lost narrative poem

Chapter 879 Untitled
Xia Ran naturally wouldn't believe that this was really a coincidence.

If there is no mysterious force interfering, it is impossible for some of his flesh and feathers to disappear inexplicably and out of his control-although the nature of this matter is the same as that of the naturally falling skin of a human body. The crumbs and hairs are almost the same, so he didn't pay much attention to it at the time.

He knew very well that the reason why all this seemed natural was because the group of conspirators wanted to hide themselves, and at the same time eliminate as much as possible the influence of their power on the plan.

One is for safety, to ensure that after Xia Ran notices something is wrong, he will not be able to find out who among them was involved in this matter.

In this way, the risk of being precisely approached by the victim and blowing their heads off on the spot is avoided. After all, they are ruthless people wrestling with God, so they will naturally choose to be careful.It was a very simple and unadorned plan that even ordinary people could understand, but it was quite effective.

Faced with such a situation, Xia Ran could only recognize it with his nose pinched. After all, he couldn't confirm who was involved in this matter. If he dared to plot against himself, he would never be able to stand on the opposite side of all the sacred things in the upper realm.

The second is for the program itself.

After all, what those gods and demons hiding in the dark are currently doing is analogous to a group of evil scientific organizations trying to reproduce similar but different replicas by collecting skin scraps and hair tissues of the target object, and then cloning them. Then obtain the desired information and mysteries from the clone.

Theoretically speaking, this can indeed be reverse engineered, just like idol worship, a fake with similar appearance and characteristics to the original object will also have part of the properties of the original object.

However, this experiment itself is an extremely difficult project. If their power and influence are added, it will easily pollute the purity of the materials and experimental subjects, affecting the final result. Therefore, any additional interference factors are best left out.

The magician thought about it seriously for a while, but gave up this clue.

After all, this clue has actually been broken, and those guys in the dark haven't directly interfered with anything from the beginning to the end, so they are a bit too cautious.

It is estimated that it will be difficult to find anything next, and the situation in this world is definitely not a single case. They are counted as one, and they are all old and cunning evils of all ages. It is impossible to put all eggs in one basket. Self-confidence To be able to succeed once, it must be to cast a wide net, catch more fish, and choose the best ones.

Unable to help twitching the corners of her mouth, Xia Ran suddenly realized that she seemed to be the second Misaka Mikoto next.

——After discovering the truth, he began to run around and investigate desperately. There is a laboratory that counts as a family. As long as you catch it, you will immediately launch a thunder strike to wipe out all the ongoing evil experiments... But there is still no way to get rid of them Uprooted.

Wild fire, in spring.

That's probably what happened.

"No, I have to shake people too."

He pondered for a while, and made a decisive decision. He was facing an unknown number of great powers from the infinite world who joined forces. If he only relied on his own strength, he might not be able to hit him at all.This abnormal timeline was shattered by him, and perhaps another hundred or ten timelines were unfolded in higher dimensions.

Too busy, really too busy, need to develop offline, let the other party fall into the vast ocean of the people.

After making a decision, the magician took a last look around, turned around and disappeared into the air, as if he had never appeared before... Before that, let's clean up the mess, after all, I still have some responsibilities.

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No one perceives God's departure, just as no one perceives God's coming.

On the moon that was almost split into two halves, there was a cloud of dilapidation and despair. The soldiers collapsed in grief, their faces were ashen, basically doing nothing, just quietly waiting for the arrival of death.

They burned themselves for their ideals and beliefs, and after burning, only ashes remained, nothing changed, only hopelessness and hopelessness... How brave and firm they were before they set off, how broken and powerless they are now.

It's not human beings, not the earth, but everything is lost, and the entire universe is rapidly coming to an end.

Just like what the bloody monster said, it's like the balloon was pierced through a hole, and it didn't blow up on the spot, but it was quickly deflated. The matter in the universe is being thrown outward at a terrifying speed. This process is very important for the universe. It is very fast for human beings, but not so fast for human time scales.

At least not in the blink of an eye.

But it won't be too long, the doomsday of destruction is not far away in the foreseeable future, and it is approaching little by little.

Since all they do is futile and pathetic, what's the point?

At this moment, everyone is ashamed and has no more strength. Some people are silently closing their eyes and waiting to die, some are screaming hysterically to deny the facts, and some are talking nervously to themselves as if they are talking to the earth. The family on the road is saying their final farewell...

The vines are entwined, high up on the throne of flesh and blood in the sky, the blurred mass of flesh and blood indifferently overlooks the various forms of life of these ants, without any action.

The predecessor of "it" is not carbon-based life, but another life form, which uses the gas giant planet as an ocean and shuttles through it, and is older than the birth of many planets... Whether it is the older the stronger, or The more powerful the older, "it" is obviously very qualified.

The essence of being born is an innate demigod. With a long time, even if there is no systematic evolutionary route, it has accumulated more and more powerful power.

I don't have too many thoughts, I simply exist, I can't find the same kind, and there is nothing in the universe that can threaten me, and I don't have any needs and desires... until the terrible disaster of annihilation Advent.

——Such a magnificent life!

——Simply like a god!
That drop of blood killed the former "it", but it also brought new life and endowed it with infinite possibilities... After the rebirth of the calamity, "it" absorbed the history of the intelligent species on the earth and the accumulation of civilization, He also accepted the grand mystery brought by that drop of blood, even if it was only a part of the fragment.

"It" knows that the universe is going to be destroyed, but it doesn't intend to do anything, and it has no ability to do anything.

The only thought is whether I can rely on the benefits obtained from that drop of blood to survive the next catastrophe, or escape at the moment when the end of the universe comes... It is more grandiose to see John's stage, even a great existence billions of times nobler than the universe, "it" is the first time that some kind of desire similar to impulsiveness and pursuit has sprouted.

