At some point, the surrounding scenery turned into an old, not very spacious grocery store.
The six rows of shelves are neither new nor old, and are scattered with low-quality daily necessities. The fan above the head spins feebly, making a creaking noise.
Heather sat on the old wooden chair in front of the counter and looked at the figure behind the counter.
Father Jack, the fat old man who saved Heather's life and died because of Heather, was standing behind the counter with a smile, pointing his stubby finger like a radish at Heather:
"Why are you acting like this? Master Hai has gone on a long trip and he doesn't know Father Jack or me anymore?"
"It's a long trip... yes, it's indeed a long trip."
Heather sighed slowly, who would have thought? After she confidently stepped out of the door with her meager travel expenses, she would never see old Jack again.
Father Jack took out a box of expensive cigarettes from under the counter that he was reluctant to open, put one in the corner of his mouth, and lit the lighter with a click.
The flashing red light at the end of the cigarette flickered on and off, and the smoke filled the air. Old Jack's figure became blurry, and only his voice could be heard:
"Dejected, this is not like you. I don't regret picking you up on the roadside. Besides, didn't you also help me get revenge?"
"Feel sorry."
Heather was silent for a while and then said.
"Are you really Heather? Don't pretend to be someone else, right? I'm very satisfied to have a v5 buried with me. Hello, Heather."
Old Jack's figure gradually mixed with the lingering smoke and dissolved in the air, leaving only his laughter:
"Now that you have embarked on a journey, don't give up halfway, just go to the end!"
Heather was the only one left in the grocery store. Looking at the dimming light above her head, Heather showed a faint smile of relief:
"... Long-winded."
The surrounding scene collapsed inch by inch when the lights were completely dimmed, and transformed into a new scene again, a meadow dotted with flowers surrounded by jungle.
"What? Can the gods actually see inner illusions through me?"
A young man with silky blond hair hanging down to his waist and a face that resembled a combination of the little prince and Sephiroth sat cross-legged on the stone platform in the middle of the grass, looking at Heather with interest:
"Ah, please don't worry. The words you saw and said all happened in your heart. I can't see or hear you. I'm just a mirror. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is -
"After living for three hundred and fifty-two years, you seem to have perfected your skills in escape and defense."
Biwo Mulan Samsara tilted his head: "Oh, I'm afraid of pain! I hate fighting and fighting with others. When I meet a vicious person, I just turn around and run away. If the other person can't catch up, I will naturally give up. I am indeed a god."
, you actually know the name of a vulgar countryman like me. I have also tried my best to erect a 'mirror' for the inner dialogue between the gods and you. Are you satisfied?"
As he spoke, he cupped his hands towards Heather with a flattering look on his face.
"I haven't had a dream for a long time... It really gave me a good dream."
Heather waved her hand: "Forget it, I won't pursue the matter of concealing [Cheng Dao] and secretly operating the puppet [Wei Dao]."
"Your magnanimity makes me burst into tears of gratitude." In front of Heather, Bilom Samsara no longer called himself an 'immortal', and kept his attitude very low.
Because he could clearly feel that the movements of the [Susano'o] in front of him contained terrifying destructive power that could destroy this country. Even if he could escape, he would not be able to escape from this country in an instant. No matter how well he could defend himself,
It was also impossible to withstand the flash floods, tsunamis, and world-destroying thunder. In addition, he had indeed hidden his body and used the [Micro Knife] to interfere with the swordsmanship duel in front of the gods. It was always right to lower his posture.
"I hate fake scenes, go back."
I saw Heather raised his fingers, and four golden runes of the Gubalot Empire shone on the back of his hand for a moment. The illusion of the surrounding jungle and grassland suddenly collapsed. Heather returned to the throne of God, and Bimumu
The image of reincarnation stood on the altar next to him, but no one else seemed to be able to see him.
Biwomu Reincarnation suddenly felt a shiver in his heart, and then he realized that the 'Illusion Quan' that he was so proud of was just a trick that could be easily dispelled in the eyes of this god. The reason why the other party was willing to play with him was because
I'm afraid I also want to use my own 'mirror' to have a conversation with myself.
God is really unpredictable.
At this time, on the martial arts stage, the battle between Tsuruga Camouflage and Udaemon Zaemon was coming to an end.
Even if the [Flame Sword and Gun] in the form of two spears fires bullets continuously, it is unable to break through the defensive formation set up by a thousand swords and guns.
Thousands of swords and swords continued to shoot out of the air from all directions, using the sword to block or directly smash the bullets. Metal fragments continued to scatter in the sky, making dense clashes.
The bullets will eventually run out, but the weapons of Tsuruga camouflage are endless.
The failure of Udaemon Zaemon was already doomed.
Click! The repeating revolver in Iemon Zaemon's left hand made a blank sound, and the bullets were finally used up. Immediately afterwards, the automatic repeating pistol in his right hand stopped firing bullets.
Now, Youemon Zaemon can only rely on the sharp blades at the front of his twin guns for close combat.
Under the hard-shell mask with [Unbearable] written on it, there was a helpless smile: "...Is this the so-called [running out of ammunition and food]? Oh, in the face of divine weapons and divine chosen ones, there is still something to be gained.
It’s not enough.”
He stood up straight, turned to look at Negative Ji in the distance, and said softly in a voice that no one could hear:
"Princess, please allow me to die for you."
Even though there was absolutely no way to convey words across the distance, Negi Ji's hand shaking the flower fan still froze slightly.
After expressing his obsession, Youemonzaemon turned to look at Tsuruga Camouflage: "Camouflage God's Choice, it's time for the final blow."
Tsuruga's camouflage face nodded slightly with a serious face: "Come on then, at least I can give you the last blow."
"Greatful."
Youemon Zaemon lowered his body, then rushed towards the Tsuruga camouflage, holding the flame sword with both hands in an X-cross posture, and then waved it hard——
"[Sin-Judging Flame Sword]!"
What responded to him was a bright sword light. He was armed with a man and a gun, and he was shattered with one blow.
Blood, wrapped in scraps of steel, splashed in the sky.
With a pop, Youemon Zaemon fell heavily to the ground, and there was no more sound. The hard-shell mask with "Unbearable" written on it split into several cracks, and finally turned into pieces of different sizes and fell into the blood.
middle.
Denying Ji's hand trembled, as if she wanted to fan the flower fan as if nothing had happened, but after several attempts, she could only let the flower fan fall to the ground weakly, making a sad sound, just like her voice talking to herself:
"In the end, he is a heart-wrenching guy. Do you think that saying this will move me? What a... idiot."
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On the field, the referee in black suddenly waved his small flag to declare the victory or defeat.
Swordsmanship duel in front of God, winner or loser. The winner——