Chapter 1125 The End of the Movie [Thanks to the leader of Yi Wei Qing Lu (additional update)]

In the quiet black and white world, Boluogo covered his face with his hands. He was like a child, his body was trembling slightly, and weak sobs were faintly heard.

Hill looked at Bologg in surprise. He anticipated Bologg's many reactions, whether he would devote himself resolutely, or he would be cowardly like a coward and become the master of the world. But Hill did not expect that Bologg would react in many ways.

Logo would be like this - sad.

The same goes for other devils. They whispered as if they had seen something unbelievable, and their strange murmurs echoed endlessly, like a group of earthworms moving the soft soil.

The sobs only lasted for less than a minute. Boluogo put down his hands, his eyes still lowered. In the black and white world, his face was reflected into a shadow, with nothing in it, just a pure

of darkness.

Hill asked, "Are you crying? Borrowgo."

Boluogo nodded silently and did not deny it.

"Oh my God..." Hill exclaimed in surprise, "How crazy, do you actually have such a fragile side?"

No matter which angle you think about it, it is hard to believe that Boluogo would be a person crying in front of death.

All along, Boluogo has stood in people's hearts with absolute strength and confidence. He seems to have been born made of iron, as cold as steel, as tough and reliable as steel.

How can a man made of iron shed tears? Only when his head is cut off by a flaming sword will burning blood flow.

But such a being, under his violent and crazy side, actually hides this soft appearance, even the devils have never thought of it.

"Hill, no matter how much I alienate myself and regard myself as a savior or an evil spirit of punishment..."

Boluogo touched his chest, as if feeling the faint warmth and rising heartbeat.

"My essence is still a human being, a human being with flesh and blood. It's just that the position I am in and the responsibilities I shoulder mean that I can only hide it all in my heart and arm myself with steel."

After taking a deep breath and briefly losing control, Boluogo's mood stabilized, "I'm sorry, I lost my composure."

"It's nothing," Hill said in understanding, and then asked, "What are you sad about? Death?"

"Sad...sad about many things."

Boluogo murmured to himself, "Sad for the undetermined future, sad for the death of my own destiny, sad...sad that I can no longer see my friends, clink glasses with them, and laugh with them."

"This is really sad, isn't it?" Boluogo's voice trembled, "I finally got everything, all that good stuff, but it was so short-lived and fleeting."

"Do you long for this happiness to become eternal?"

Hill sincerely made the suggestion, "It's nothing, Boluogo, just refuse. This is what you deserve, and no one will blame you."

He laughed and said, "Anyway, you are indeed the savior. As a hero who saves the world, it's okay to be a little selfish."

Boluogo slowly raised his head and looked at Hill quietly, "Do you want me to refuse to sacrifice myself, take away all this, and become the leader of all evils?"

Hill still looked leisurely and contented as he said, "It's all up to you."

Bologger closed his eyes, and darkness and silence descended again. This time, even the whispers of the devils disappeared.

Hill seemed to have exhausted his patience and asked, "Are you still hesitating?"

"No, I'm just remembering."

"Remember what?"

"Those beautiful things."

Looking back on all the wonderful things, this time Boluogo opened his eyes calmly, his anxious heart became calmer, and a faint smile appeared on his tired face.

Boluogo felt a sense of relief that he had never experienced before, as if the knots that entangled his thoughts were being opened one by one.

"A moment is eternity."

Gently kissing the ring on his finger, Boluogo stood up. He looked firmly at Hill and spoke solemnly.

"Where should I sign? Jealousy."

Hill was startled for a moment, and then a twisted smile appeared on his face, and the evil sound was like the painful struggle of a tortured person, who howled incessantly.

Jealousy is Hill, and Hill is jealousy. They are two sides of one body like light and darkness, and they are like isomers torn apart by will.

In that conflict and fighting, he was Hill who fought for the fate of mankind. Now, he is bewitching Boluogo's jealousy.

Envy asked loudly, "Are you sure? Boluogo."

Boluogo was tired of this test of human nature, and the repeated questioning of jealousy seemed to him simply a humiliation of his own will.

He held up the table with both hands and leaned forward. Bologg roared like an angry man.

"Don't waste any more time, just take everything from me!"

