[Zongmeiying] Wait, am I going to die?

God shrugged innocently at the cold eyes given by death, and honestly squatted behind as the background, reducing his own sense of existence.

But he really felt innocent...

This time Dean Winchester's death warning was originally the mistake of a certain death messenger. Even without Elrond and the imprisoned death messenger, his life must never be taken away.

If other people do not intervene, God will never stand by.

Although Reaper is in charge of the death rules, as long as Dean Winchester is not dead, everything will be in time.

Under the watchful eye of all waking beings, the Death Knight remained calm and began to deal with the aftermath of the accident.

As the world's oldest rule controller, Death actually has a very complete death messenger system, so this kind of accidental mistake was originally beyond the reach of an existence of his level.

But the death knight really didn't want to have these guys wandering around in his world, and he didn't want the evil god to project into his world again, so he decided to make a move.

——Cut off their relationship with this world and let these outsiders leave.

Death first swung the Deathbringer back and took his memory.

As for the human being who dared to offend the majesty of death—the god almost sent her into hell when he received the death knight's gaze.

There are many taboos in the world that cannot be touched, and death is undoubtedly the deepest one among them.

——Those who step into taboos will not end well.

Just when the death knight was about to approach the unconscious Dean, God stopped him.

"I come."

Death and life are opposite attributes. If death is allowed to take out the fragments of the code of life, it will only cause the body to stay in the seal and rule the controller to suffer more damage.

Death stared at God silently for a moment, and it was rare for him to obey God's advice and stay where he was.

The god put both hands on the chests of Dean and Legolas, and the white light surrounded the sleeping two. The light became stronger and stronger, and gradually converged into the palm of the god like a stream of water.

When the rays of light were fully concentrated, the god's hand slowly lifted up, and emerald-like fragments floated on his fingertips with rays of light.

A fragment of the code of life.

Dean's complexion quickly turned gray, but Death came to him at the same time as the god took the fragments, and the black cane that appeared in his hand gracefully drew a circle, and then lightly tapped the ground, so Wen Che The ashen complexion of the elder brother of the Sturt family quickly turned ruddy again.

With the face of death erased by the rules of death, Dean will be safe and sound for some time to come.

On the other side, a wind from nowhere swept up the sleeping Prince of the Jungle, and the vortex of light spots gradually swallowed Legolas. The vortex was full of familiar power and color, whether it was Elrond or Thranduil. Feel the familiar force.

—that is the power of their god, their creator, Iluvatar.

The gods are calling back the children lost in other worlds, and Legolas will be safely sent back to where he should go.

And Thranduil and Elrond can't go back yet.

To be precise, Elrond, who bears the imprint of other gods on his soul, cannot go back, so when the torrent of light touched Thranduil, he held the half-elf's hand tightly and refused to return to his hometown .

Star-filled gray eyes looked at the king of the dense forest, Thranduil shook his head, smiled confidently and proudly: "How could I leave you behind?"

——If there is no you in the hometown, how can it be called the hometown?

"Give it to them," said Death.

God nodded, and the beautiful shards of blue-blue color left his hands and flew towards the familiar breath.

Two emerald lights sank into Elrond's chest, and an incomplete life code appeared in the spiritual realm. Its arrival was welcomed by the soul code, and the power of the same source wanted to shine generously in Elrond's spirit .

But the power of the giant tree rooted in the wilderness faster than them, as if the giant tree carved from emerald and starlight white gemstones exudes light, there are those of Elrond, those of Thranduil, and more, are The power of their bond, the bond of heart to heart, the immortality of mind to spirit.

The thunder that entangled the code of soul quickly wrapped up the incomplete code of life, and the spiritual realm of the elf lord calmed down under the double suppression.

As if watching a good show, God said with great interest: "The more you get, the more difficult it will be to suppress them."

Elrond nodded: "Thank you, I don't bother you."

The master of Imratri is always gentle and elegant, and the same vortex as the torrent of light that swept away Legolas just now opened up beside the two elves, and the opposite of the torrent is an unknown power—that means a new, unknown world.

Elrond and Thranduil exchanged glances, held hands and walked into the torrent.

"I have never seen such an interesting guest." God smiled back and said to Death.

The figure of death gradually dimmed, and God could even see the scene behind him through his body.

"... Is it time?"

"You know better than me." Death said indifferently.

