The Fool of the Gods

Su Yida gave people a very strange feeling, so strange that he didn't look like the same person at all.

But obviously, this person's voice and appearance were very similar to Su Yida who had met before.

Could it be that something in the void occupied Su Yida's body and replaced his consciousness?

Or...

What did he just say?

He and Cheng Shi took us out of the trial?

Out? Trial?

The trial hasn't ended yet, how can we talk about getting out?

Zhao Qian was suddenly stunned, but then, an absurd idea came to his mind.

His eyes widened and his expression became more shocked.

"It seems that you guessed it?"

"Impossible, the power of [Memory] does not trace back to the past trials. This is a consensus and a rule. Impossible, you can't be..."

"Nothing is impossible. All the impossibilities in the world are just that you are not strong enough."

Perhaps because killing Cheng Shi made him feel good, Su Yida's talkative mood was obviously much better.

He smiled and stretched out his hand. A blue power of [Memory] appeared in his palm, flowing and entwining, mysterious and fascinating.

"I am who I am in my memory.

You probably have never heard of this talent. Of course, it has not been put into the pool by [Memory] now.

This is one of the few divine talents that can allow you to go back to the past and find yourself."

Zhao Qian's pupils shrank suddenly, and he exclaimed in disbelief:

"You...you really are..."

"Okay, the pleasant sharing time is over. Since you have guessed my identity, please help me keep the secret."

After speaking, Su Yida stretched out his hand again and pinched Zhao Qian's neck.

At this moment, Zhao Qian, whose heartstrings had been tense, suddenly felt relieved. His face showed the bitterness of shattered hope, and also evoked a smile of finally being relieved.

"It seems you have figured it out. Yes, one of my men has lost a wronged soul."

Zhao Qian's face was as red as a pig's liver, and his blood vessels were bulging. He struggled to tilt his neck back, and asked the last question in a slurred voice with saliva.

"If...you come from...the future...can you...tell me...is there still hope...for the future...world..."

Su Yida was stunned, as if he thought he had heard it wrong.

This eagle-eyed scout named Zhao Qian actually asked him if there was hope for the future world at the last moment of his death.

Ha.

What hope?

The hope of becoming a god, or...the hope of the world returning to the time before the advent of the [Gods]?

Does it make sense?

Stupid.

Su Yida sneered: "I don't know what it means."

But then he let go of his hand again.

His expression suddenly became strange. Looking at Zhao Qian who was constantly breathing heavily, he nodded meaningfully and said:

"So that's it, you are one of them."

Zhao Qian's breathing suddenly stagnated. He tightened his muscles and lowered his head without answering.

"Don't hide it, great fire transmitter. I know your existence, just as I know Cheng Shi."

Zhao Qian suddenly raised his head and looked at Su Yida. His eyes, which were filled with despair just now, burned with endless hatred and resentment.

If an outsider knew the existence of the fire transmitter, it would be the most fatal blow to the fire transmitter!

And this kind of thing has happened once!

He can't allow it to happen to him a second time.

"Are you angry? Don't worry, I won't reveal your existence to them like some people do.

You are indeed worthy of admiration, and I am not a cruel person.

But...

From your action of using this [Truth] believer to test his life, you seem to be a...

City Builder?"

Su Yida looked at Zhao Qian with interest and touched his chin.

"Borrowing the greatness of God, we strive to build a new country.

Oh, what a slogan that makes people excited.

Who would have thought that the people behind this passionate slogan are a group of cold-blooded lunatics.

Even if it is to save the world, they can't let go of the rhetoric of the elite.

City Builder, hum.

It's a pity that your plan to create a god almost failed.

Oh, by the way, I forgot that there was probably no plan to create a god at this time, and it might still be in its infancy and has not been launched.

Do you find it interesting to know so many things about the future from me, Mr. City Builder?"

Zhao Qian held his breath and concentrated without saying a word.

At this moment, he not only accepted the shocking information about the future, but also silently thought about where his ending would lead to.

God-making plan!

This sounds like a wonderful plan. Everyone has finally taken that step. For the new country and for new hope, they are heading towards God.The group of [Gods] on the throne launched the final challenge!

Unfortunately, I should not be able to participate in this great feat.

Even if Su Yida temporarily stopped, his attitude was there. He would not allow himself to live after knowing so many future secrets.

So Zhao Qian, who had digested the shock in his heart, spoke in a low voice:

"You have told me so much. Just tell me what you want to do."

"Smart.

I like to deal with straightforward people.

I admire you very much, even if you are the criticized city builder, I still admire you.

To be honest, I need a corpse, but for some reasons, I can't kill you.

So...

Mr. City Builder, please commit suicide.

Satisfy one of my needs."

Zhao Qian thought he heard it wrong, and he smiled sarcastically.

"Is there any point in teasing me at this time?"

"This is not a joke, Zhao... Oh, Zhao Qian.

It seems that you don't believe me very much. Well, in this case, I will give you a reason to die."

Su Yida smiled brightly, staring at Zhao Qian's angry and unwilling eyes, and said word by word:

"Don't be angry, maybe after knowing this, you will not only be willing to die, but also deeply grateful to me..."

The whispering whispers floated in the void, and the sound was as soft as a mosquito, but every word was like a giant hammer wrapped in thunder, hitting Zhao Qian's soul.

"..."

"..."

He listened to all this silently, and then closed his eyes with a smile.

"Borrowing the greatness of God, build a new country!

For the continuation of mankind!

For the new country!

Goodbye, this world!"

The flames of [War] burst into the eyes of [War] believers, but in his eyes, the light of hope rose high, far more blazing than the flames.

The flowing white flames and tears flowed out of his eyes, flowed to his body, and gradually engulfed everything.

The blood of [War] flowed slowly, extinguishing the unyielding flames at the last moment, completing a liberation of blood and fire on the spot.

Su Yida looked at Zhao Qian who burned himself to death and bowed with a complicated expression.

"Respect, the greatest fire bearers."

He dragged up the corpse, his face returned to indifference, and stepped into the void crack again without any nostalgia.

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