I'm not a drama god

"The Red King is worthy of being the Red King. He left in such a cool way."

Jian Changsheng looked at the curtain disappearing into the void and couldn't help but sigh.

After the master left, only Chen Ling and Jian Changsheng were left under the lead-gray clouds. They stood at the end of the broken track, their bright red robes and black hems fluttering in the wind.

"Sometimes, I really envy you." Jian Changsheng turned and looked at Chen Ling.

"What are you envious of?"

"You have a backer! We are both from the [6] generation, but I am still running around in misery. You have infiltrated the upper echelons and become the Red King's personal disciple... That is unrivaled in this era. Who in the entire Twilight Society has such treatment?"

Chen Ling was silent for a long time, and finally spoke, "...but I don't know why they chose me."

"The result is already here, does the reason still matter?" Jian Changsheng sighed, "But it is also..."

"What is that too?"

"I am just a passer-by, how dare I compare myself with you, the protagonist~"

Jian Changsheng rolled his eyes and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

Chen Ling:......

"I am just a worthless person. I was supposed to be your stepping stone."

"…That's not what I said."

"That's what came out of your mouth!"

"Don't blame me for the insults. I never thought of it that way."

"……snort."

Jian Changsheng glanced at his clenched fist and said, "Don't mention it, it feels really good to punch your broken face... but it's a pity that I only punched once."

Chen Ling was too lazy to argue with him, so she turned around and walked along the black railway tracks towards the end of the earth.

Seeing Chen Ling leaving, Jian Changsheng, who was still immersed in the pleasure of that punch, immediately woke up and jogged along the other side of the track to catch up... Two figures, one red and one black, walked side by side along both sides of the track.

In this gray world, the only safest thing is to stay with Chen Ling.

"By the way, when will that bastard Wujijun die?" Jian Changsheng turned around and looked behind him, at the rotten wooden track extending in another direction.

"……do not know."

Chen Ling paused for a moment, "But it shouldn't be now."

"But hasn't the adjudication delegation already gone?" Jian Changsheng pondered for a moment, "Now Wuji Jun is just a ball, without consciousness, unable to attack, what other variables can there be?"

Chen Ling didn't answer.

He couldn't predict the future, so naturally he couldn't know in advance where the variables came from. He only knew that he had met Ying Fu in the Time Archive, and Ying Fu said that the USB flash drive he used to enter the Time Archive was a replica of Wuji Jun Lou Yu...

Given Wujijun’s current condition, he certainly cannot replicate the USB flash drive, so the incident is likely to happen in the future. In other words, Wujijun should not die in the short term, at least he survived the trial of the arbitration delegation.

The reason why the master didn't let them go to the Wuji Realm first was probably because the master had also noticed something and felt that there might be changes in the Wuji Realm, so he asked them to go to the Tianshu Realm first to avoid being affected.

"The Wuji Realm...I'm afraid there will be chaos."

Chen Ling spoke slowly.

……

The infinite realm.

Under the gray and hazy sky, dozens of figures walked on the uneven stone brick road, walking through the deserted streets.

It was only evening, but the clouds obscured the view and no light was visible. The street lamps on both sides of the road were not on, as if they had been without power for a long time. Fortunately, the arbitration delegation was well prepared, and almost everyone had a kerosene lamp. From a distance, it looked like a stream of light flowing through this dim city.

Their eyes swept across Xizhou vigilantly, but the streets were empty, there were no enemies, no passers-by, no sounds, like a dead city.

"It seems that the power supply system is also broken."

An adjudication agent at the front of the queue said in a deep voice, "No wonder the message couldn't be delivered... No, it's hard to say whether the department responsible for delivering the message is still there."

"But at least everyone is still alive."

Hongxiu looked towards the quiet buildings in the dark. She could feel that many eyes were coming from all directions in the west, sizing up this foreign team with vigilance and curiosity.

"What happened here to make these residents so scared?"

"Besides, living in such a depressing atmosphere, won't their mental health be affected..."

"There are quite a few Wushen Daoists among this group of people, but they don't seem to have any bad intentions. They are probably not members of Brand's faction of the Witchcraft Association."

"Didn't they say that Brand had slaughtered Wuji and almost killed all the other factions?"

"The paths of Wushen Dao are as numerous as the stars in the sky, and there are countless factions, big and small. How can we kill them all in a few days? Most of the time, we have to kill all the high-level ones who will pose a threat, so that they will not be able to become a force to be reckoned with."

"No wonder these people are not of high rank..."

While everyone was discussing, Hongxiu, who was walking in the front, slowly stopped.

"Let's stop here." Hong Xiu said calmly, "Further ahead, it should be Wuji Jun's church... We should separate here.

All the judges will follow me. The others will quickly disperse to various areas according to the division of labor before coming here, calm the emotions of the civilians in the Wuji Realm, provide logistical support, and start the construction of the "bridge" as soon as possible... to prevent any accidents. "

"Yes."

The next moment, everyone quickly dispersed from the street. The originally gathered streams of light seemed to disperse into starlight all over the sky, spreading out to every corner of the city...

In the end, only five figures were left, still standing there.

They came from different realms, but they were all the top fighters in each realm. Except Hongxiu, everyone else was carrying all kinds of strange items, which were the accumulation of each realm over the past three hundred years.

Although they were all at the eighth level, with the help of their background, they could fight against the demigods for a short time. The five of them joined forces, and they could suppress even a demigod in his prime. If not, the other realms would not have sent them as judges to kill Wuji Jun.

"Let's go..." Hongxiu, wearing a black law enforcement officer's windbreaker, walked straight towards the towering church, her red hair dancing like flames in the darkness.

From this moment on, Hongxiu no longer concealed her aura.

The eighth-level pressure burst out from the hem of the windbreaker. The ferocity and fierceness of the leader [Ashura] were like a hurricane, sweeping across the city in an instant, and the other Western Judgment Agents followed closely behind, releasing pressure at the same time!

In this dim and silent city, the breath of the five people was like the scorching sun, tearing apart the haze covering the sky, like a holy sword from the light, pointing to the center of the Wuji Realm!

There, a church shrouded in dark clouds stood silently.