If he hadn't known that the continuous consumption of the seal had reached its limit, the Creator, who was greedy for all interesting things in the world, probably wouldn't have sent them away so honestly.

God blinked.

"I sometimes work honestly."

"Most of the time, I'm going to be willful." The figure of death gradually dissipated, and the last words dissipated in the wind, "There's nothing wrong with it, just stay like this until the end."

until the end.

Looking at the place where death was originally standing, the god breathed out lightly. Although if he wanted to, the seal of death would be broken immediately, but fate has its own track. Every time the butterfly's wings flap, it will bring unknown results .

So he just chuckled and said, "I will."

He can see his end, even after a long, long time, it is still close to him.

But he will not desire more.

He will live a long life belonging to God willfully and without regret, leave his beautiful world to mankind, and then walk to the end safely through the scythe of death.

Even twisted and corrupted people can't get close to him——

God's eyes became fierce, and he waved his hand, and the creatures in the world that did not belong to his world whispered frantically around him instantly turned into fly ash, and there was no room for them to scream.Although he doesn't grasp the law of death, it's not that he doesn't know how to eliminate it.

"Don't come again." God said coldly, "If you find any trace of you in my world again, let your master taste the taste of destruction."

God's might is like a mountain.

The Winchester brothers woke up and found that the elves had left, and there were notes left by the elves on their beloved Chevrolet. Elrond cleverly avoided the rhetoric that they would definitely be erased by God, leaving Plausible advice.Perhaps some sadness could have been avoided if Dean and Sam had followed the note.

But whether or not the future is full of sadness, they will not stop.Exorcising evil spirits and saving the world is the ultimate goal in their hearts.

Sam put away the note, and Dean drove forward humming.

As the night draws near, a ray of dawn appears in the sky.

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The smog was misty and the sky was dark. When Elrond woke up, he found himself standing in a dilapidated and messy alley. The child in black from the Ability God looked at him with an inexplicable brilliance in his eyes.

Thranduil disappeared again.

Glancing at Kong Luo's palm, suppressing the helplessness and even amused mood in his heart, Elrond turned his head to look at the child in front of him.

A painful premonition settled in his heart, the half-elf opened his eyes wide, and an irreversible fate gathered into a sad song in his ears, echoing quietly.

The elf lord suddenly understood what he saw in this child—he saw the shadow of death, the code of death shining in the depths of that pure soul.

This child will have a rough life.

The Code of Death likes suffering souls, because for those who suffer, death is the final relief, but the Code of Death prefers a strong soul that will never yield, so it will always settle in the depths of the soul, watching this soul suffer Suffering without giving death... until the soul gives up life and will not leave.

Elrond looked at the wary child again, with ill-fitting clothes and messy hair, and untimely bruises on his exposed hands, feet and face.The child pursed his lips tightly, as if he wanted to scream but swallowed it down, his small body trembled slightly, but the flame of struggle in his eyes never went out.

"I... am not a bad person." Even Elrond didn't know how to comfort a strange, scarred and guarded child.He can only express the greatest kindness with words and expressions, hoping that this child will no longer be tensed like a bow that may break at any time.

It's a pity that the elf lord's gentle smile, which has always tried everything, was discounted in front of the children, and one big and one small fell into a silent confrontation.

In the end it was the child himself who broke the silence.

"Are you a wizard?"

--wizard?

Elrond immediately thought of his good comrade-in-arms, Mithrandil.But this was a different world, and he wasn't sure whether the wizard he was talking about was the one he knew, so he chose a simple answer.

"...I can use magic, if that's what you mean."

Elrond found the child's dark eyes lit up like a star in an endless night, and in this weary and young soul only magic was his "Light of Elendil."

Elrond's heart softened, and though he was tender and kind to any cub, or even to any being of the Light Race, he had a kinder kindness to this child.The elf lord knew this was because the fragments of the code of soul and code of life in his body were calling for the code of death of the same origin.

The power of the same origin makes them rejoice in meeting each other.

"My mother is a wizard too," said the child awkwardly.

Elrond understood what he had not said—I am a wizard, too.

"My name is Elrond, nice to meet you, little wizard." The elf lord performed the elegant etiquette of an elf.

Although the little wizard didn't understand, he imitated Elrond's appearance and moved stiffly.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Severus Snape."