its 291: the end

On this day, people on earth are busy or leisurely as usual. People in this hemisphere run in the sun, and people in that hemisphere sleep peacefully in the moonlight. The time is different, but it is the same.

Time is a wonderful thing. Because of the different relationship of space, time is also different.

But in fact, time is time. It is eternal and immutable. The time of the whole world and the whole universe is also unified. It is different, just the way people calculate time.

Therefore, it can be said that the doomsday trial was carried out at the same time.

At that moment, in that second, all the "humans" on the earth suddenly stopped acting, like mud statues, holding the posture before that second. Their eyes are blank and empty, and their thoughts are deep in their hearts.

At that moment, all the evil in their hearts was excavated and turned into invisible power, which was heavily pressed on their hearts, and their fragile hearts were overwhelmed.

It's broken and continues little by little.

The shadow of death is slowly covering the world, and death has begun before the end of the so-called "trial".

On the highway, cars that were out of control collide with each other one after another, rolling, flying and falling. No one screamed, no struggled and cried for help, and everything was so quiet.

In the air, the uncontrolled plane is still flying forward, and in about ten minutes, it will overlap with another aircraft route. It also means a collision.

Acrobats who walk tightrope and extreme sports enthusiasts who climb rock - people who are doing all the dangerous sports in a few seconds are out of control and fall into the abyss of death...

"Shine, the light of judgment." Alice stood in front of the sword of De Mocles and looked at the huge light. She was excited by the joy of success, but did not pay attention to the people quietly coming in from the outside. Suddenly, with a gunshot, a powerful bullet hit her back and easily broke through her armor.

She screamed in pain. Before she could exert the power of the dark hand, a man rushed behind her, waved her hands at the same time, and two square sharp blades slid quickly from her.

"Go to hell, Alice." Xia Jie's voice sounded cold. Alice struggled to turn around and saw the group of people who had been destroying her plan. She roared angrily and suddenly disappeared from the eyes of the crowd.

At that moment, everyone forgot what had just happened, but this kind of thinking only lasted for a few seconds, and everyone thought of Alice.

At this moment, she fell beside Xia Jie, and the armor formed by luck was decomposing. Behind her was a shocking blood cut, and the bones and flesh were cut off by the knife.

After the dark hand completely disappeared, her skin outside began to dry, and then curled up and cracked like an old bark roasted by fire.

She was lying on the ground, so people couldn't see her face. This is also the last dignity she retained when she died.

"Gong Ping!" Xia Jie took a look at Alice's body and rushed to the huge machine. He waved to cut it. Yun Weizi behind him exclaimed, "No, no!"

A group of people hurried over. Around the huge machine, Yun Weizi frowned and looked at the machine: "The sword of De Mocles finally saw its true appearance..."

"What is this?" Luan Feng couldn't help asking. Shortly after rescuing Xia Jie, they found that there was a light rising up in the sky, so they rushed over as fast as possible and found it here.

Except for Yun Weizi, no one knows what this machine is, so everyone stared at Yun Weizi and waited for her explanation.

"When he was regarded as an experiment by Andre, I heard him talk about this." Yun Weizi didn't want to recall the past, but she still had to recall it. It is known as the Sword of De Mocles. It is a machine made by Andre based on the ancient books found and cracked by Alice. It is exclusively used by the true god for the 'Doomsday Judgment'. Once it is connected with the true God, it can spread the power of the true God all over the world, and all mortals will fall in front of this power.

"What are you waiting for? Destroy him quickly!" Tong Yi shouted uneasily.

"Obviously, the 'Doomsday Judgment' has begun now." Yun Weizi looked gloomy, "Everything is too late. If it is destroyed now, it will not only save the world, but also Gong Ping..."

"What should I do?" Luan Feng is anxious. You know, his friends and lovers far away in Pennsylvania are also mortals.

Gong Ping is in the spiritual space, and this scene can be fully taken.

At this moment, he was pulled by countless forces and was no longer human. He was about to break into countless pieces. In front of him stood the person who manipulated those forces - Andre.

Of course, this is just an illusory anthropomorphic image. It is a program formulated by Andre for the Sword of De Mocles, an electronic soul that completely deprives the power of the true God and uses it to kill. The luck was sent all over the world by its power, and Gong Ping's main personality was also controlled by its power.

