The Grim Reaper Can't Be Tricked

Hela, the god of death, was slightly surprised, and retracted the iron pipe that was about to move: "It actually came in, should it be said that it is a human being chosen by fate?"

Ding Yiqing opened and closed his mouth a few times, but he couldn't make a sound, his eyes were bloodshot, his pale cheeks were stained with streaks of blood, his clothes were dusty, his hair was disheveled, and he was in a mess. Ding Yiqing is so beautiful that it shines.

Huang Mao's attention was still focused on the question of who [Sister Ould] was for one second, and then shifted to the distraught Ding Yiqing in the next second.

Ding Yiqing was stunned, looking at the white skeleton in the glass cabin, looking a little pitiful, as if he did not accept that his lover who was alive and kicking a few minutes ago suddenly turned into this white skeleton, and because he saw it with his own eyes, whether he believed it or not, whether he accepted it or not, Not accepting the extreme pulling in the heart, the tearing was extremely painful.

He staggered and ran over, and when he passed Hela, the God of Death, he suddenly got into trouble, his eyes were as fierce as a ghost, and he burst out with extreme hatred, such a maliciousness as violent as the waves of the sea, even Hela, the God of Death, felt terrified.

The extraordinary technique of devouring exploded wildly, devouring without limit and restraint, the ability of gods, mental pollution, equipment of mechanical jellyfish, steel and metal...all tangible and intangible things were decomposed at an extremely fast speed.

When it swelled to an unbearable level, Ding Yiqing automatically upgraded his devouring ability, from decomposing something into nothing to depriving it for his own use.

Hela, the god of death, felt that his ability was being deprived. Although it was not a big deal, it could add up to a lot, and it was hard to guarantee that it would not come back to him, so he frowned and waved vigorously at Ding Yiqing, who was slapped by a huge force. fly.

Move your fingers again, several iron pipes penetrate the floor like flexible poisonous snakes, and when the dust disappears, Ding Yiqing is nowhere to be seen.

Haila, the god of death, took two steps forward, looking for Ding Yiqing, but heard the sound of glass shattering from the right rear. Looking back, Ding Yiqing's knife split the glass cabin, holding Cen Jin's skeleton in his arms.

He raised his head, his eyes were scarlet, blood oozing, like a ghost, like an abyss, the murderous aura turned into reality and screamed, the long hair of the god of death Hela suddenly raised, a scar appeared on his cheek, and blood dripped down.

He wiped the wound and looked at the blood on his fingertips: "The potential is really scary." She frowned and muttered to herself: "It's a pity that I still need you to do something for me... I really found a big one for myself." Trouble. Forget it, if there is a loss, there must be a gain."

Hela, the god of death, raised her eyes, and slowly pulled out a wicked smile: "I'll wait for you to come to me, Ding Yiqing."

After saying that, the pupils of the eyes returned to normal in an instant, and Maria's consciousness returned. She looked at the scene in front of her in shock, and when she met Ding Yiqing's terrifying eyes, she turned around and ran away in fright.

However, he only ran about ten meters before being pierced through the chest by a Tang knife, and fell to the ground and died.

Ding Yiqing stared coldly at the void for a while, then slowly buried his face into the dead bones in his arms: "You said you could find a way to break the situation, you said you would survive, how could you lie to me?"

The voice was so soft that it couldn't even arouse an echo in this vast space.

The mechanical jellyfish glowed with a cold silver light, gray in all directions, and the only bright color was a person and a white bone hugging each other on the ground.

Destiny was captured and strangled, and the World Tree became a cage. It collapsed in an instant, and its area shrank visibly with the naked eye. A flat boat on the sea.

The dense fog is all over, and the mechanical jellyfish is entangled in strands and strands, such as the castle of Princess Aurora. When she falls under the Maleficent Curse, thorns will grow, covering the kingdom and the castle, and sinking in the abyss.

The space was still, and so was the time. After an unknown amount of time, Ding Yiqing moved his fingers, picked up Cen Jin's body, and brought it to the side of the rotten bone of Maria. He stared silently for a while, stepped on it, and the bones All crushed.

Kick open the door, set off, pass through the spaces where the glass cabins are stored, and come to a gray-white metal spiral staircase, walk up several hundred steps and finally arrive at the core area of ​​the mechanical jellyfish.

