Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

PS1: The prototype of the sea demon should be Ghatanothoa, the eldest son of Cthulhu and the Great Old One Id Ya, who is the center of faith in the original Mu continent. He can petrify people who stare at him, but the victim still retains his thoughts and perceptions. He is also the prototype of Digarigatanjea.

The "water" characteristic of Cthulhu comes from the setting of August William Drees, who divided the Old Ones into four major factions of "fire, wind, earth and water" and the dualism of good and evil. In today's terms, this is an OOC secondary creation derived from Mr. Ai Shouyi's original work.

Humankind’s immortality and endless exploration may help you understand or reveal the chaos of the universe.

However, it is true that many people get excited when they see the theory of elements.

PS2: IG let Ana go, and he eventually became the god of the Dota circle. Now they let Jackeylove go again. Why do they always fall in the same place twice?

It's outrageous that Exodus can be reproduced.

PS3: Sishao recited quotes on the live broadcast xswl, 339 is worthy of being the champion AD, this is the first time I see a Hong Kong ghost player moving like this.

PS4: You can guess which one is Voltaire's or Montesquieu's treasure.

By the way, I was going to write a separate chapter to talk about the settings of the heroes in the French chapter.

PS5: I came back from the hospital at 5am after finishing the IV drip!

Chapter 210: The First Step Home

The color of the sky turned into black like the sea at night.

The moon tonight was different from the previous ones, it was a black moon, so the moonlight was very weak. There were no street lights on the bridge far away from the city center, and it was connected to the black river in front of it, forming a deep black block.

"Ah - I see. If it's this gun..."

The Cursed Gun that reverses cause and effect, Alan has forgotten the name of this magic gun for a long time.

At the moment of releasing the True Name Call of the Noble Phantasm, the Cursed Demonic Spear had already achieved the result of "inevitably hitting the heart". When the result was already determined, killing the caster would be a waste of effort.

A gun with the result of "hitting the heart" will faithfully fulfill its mission even after the operator dies.

Ah, yes, that's it.

It was not until he was dying that he realized the other identity of the enemy in front of him:

Irish Son of Light, mentor of Cuchulain.

Just because the apprentice is unlucky doesn't mean the master is unlucky.

Order against order?

"I don't remember telling you that you would be punished for acting on your own."

When I came to my senses, Scathach was already standing in front of me. She was probably four or five steps away, a distance that I could never reach even if I stretched out my hand with all my strength.

"It's over, Mr. Demon Pillar."

The gun was drawn.

Something fell to the ground with a clang.

Having lost his last support, Alan collapsed to the ground, falling into a pool of his own blood. His dying pupils saw the necklace that fell to the ground.

A photo popped up.

The background is London's Big Ben, with the Thames River and the deforming Tower Bridge behind him. The main subject of the photo is a girl hugging a boy's neck from behind, with a smile of success; the boy's smile is a little helpless, but he still makes a "Y" gesture with his right hand.

"No, don't take it..."

Alan desperately reached out to hold it. Even though this action would shorten the remaining time of his life by nearly half, he would still feel happy if he held it.

"Please, anything else is fine, just this..."

Just a little bit more, just a little bit more, just a little bit more.

My fingers touched the pendant of the necklace, and then I slowly held it in my palm. However, my wrist had lost contact.

"Please don't... take it away... it's very important to me..."

I no longer understood what I wanted to say. I just couldn’t let anyone take away what belonged to me. I also felt very uncomfortable and sad inside. I didn’t understand anything else.

The sound only lasted for ten seconds, which added up to exactly one minute.

"Ah, you are amazing."

Scathach looked at the sky and sighed heavily.

Although she managed to dodge the most deadly attack in time with the wisdom of the demon realm, other attacks still caused her harm. Although the injury was not that serious, Scathach used the gun to support her body for the first time.

Anyway, the winner has been decided, and the mission has been completed barely. The only one left is Andusias who is about to land on the moon. However, since Alan has dragged it out for so long, this has lost its meaning.

And she didn't want to care.

And practice has proved that even if Allen is killed, this endless cycle will not end. As long as the problem between Amadeus and Andusias is not resolved, this kind of day will continue.

"Administrator privileges are really cheating, but then again, you Demon Pillars are all good at cheating, right?"

......

Alan lay on the windless bridge.

He slowly opened his eyes without moving his body. The time he lost consciousness after being hit by a fatal attack must have been quite long. If converted into an exact time, it would probably be more than 20 minutes.

The front ends of his hands and feet were extremely cold. This was because his normal blood circulation was blocked. But the strange thing was that his organs were damaged, but he could still wake up again. Was it July 1st?

Alan rolled his eyes and looked at his hands and feet blankly, just like toys that had been thrown into the corner of the room after being played with for a long time.