It is not to attack Gong Ping, just to exert its power. It must use all its strength. In this way, Gong Ping's thinking will be destroyed by this power, and Gong Ping, who is now pulled into an inhuman shape, is just a symbol.

A symbol of spiritual destruction.

Gong Ping understands that when he breaks up here, he is the moment when he becomes a walking corpse. He can't accept his fate like this. He must break free!

"Yun, you guy, do you hear me? Come and help, or you will die!" He called in his heart and struggled with all his strength.

That force is extremely powerful. Compared with it, his power seems so weak. Facing the image of Andre, he is like a baby facing a strong man, unable to break free.

In the scene, Xia Jie gritted his teeth and Luan Feng sighed. Everyone had nothing to do with the huge machine. Gong Ping knew that if he could not break free, then everything was really over.

Looking at the death of countless scenes and the same expression as other people's wood carvings, Gong Ping couldn't help thinking of his friends. He thought of Chen Dachong, Jin Shanzi, Xu Zifeng, Yu Qianyu, Lei Wei, Fang Xinxing... and his parents!

He felt extremely painful when he thought that they were now on the edge of the abyss of death because of their own strength.

"Do I still have to rely on luck?" He asked himself repeatedly, "This is my spiritual space, this is my world, in my world, am I still so weak? No, I don't believe it. I don't believe in my will. I can't beat this virtual electronic soul!"

The human form gradually recovered, and the huge force slowly weakened under Gong Ping's determination to fight to the death. Gong Ping struggled and walked forward step by step. Every step was extremely difficult and heavy, but he gritted his teeth and finally walked the distance between him and Andre's image.

"Get out of my world!" In a roar, he waved his fist and hit Andrea's image fiercely. With a broken sound, he returned to the real world in an instant.

"Xia Jie, Luan Feng, is it you?"

"Great!" Xia Jie and Luan Feng couldn't help cheering at the same time and rushed to them: "Gong Ping, have you woken up? Well, can you get rid of this machine?"

"It's terrible." Gong Ping said sadly, "Many people have died, and more people have reached the edge of hell."

"Has it evolved into this situation?" Yun Weizi said to herself, "Is the world that Alice wants will eventually come?"

"I won't let this happen." Gong Ping said firmly, "I will definitely be able to do what the program of the Sword of De Mocles can do!"

"Gong Ping, what are you going to do?" Xia Jie asked in a slint.

"I'm going to stop my luck. Guys, maybe this is the last time I've talked to you. Gong smiled insipidly, "Goodbye."

Without too many farewells and earth-shocking vows, Gong Ping just smiled, and then his consciousness flowed into the dazzling light. He doesn't know whether he can succeed in doing this, but he must do it for his friends and his relatives.

In the sea of light, it floats quietly. Its right hand presses down hard, and the light pours its strength to help it.

"What are you doing?" A voice suddenly sounded and woke up the luck of losing its self-consciousness. It turned its head in surprise and saw Gong Ping.

"Yes, I... What am I doing?" It said stunnedly, like a child who had just woken up from a dream and hadn't cleared everything in front of him.

"You are killing people." Gong Ping flew over and raised Yun's right hand hard.

The light trembled, like the anger of a giant, instantly hitting Gong Ping and Yun's body.

"Will we... die?" Yun asked Gong Ping in a glan, and countless scenes flowed in front of his eyes. The distracted characters slowly regained their sage and looked around in surprise, not understanding what had happened.

"Maybe..." Gong Ping smiled.

The light shines, and finally, it is dim.

"Is it over?" Facing the tree-shaped machine that lost all its glory, Xia Jie said stunnedly.

"It should be." Yun Weizi nodded. Luan Feng rushed over, raised his hand and broke the connection between the hood and the machine. Xia Jie walked up, cut the equipment that trapped Gong Ping with a deadly knife, and cut off the hood.

Gong Ping's face was blue, his eyes were closed, but there was a smile on the corners of his mouth.

"He...is he all right?" Luan Feng trembled and asked Xia Jie. Xia Jie frowned and did not answer. He just slowly put his ears on Gong Ping's chest.

After a long time, a painful look appeared on his face and he shook his head slowly.

(Tomorrow! The finale of the hand of bad luck! In addition: Go and support Lao Li's new book "General God"!)