Boluogo's angry expression seemed to have crossed the barrier of time and was frozen at this moment. At the same time, it seemed that an invisible camera was slowly moving backwards.

His figure shrunk sharply in the picture, while the surrounding scenes expanded crazily, until the entire picture seemed to tear apart reality to accommodate endless situations, reaching the edge of the limit and swallowing everything.

The savior's anger is so strong, and the devils each show their unique expressions, standing solemnly on both sides of the savior. The black and white tones reveal a strange and profound symmetrical beauty, which makes people shudder.

The boundaries between reality and fiction are ruthlessly broken, and the story's layers are twisted and reversed.

Suddenly, a line of dazzling text burst out of the air, penetrating through the layers of pictures and shockingly appearing in front of everything.

End.

Everything is silent.

The figure sitting in the audience looked blankly at the big screen in front of him and blinked.

In the final scene, the savior glared ahead. He seemed to be looking at Hill, or at that mysterious being, or... as if he was looking at the audience across the boundaries of the screen.

The audience was a little confused. The savior made his choice, but this movie did not depict the scene after his decision... Is the world headed for destruction or rebirth?

It's like deliberately inducing people's imagination, leaving endless suspense for the audience.

The audience was thinking, this is a good movie, but the movie is over. Even if this movie can bring more thoughts, it is time for him to leave.

But just when the audience was about to stand up and leave, suddenly, applause sounded.

The audience turned around and saw that in the auditorium behind him, the devils who were supposed to appear in the play were sitting one by one. As the movie ended, the devils applauded one after another.

, as if appreciating that this is a good movie, and also as if celebrating the end of everything.

"Bologo, what do you think of this movie?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in their ears, and the audience looked at their seatmate, only to see Hill, who was also supposed to appear in the movie, actually sitting next to them.

The audience was in a trance, as if awakening from a dream, he recalled his name, and then sat back in the audience.

Boluogo looked at the screen, and then at Hill beside him. He couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion, and couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"

"A movie is just a movie," Hill smiled, "Didn't I tell you before? I was making a movie, and now it's finally over."

"Then...then what does the decision I just made mean?"

"I guess you win."

"I won?"

Boluogo stared at Hill in confusion. All these changes were too fast and too strange, like a stream of consciousness plot, making people confused.

"Have you forgotten? We still have a bet," Hill clapped vigorously, "Congratulations, Boluogo, you won, and we won the bet."

After hearing about the bet, in an instant, those memories that should have been forgotten and buried by Boluogo emerged from his mind like a tide.

Boluogo recalled everything, the day when the Holy City fell, the day when mortals and devils had a game.

It's not clear whether it was too long ago or whether it was too deeply forgotten. When Boluogo recalled all this, he always felt that he was looking at another person's life, full of unreality and emptiness.

Boluogo sighed softly, "So... is that so?"

Like a hallucination, burning memories appeared in front of Boluogo's eyes. He was covered in fire and fell in a trench filled with corpses. He was dying. He longed for immortality, longed for survival, and longed for himself to escape from this terrible fate.

survived.

Someone heard his wish.

On the scorched earth, on the raised hillside, Hill and Envy stood talking in the blazing foene wind.

Jealousy said, "Look, humans and devils are full of differences and hatred towards each other. They will only lead to complete destruction in original sin."

"I believe that mankind can be freed from the shackles of original sin," Hill objected. "Your failure does not mean the failure of mankind."

Jealousy smiled, "Want to take a bet? Hill."

"What to bet on?"

Jealousy pondered for a moment, and his eyes swept across the burning battlefield. Vaguely, he heard someone's call, and then he saw himself.

"How about using him as a bet?" said Jealousy, "let him decide the outcome of everything."

Breaking away from the memories, Boluogo's confused eyes became much clearer. Now he looked at the end of the play on the big screen, and he had a clear understanding of all this.

"In other words, that was not my ending just now, but the ending of your bet?" Boluogo said calmly, "If I refuse to sacrifice myself, Envy will win the bet with you, and his power will

Swallow everything, including me, and transform into the absolute and only existence."

"Yes, in that case, we will lose, everyone will die, and jealousy will become the first of all evils, and the world will be completely destroyed."

Hill said with lingering fear, "Fortunately, you won, Boluo Ge. You chose to sacrifice yourself, so jealousy failed."
To be continued...