I'm not a drama god

Alchemy array.

Brand watched helplessly as Xizai's second dragon breath missed the target, and he beat his chest in frustration.

The first dragon breath of Xizai caused the death of millions of people under the earth. As long as there is another one, it will be equivalent to harvesting another philosopher's stone... plus the two million souls on hand, a total of three philosopher's stones can be made, and Wuji Jun will be able to recover to almost his peak state!

Unexpectedly, Lord Hongchen showed up halfway and forcibly dragged Xizai into the battlefield of the Gray Realm, making Brand's plan completely fail.

"… Never mind. With so many souls, that's enough."

Brand once again set his gaze on the surging sea of ​​souls beneath the clouds.

Countless old people, young people and children were painfully pulled by the alchemy array, like pigs hung by iron hooks in a slaughterhouse, suspended in mid-air with hideous expressions. One could even see some members of Fushenghui among them, some of them were even hall-level members.

All the human souls who died in the realm war gathered here, and they were the materials prepared by Brand.

"Enjoy the pain." Brand raised his hand and pressed it on the alchemy array under him. The next moment, strands of red electric light began to wander on its surface and transmitted to the surging sea of ​​souls!

"The more pain you suffer, the faster the Philosopher's Stone will be refined..."

Red electric light surged in the sea of ​​soul, and all figures that came into contact with the electric light suddenly twisted, as if someone was brutally and cruelly ravaging their bodies, breaking them like toys, stretching them, kneading them into balls, or fusing them together.

Under this extreme soul pain, the sea of ​​soul condensed and contracted little by little...

The soul is wailing and the wind is howling!

……

stab-

Red lightning was wandering in the sky. Souls that were originally invisible to human eyes could now and then be glimpsed under the illumination of the lightning... This scene was like purgatory on earth in the eyes of everyone!

"Mr. Li...Mr. Li." Kong Baosheng stared blankly at the blood-red soul in the air, his eyes full of confusion.

"That is……"

"It is the human soul."

Li Qingshan said with a serious expression, "It seems that the Wuji Realm is willing to fight its way into the mortal world at all costs, just for these... They have been collecting human souls from the very beginning."

"War...Soul?"

Kong Baosheng stood there in a daze for a long time, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly turned around to look towards the backyard of Jinghong Tower!

Two graves stood silently on the withered earth;

"no no!!"

"Doesn't that mean... Grandma and Miss Huang are also there?"

Kong Baosheng's face turned pale and he subconsciously took a step back, as if he could not accept this reality at all.

Li Qingshan was silent for a long time, "I'm afraid so."

"How could this happen... Why?!" Veins popped out on Kong Baosheng's neck. He looked at the bloody sky, his eyes brimming with anger. "Grandma didn't do anything!! She was just a patient who had been bedridden for many years... And Miss Huang, Miss Huang was such a good person, she protected so many people!! Why didn't she let them go even after she died?!"

Li Qingshan stood there quietly, unable to answer because he didn't know the answer either.

And now, the answer itself is no longer important...

Dense red lightning wandered among the clouds. Souls twisted madly in pain. They struggled but made no sound. There were only gusts of extremely cold wind, whimpering... as if the sky was crying.

……

“…Is that the end?”

In the ruins of the city wall battlefield, Wang Jincheng, who had fought to exhaustion, lay on the ground like a corpse, staring blankly at the sea of ​​souls that occasionally appeared in the red electric light, his eyes full of reluctance and bitterness.

Up to now, the realm war has been going on, all the palaces have been destroyed, Fu Sheng Hui has almost been destroyed, the chief is exhausted, and Lord Hong Chen can only fight one against two in the Gray Realm... All the resources of Hong Chen Realm have been squeezed dry, and they have nothing left.

This was a difficult war, a tragic war. Wang Jincheng had done everything he could, but seeing that the two million souls of the Red Dust Realm were eventually reduced to materials for the Infinite Realm, and he was powerless to do anything... This kind of inner pain and torture was more difficult for him to accept than the physical injury.

“…cough cough cough…”

A young man dragged his bloody body and stepped over the corpses of the Witch Association with difficulty. He stumbled and fell to the ground in a mess.

Wang Jincheng turned his head with difficulty. He knew the young man, who was once the Ninth Hall of Fu Sheng Hui and now the Plum Blossom 8 of the Dusk Society.

The current Club Eight's injuries were no less serious than Wang Jincheng's. He had already reached his limit by fighting against so many masters of the Witchcraft Association on his own... But what made him suffer even more was the mental pain.

The Eight of Clubs looked at the sea of ​​souls howling in pain, and in a trance, he seemed to be back in "Guernica". The despair and pain almost suffocated him, and his whole body seemed to be torn apart. He could only hold his head in agony.

Sweat mixed with tears silently soaked the ruins, leaving dark water marks.

The voice of the 8 of Clubs is hoarse and bitter:

"In the end... nothing has changed."

The ending of "Guernica" finally reflected the reality, and was even more cruel. The Eight of Clubs failed to reverse the war, nor could it prevent the sacrifices... Death, pain, and despair, this seemed to be the ultimate fate of all wars, and could not be changed by anyone's will.

Wang Jincheng gave him a complicated look. Although he didn't know why this member of the Dusk Club wanted to help the Red Dust Realm, he saw the efforts of Plum Blossom 8... If it weren't for Plum Blossom 8's overall command and bloody battle, the Red Dust Realm would have been breached long ago.

Wang Jincheng felt that the Dusk Society was not as evil as rumored by the outside world...the same was true for that guy.

I don’t know where that guy has gone now?

Just as Wang Jincheng was thinking, he seemed to see something out of the corner of his eye and was suddenly stunned.

In the dusty ruins in the distance, a figure in a bright red costume was seen stepping on nothingness, walking from the ground to the sky...

His expression was calm and solemn, like an actor about to go on stage. The flames of war in the ruins and the sea of ​​blood in the sky reflected his figure. In this desolate and hopeless world, his brightly colored robes were like the only lively color, attracting everyone's attention.

His appearance gave people an inexplicable premonition... as if the drama of this war was drawing to a close, and the final actor would take the stage to put an end to everything.

"…Is it him?" Plum Blossom 8 stared blankly at Chen Ling who stepped onto the empty stage, not knowing what he was thinking.

The actor slowly opened his lips in the void...

The next moment, a melodious and penetrating voice echoed over the entire Red Dust City.

""I saw the sky crying"..."