He smiled helplessly.
He had thought that he and others would be in a desperate situation so he made a backup plan, but he didn't expect it to be so desperate.
What I originally designed was not for this situation, but... it is indeed suitable.
Look at Yim.
"You know, the one tied to the cross is actually God, but I don't believe in Him."
Then he turned and looked towards the sea.
His eyes swept over everyone, including relatives, students, and disciples.
There are millions and millions of ordinary people.
"Actually, I... am not hopeful."
Noah had wanted to say this a long time ago.
He can carry hope, but he cannot be hope.
The warriors on the blue sea are even more desperate, the light of revolution has abandoned them.
As if he couldn't see the changes in these people, the man continued talking about his own family matters.
"It's just a soul from another world that came to this world with a seed."
"I don't like this fucked up world. There is no freedom, no equality, no dignity, no Coke, no memes, and no One Piece."
"My name is Noah, really..."
"I have no regrets about the sea, and I am very satisfied with this journey."
Yim became very impatient listening to Noah babble on and on about things he couldn't understand.
This is not what He wants to hear. It should be fear, regret, and giving up.
Why do they act like they have no regrets? Humans really are a race that should not exist.
"That's enough. Admit defeat, human."
It is not shameful to admit the inferiority of human beings on behalf of these ants."
But Noah, who was in the middle of talking about sex, didn't seem to have any intention of shutting up.
The cross seemed like his throne, and the pain of having his strength taken away was like a breeze blowing on his face.
As the light chattered, the captured strong men became inexplicably speechless and relaxed.
Even those fears were dispelled a lot.
In the end, Yim had no choice but to remove the projection of the cross.
Before the projection disappeared, Noah looked at a young man below.
“There is a new light in this world, and I leave everything to you.
Then... come and save me! Light!"
At the last moment of disappearance.
"Remember, it's everything!"
Yim waved his hand impatiently, and the one-winged angels in the sky were ready to move. This world was beyond salvation.
The god looked at the sea beneath his feet indifferently. The three most likely variables had been captured.
The game of God ends here.
"kill."
At this time, a young man raised his head.
"everything……"
The red power blooms again above the sea.
Lights! Reappear!
Chapter 920: The Light of Inheritance
The cross disappears.
When hope is lost, when God decides to end the game.
When human survival enters the countdown.
When the angel representing death is about to fall to the earth.
How many people dare to look directly into the darkness? Who is willing to face death?
Who else is willing to light a lamp for this world?
boom!
The dominant red color blooms again on the blue sea.
Someone gave the answer.
I dare!
The courage to face the gods and one's own awareness make the strength of the domineering color even higher this time.
The red domineering area instantly covered an area of several miles.
The enthusiasm, the reckless passion and the faith are all burning in it.
It is so dazzling above the sea shrouded in fear.
Youthful spirit? No! It is the consciousness of a resolute revolutionary fighter.
But this is far from enough, and is far from being a match for the gods and angels in the sky.
This is just ordinary domineering, like a small spark that only flashes a small perspective.
Im in the sky didn't even look at him.
The Alliance soldiers were first surprised, then disappointed.
This is not a lamp, it is just a match. Such a light cannot illuminate everyone's heart.
Rossinanti, standing there, also felt a little lost.
Wasn't that sentence directed to me?
but……
"Everything...is left to us."
Rosinante, who had already pushed his domineering aura to the limit, felt exhausted.
He could feel his own shortcomings and understood that such performance was not enough.
The heavy pressure on my mind has a tight control over my thoughts.
huh~~
Put aside all distractions and try again!
Follow your feeling, Teacher Noah must have left something behind.
Rosinante's mind once again sank into his own domineering color.
Consciousness follows the domineering aura and wanders throughout the entire red world.
The gap between here and Teacher Noah's is too big, desolate, and that's the difference in appearance.
It’s not about strength or size, but the most core thing is missing.
There are no comrades here, no millions of ordinary people, and no anger of the people.
This is an incomplete red domineering.
As we walked, we reached the edge.
Feeling extremely depressed, he suddenly raised his head and looked towards a place where he felt an aura that was very familiar.
"This!... So that's where everything is!"
There is endless darkness ahead, but in the distance there is a red star emitting light and heat.
"Teacher Noah! I see!"
He stepped out of his world and into the darkness.
Ignoring the warning from the soul, ignoring the fear of death.
In the world of thought, distance is a very vague concept. He doesn’t know how long it will take, but he knows that as long as he keeps walking, he will reach his destination.
This is the path of Rossinandi.
As soon as I walked out, I felt a sharp pain from the bottom of my soul, as if I was being cut into pieces by a thousand knives and there was no escape from it.
The pain cannot be blocked, not even numbed.
so what.
He continued walking forward fearlessly, and the domineering color behind him followed him into the distance, like a long passage.
Fragments of the past along the way flashed through my mind.
Born in the holy land of Marijoa, he is a celestial dragon from the Don Quixote family, one of the so-called 20 royal families.
He was born superior to all humans on the sea.
Then my father took me away from the holy land and returned to ordinary life.
Then humanity’s malice enveloped them, and the entire family suffered brutal persecution.
The yearning for the outside world turned into fear and... hatred.
In the raging fire, his brother chose to go to the extreme of evil, wanting to turn the sea into complete chaos and watch people's lives being harvested at will.
And I went to the navy.
He was adopted by his adoptive father Sengoku and then returned to the Don Quixote family as an undercover agent to practice navy justice.
When it comes to the feelings of ordinary people, how can I not care when I have been hurt?
Until someone told him what the right path was, a new world slowly unfolded.
Then on Magnetic Drum Island he finally put down some things and took on some things.
When Rossinante came to his senses, he had already walked in front of the star.
Lofty beliefs, unyielding will, anger against injustice, and passionate singing.
Everything is placed here, the source of the light.
"I found it!"
And then...what should I do?
The heat wave is burning the consciousness, and the fading of will means that the end is approaching.
Invoke the power of the stars? Carry it away? Jump in and die?
This is the teacher's will. The moment I enter, I am instantly assimilated into a shadow.
hateful!
Just when I was at a loss.
crunch~
The sound of a door opening appeared in the world of consciousness.
Wrong...illusion? Of course not!
The power of rage and will roared in, and Rosinante, who was caught in it, experienced an unforgettable baptism.
The scorching power burned every inch of flesh and bone in his body, and his will, thoughts, and soul began to burn in the flames.
what! ! ! !
