This portal connects a large number of different low-dimensional universes. The Star Messenger is just a monster, but he relies on his superior one-dimensional power to launch attacks below.

The portal is like a huge wound, cutting through the edge of time and space, connecting the weak and incompetent low-dimensional universe gate with the messengers of the stars.

This wound, Falosa tentatively calls it, the wound of the world, has existed for a long time. According to the Yus people, it has been at least 5 billion years. Other intelligent civilizations in the low-dimensional universe must have fought against it and paid a heavy price.

But the Messenger of the Stars is invincible, and its invasion must have started through this wound. It will enter the world through here, bring down catastrophes, and plunge the world into chaos and fear.

Close it.

Falosa stretched out her hand and guided the energy beams of the gap-making device. They were released in the negative direction and used to create the exact opposite force - not to create a gap, but to close the gap.

Farosha moves with difficulty in high-dimensional space, like a paper framer. She must seal the portal to isolate the Star Messenger from the low-dimensional universe. It can kill countless low-dimensional creatures, just like a rubber-wielding

People who erase can erase all the lines in the two-dimensional world and enjoy themselves.

She harnesses all her magic.

Falosa knew that the wound in the world before her eyes would not be easily closed—the consciousness behind it would definitely try its best to stop it.

What have you done?

Farosha heard the roar of the ancient beast. Regardless, Farosha continued to guide the power of the gap-making device. In the process, the ascension machine was ignited, releasing endless energy to power the gap-making device.

She made the wounds of the world smaller, and every movement caused the space to vibrate violently, and an angry hissing sounded from the void, as if something was struggling crazily.

What have you done?!

Blood-red light surged out from inside, almost swallowing Farosha - she felt her life force was draining rapidly, and her body collapsed due to the tremendous pressure.

pain!

dying--

Being scratched by the eraser, Falosa thought absurdly that she was just dust shaking on the page. It couldn't see itself, but it could erase itself.

The neon cloak protected her life, but her divine power was diminished. She did not stop, the Messenger of the Stars had arrived, and she knew that stopping would mean failure and the end, and it would follow Falosa's path.

Come.

There's a little left.

Falosa herself jumped into the Wound of the World, slipped her body through it, and crawled back to the other side of the cosmic structure.

Looking back at the portal that was almost closed by herself, Falosa realized that both her magic and divine power were exhausted, and her body was also failing.

But the rift has not yet been completely closed, and the resentment of the Star Messengers is still expanding further, like a huge black hole, ready to swallow everything.

The power of the gap-making device has reached its limit, the machine for ascending to the gods has been damaged, his own power has been exhausted, the oil has dried up, and there is still an unsealed crack left in the portal.

I have to find something to plug the last crack in the door.

Falosa looked at the god-killing weapon in her hand.

It made a clanging sound.

"Eat up." Farosha slit her own throat and held the god-killing weapon tightly. It greedily fed on the death energy from Farosha's body and became more powerful.

Blood dripping.

"Once again - make the gods mourn!" Falosa used her last bit of strength to stab the god-killing weapon with full power!

Use this artifact to block the last gap in the portal!

The god-killing weapon penetrated the portal and left the most powerful seal on the entrance——

The next moment, a destructive force surged out from the door, but was quickly suppressed by the god-killing weapon. It penetrated the door like a poisonous thorn, serving as the final seal!

seal!

The Star Messengers are isolated!

Farosha felt that all the bones in her body were being shattered, and the blood of God was completely boiling. She could not stand, and her face was as pale as paper.

The crack began to shrink violently, making a deafening sound, like a sharp blade cutting metal, and the god-killing weapon was stuck in the middle, roaring endlessly.

You will be cut, if you dare to touch. Falosa thought evilly, one end of the God-killing weapon was facing the world of "empty", and its edge released endless evil energy. The Messenger of the Stars missed the opportunity,

You can only stand with your back to the sharp blade.

You can only look, but not enter.

The entrance has been closed, just like the Jedi Sky Pass.

From then on, low-dimensional people cannot enter high-dimensional space, and high-dimensional people cannot interfere with the low-dimensional world. This sword makes a covenant.

Falosa defeated the Star Messenger, but her body did not return to Bubble's palace, but withered due to serious injuries.

The Star Messenger's attack did hit her, and it wiped out her body with just one blow.

She is dead.

Falosa's consciousness drifted, surrounded by boundless darkness, with occasional stars twinkling, and she was in the void, floating in the vast universe.

When death comes, the power in the body has long been exhausted, and the body has been destroyed by the projection attacks of the star messengers. I am afraid that this time I will not be able to escape the shadow of death.

She is accustomed to fighting, but she is also tired of it - if death can bring a moment of rest, then she is not afraid of it.

She intended to die, but death could not touch her.

Because Falosa always has deep love and longing in her heart, this power maintains her spirit in the world.

Just then, she saw a familiar face.

That face was so huge that it could only be measured by the scale of the universe. Farosha saw the shadow of everyone on her beautiful face. She was like Pan Ruiyi, Yoshioka Mizuro, 101, 102, Qianmeng... She was like Fa Luosha.

Rosa herself.

Falosa: I finally see you. As expected, the witch of death will return to you.

Galaxy Witch: You did it.

Falosha: I don't know, am I doing a good job?

Galaxy Witch: This is the result we long for most. You deserve to rest in peace. Come, come to me, here, you can see the witches in the entire universe, their life and death, their journey, their growth,

Their repeated pursuit and consideration of self-meaning, as well as their dreams.

Farossa: No, let me go back.

Galaxy Witch: Go back?

Farossa: Yes.

Galaxy Witch: Because someone is waiting for you?

Falosa: Yes, because someone is waiting for me.

Galaxy Witch: Then go back.

Falosa: But my body is gone. I was killed by the messengers of the stars. This is the price I paid for closing the wound of the world.

Galaxy Witch: Don’t you know the Law of Reply?

Falosa: I am already dead, how can I use the Law of Recovery on myself?

Galaxy Witch: Let me help you, you still have traces in this world, I won't miss it.

The afterimage of the Galaxy Witch used the law of recovery on Falosa, and the entire universe seemed to be soaked in blood, returning to its nascent state, waiting for the birth of new life.

After a moment, everything returned to normal.

If there are still people worth missing, then go back.

…

…

Falosa woke up and found Xu Yang holding her.

"I thought you disappeared." Xu Yang said.

I originally made up my mind to go somewhere far away, but when I thought of you waiting for me, I came back.

Farosha wanted to say this because Xu Yang also said the same thing twenty years ago.

Oh my god, why are you talking so much?

Falosa hugged Xu Yang tightly.
Chapter completed!