Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 1707: Dialogue
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The man moved, stood up, patted some of the sand on the cloak, bent over and got out of the bedroom, strode out of the house, and stood in front of the seven or eight thugs. The mobs rode dune buggies that can drive in the desert. The models are obviously old models, which are huge and bloated. The car shell is oily, and it has also been modified, with tapered steel spurs installed on both sides of the car, or a baffle with thin cloth spurs on the front of the car.
They still have guns in their hands. They are all old-age rifles. Although they are not comparable to magic weapons, it is quite easy to make holes in unarmed men. What's more, one is carrying a rocket launcher, although they only have one shell, but it is enough for shock.
In the face of such firepower, as long as you are slightly sane, you know what to do.
So the man asked: "How much tax do I have to pay?"
The green ghost headed by is a middle-aged man in his forties. Maybe he was once a strong man, but now his belly has bulged out and his muscles don’t have the same lines as before, plus the messy hair. He may not be much better than the tramp. He had a cyan sweat scarf tied to his forehead, and he was talking about a cigar he didn't know where he had picked it from. He hadn't been willing to smoke, but he just slapped the cigar in his mouth but finally lit it. He was wearing an old wallet with no underwear inside, and an iron necklace hung in front of his fluffy chest. The leader pedaling on the sand truck was holding a rifle, pointed at the man with a muzzle and smiled: "It depends on how much you think your life is worth."
A thin man, wearing a patched cloak, walked up with a dagger in his hand, and when he smiled, he revealed a row of yellow teeth, one of which was missing a front tooth. He stretched out his hand to search the man’s body. The dagger rested on the opponent's neck.
"You better not touch me." The man whispered.
The thin man chuckled: "You are not a girl, so what are you afraid of. Don't worry, our brother is not interested in men's ass.
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Then put his hand into the man's cloak, and the moment he touched the man's body, the thin man's hand felt a cold first, followed by bone pain! He screamed and withdrew his hand, a ball of fire, a dark yellow flame, burning in his hand at some point. But the flames should have been hot, but the thin man only felt utterly cold. His hands were quickly destroyed in the flames, and the flames greedily spread all over his body. The thin man screamed and walked back in the fire. As a result, he fell into a mass of ashes within two steps. Strangely, his cloak, shoes and other foreign objects were not damaged at all!
The leader of the green ghost widened his eyes, the cigar in his mouth fell on the sand, and then he roared: "Shoot, kill this bastard!"
Without waiting for him to finish, suddenly he felt the gun in his hand burned to death. At some point, a ball of flame had enveloped his gun and then extended to his body. The leader yelled, but soon he couldn't scream because of billowing flames from his mouth and eyes.
In a few seconds, all seven or eight thugs turned black and gray, but the clothes showed no signs of burning. As if he had done a trivial thing, the man turned to walk into the house. However, the moment he turned around, the surrounding space changed dramatically. The desert and the town are gone, here is a barren battlefield. Gray corpses can also be seen on the battlefield, battleships burning and falling in the distance, and the roar of some kind of giant beast can be heard in the void.
Just above this battlefield, a sea of flames lay across. A throne floats under the sea of fire, and a man sits on it. He is extremely majestic, like a king who controls the life and death of all things, looking at the man condescendingly and saying: "When will you escape?"
The man said lightly: "I call it confrontation."
"Confrontation?" The king on the throne said solemnly: "I don't know what this means, just like you sighing at a dead thing. I really can't understand the behavior of creatures like you, even if you sigh again. , The dead cannot be reborn."
"You are right, our people are called the gods of destruction and creation, but we can create all things, but we can’t create life. So I can only look at some things in the past to miss a certain piece that has passed away. Face."
"Of course you won't understand. After all, you are not a creature, you are just a program created by the Creator."
The voice of the man on the throne did not fluctuate in the slightest: "Since you understand this, you should know that your confrontation is meaningless. Even if you delay the time of dusk by suppressing my will, the dusk will eventually Coming."
"Just as there is no eternal thing in the universe, everything will always die, life is a process from birth to death. We come to dusk, but to complete this process ahead of schedule, then what is the meaning of your confrontation? Where?"
Lightly lifted off the cap of the cloak, revealing a determined face, and the man said: "Even so, no one is qualified to complete this process in advance. After all, the Creator is just to plunder the energy of this universe. , Why is it so high-sounding."
"What about you, and your so-called plan." The man on the throne said: "Do you think you can hide it from me? I didn't stop it, just because you are doing it for nothing. Let’s not discuss it. Can this plan succeed, even if it succeeds, what can it do if it obliterates me?"
"Once I disappear, the Creator will know immediately. At that time, it will enter the universe personally. Then it will not be the end of an era, but the destruction of the entire universe!"
The man on the ground laughed: "If the Creator can directly enter this universe, he doesn't need to create you and us, or create a large cosmic farm like Eboyins. It cannot directly enter this universe. , Or to be able to enter, but it has to pay a high price that it is unwilling to pay."
The man on the throne was silent.
"Well, today you have enough words to disappear. When I can still suppress you, I have the final say, you know?" The man on the ground waved his hand.
Like the corner of the opening cloth, the battlefield, the sea of fire, and the throne disappeared one by one. The world is still that world, and the town is still that small town. Only the voice of the man on the throne echoed gently in the air: "How long have you suppressed me? It doesn't matter. I can wait. Time is also meaningless to me."
"But I have, bastard. At least, I can give him a little delay."
This time, no voice answered him again.
He looked at the small house in front of him and said softly: "You said before, if you love you, I will plant a tree for you. I promised, I said I will plant a forest for you, because of my love for you. How can it be expressed by a mere tree."
"It's a pity that I didn't have time to fulfill this promise, and I was forced to fall asleep. Lanni, now I am giving you a forest. Would you blame me for being too late?"
"It's too late, it's been 20 years late."