The core area is a metal space of about [-] square meters, the whole body is gray and white, and black squares about two meters high are erected neatly and orderly inside, resembling a large computer in a computer room. With dry ice, misty.

"Come out." Ding Yiqing stood in the middle of the core area, lowered his head and spoke.

There was silence and no one responded.

Ding Yiqing seemed to be talking to himself: "When you were in the ghost ship, you were also in it. It should be parasitic on someone's body, so we didn't find anything abnormal... So the way you appeared was parasitic, or in other words, the way you live now It is parasitic.

All kinds of human beings have been your parasitic containers for thousands of years. Someone who encouraged pirates to go to sea during the Viking period, a strange traveler who suddenly appeared to lure the townspeople to find keels, and someone who lured Leadman to make bone soup, including Parasitic Maria... You never show your true face, not out of fear, but because you have no body in the first place. "

"Now the world tree has collapsed, leaving only the mechanical jellyfish, and the bones cannot be parasitized. Only me and the mechanical jellyfish can be parasitized, so you have been hiding in the core area."

Still quiet.

"If you keep silent, I will destroy the mechanical jellyfish at all costs."

After a few sizzling sounds, a human figure of unknown gender appeared in the middle of the two-meter-high black square, with silvery white eyes and black double rings in the pupils, watching Ding Yiqing quietly.

"Tell me, how to revive Cen Jin?"

"Do you know what these black squares are?" Hela, the god of death, answered irrelevantly.

Ding Yiqing couldn't answer, and Hela, the god of death, didn't expect to get an answer from him, so he asked himself and answered: "It's the data recorded in the Spindle of Destiny. It first appeared in the shape of a spindle, then it was the trunk of the World Tree, and then It is a book again, but now it is in the form of a computer, what form it will appear in the future may depend on how far human civilization can develop."

"Strength is in your hands."

And he had deceived them before, and was forced into the hands of fate.

"You have not been deceived, Qiangwu is indeed controlled by fate." Hela, the god of death, saw what Ding Yiqing was thinking, and said, "But there is more than one fate."

Ding Yiqing looked back, her expression and gaze remained calm, as if she had already guessed: "Trinity, past, present and future. The cruel and crazy fate who was imprisoned and killed must be the one who controls the future. God can't catch him , All creatures cannot grasp the past and the future, but He is in front of you, knows your existence, and will never touch each other, so He is the future, and you are one of the present and the past."

"what are you?"

"Reaper, Hela."

Ding Yiqing's pupils shrank sharply.

"Fate is something like a parasite. Steel, humans, elves, even giants and gods can easily complete parasites and then plunder—" Hela, the god of death, changed the subject: "You can guess that fate lives by parasitism, Can't you guess that Hela, the god of death who is unknown to life and death in the literature, was also parasitized?"

The light and shadow were projected in front of Ding Yiqing, and he stretched out his hand to try to touch Cen Jin's corpse, but was suddenly scattered, like a wave of water swaying for a moment before returning to its original shape.

God of Death Hela took a step back: "I won't touch your treasure."

Ding Yiqing's eyes were gloomy and depressed, and his tone became more serious: "Why, save him!"

Hela, the God of Death, shook her head: "I have no way to come back from the dead, and even the gods cannot escape the cycle of life and death."

Ding Yiqing stared at Hela, the god of death, and after a while, lowered his eyes and said, "Then you all go to die."

Death God Hela: "Arrogance. You can't even get out of the World Tree."

Ding Yiqing: "The god of death lives forever, and dies at the end of time."

The cynicism in the eyes of God of Death Hela froze instantly, listening to Ding Yiqing's calm but irreversible threat: "The fate attached to me is my arrogant capital, and it is also the capital you gave me to threaten you! , isn't it?"

Hella, the god of death, turned around suddenly, jumped onto the black chassis and sat down, overlooking Ding Yiqing below.

On the surface, this human looks in a mess, intact, active in thinking and can guess a lot of mysteries from the clues, calm and calm, calm and unhurried, and looks like nothing happened, but in fact is on the verge of collapse. Can drive him crazy.

