Salvation equals death

Jiang Ming finally agreed to the "God-making" plan.

Under the condition that Vera did not object or even highly cooperated, the Firmament Stone was quickly sent to the scientific research room. The magnificent gemstone was soaked in the liquid that maintained a stable state, exuding a soft light like the blue sky.

"I think you have the right to know that implanting a sage's stone is a very dangerous thing." Jiang Ming leaned against the wall and said lightly, "A sage's stone represents a kind of law. Power, the fluid law is less dangerous, it will not be as dangerous as the mind stone, and it will not directly damage the body like the sun stone, but it is still very dangerous, not enough stable."

Jiang Ming stared at Vera deeply, and said calmly, "Your birth is not glorious, but since you have come to this world, it means you have the right to choose your own destiny."

"Your body has suffered eight genetic explosions. Although there is no fission, you may face the threat of death at any time." Jiang Ming broke up the irreversible results, and analyzed them bit by bit for Vera to know , "The God-making plan may free you from the shadow of precarious life, but it may also cause death to come early. The risks and crises in it are unpredictable, so you should think about it carefully."

Jiang Ming has reservations about the god-making plan, and does not feel urgent because of this. In fact, can gods end genetic diseases?This is still an unpredictable problem.

Jiang Ming's overly indifferent attitude did not make Vera feel slandered. In fact, Vera knew very well that Jiang Ming maintained an absolutely neutral position on this matter.

The damage that has been done is irreversible, and Jiang Ming has given her the right to choose how to choose the way forward.

——She was not generous to others. In fact, Jiang Ming was the first person to take the lead and make sacrifices. It was only because of her failure that there were all kinds of things in the future.

Vera chose to transplant the Philosopher's Stone.

Compared with Jiang Ming's calmness and composure, Vera felt an indescribable and anxious sense of urgency in her heart, which stemmed from her current weak body, and also from the ever-flashing alarms from the lifeblood of the world.

[About two months later, human beings will usher in a large-scale genetic outbreak. The Qishi organization has no time to suppress the spread of genetic diseases. Dozens of small countries have fallen into victims of genetic fission. Black holes spread all over the place, and many places have turned into There are scorched earth ruins, and there is no life.Human beings have to abandon these living spaces, rebuild fortresses and living bases, and open the historical node of "The Voice of the End". 】

[After that, human beings ushered in the Dharma-ending era, and people with combat capabilities were rushing to wipe out the infected who had lost their minds, and the Qishi organization was also torn apart because of this. 】

[In the era of the end of the law, Zefern and Jiang Ming are both iconic existences. Zefern was forced to the end of the road by the shadow of the genetic disease, and sacrificed many innocent people in order to develop drugs against genetic diseases. In the end, he He preserved part of the human fire, but he did not survive the fourth gene explosion.After Jiang Ming broke with Zevern, she created "Light Moth" to protect as many Chinese people as possible, and fought until the last moment. 】

【Your time is running out, Vera. 】

The system spoke lightly of the cruel future. When the world came to an end, those precious pasts would no longer exist.

The world where the father once existed will disappear in the final death knell.

[Normal people don't live by memories, but you are, Vera. 】

As the reflection of a goddess, the spark of Vera's life needs to rely on the memory of others to survive in the world. If everything disappears into nothingness, "Vera" itself will naturally cease to exist.

Vera, who was lying on the operating table, looked up at the lights above her head, feeling her consciousness floating in the air in a trance, full of emptiness with nowhere to go.

Through a transparent glass wall, Vera saw Jiang Ming with a condensed expression. She looked at her from afar, her eyes filled with thousands of complicated thoughts, sympathy, pity, determination, perseverance... Maybe even she herself was indifferent. Can't figure it out.

"It's going to be okay, and everyone will wait until the happy ending."

Vera's tea-golden eyes glowed with soft water, and then they were slowly closed. She turned her head, and her consciousness fell into the boundless darkness, immersed in nothingness.

Vera didn't see Jiang Ming who stood up suddenly, she didn't see her hand pressed against the glass wall but retracted like an electric shock, and she didn't see her flickering expression.

Pain, severe pain.

