But now the dragons can easily destroy it with one shot. They definitely have the power to smash the ash dome, but they are limited to digital life, so that they can watch the world fall into chaos and destruction.
Ironically … it is also through the pressure of the church that it is possible to accomplish things, so that the dragon personally destroyed the mother tree system together with the original attacking spirit.
"It’s over ….."
Amirus murmured a complicated expression in a low voice. "Humans who have inherited the fate of the Millennium once guarded the fallen sages …"
The old man closed his eyes and his face, which was full of ravines, moved a little.
After a long silence, he opened his eyes
"Can I see the beheading of saints again?"
The old man asked Russell
"Here you are"
Russell takes his carry-on from his arms and gives it to Amirus.
Amirus will lean to his throat and gently wipe the blood and immerse the blade.
"The power of prompting a saint to behead … is consciousness."
The old man said slowly, "Kill consciousness, fight consciousness, die consciousness and sacrifice consciousness."
"And many consciousness …"
As he spoke, he gently reached out and smeared the blood on the blade.
It was the first psionic weapon that he built himself.
And as his fingers crossed the bright red and bloody blade, they turned into bright golden and dazzling light blades.
"-the fiercest, the most painful, and the most difficult to inspire … is to’ live to realize’"
With his words, Amirus’ body gradually burst into cracks, shining with irresistible light all night long.
That’s his sacred rank, his sublimated and immortal soul.
This is not a "miracle" in ordinary sense, but the most complete miracle by directly destroying generate with one’s own soul and destiny.
"Being alive means that it is difficult to face life’s shortcomings directly, look directly at the world’s incompleteness, accept all sadness, all pain, all despair, meet it and overcome it-summed up in one word is’ to live’"
Amirus whispered, "Try your best to take a step forward."
His vitreous pupil was cauterize by increasingly fierce light.
The vegetation around him was lit by this light like an altar.
In the middle of the old man’s beheading, the last touch of blood was painted gold.
"Live, Russell. Take the world with you."
As this sentence falls into a golden glow, his center suddenly generate.
Bright nova spreads along the ground and the speed of light covers the whole world.
Everyone was stunned for a second.
A pure obsession took root in their hearts.
It’s not complicated, and it’s not so strong. It’s an unwilling thought and a desire for miracles.
-want to live
-don’t want to surrender.
-maybe I can hold on a little longer, and I can hold on to a …
Like a torch sharing its own light and lighting a candle.
Amirus is dead.
Chapter 49 Symbol of human will
When the wolf speaks ill, he walks side by side with the Tower of Babel.
But on that bad day, only the eyes suddenly shrank, the footsteps suddenly shrank, and the wolf suddenly raised his head and stretched out his hand to press his heart.
….. What just happened?
[Amirus is dead]
And the deer’s head is like a thousand emotions, and it rings from his side.
[Just now he liberated his destiny]
"Oh, the master!"
Bad day sighed. "He is one of the few good people among the elf directors."
"Are you judging good people and bad people again?" Wolf said freely to wrangle way
"It’s very simple," Bad Day replied. "He has been living with this old and decaying body for a long time, but he has no mother tree to regenerate."
Because he knew the matriarchal system had been tampered with.
He is a nice guy and doesn’t like to offend people.
Therefore, Amirus doesn’t have his own "like" quarrels. He hardly makes himself an elf director, but at the same time he doesn’t object to others making such a character. Maybe he doesn’t have many sincere friends, but he is not bad, and there are certainly many like him.
Of course, someone advised him to give up his decadent body a long time ago, and the master was also happy, shaking his head and playing dumb.
After all, his fate is "persistent". It is normal for the old man to be stubborn.
So for a long time, no one advised him. People regarded his behavior as "completing their own destiny."
"But actually he just doesn’t want to take other people’s lives."
Bad day light said, "As soon as he orders, someone will arrange for him to be reincarnated without him to work. Those flattering dogs will automatically analyze his demands, arrange him with materials that are more suitable for him than his own body, and design a complete system to properly educate and screen them to ensure a perfect reincarnated material and multiple spare bodies."
"Well, Lothar told me, too."
Wolf said nodded. "These attacking elves were not great people thousands of years ago, but only after the destruction of the old text did they ride the seven dragons and come to the lucky ones."
"Most of all, they have cultivated more than 4,000 people from the best among the billions of citizens in the old world, which shows that they have excellent talents; But on the other hand, since they will be sent out in batches instead of leaving the earth, it also means that they are not necessarily the top level. "
Their quality is excellent, but it can never be the best. This is the way to ensure the growth rate. The expansion project is said to be a death, but the best talents can never be sent out of this project.
As a result, the final luck rate of more than 4,000 people is less than 100, and the luck rate is less than 2%. It sounds as ironic as a card-drawing mobile game.
"While those’ materials’ are different, their famous elves are already the masters of the world’s practical significance. Of course, they can get the’ best’ body-even the dragon doesn’t recognize what’s wrong with it." The wolf sneered at one.