That's about it.

Having said that, why have similar forms, but the difference is so huge?

"It" watched the collapse and despair of those tiny creatures called human beings with cold eyes, then raised its head and looked into the starry sky. From the impact of countless waves of information brought by that drop of blood, although its own consciousness was almost collapsed, but also caught a glimpse of God's indescribable majesty and mystery.

The reason why after escaping from the eclipsed universe and ushering in death, he chose to hibernate near the earth countless light-years away is also because of instinct.

But now it seems that I may be thinking too much.

The similarity in body shape is probably just a pure coincidence.

The bloody silhouette stares at the starry sky, feels the mysterious light of celestial bodies, listens to the sad cry from the magnificent nebula and the Milky Way, and knows that everything is irretrievably slipping into that abyss, unless a miracle happens.

Such a strange thought flashed across the consciousness of "it".

——In this way, the apocalypse is ushered in.

Everything stopped suddenly, sound, energy flow, the trajectory of celestial bodies, and even time itself, as if someone pressed the pause button in an unknown place, even people with mental breakdown stopped hysterical roaring or nervous Mumbling to himself, he raised his head under an inexplicable premonition.

They stared blankly at the dark void beyond the moon.

From the boundary of the universe to the center of the world, it seems that every inch of time and space is crowded, and it seems that no matter where you are, you can see the outlines that surround the world. accommodate.

It was a grand and sacred, indescribable...

face.

At that moment, all living beings understood, their understanding betrayed them, and they fully understood what it was-their universe was like a glass ball, and this face belonged to the person who pinched it. The person who opened the glass ball and looked inside.

The next moment, they felt a strong dizziness and a strong sense of suffocation at the same time. Their thinking seemed to be frozen, and their consciousness seemed to be blown apart. They were too small, so small that they could only glimpse the god With a little truth, realizing the truth of madness, it almost collapsed completely.

It is well known that in the commonsense world encountering heinously horrifying situations, witnessing something cruel, war, abuse, being betrayed, losing social status, a lovelorn, or any other intense personal experience, has been able to create mental trauma.

Then of course——

When seeing the unimaginable things, thinking in a way that does not belong to this world, facing the extremely terrifying knowledge and existence, and understanding the trembling truth in spirit and body, these experiences will be even more beneficial to people. The normal worldview and rationality of the people are shaken and destroyed.

Different from the feeling that the flesh and blood god showed them before, the bigger and more terrifying reality engulfed everyone's soul like a raging fire.

In a moment of eternity, the indescribable god gently stretched out his hand, healed the huge wound of the universe, and prevented the death caused by the continuous bleeding.

"I see--"

The vast voice resounded among the stars, allowing everyone to instantly understand the reason for everything, as well as the faint anger of the gods above the dimension.

"—Go, find them."

The god withdrew his hand boringly, and the sacred face that loomed in the entire universe disappeared in an instant, and the indescribable stalwart and mystery disappeared completely, as if it had never appeared before.

When those insignificant beings were still unable to react, they were equally astonished and shocked just now, their consciousness was blank, and the outline of the human figure blurred with blood and flesh that could not be thought of had already understood.

I have become the extension and execution tool of the will of the Supreme God...

You don't have to understand, but you must obey.

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Western Paradise.

This is a vast and boundless pure land, boundless and spanning hundreds of millions of kalpas. It can be equated to the supreme gods of Taoism's Daluotian, Christianity's Crystal Heaven, and Greek mythology's Olympus. The 48 great vows made by Amitabha Buddha in accordance with his practice in the causal place gave him a solemn, pure and equal world.

It is said that this place is as far away as [-].

There is light in the void, and the Udumbara flowers fall one by one in the void. They sprout, germinate, and bloom in an instant, and they fade away at the flick of a finger. There are sentient beings as many as the sands of the Ganges River, and countless Buddhas who bloom and bloom, and wither and die.

There is Xumi in the dust, eternity in the moment, and the blooming and fading of flowers is success, dwelling, and emptiness.

In the pure land, countless Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Jialan and other sages were sitting facing each other, preaching scriptures, and practicing one by one. All life is suffering, every thought is delusional..."

The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were stunned, and frowned slightly. When they were puzzled, they saw a white-clothed monk standing up from the side, clasped their palms together, and said in a magnificent manner:
"There is no peace in the Three Realms, just like a house on fire, but there are too many firewood. After I kill them all, no grass will grow, and they will grow naturally and cleanly."

"..."

"..."

For a while, Nuo Da Boundless Buddha Land was silent at the same time.

The big Buddha in the center smiled slightly, but said nothing.

The tall and tall monk in white clothes turned around and faced the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, who were as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River. He no longer had the demonic aura against Buddhas when he just came in that day. , said loudly:
"My lords, do you have any other opinions?"

"..."

"..."

There was a moment of calm, while the minds of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were turning, either through the omissions, or through the eyes of the sky, with boundless mana power and boundless mighty virtue, they could move back and forth freely, and in an instant they understood all the situation and the ins and outs of the whole thing.

After a while, finally a big golden Buddha spoke, with a solemn treasure appearance, shaking the void: "Then kill them!"

"One kills the other!"

"Merciful, compassionate, what you say is..."

"Give them the separation of body and mind, liberation and purification..."

Other Buddhas and Bodhisattvas also argued.

The treasure looks solemn, merciful and pure, but the words are full of murderous intent.

The monk in white had a calm expression on his face. This is really quite normal. Among the great supernatural beings who have been able to practice step by step to this point, which one is truly innocent and pure, and has never been involved in killing karma?
Turning his eyes to the 36 days of Taoism, he smiled, everyone has a backstage, who is the one who fights alone?
(End of this chapter)