People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 1120: Cresson: Oh no, I am the final boss! Hooded Man: Laugh!

Death is not scary, at least it can go down in history.

But Ektilnil was really afraid that he would be saved from death by the young lady in front of him. Although his name would also go down in history, he couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation on his scalp when he thought of the expressions of future generations when they talked about the death of "Warrior Ektilnil".

"You two... please be careful. I look forward to your triumphant return."

Ektilnil wanted to give them a few more words of advice, but when he thought about the methods displayed by these two, he really had nothing to say.

The young lady in front of me boiled an ice lake with a wave of her hand, which showed her strength that was superior to this land, not to mention...

Ectilnil glanced fearfully at the dark figure looming in the mist across the lake.

Command Source Stone.

Ectilnil had never heard of this strange ability before.

"Don't think too much. The Doctor is just like Qi Yan. He can always do the impossible."

Surtr turned around and picked up his greatsword: "He will definitely be able to solve this disaster. What we have to do is to trust him and fully cooperate with his command."

"Qi Yan...who is this?"

This warrior, who dedicated his entire life to protecting his people, apparently had no interest in gossiping.

"I have a feeling you'll find out soon enough."

Surtel waved goodbye to Ectilnir and walked around the big hot pot in front of him to follow the doctor's footsteps.

Ectilnil stared at the spot for a moment, then turned around resignedly and staggered towards the south.

……

……

The white-haired beauty walks in the boundless sea of ​​flowers.

She deliberately blocked the wound on her fingertips, letting drops of blood fall onto the petals of the rootless flower at her feet.

The pink and purple sea of ​​flowers continues to transform and become red life.

Disorder, transformed into chaotic order.

Ishamara could feel a glimpse of the Far North coming upon her.

Likewise, she could sense that the blood relatives she had left behind had been taken away, and further south, new changes had occurred in one of her fellow tribesmen.

"My fellow man, you are just exercising your power. Unfortunately, power is not the answer."

Ishamara continued on her way, facing that glimpse of the Far North.

If she wanted, distance would not be an obstacle for her. She could easily call her compatriots in the ocean to the shore, assimilate all along the way, and come to the Far North to greet her.

But she didn't do that.

"What is the answer..."

Ishamara paused in her tracks.

She seemed to sense something and looked back at the road she came from.

There was a familiar aura that she subconsciously wanted to get close to, approaching from behind.

Ishamara's unfocused red pupils showed a ripple. She tilted her head and looked behind her, constantly wondering where this feeling came from.

"Skadi?" For the first time, her brows knitted slightly on her dull face. "Yes, but not entirely. The source of this feeling seems to be older than Skadi's emotions..."

Her thoughts were interrupted unexpectedly.

A disorderly wind blew from the far north.

A strange feeling and a black mist spread to Ishamara's ankles.

The meaning of space is lost at this moment.

Ishamara stands on the ground, in the sky, in the wind, in the water...

The meaning of time is lost at this moment.

Ishamara moves from the future to the past, the past crushes the present, and the present cuts off the future...

The meaning of the answer is lost at this moment.

Ishamara is no longer Ishamara, the answer never existed in the first place...

Light is distorted, colors become nothingness, and existence becomes a lie.

Ishamara "saw" a huge mass of something that shouldn't have existed falling beside her. The other party's distorted nature made Ishamara at a loss for words to describe it.

If I have to say it...

"Colorful black?"

Ishamara looked at the twisted ball curiously. In the center of the ball was a dazzling black hole.

She tried to use Haisi's ability to deconstruct this instinct that was as chaotic as thinking.

In this process, the other party's existence also contaminated Ishamara's will.

There is a battle going on between existence and non-existence that cannot be described in words.

The Doctor stood on the top of the mountain where Originium continued to grow, looking silently at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in the distance.

Precious still held his hand.

There is a lot of information in the doctor's field of vision. As long as he concentrates on something, those things will appear as a complete information panel in his eyes. If he goes deeper, he can even decompose it into a series of digital codes.

"Heart of Corruption, Ishamara... Infinite Retrieval Cresson... Sammy... Anma... Surtur... It's so lively."

The doctor glanced around and chuckled as he reported all the names he saw.

"After all, this game has reached its end." Precious responded with a smile.

"Unfortunately, this game has been hacked into, and even the administrator cannot decide its ending, right?"

The doctor looked at Surtel who had caught up with him, his eyes falling on the pocket around her waist.

In a world that has been completely digitized, even the non-existent Cresson has his own panel, but there is nothing in his pocket.

Precious didn't look back, she only had eyes for the Doctor.

"I'm not pursuing victory in this game. I'm just helping you pass it. What does that have to do with His will?" Precious' voice was as gentle as the breeze blowing across the lake in early spring. "To me, the only meaning of this world is you."

"Are you not going to carry out the Originium Project anymore?" the doctor asked with a smile.

Precious smiled but said nothing.

The doctor did not get angry, and continued to ask with a smile:

"Precious, do you think we can defeat Qi Yan?"

There was finally a hint of something other than tenderness in Precious's eyes.

