Aizen slowly put her hand into her pocket.

  "Liu Dao has already set his sights on it."

  After a while, he took out a card-like piece of cardboard and quietly spread it in the palm of his hand.

  Ichimaru Gin looked suspiciously, his pupils shrank sharply.

  In Aizen's palm, there was a small card.

  On a very common small white card, a dark purple mysterious pattern is drawn.

  The six-wheeled rings are stacked together from the center to the outer ring.

  It was only drawn, but it was like a three-dimensional object, with strange water ripples rippling in the circular lines.

  ......

  Far away in the ocean, on an unnamed island.

  Inside the dilapidated chapel, a tall and strong white-haired man dressed as a priest was sitting quietly in the confession room.

  In front of him was an empty staircase, and not a single believer came to worship.

  But this still did not affect the white-haired man.

  The pastor closed his eyes reverently and muttered something in his mouth.

  After earnestly praying for today, he opened his eyes, picked up the Bible on the table, and held it in his arms gently.

  The man stood in the church and looked out, his vision seemed to have crossed the high wall, island, and ocean in front of him, looking at the birthplace of their Divine Race.

  "My lord... please be patient, it will be soon..."

  "In this reincarnation, Gonitz will definitely break the seal of the three artifacts for you..."

  "You will command the entire Divine Race and come to the world again..."

  The priest man is impressively a member of the Divine Race in the King of Fighters, and he blows the storm Gornitz!

  At this moment, Gonitz's spirit seemed to sense a distant place, and a shock came from a certain mysterious sealed space.

  "My lord!!"

  He was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't hold back the tears.

  I closed my eyes again, and my heart kept calling.

  "My lord, are you awake..."

  Gornitz's spirit seems to be connected to some distant and deadly mysterious space.

  In the monotonous space without any color, a white-haired man with a huge black sun mark tattooed on his body, with his eyes closed, floated quietly in the air with the attitude of a god.

  Sensing the spiritual fluctuations from the people of the Divine Race, he slowly opened his eyes.

  There was no emotion in the cold eyes.

  "[Human] materialized..."

  His voice is like overlapping electronic sounds, there is no clear distinction between male and female, but unexpectedly it does not make people feel harsh.

  Gonitz was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but repeat in a low voice:

  "[Human] materialized?"

  Could it be... Alaya? ! !

  But how could Alaya's wide-area will be realized?

  As a member of the Divine Clan, and he is also the first of the Eight Masters Collection, he is also influenced by the god "Orchid" that (Qian Haozhao) himself serves, and Gonitz has a clearer understanding of the [world].

  In this infinitely diverse world, there are three kinds of gods and buddhas, the most special... [Revision Power].

  they are, respectively……

  [In the entire infinite multiverse, from the beginning of birth to the end, all the truth and cause and effect recorded] - [The Vortex of the Root].

  [In the entire infinite multiverse, the past, present, future, the collective consciousness of all parallel worlds] - [World Will].

  [In the entire infinite multiverse, the past, present, and future, all the human beings living in this world, the pan-consciousness that they intertwined together] - [human collective will].

  Whether it is [Vortex of Root], or [World Will] and [Human Collective Will].

  They can't even be described by [existence].

  Because they have no thoughts, no form and no appearance, they are just things similar to [computer software], the [correction power] that silently maintains the operation of this infinite multiverse, and has no intelligence at all.

  The future will never produce intelligence.

  In a way, they are part of the laws of the world itself.

  Countless times nobler than Gods and Buddhas, but also countless times more tragic than Gods and Buddhas—this is the [Collected Consciousness Correction Power].

  But now Orochi tells him that Alaya has materialized? ? ?

  Even if it came from the personal words of the gods he trusted, Gornitz still had doubts in his heart.

  How could that kind of great will materialize?

  "My lord, are you referring to... Alaya's [Apostle] has come?"

  Gonitz asked cautiously.

  The big snake closed his eyes, and the dark pattern of the sun in front of him—the mark of uncleanness flickered violently.

  As if searching for something.

  After a while, he continued to speak without the slightest emotion:

  "Before I unblock, find out the embodiment of [human beings]... It is an important [psychic medium] for me to get rid of the three divine tools and even eliminate human beings!"

  "Find it... Sacrifice... Don't let it continue to interfere with the world..."

  "This order is more important than destroying the three artifacts!"

  The voice fell, and the mysterious space that sealed the big snake gradually faded from Gonitz's consciousness.

  Gonitz opened his eyes again, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

  "Not an apostle, but a direct incarnation of Alaya..."

  "What's wrong with this world?"

  "My lord, our gods, can we really eradicate all human beings in the future?"

  The sea breeze blew into the island and into this dilapidated chapel, and Gonitz felt a little cold for some reason. .

Chapter 50

  The next day, Kasuga Nozomi was awakened by a persistent knock on the door.

  She rubbed her eyes.

  He listened, and he could hear Makoto Hyuga shouting his name outside the door.

  "Qiu, are you up yet?"

  "Um……"

  The girl covered her head with a quilt and answered weakly.

  She usually sleeps very late, and she will be out of energy at this time.

  I thought Makoto Hyuga would leave as usual, but in the next second, there was a sound of turning the door lock in the room.

  The bedroom door was pushed open and footsteps approached.

  Kasuga Ye Qiong was startled, lost all sleepiness, and froze in the quilt nervously.

  'Makoto... ran in suddenly... what are you doing...'

  Inexplicably recalling some of the knowledge of men and women that has been popularized by house girls on the Internet in recent days.

  While the girl was nervous, she also had vague expectations.

  When she was thinking about it, she felt that a hand seemed to stroke her hair.

  There was no other movement, just stroking his hair so gently.

  "What are you doing in the morning...?"

  Kasuga Ye Qiong finally couldn't bear it anymore, buried his head deeper, blushed, and asked in a muffled voice.

  "No, I just suddenly wanted to see Qiong's appearance."

  Hyuga Makoto chuckled lightly.

  "Turn around and let me see."

  "No!" Kasuga Ye Qiong still turned his back to him.

  "Come on, come on, I'm going to be late for class!"

  "……you know too?"

  The two quarreled for a while, and Kasuga Ye Qiong finally turned around with a dissatisfied expression on her pretty face.

  "Why do you suddenly want to see me? I haven't combed my hair or washed my face..."

  "But in my heart, Qiong is always the best looking!"

  After carefully looking at the girl in front of her for a while, Hyuga Makoto gently rubbed her silver hair.

  Seemingly satisfied, he stood up with a smile.

  "Okay, I have to rush to school right away, Qiong, remember to have a good breakfast!"

  Under the strange expression on Kasuga Yezuku's face, he hurried out the door.

  On the way, looking up at the blue sky, Hyuga Makoto was filled with inexplicable joy.

  In the past, I always had the illusion that I was playing the gal push girl game.

  Especially after recovering the memory of the previous life, facing the superposition of an anime world every month, facing the beautiful heroines in various original works, the feeling is even stronger.

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