"Indeed." Hela, the god of death, raised her palm to cover her eyes, and her pupils with black double rings intertwined turned into swirl shapes: "In the long years, I have fantasized about eleven million ways to kill you, but without you, I can't kill you." There will be others.

The minutiae of destiny can be changed, but its forward journey will not stand still, and its destination will not be easily changed. "

He spoke like a mystery, and sounded like nonsense expressing his feelings, but Ding Yiqing didn't let go of any word, wrote it down and chewed it carefully, trying to find a way to check and balance and fight back.

"There is no way to come back from the dead, at least I don't. The Book of the Dead, the ancient Egyptian god of the underworld, Osiris may be able to revive him, but the Egyptian gods have long since disappeared in the long river of history, and are tacitly regarded as all members by the gods of all regions and camps in the world Fallen. I also wanted to find the Book of the Dead and resurrect the Nordic gods, but I was disappointed again and again.”

"Can it be saved or not?"

"I'm really impatient." Hela, the god of death, curled up her lips and sneered: "The fate paper didn't write his mortal ending, it was a trivial matter, and could be changed, as long as the time on him was changed, so that he was free from the rules of the universe. will come alive."

"How to modify the time on Cen Jin's body?"

Death God Hella: "I can't do it, but fate can. You can ask him to agree to your conditions. He needs a mad dog and a dragon-slaying knife. You are the sharp edge he picked out. Give a little sweetness, you shouldn't would refuse, but—”

"but what?"

Hela, the god of death, jumped up to Ding Yiqing and got very close. Her silvery white vortex pupils were like cosmic nebulae, and involved the pilgrim with great desires into Bo Yun's treacherous script.

"But he has no future!"

"That is the destiny called the past. Time is always slower than others. Everyone is moving forward. Only he is always walking in the past time, but this is not a problem for you. After all, when you take over the fate You can also have the past time when you throw an olive branch."

"I'm stupid, and I don't quite understand what you mean."

Hela, the god of death, laughed and pulled out his eyes, held Ding Qingqing's head tightly, and stuffed the silver-white metal object into Ding Qingqing's eyes: "Uld, the god of fate named 'Past', died in the twilight of the gods. At the time of the future, tempt me to steal the spring of Urd with the benefit of predicting the future and helping the giants win the war.

After the incident, he asked me to drink the spring water of Urd and return to the Palace of God of Destiny after refining the army of undead. I wanted to fight back, but I was parasitized by Urd the moment I drank the spring water.

The God of Destiny named 'Future' saw Ragnarok and did not stop it, but also intervened in and promoted fate, making Ragnarok come earlier.

And their purpose of doing this is to eradicate the gods of the earth. Of course, this is the superficial purpose of doing it for... The God of Destiny, who has survived for tens of thousands or even millions of years, has long betrayed in the long and boring years.

After so many years of lingering parasitic life, I figured out the ambition derived from their rebellion: freedom. "

"As long as you have ambition and desire, you can become a flaw. You can control their ambitions and use them in turn to achieve what you want. You are the knife chosen by the future. He saw you in the future. and your lover.

It's a pity that Uld missed it.

If it is not missed, there will not be the past Ragnarok and the end of the gods, so this is fate, and even the god of fate will inevitably become a part of fate. "

What do you mean?

In the burning pain, Ding Yiqing tried to grasp the reason and try to think about the hidden information in that word and every sentence, but the severe pain spread from the eyes to the limbs and bones, and he could even clearly see the moment when the flesh and blood burst, and could hear The sound of galloping blood vessels can feel the brain beating at an ultra-high frequency.

Even so, he did not let go of Cen Jin.

He couldn't open his mouth, couldn't make a sound, like fish on a chopping board at the mercy of others.

What has happened to them these days, which one does not say that their human beings are fish and meat that have been slaughtered and played with arbitrarily?

Cen Jin's fate can be arranged when it is arranged, and killed when it is said, without even a chance to appeal, let alone resist?

Forced by fate to make a choice, seeing Cen Jin's embarrassment when he was captured and unable to move a finger, talking about resurrecting Cen Jin and taking revenge on the gods above him is nothing more than taking advantage of the power they bestowed. Only by fate and actively accepting their fiddles can they have the opportunity to negotiate on an equal footing.