She tried her best to suppress the urge to look at the bronze mirror and said firmly:

"If it's you, then it can be done."

"The prehistoric civilization has been destroyed."

"..."

"Our world no longer exists."

"..."

"Do you remember what I woke up from?"

"..."

"Stone coffin."

"..."

"This name was given by the current civilization. I think you should know the meaning of this name."

"..."

"A dead civilization should rest in its grave."

“…Is this the decision you made?”

After a long silence, Precious finally spoke again: "Should you..."

“Once a decision has been made, there should be no wavering.”

The doctor interrupted her and said, "Even a teenager has learned this now. I don't want to make this mistake again, or I will be laughed at by the white-haired dog for two and a half years."

"But a decision should not be made lightly." Precious emphasized, "You have lost a lot of memories, you have lost a lot of important evidence. Is the decision you are making now really what you want?"

"Are you worried that I'll make the wrong decision?" the Doctor inquired.

Precious shook his head: "What really matters is not the mistakes, but the regrets left by the mistakes."

"It is me now who makes the decision, and it is me in the future who will deal with the regrets. At least I have no regrets now..."

"Don't be like this, I understand what you mean."

Precious interrupted the Doctor quietly.

She smiled again, her face full of tenderness. Even though she realized that the Doctor had never accepted her, she had no complaints.

Even though... the Doctor's previous obedience was all for the purpose of waiting for this moment, waiting for the Originium representing her to gradually revive, and then use its power to completely solve the trouble she represented in one go.

"Please tolerate my being a little willful for once."

Precious threw herself into the doctor's arms, enjoying the doctor's scent somewhat greedily.

"I will put your decision on hold for now," she whispered in the doctor's arms, "while waiting for things to be over, I hope you can go to the country now called Columbia to witness our civilization, and then it won't be too late to reconsider your decision.

But... because of my willfulness, I may not be able to stay by your side for a long time."

Just as the doctor was about to reach out and touch Precious's shoulder, the girl dodged away like an elf.

For the first time, she let go of the doctor's hand, took a few steps back, stood on the top of the mountain with her hands behind her back, her soft black hair spread behind her, and the girl smiled brightly.

"We have to separate for a short time again, but I believe that I will always be the one who stays with you in the end."

The girl looked at the man in front of her and stepped back slowly: "I am waiting for your new decision after you come back from Colombia. Even if the answer is still that you want to leave me, I am willing to accept everything about you. I am willing to wait for you and chase you forever, forever, forever.

Now, it is time for me to be willful as a girl, and I will call that name by myself... Qi Yan."

Just as Surtel reached the top of the mountain and was about to talk to the doctor, she suddenly felt her pocket on her waist become lighter.

"Bronze mirror?!"

Surtel was startled and subconsciously reached for his pocket, only to find it was empty.

An indescribable terrifying pressure came from above her head.

Surtel raised his head mechanically and looked towards the sky with everyone present.

All existing sights collide with one's own sight.

Above the ice field is another ice field.

Everything in the world was mirrored at this moment, with two ice fields reflecting each other, facing each other without any error.

Only two figures stood out from the rest.

The doctor raised his head and looked at the position of Icefield himself in the sky.

On the ice field in the sky, a black-haired man stood in the doctor's position, also looking up and sweeping his cold eyes over.

Just one glance made all beings on the ice field feel a terror more thorough than death.

Precious' smile was a little forced, but she still raised her hand and waved gently towards the sky.

The red Originium appeared out of nowhere in the center of the two ice fields.

Anana reappeared.

"Kill me." Precious whispered in a voice that only he could hear, "Then, give the Doctor time to catch up with the past and make a new decision."

Above the sky, the black-haired man glanced.

Anana, whose red branches were constantly extending, suddenly seemed to be cut by a sharp knife. All the branches broke, the red light dimmed, and it fell to the ground like an ordinary stone.

The blood drained from Precious's face, and he staggered to his knees in the snow.

"What the hell... Even if it's just a faint trace of your breath, it's still you." She said miserably to herself, "Why don't you just kill Anana directly? Is it your bad taste to make me look so miserable in front of him?"

"Because this dog is smarter than anyone else. He knows that what he has to deal with is a disaster, not a person."

The doctor walked up to Priss and looked down at the stunned girl.

Then, he took the initiative to reach out his hand, pulled the dumbfounded girl out of the snow, and pulled her behind him to protect her.

"White-haired dog, you dare to touch even my people?" The doctor asked with his head raised and a domineering tone.

Precious was protected by the doctor behind him. Looking at the figure in front of him, the sadness and panic in his heart disappeared in an instant.

She held the doctor's hand again, with nothing else in her eyes except the figure in front of her.

"You're doomed to lose this round."

The doctor spoke calmly, as if he was telling a perfect prophecy whose outcome had already been predetermined: "There is only one reason why you lost, and that is that I decided to keep the Originium Project for the time being.

What will you do in the face of my betrayal?"

The black-haired man above the sky said nothing, but just raised his hand and pointed at his black hair.

No one knew whether he was refuting the nickname the Doctor gave him, or reminding the Doctor of his current state.

The next second, he clenched his fist and punched the ice field.