He rubbed his head vigorously and said with a bad smile, "That's great, I can't hear his voice anymore."

Boluogo fell silent and sat in the audience, looking sometimes at the darkness around him and sometimes at the frozen black and white picture on the screen.

"Am I really still a coward?" Boluogo suddenly laughed at himself, "I am afraid of death, so I seek immortality."

Hill asked, "Why, do you feel like your self-confidence has collapsed?"

Boluogo shook his head. He had long been relieved about this, "No, I may have been cowardly in the past, but I am completely different now, right?"

Boluogo has defeated his past self and gained a new life.

"So, Hill, is this all your conspiracy?" Boluogo suddenly asked again, "As a soulless person, I have the memory coordinates of a different world... I obviously escaped the vortex of disputes, but I

On the day when the Holy City fell, I returned there again."

Just like a well-arranged script and a predetermined destiny, everyone is heading towards the destined track and cannot escape.

"No."

Hill shook his head and objected, "You didn't appear on that battlefield under my conspiracy. It was just an accident. Even without you, some other Lazarus would have appeared there, and then

Take this responsibility.”

"So I'm not the chosen savior."

"Of course, if there isn't even a so-called god, how can one be chosen by heaven?" Hill affirmed, "You got here by your own will, there is no doubt about it."

Hill's answer was like some great comfort, and Boluogo suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

"Is this the end of the bet just now?"

"It's also our ending," Hill said. "After all, after all, we're all dead and no one is going to make movies, so that's the end of it, right."

"Yes, the sacrifice will continue, and our end is close at hand."

Boluogo repeated in a low voice, and then he felt that something was collapsing little by little.

The darkness of the cinema began to break, and cracks of radiant light spread out. Bright light poured in from the outside world, making it so bright that people could not see the pictures on the screen clearly and could not open their eyes.

Boluogo knew that everything was coming to an end. With his dedication, Jealousy lost the bet. He could not become the leader of all evils, while Hill, like himself, chose to dedicate everything.

The broken power of God was quickly reorganized, no longer distinguishing between the so-called original sin and virtue. It was reset back to its original state of chaos and transformed into pure power.

Amid the successive collapses, more and more light poured into the room, the black and white tones disappeared, and everyone regained their sense of color.

In this whirlpool of destruction, Boluogo looked surprisingly peaceful, lowered his head, rubbed the ring in his hand, and chatted with Hill wordlessly.

"After the dedication is over, the power of God will be reset to the initial chaotic state. I will serve as the perfect container to carry its power. At the same time, as the container carrier, I will wait for the next visitor, who

It will determine the good and evil of God's power, and it will also determine the direction of mankind."

Boluogo looked forward to what would happen after the ending, with a slightly melancholy expression on his face, "This sounds like a bet."

"Yeah, but it's also fun, isn't it?"

Hill raised his head and looked at the crack above his head, where the light fell in.

"All the efforts I have made are not so much about liberating mankind, but rather about eliminating all outside interference and allowing mankind to make its own decisions again.

It is up to humanity to decide whose victory will be this."

Boluogo nodded lightly, and the collapsing light became more and more. The devils still sat behind them without saying a word. Perhaps they themselves were also looking forward to the end of the curse. Vaguely, Boluogo felt that the devils

Laughing and singing.

Looking at the screen that was on the verge of breaking, the text at the end of the play became blurred... This is the story of Boluogo's life, and it is completely summarized at this point.

"Oh, by the way, there is another question, Hill."

Boluogo looked at him curiously, "There is something I never understand."

"What?"

Hill stood up as he spoke, with a dark robe covering his body. He looked at Bologg with a smile. At this moment, he transformed into the last person on the throne in the movie, a profound existence.

grim Reaper.

"Why does Jealousy want to bet with you?"

Boluogo didn't understand that when the Holy City fell, Hill was at the end of his rope and on the verge of destruction, but Jealousy chose to make a bet with him and gave him the devil's power.

"It's very simple. He is jealous of me and humans."

Hill looks arrogant and narcissistic. "He is jealous of human character, jealous of human beings' noble personality, and jealous of human beings' golden souls."

"He was going crazy with jealousy, but no matter how much he plundered and devoured, he could not transform his ugly soul into a golden light.

So jealousy chose to destroy it, and he made a bet with me to prove to me the inferiority and pathetic nature of human beings, and to prove that we are just a bunch of pathetic ghosts chasing desires."

Hill looked forward. The cinema completely collapsed into nothingness. The pale golden morning light shone down, making everything look so warm.

"Fortunately, you won, Bologo, and you proved your nobility to him."

Hill whispered, "Next, it's time for your successors to prove to you that all these sacrifices are not meaningless."

After speaking, Hill strode forward, and the devils also stood up and followed closely behind him.

Boluogo stood there and watched them leave.

Death, the harsh master, led the way at the front, while the eighth man followed at the back to prevent anyone from falling behind. They held hands and danced solemnly towards the dark country in the dim morning light.

"Goodbye, Hill, bye, everyone."

Boluogo bid farewell to them, and all the light returned to nothingness.

The dark storm rolling in the etheric realm suddenly dissipated, and all the visions returned to absolute tranquility.

In the black mist of collapse, Bologg's figure appeared. The previous round table, cinema, and devils all disappeared. In the vast and quiet world, there was only Bologg alone, and... a crown made of light.

The broken power was recast into this light-forged crown, which floated quietly in front of Bologo, waiting for its successors to decide its fate.

Boluogo slowly stretched out his hands and gently held him, his voice pious.

"May your power bridge all differences."

The heavy darkness finally caught up with Boluogo's consciousness. His body fell heavily to one side, and the crown in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Boluogo tried to open his eyes and move his body. What else did he want to do, what to remember. He hoped that in the last moment of his consciousness, he could be with his friends, even in his memories.

But that harsh master, Death, who is always so punctual, has caught up with Bologna.

The strong sense of sleepiness made it difficult for Boluogo to open his eyes. The heavy fatigue locked his body like a winding rhizome. Gradually, Boluogo's breathing became weaker. In the end, the cold wind and snow

Cover his body.

Boluogo stepped into the quiet night calmly and calmly.

In the haze, only the crown made of light shines.

A cruel cycle has ended, and it is waiting for the arrival of its successor to open another cruel or hopeful future.

This time it didn't wait too long. After the wind and snow, a set of footsteps slowly approached.

Palmer bundled up in thin clothes, like a traveler who was about to freeze to death in the cold wind, walking alone in this boundless world.

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