It was as if thousands of knives were cutting through the limbs, as if the pervasive wind was eroding the broken body, and the earth was devastated. When Vera raised her hand, she saw that her hand was full of corroded pits and black holes.

The pain was more severe than the burning fire. In the confusion of consciousness, Vera could faintly hear someone screaming, screaming, and it was extremely miserable-but she didn't realize until the sharp pain in her throat pierced into her mind like a sharp knife. It turned out to be him who screamed.

Her body was constantly broken into dust and reassembled. Vera didn't remember whether she cried for this, but she reached out to the sky in desperation, wanting to hold a ray of light.

A strand of silver hair quietly fell into her palm. Vera remembered that it was the color of her father, holding it in the palm of her hand like a handful of quietly flowing moonlight, so beautiful that it made people feel peaceful.

The moonlight was cold, but it illuminated her boundless night.

Vera pursed her pale lips, but she only tasted the smell of rust. She recklessly grabbed that strand of hair, fearing that if she let go, the last light would disappear completely.

"...the experimental subject's collapsed mental state gradually stabilized..."

"Please... Lord Zevern... keep..."

There was a rustling sound in my ear, someone reached out and gently hugged Vera, patted her back again and again, full of love and regret.

"..." Vera rested her chin on the man's shoulder, still holding a lock of the man's hair tightly in her hands, the tea-golden eyes were broken, like a broken and cracked crystal.

She wept, choking softly like a wronged child, but for a long time she was unable to express the words that were stuck in her heart.

Why am I the one suffering from everything? ……can not say.

Why do we have to experience parting and pain in life? ……can not say.

Why was I born with this responsibility and never had the freedom to choose the way forward? ... You can't say such things.

"Father..." Vera curled up into a ball because of the severe pain, the thin bones on her back and shoulder blades protruded, as if something was about to break out, "Little bird, should you really live in a cage?"

The hand that kept repeating the stroking motion paused slightly, and Zevern stared silently at the blood-drenched figure in his arms, feeling suffocated for a moment.

He heard himself reply with unsteady breath: "The bird should belong to the blue sky, but it was the greedy human beings who locked it into the cage."

——If you want to attribute all the misfortunes you have suffered to fate, how ridiculous and absurd is this?

"Vera." Zevern held the girl's weak and slender hand, watching her skin cracked, blood wet the operating table little by little, and the smell of rust almost stuck her throat together, "Hate me, no Relationship."

In fact, for Zevern, it is far better to be hated than to be forgiven-because he never thought of being forgiven from others when he decided to embark on this bloody and sinful path from the beginning.

He knew he was guilty, but he never thought of turning back, let alone a tormented child to forgive him for his crimes.

Zevern stayed on the operating table for three days, and Vera, who was in a coma, grabbed a lock of his hair, like a person in hell grabbing a spider's silk hanging down.

The girl's body was constantly being decomposed and reassembled. The tragic scene was unbearable to watch. Even the scientific researchers who had long been accustomed to seeing death couldn't help turning their backs and hastily wiped away the tears from the corners of their eyes.

The bloody water flowing on the ground was washed over and over again until the walls made of metal were stained with indelible scarlet. Then Zevern pushed away the attendant who wanted to help him, and picked up the scalpel unsteadily.

The girl lying on the operating table had already stopped breathing. Her body had been split and reorganized many times and turned into a pitch black like burnt wood. There were red cracks all over her body, like a land that had been poisoned by magma.

"Dig it out." Zevern heard his hoarse voice, it was the cry of a trapped beast whose hope was deprived, and it was difficult to suppress its despair, "...Dig out the stone of the sky."

"Zevern!" Jiang Ming, who had been standing silently outside the operating room, broke in and knocked Zefern to the ground with a chokehold. "It's not time to despair yet! Take heart! Ten days is the limit. Death means nothing."

The woman's dark eyes seemed to be burning with sparks. Even if she really came to the end of the road, Jiang Ming, who was calm and strong because of her own strength, never lost her heart.

"I don't have time, Jiang Ming." Zevern calmed down, as if the momentary loss of control of his emotions was just an illusion of everyone, he was still the young and mature nobleman who was always holding the wisdom beads.

