I Will Eventually Inherit the Archbishop of Heaven

37: Burning White Hair and Red Eyes

Boom!

Above the iron-colored sky, a stern bolt of lightning pierced the sky, traversed the clouds for thousands of miles, descending with majesty like the wrath of a god, and the howling gale slashed like a knife and axe, raging over the city, like a soul weeping.

The torrential rain poured down like a sea tide.

Tens of millions of tons of rain were intertwined like a dense barrage, slapping the dilapidated ruins unscrupulously, like a hail of bullets.The world is pitch black, with no more brilliance, only the red lotus karmic fire, which represents crime and punishment, burns everything and burns away all filth.

The Jackal had already left, boarded a helicopter, and fled the city that was about to become a barren and dead place.

Yaen lay on his back on the ground, opening his eyes in vain, letting the rain from the sky melt into his hollow eyes, which reflected the doomsday scene.

He felt as if he had fallen into the deepest abyss, with endless darkness in his vision, no movement in his ears, ignorant and insensitive, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world, imprisoned in a cage of despair, Loneliness is like a shadow.

Only the feeling of falling is always accompanied, as if it is endless.

It is often said that at the moment of death, the past and present life will appear in the mind like a horse watching flowers. Looking back on the past life, all the joys and sorrows are as vivid as a revolving lantern.

But Yan couldn't think of anything, the sea of ​​consciousness was as quiet as stagnant water, and the tick-tock of the heartbeat in his chest was gentle and pleasant.

Suddenly, a few red feathers slowly fell in the field of vision, ignoring the invasion of the rain, and swaying with the wind.

What followed was a faint light that illuminated the deep darkness.

Yan's subconscious mind was slightly disturbed, and a dreamlike figure loomed in his vision.

This is a stunningly beautiful woman with white hair and red pupils, dressed in flames and standing on white clouds.Even with such a strong flame burning behind him, he couldn't resist the dust-free aura emanating from that slender body, like a spotless fairy in the sky.

It was hard to imagine that there were real immortals in this world, and they appeared right in front of his eyes.

Even at the moment when his consciousness was on the verge of shattering, Yaen still had a trace of doubt in his heart.

"Who are you……"

he asked in his heart.

The white-haired woman seemed to have heard his voice, and lightly parted her vermilion lips, her voice was ethereal and noble.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that...you are dying."

Yan stared at her soft face quietly, his eyes were so heavy.

"Your body has been completely eroded by Houkai energy, and soon you will lose your human consciousness and become a walking dead."

Yan listened silently, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, as if smiling.

The white-haired woman frowned slightly: "Even if you know that you are going to die, can you still laugh?"

"Everyone is mortal..." He said with a light smile, "And before I die, I can... meet a beautiful fairy like you... It's worth dying."

Probably because she didn't expect Yann to say such words at all, she froze suddenly, a rare look of astonishment appeared on her plain face.

"Are you here to take me out of this world?"

Ian asked again.

"No, I'm here...to help you."

The white-haired woman looked at him with extremely complicated emotions flashing in her eyes.

"Help me?...Why?" He wondered, "I just...don't know you."

"I'm done talking, stop talking and close your eyes."

The white-haired woman knelt down and pressed her soft hands on Yaen's forehead.

Feeling the warm and soft touch on his forehead, Yaen seemed unwilling to close his eyes, but he still kept his eyes open, staring at the other party.

"My name is Ion... Ion Apocalypse. May I have... your name."

"Stop talking."

"your name……"

"..."

"name……"

In the silence, the white-haired woman sighed faintly, and she said helplessly: "...Chiyuan."

"Red kite? It sounds good..." Yan smiled weakly: "It's very suitable for you."

"Thank you." Chi Yuan said and sighed again: "Okay, stop thinking about it, close your eyes and concentrate."

Yan closed his eyes obediently, then opened them again as if remembering something.

"And... one last question..."

Chi Yuan looked at him silently, and suddenly had the illusion that the emperor was not in a hurry and the eunuchs were in a hurry.

Are your questions a little too much?Do you know that we are now in an emergency where every second counts?

"Can we... meet again in the future?"

"maybe."

"Then next time we meet, can you tell me...your... measurements."

"If you don't do what I say, you will have no future."

Chi Yuan sighed deeply, suddenly feeling very tired.This person is obviously going to die soon, but he still has time to say something irrelevant, and he doesn't know what else is going on in his heart.

"But I think... if I close my eyes... I might never be able to wake up again." Yan expressed his uneasiness in his heart: "I'm very tired and want to sleep. I feel like I'm going to die, but I don't want to die."