"..."

He tried to apply force to the tip of his finger, and his index finger moved slowly, like a dying insect. He moved his eyelids and blinked, and that worked. Although it was very slight, he could feel the air being sucked into the gap between his slightly opened lips, and then exhaled. Inside his body lying on the ground, he could feel the beating of his heart again.

Fortunately. Alan moved his lips.

The body can still move. This means that it can stand up again.

"What on earth are you...doing?"

A female voice came from above Allen's head, very close to him. It was then that Allen realized that there was a strange soft touch on his head lying horizontally.

It seemed that he was lying on Scathach's lap.

"...not only did he get himself bruised and battered, but he also fell in a pool of his own blood, and all this was just to protect someone."

Her voice was full of doubt.

This is not the voice of a warrior and queen in Celtic Ulster legend, nor is it the voice of the lord and gatekeeper of the "Land of Shadows" in the alien and magical world. This is a voice that has wisdom and reason, but does not understand emotions very well.

"—Why do you want to get that necklace back?"

The necklace that he risked his life to get was now lying in her hand. Although it was stained with blood, the most important photo was still intact.

"..."

That's great. Alan moved his lips to speak, but no sound came out.

Fortunately, everything is still there. He showed a happy expression and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"There are always some things that cannot be forgotten. Anyway, what kind of treatment am I getting?"

"Isn't this reward enough for such a brave warrior?"

"...Please increase the intensity."

He looked at the moon in the sky, listened to Scathach's explanation of the whole story, and thought about how things would develop next.

Alan realized that he seemed to have missed something.

"What about the monsters from the wilderness?"

"Towards the moon."

Those debris have no ability to fly up to the sky. The only one who can do so is that guy Amadeus.

This is how you use GM privileges, asshole.

Allen tried to move his head away from Mikoto's Scathach and stand up. But his body refused to obey him. His head slipped from her thighs and fell on the hard ground.

He moved his fingers, which trembled like a caterpillar. Slowly, slowly, he pressed his five fingers tightly against the uneven asphalt road surface, just like lifting a dumbbell, and finally lifted his body from the ground with all his strength.

The fatigue caused by his body just from maintaining the kneeling position on one knee made him feel as if his life span had been shortened by several years.

He put all his strength into his shaking knees and tried to stand up tremblingly.

"What do you want to do?"

"To end this."

Alan moved his body, which was about to fall down at any time, and stood up slowly, slowly.

"why?"

"Is this reason enough to go back?"

PS1: Yesterday’s age is unknown

PS2: GKD is now available for stargazing!

PS3: Is Team A's eight-man lineup preparing for Valorent?

It won’t be surprising when the roster for the World Cup on the 23rd is announced.

Chapter 211: The End of This The-67th-

ended.

It heard the whistle that was about to announce the end of the war, and looking back, the world was immersed in deep darkness. They were in a deep sleep and would never wake up until July 14th.

We will never see each other again.

"But from this angle, it's really deserted."

Actually, it was only two weeks, so there's nothing to be nostalgic about.

There is no one to say goodbye to.

There is nothing to bring.

So goodbye, this castle in the air stage.

The date is about to change.

On this night, a black moon will appear in the sky in order to kill me, the virus.

The puzzle that was sold to Allen was actually missing a piece.

With the end of the wish, the puzzle will be completed.

All that is needed is to fill the final gap created from the nothingness.

"—"

The monster from the wilderness marched towards Paris, and its target was undoubtedly the Tower of Babel that could reach the void. Now that the last wish in the heart has been fulfilled, it is only a matter of time before it returns to its original identity.

However, as the original creator of this cycle, he didn't even know where the tower was. This identity is really in vain.

Andusias stood in front of the stage in the void, looking down at the sleeping city. From the moment the final performance began, the stage had nothing to do with Paris.

Looking down, he saw that the skeletons had begun to devour the city; looking up, the black moon was waiting there, and Flauros, who was also in the II Seat Intelligence Room, was constantly urging him to return to the team and help him. If he continued like this, the second singularity would develop in an uncontrollable direction.

"I don't think I'll fall..."

As long as I take the first step off the ground, I will become myself again.

——The drama performance has ended.

As the protagonist, it is the final performance of the last scene.

Nearly one third of Paris was already filled with red fireworks, and there was no time to be in a daze. In the closed theater, the last film began to roll.

With every step, reality is thinning.

With each level you climb, time becomes stagnant.

The climb started just a few minutes ago, but the time when the climb started has already become distant history like the wind.

He looked at his hands which were gradually becoming nothing, and realizing something, Andusias quickened his pace.

Yes, I am returning to my old self.

The hand disappeared after a series of twitching. Besides feeling a little excited inside, I also felt like I was about to collapse occasionally.

How long will this thing last?