Never before had he been told so clearly how weak and helpless he was.

The flames of hatred and unwillingness burned in his heart, so strong that it overwhelmed the severe pain.

Hela, the god of death, held Ding Yiqing's neck with her hand down, and said viciously, "You are my enemy too! Mad dog!"

Throwing it out, the space added gravity and fell down, Ding Yiqing's internal organs were hit hard, and he vomited a big mouthful of blood, but the bones in his arms were well protected.

The god of death Hela looked at Ding Yiqing who was curled up on the ground with two hollow and black eye sockets, his expression was torn back and forth between pleasure and the overall situation, like a psychopath.

"Two powers harm each other whichever is less, I must resist the urge to kill you, the gods are doomed to perish, but I will bite his throat with my last breath and tear him into the grave of the gods!"

"I gave you my 'nucleus', from now on, you are the new god of death!"

"Among the gods of each camp, only the god of death can't be bullied!"

"The gods of death in the past have taken it as their mission to kill fate——"

"Ding Yiqing, kill fate."

Ding Yiqing suffered extreme pain that had never been seen in the world, and was refined to the level of a god with the frail body, soul and spirit of human beings. The extreme pain will be forever imprinted in the depths of the soul, trembling day and night voice.

The two black holes on Guangying's face were gradually filled by the normal eyeballs, emotions gradually appeared in the inorganic eyeballs, the eye waves flowed, and the spirit was high. I was quite surprised to see the change of Ding Yiqing. I called out the space to monitor and check, but found nothing abnormal .

"Reaper's 'nucleus' is gone? Strange, will it automatically recognize the master? The choice of fate...why did you choose a human being to become Reaper?"

Light and shadow, that is, the fate that controls the "past", Uld observes Ding Yiqing's distortion suspiciously. Although the direction of fate is under his control, he still feels jealous because he doesn't know why Ding Yiqing became a god of death.

Uld stretched out his hand, trying to catch Ding Yiqing to complete the parasitism, but suddenly he was whipped to the arm by a white bone arm, and he was so frightened that he thought his 'sister' was not dead.

Then he frowned, not only displeased, but also feeling disappointed. After all, it was a relationship of living together day and night, living and dying together, which was far closer and more bonded than the relationship of blood in human society.

Uld looked at the bones for a while, and tried to grind them into powder by exerting gravity. As soon as he moved, he saw Ding Yiqing, who was delirious from the severe pain, suddenly raised his head. measured in the depths of the universe.

He was intimidated by accident, and realized in an instant that it was a good time to parasitize, so Uld parasitized Ding Qingqing's brain with all the powerful weapons he had collected.

As soon as the tentacles of the majestic and vast spiritual pollution stretched out, they were trapped by heavy steel and metal. Uld howled like a beast, and attacked Ding Yiqing's brain like crazy.

Break through a layer of metal and steel cages, and a new layer of metal cages rises from the ground. As much as he destroys, as many cages will reappear, just like how he worked hard to plan such a good script and successfully strangled fate. Also trapped to death in an endless cage.

"Ding Yiqing!!"

"Want to kill me? You can't trap me." After the initial panic, Uld quickly calmed down and persuaded Ding Qing: "Trust me, accept me, and I will make you the supreme god.

If you insist on resisting and attacking, you will die in the end, and I will spend dozens or hundreds of years to find another parasite, and there will be no loss. "

But I heard Ding Yiqing say: "I must be the one who died?"

"of course."

"I don't believe it, what should I do?"

Urdu choked.

Ding Yiqing laughed softly: "I want you to die."

He speaks softly, but strikes with madness and ruthlessness, without mercy. It can be said that he hurts eight hundred enemies and one thousand. Uld is uncomfortable, and Ding Yiqing is tortured even more. However, driven by hatred, Ding Yiqing is a A mad dog that never dies.

Uld cursed in a low voice: "It's time to beware of this mad dog!"

Ding Yiqing nodded and echoed: "I'm a mad dog, even if I didn't kill you, it would still bring deadly rabies virus." He embraced Cen Jin's body intimately, and smiled particularly ferociously: "You must die!"

Uld was startled and angry, and swallowed his anger: "What exactly do you want?"

