Chapter 72 The End of the Movie [Thanks to Yi Wei Qing Lu for
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."
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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