I, the final BOSS of the beta test server!

This is a desolate prison and also the execution platform for gods.

It is gathering little by little and falling little by little.

Towards the ending that has already been destined and irreversible.

Chapter 205: Poem of the Shore Guardian, cleared (two in one)

The so-called "mental landscape" is the embodiment of the mind and a world constructed purely by the spirit.

It is inextricably linked to the material world, overlapping with it yet existing independently.

In layman's terms - no matter how much commotion Rast creates in his own mind... the cultists in the material world know nothing about it.

The cultists had no idea how the soaring Lord's divine consciousness in their eyes was being cornered, crushed, and brutally ravaged in Rast's mental world.

This is true for the cultists, and also for the viewers waiting in the live broadcast room.

In their eyes, the divine descent ritual was completed, followed by a tremendous movement that shattered the void, shook the earth, and the sky collapsed and the earth split apart...

And then... no more.

[What's going on? Hasn't the God's Descent ritual already been completed?]

So what about the gods descending? How can I be such a huge incarnation of an evil god?

[Stop talking about it. The incarnation of the evil god has already been eaten by Little Marten Candy (sad)]

[I finally understand. This little mink is not some fanatical cultist, but the evil god himself.]

[Who else but another evil god could devour the descending incarnation of an evil god?]

The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room began to flood the screen again.

……

On the altar of the cult's headquarters, Rast, who had originally closed his eyes, opened his eyes again.

In his eyes, the jumping and burning fireworks slowly converged and finally gradually returned to nothingness.

In the spiritual world, humans' hunt for spirits and souls has ended.

If we were to give a simple summary of what happened in Last's mental world not long ago, it would be something like this:

"Be good, be obedient, let me have sex!"

"do not want!"

(Take off glasses and remove the seal)

"Let me hear it! (shock)"

……

Compared to the last time in the underworld, the revived souls of the old god of death in Rast and Akxia's bodies were a life-and-death battle.

This time, in his own mental world, Last was undoubtedly much more relaxed and at ease in hunting the soul of the evil god of Deep Blue Harbor.

Firstly, because when he was in the underworld, Last was facing the real body of the old god of death. The residual soul of the god of death was resurrected from a long period of extinction and had no way out. Naturally, he could only gamble everything to fight for his life with Last.

The Deep Blue Harbor Evil God that was hunted this time was, after all, just a fragment of soul that split out from the main body and penetrated the Threshold of Blazing Sky to descend... Although the loss of this fragment of soul was very painful for the main body of the Deep Blue Harbor Evil God, it was not a crisis involving the main body after all, so naturally there was less awareness of a fight to the death.

From the beginning to the end, this divine consciousness was just fleeing madly, trying to break through the blockade of Last's mental world and escape back to the threshold of the Blazing Sky. The more it could escape back and the less loss it could suffer, the better.

It's a pity that all his attempts to escape ended in complete failure. His divine consciousness, which split into tens of millions of strands and fled in countless directions at the same time, was caught one by one by Last's big hand.

Grab it and refine it in an instant.

The second reason is that at this moment, the mental world projected by Last's mind is completely different from when he was in the abyss.

The life-and-death battle in the Nether Abyss and the battle on the Broken Shore had both allowed his soul to undergo a further transformation.

Just as Xiao Ai, Dean Yin, and Hiltina noticed...

Compared to when he was trapped in the echoes of Deep Blue Harbor, the current Rast is closer to human nature and less mechanical and indifferent.

However, he who chose to embrace his humanity was able to unleash a more powerful force in his mind at certain moments than when he was still a machine.

Human nature certainly has its weaknesses, but in many cases, it can also burst out with a blazing and bright brilliance that is incomparable to animal nature.

"So, this is part of the remaining soul of the Deep Blue Harbor Evil God?"

"It's quite interesting."

A faint light flashed in Rast's eyes.

I can only say that gods are worthy of being gods.