Death is a pity, because it means that you will never see the girls with thin waists and long legs, you will not be able to eat delicious delicacies from mountains and seas, and you will not be able to play the long-awaited 3A masterpieces.

Once a person is dead, nothing can be done.

"You won't die, and you can't die. Now only you can save the people in this city." Chi Yuan's figure suddenly became erratic, like misty clouds condensed in the void, which may be blown by the wind at any time passed away.

"Remember! There is a powerful force in your body. It can heal the wounds in your body and control the raging Houkai energy in your body. All you have to do is to feel the power hidden deep in your heart. The power of the place, to inspire it."

Chi Yuan's voice was distorted like a damaged tape, and even the hand on Yan's forehead became unreal, like a phantom.

"Now, close your eyes and feel with your heart."

Yan nodded subtly, and finally closed his eyes with peace of mind.

This time, he didn't open it again.

Chi Yuan finally let go of her heart, she also closed her eyes, her soft face gathered a trace of seriousness, and she muttered words——

"The way of heaven is completed, the sun and the moon are completed, and the ghosts and demons are all destroyed."

The moment the voice fell, Ian heard a shattering sound from the depths of his mind. It was as if the silent sea of ​​consciousness rolled up violent waves and soared into the sky, spreading out fine cracks like spider webs, spreading all over the poles of the world in an instant!

As far as the eye can see, the world of the Sea of ​​Consciousness is full of cracks, as fragile as a fragmented mirror, and when the wind blows, fine debris will shake off, dissipating like clouds and mist.

"My mission has been completed, and the rest depends on your fortune."

In the last soft words, Chi Yuan rolled up a strand of soft hair hanging by her ears, and her soft voice faded away with the wind——

"Ion Apocalypse."

In the next second, the sea of ​​consciousness collapsed!

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PS: I was wrong. I didn’t expect the awakening process to be extremely difficult. There is another chapter tonight. I stayed up all night to finish writing it, and then started to pretend.Well, I won't ask for a ticket today...

38: A new boss is born!

"cough--!"

The moment his consciousness returned to reality, Fu Hua's face suddenly turned pale, like a piece of white paper with all its colors faded.Her body also fell forward uncontrollably, accompanied by a suppressed and painful moan, a dark red bloodstain slowly left at the corner of her mouth.

In the next moment, she was supported by a pair of arms to support her precarious slender body.

"Thank you, old friend."

Otto said softly with lowered eyes, his deep voice was full of gratitude.He carefully supported Fu Hua to sit on the only seat, while he stood behind her and continued to focus on the screen.

Fu Hua closed his eyes lightly, feeling the turbulent screams in his body, as if his soul and body were torn apart forcefully, splitting into two.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not helping you." She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth casually, and opened her stern eyes: "I just don't want people in this city to die just like this, the Honkai energy bomb buried in Florence is about to explode , Tianming's Valkyrie team has no time to rescue him, and now there is no other way but to awaken him."

"I have tried my best to help him, but the only one who can really save him is himself."

Fu Hua frowned as she spoke, she tilted her head slightly, and her voice became cold.

"Otto, did you know from the beginning that the World Snake was secretly conducting experiments in this city?"

"Although Honkai has been concealed from the world, there are not many people in this world who know about it." Ao Tuo knew that he couldn't hide it from Fu Hua, so he simply confessed: "There are so many rats, how can I have the time to care about them?" they."

"The world snake is not a mouse."

"The whereabouts of the world snakes have always been secretive. It is not easy to catch their feet, let alone plot them." Otto patted Fu Hua on the shoulder: "Old friend, I know you don't trust me." Me, but on this point, I'm not going to lie to you."

Fu Hua was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and looked up at the screen.

Above the pitch-black city, the torrential rain poured down, accompanied by burning flames and scars all over the ground, as if to infect the whole world with the color of blood.

In the violent storm, the moment when people's shadows intertwined could be vaguely seen, as if they were crazily fleeing for their lives.

This is a city that is heading towards the cemetery, where tens of thousands of lives will be buried, and the only thing that can save it is the immortal name that has been sung for thousands of years, the pronoun of justice and justice—Super Hero (superhero).

The passage of time by minute and second, as if the ancient bronze clock echoed in the beating again and again, echoing in the depths of the soul.

During the long wait, the silence was like a haunted ghost, silent.

"It's been too long, Otto." Fu Hua's expression became serious: "It's less than a quarter of an hour before the bomb explodes."

"Don't worry, my old friend, have a little confidence in my child." Otto reassured: "He will stand up."

"Are you so sure?"

"Of course, I'm pretty sure!"