"You probably can't understand that kind of fear that you can vaguely hear the footsteps of death getting closer and closer. Since the day I suffered from the genetic disease, I have always felt that oppressive sense of crisis, as if the world is a little bit closer. A sign of the end of brokenness. You are always calm, as if nothing can break you, but I am going crazy in the restlessness of the day after day."

"Calm down, nearly half of the people in this world suffer from genetic diseases, but they can still live a normal life. Everyone is afraid of death, not just you!"

"You won't understand! If we can be satisfied just lingering, then we are just dying leeches! This world is already broken, and it is not just genetic diseases that want to destroy the world."

Zevern is the most miserable lone wolf who sees the tip of the iceberg of truth and fears it all day long, and because no one understands, he can only fight with his back.

"Don't stop me, Jiang Ming." Zevern flipped his wrist, and a silver pistol fell into his palm. He pointed the gun at Jiang Ming's head, and said in a cold voice, "I I’m very greedy, I always want a lot—I don’t want to die, and I don’t want to live alone. I hope to live, and I hope you can all live, you know, I really regard you as a friend.”

"Friend?" Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows coldly, he didn't know whether it was ridicule or indifference, "You are always sensible, but you are always naive, thinking that if you trust yourself, the person you entrust must be unconditional support everything you do. Do you still believe that love can work miracles? Do you really realize how selfish you are?"

"What you mean by sincerity is disregarding morality and ethics, putting your own sister into human experiments, using cloning technology to create Vera, and taking advantage of her kindness towards you to bring her into an irreversible desperate situation."

"The trust you talk about is pointing a gun at me now and saying that I hope you can live too."

"Have you ever thought about what you really want?"

"Of course I have thought about it!" Zevern held the pistol with both hands. It is the holy key weapon "Key of Spiritual Wisdom" he bought with the merits of the special medicine. It can be transformed into any form of tool or weapon, " I want to live, and I want the world to return to the beautiful appearance it once was. Children can choose their future careers; husbands and wives can love each other instead of forcing themselves to reproduce; at that time, the blue sky and white clouds are still there, and it is the sun that warms the earth rather than blood."

"At that time, we didn't need to be so hostile. A child like Vera can live innocently forever!"

"It's a naive wish, but isn't that why we've been fighting for it?"

"Jiang Ming, it's not just death that is terrifying, but also this world where people regard death as normal—even you have become so numb."

"Keep in awe of death, so that I can do my best to live!" The young man with an immature face gritted his teeth, and those sad tears had solidified into scars on his heart.

"Otherwise, in this desperate world, what else is worth commemorating?!"

The young man screamed at the top of his lungs, tearing apart the veil of warmth that separated the two from the endless ditch that could not be seen at a glance.

Jiang Ming looked up with a cold expression. Her eyes were sparkling, and thoughts and wills were burning silently like unquenchable candles, which formed the most stark contrast with Zevern's despair and emptiness.

——Jiang Ming is different from Zefern. Her fire of life is burning for Huaxia. As long as her faith is not extinguished, she will always be full of hope for the future.

A dead and embarrassing silence spread in the operating room, and the scientific researchers who watched the two fight did not dare to make a sound and could only wait and see with bated breath.

Seeing the stalemate in the situation, everyone prayed in their hearts, no matter what, let someone break this suffocating silence.

As if sensing their inner desires, a slight but crisp cracking sound broke the deadlock. Zevern and Jiang Ming turned their heads together and looked at the charred corpse on the operating table.

"Crack-"

Like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon, a summer cicada flying out of the soil, the coke-like ugly shell is cracked and damaged under the eyes of everyone, and the thin and clear wings like a dragonfly pierce the black shell and slowly stretch out.

How beautiful that is, the cicada wings like the blue sky - like the sky washed by the rain, half of the sky cut off by the gods, it is so beautiful that it makes people tremble and almost shed tears for it.

——Mankind has long forgotten that the sky in the past had such beautiful colors.

A flash of surprise flashed across Jiang Ming's face, and then she realized something, tore off her large windbreaker, and walked forward quickly.

She wrapped the girl who broke out of the cocoon, and hugged her tightly in her arms. Compared with ecstasy, she was more grateful.

"Welcome back, Vera—"

——Back to this world that may not be perfect, but has so many people doing their best to protect it.