Ding Yiqing was silent for a moment: "Resurrect Cen Jin and let his timeline go back to the past."

"Impossible! Don't go too far!" Uld refused angrily, and then became vigilant: "No, who told you the way to come back from the dead?"

Ding Yiqing: "As expected, you can do it."

I've been ripped off.

Uld's thinking was misled, thinking that Ding Yiqing's temptation was casual, so he had to persuade him earnestly: "His death is valuable. If he comes back alive, do you know what price I will have to pay?"

"It has something to do with me?"

"!" Uld was very angry, turned around in a hurry, and tried to attack Ding Yiqing again, but the other party regarded death as home, but he was cautious and did not dare to act rashly.

"What price is higher than your life? Although I don't know what you planned all this for, but it's hard to see the dawn of victory, because once a person, a life, returns to the pre-liberation, it doesn't feel a pity ?”

Uld sneered, and was soon attacked by Ding Yiqing persistently.

Even if such a desperate attack can escape in the end, thousands of years of hard planning will be wasted. Compared with it, resurrecting Cen Jin is obviously less risky.

It's just that being so coerced and threatened made him unhappy, and the resurrection of Cen Jin didn't know if another variable was added, but it's a pity that he can't see the future, can't foresee it, otherwise he can control the variable with confidence.

The cage that moved at will turned into a metal light cannon aimed at Uld, and when Ding Yiqing launched it, Uld hurriedly stopped: "Wait!"

Ding Yiqing listened but did not hear.

Ould: "Enough! I agree to revive Cen Jin and let him return to the past timeline—" Wait, the fate paper did not say that Cen Jin was alive or dead, but said that he was 'forgotten forever'. Is it so? What's going on?

But the timeline that exists in the past has no present and future, but it will not be forgotten... Maybe the 'past' itself is easy to be forgotten.

So justified, Ould dealt with every variable carefully, for fear of accidentally falling into the trap of fate.

They are the gods of destiny. They claim to control destiny, but they are actually controlled by fate.

"I will activate Qiangwu and let Cen Jin go back to the past timeline, but you have to know that you are in the 'now' timeline, unless you listen to me, you will never see him."

"Your time will never be in sync unless I'm around."

Huang Mao, who was on the sidelines, didn't know that the past "Cen Jin" had turned into bones, why he could still see the subsequent development, but the perspective was different. He couldn't see how Uld revived Cen Jin, but he saw Ding Yiqing in his arms. The white bones reshape the flesh and skin, and return to the living Cen Jin an hour ago.

During this process, Cen Jin's figure gradually blurred until finally he couldn't see or touch him.

Ding Yiqing agreed to Uld's deal, and was taken back to the timeline of the past, but Cen Jin was not found, showing a sad expression on Cen Jin's face when he thought of it later: "What about him?"

Uld was silent.

"Where is he!?" Ding Yiqing burst out suddenly, the despair that had been suppressed all the time finally couldn't bear it after the failure of regaining the loss, tilted his head, and asked Uld in a soft voice: "Where is Cen Jin? You said you can see it?" Where is he... people?"

Uld's tone was a bit difficult: "He was taken away. Skold desperately took him away from the past timeline."

"Where are you taking it?"

"future."

The surviving Cen Jin was brought into the future timeline, so the fate paper said that he would be forever forgotten. People may remember the past, but they will never remember the future.

"Take me there." Ding Yiqing's voice was trembling.

"I can't. Only Skold can do it, and he's dead."

Skulder means the future in the ancient text, and his name, Uld, means the past.

"All living beings are in the 'now' timeline. They remember the people and things that happened a day ago, a month ago, and a year ago. They can never go back and embrace the people and things in the past. They can only find them in their memories.

I'm in a past timeline, so neither the gods nor my sisters can touch me.

Skold... the future is equal to this, we are inseparable, even if it is only a second apart, there is no way to hug and touch. "

"He... Cen Jin, maybe only a millisecond away from you, and you can't see him."

"He can come to me, right?" Ding Yiqing's eyes shone with hope.

"..." Uld told him: "He won't remember you, see you, don't recognize you, 'now' won't know the future, and the future won't have the past."

For 'future', 'now' is its 'past'.

"Without the past, how can there be a future?"