Even those false gods who were defeated in the Age of Gods and fled to the threshold of the Seraphim, and were undoubtedly prisoners... the secrets they knew were far beyond what Rast could compare to.

After all, what's the old saying? Give the other party 100,000 years, and even a pig can achieve enlightenment and ascend to heaven.

As Old Bidden has lived for tens of thousands of years since the Age of Gods, any gold coins dropped by these evil gods would be extremely valuable information for humans.

"Well, this journey back to Deep Blue Harbor ends here..."

Luster couldn't help but smile.

At the beginning, with the help of Hiltina, he had used an explosion to blow up all the Iron Crosses in the city, so that the Deep Blue Port Evil God lost the container and carrier for his descent... In this way, he prevented the other party's descent.

And this time, what Rast accomplished was undoubtedly more perfect.

Not only did he complete the game entirely by himself, without any external help from anyone... the changes he made to the original plot were also even more significant.

From simply preventing the arrival of the gods, he evolved to being able to single-handedly kill the descending half of the evil god in the cradle and wipe out the opponent directly.

He had undoubtedly achieved the requirement of getting the first place in the limited-time event "Poem of the Shore Watcher", and was far ahead of the second place.

Thinking this, Rast walked out of the altar.

He ignored the confused and hesitant looks of the cultists and lackeys, walked straight out the door and came out of the building.

The long night has passed and the sun has just risen, illuminating the gray sky.

Light shines through the windows into the deserted manor, driving away the darkness and shadows.

The moist sea breeze came in from the window, blowing on Rast's face, interweaving with the sunlight, bringing a hint of warmth.

If you listen carefully, you can hear the faint sound of the sea tide in the distance from the wind.

It was a beautiful and peaceful morning...a morning that belonged only to Deep Blue Harbor.

Last had experienced this morning thousands of times and was already familiar with every detail.

But in the past, he was trapped in the lost hell of the time loop, in the vortex of despair. At that time, all Rast could think about was how to clear Deep Blue Harbor and escape from this damned hell...

Every morning he experienced was accompanied by blood, rain and wind. He was either killing everyone in the cult manor with blood on his hands, or he was in the steam factory in the port area, sniping with the Marines stationed in the port.

Rast had never been in the mood to savor this simple yet peaceful morning like he was now.

In fact, the air in this city is not so depressing as to be suffocating.

This is a good season, late summer and early autumn, with a pleasant climate, and Deep Blue Port is actually a very beautiful coastal city with blue sea and sky and plump fish.

If Rast had come here as an ordinary tourist instead of a traveler in the night world or a passer-by of history, he might have been able to spend a wonderful vacation on the beach.

He strolled through the streets of this small port city in the early morning, watching the time pass, the sun rise, and the deserted streets gradually become lively...

A dense stream of people passed by him.

Last could call out the names of some of these people, and even knew the names of their wives and children, and the biggest secrets in their hearts. These were the intersections he had established with them during those 100,000 cycles.

There were also some people that Last felt were quite familiar, but he had never gotten to know them in depth. After all, there were more than 100,000 people in Deep Blue Port. Even if he had spent three hundred years here, it would be impossible for Last to have a deep understanding of every resident here. There would inevitably be many strangers who were just familiar to him.

However, no matter whether it was an acquaintance who had drunk with him in a restaurant in a certain cycle... or a stranger who just looked familiar, Last never stopped for the other person.

He just wandered aimlessly through the streets and alleys of this city, silently savoring the indescribable tranquility of a place without the Iron Cross plague, pollutants, or even the crisis of evil gods.

After many years, he revisited his old place and came back to the deep blue port where he had fought thousands of times. For Last, he felt quite emotional.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt the shadowy figures on the street around him gradually disintegrate.

The busy flow of people, the scenery of the deep blue harbor... everything was gradually moving away from him, being transformed into electronic signals of 0 and 1, and could no longer be reached.

The illusory scenery quietly collapsed, and in the virtual world constructed by 0 and 1, only lines of azure text remained.

That was the game system announcement for "Poem of the Shore Keeper".

Congratulations, player ID: "Little Mink Soft Candy"

You achieved a high score of 100000 in this game's limited-time challenge event, "Echoes of Deep Blue Harbor." You are currently ranked first among all players in the event challenge score rankings.

This limited-time event will end in 2 hours and 14 minutes, and the leaderboard rankings will be finalized at the same time.

[At that time, the official personnel of this game company will contact you offline based on the real-world address and iris identity information you reserved, and will give you the leaderboard rewards for this challenge activity.]

【Please pay attention to the real-world contact information】

……

Looking at the clear lines of azure system prompt text in front of me.

In Rast's mind, the sense of familiarity suddenly intensified.

He waved his finger, brought up the system menu of "Poem of the Shore Watcher", and selected the logout option button at the bottom.

It seems that although it is also a "virtual reality full immersion game that became popular all over the world in 20xx", the game company of "Poem of the Shore Watcher" still lacks a bit of liveliness and did not directly cancel the "logout button" for players.

Well, that's right. After all, the producer of "Poem of the Shore Watcher" is Gray. This little guy who was raised by herself has relatively high moral qualities and would not come up with that kind of death game plot.

Last's consciousness broke away from the virtual world of 0 and 1 and returned to the real world.

He sat up from the soft and clean bed and reached out to take off the gaming helmet on his head.

What came into view was an unfamiliar ceiling.

Next to him, Dean Yin was squatting at the computer desk, drinking happy water with a straw, watching a live broadcast room where the barrage of comments had exploded, and grinning happily.

"Hahahaha, I told you to look down on Little Mink Fudge, but now you've been slapped in the face at the speed of light, right?"

"I just love watching these guys slide to their knees at lightning speed, hehehehe..."

"Weak! Please, you're so weak! Now you know who's the boss, huh? Are you still arguing with me about whether this guy Rust prefers cats or ferrets?"

Looking at the barrage of comments in the live broadcast room that were madly scrolling across the screen, and Dean Yin who was watching the barrage of comments in the live broadcast room with a crazy expression on his face.

Without even having to think about it, Rast roughly knew what had happened.

I can only say that Dean Yin is worthy of being Dean Yin, and he is worthy of his role as a complainer and comedian no matter which world he is in.

"Oh, little Rusty, you're out."

As if he noticed that Last had woken up and was looking at him, Dean Yin waved his little paw, interrupted the live broadcast with a guilty conscience, and closed the webpage of the live broadcast room.

"How's the exploration of 'Poem of the Shore Keeper' going?"

"It seems like this isn't just an ordinary virtual reality game, right?"

It retracted the expression it had when it was arguing with netizens, and its expression became a little more serious.

"Ah."

Luster nodded.

If "Poem of the Shore Guardian" is really just an ordinary virtual online game, then no matter how high the technical level of this game is, the evil god of Deep Blue Port in it must be just a fictional BOSS in the game.

However, from Last's own personal experience just now, the difference can be seen - the remnant of the evil god is not a BOSS simulated in a video game, but the real half of the evil god.

A game boss created by a program would not know so many secrets that even Last himself did not know.

Rather than saying that "Poem of the Shore Watcher" is a high-tech virtual reality game, it is better to say that it is just a medium, or a transit platform.

Although players enter the game in the form of "gaming helmets"... these game copies themselves are all real historical fragments and reflections of the past - as for the so-called virtual electronic games, they are just a layer of clothing specially put on them to make them acceptable to players.

Its principle of existence is the same as that of the night world.

"It now appears that this 'Poem of the Shore Watcher' is the prototype of the Night World. It is a night world that has not yet been perfected and still has many imperfections."

Luster paused for a moment.

He recalled the gray-haired little girl in Frozen Water Town who had agate green eyes and was as timid as a baby animal.

According to the intelligence, "Poem of the Shore Guardian" was created by the other party.

"So, all of this is indeed related to you, and you have finally come to this point?"

"Little Gray..."