That's not a game

[However, he was stopped by me. 】

【Then, he competed with the birds to see who could fly more freely. 】

[If he wins, I will not prevent him from leaving. 】

【If he loses, he will become my flying bird. 】

【He will definitely lose, how can the false tenth feather lead him to fly freely? 】

[However, I didn't expect that it would be me who lost. 】

[The wind elves turned into his wings, became his tenth feather, and took him to the sky. 】

【At this moment, he who is free is so beautiful, and he who can really soar in the sky is so beautiful that even I am amazed by it. 】

【That is the freedom that Asuka cannot reach, and the beauty that Asuka cannot match. 】

[The free poet, he is so beautiful. 】

Up to now, the four of them have sorted out their thoughts through this diary.

Therefore, although they were quite surprised by the content of the diary this time, they did not get too lost and turned to the last page very quickly.

What surprised them was that there was no written record on this page, only a golden arrow was painted on the paper, which was so lifelike, as if it was not painted, but real.

"This is……"

Sora unconsciously reached out and touched the golden arrow painted on the paper.

And the moment he touched the arrow, the arrow burst into a dazzling golden brilliance.

Several people quickly stretched out their hands to block the dazzling brilliance.

Kong also stretched out his hand, trying to block the slightly dazzling brilliance in front of him.

However, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he felt that the bow of Amos on his back jumped with joy as if it had been called by something. It fell off his shoulder directly and flew towards the diary on the table. The golden arrows on it touch each other.

At the moment of contact, the brilliance suddenly dissipated!

In this world, there is only darkness.

The four of them were stunned for a moment, looking dazed, not knowing what happened.

Look around, everything is dark.

The sky, the earth, and the eyes, everything is dark.

But at this moment, someone suddenly raised his hand and pointed into the distance.

"Look! It's light!"

The four people in Kong were stunned, none of them spoke just now, so who was it that spoke just now?

They looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw that in the city below, there was no one in the city, but at this moment, countless people came out and looked at the same place.

"It's a poet!"

"Look, everyone! It's a poet!"

"It's a poet!"

The voices of the people made the four of them unconsciously look in the direction these people were looking at.

At this moment, they saw a poet standing on a distant cliff, holding the bow of Amos in his hand.

On the bowstring, the dazzling golden brilliance continuously condensed on the bowstring of Amos's bow, accumulating palpitating power.

And the poet is the one who holds this power.

The posture of holding the bow of Amos in his hand is as tall and resolute as a hero in mythology who raises his weapon against the gods.

Seeing this scene, Sora was stunned.

Ximei, the president and the others who had been playing the video since they came in were also stunned.

They just read the words in the diary before, but they couldn't understand how beautiful the poet's posture was. Even the demon god Dekarabian was amazed by it.

But now, when they saw the gesture of the poet holding a longbow, they finally understood how beautiful it was.

Not only because of the poet's posture, but also because through this arrow, they can clearly know.

This arrow must pierce the darkness, break down the tower, bring God down from the throne, and bring freedom!

And in fact, it is.

"This arrow will definitely hurt the gods."

When the poet read this sentence, the golden arrow in his hand finally flew out.

At this moment, the darkness in front of Kong and the others finally began to flee as if defeated.

In front of the poet's arrow, the darkness is only qualified to cry and flee.

Kong and the others clearly saw this point.

They were obsessed with the peerless beauty of this arrow, but soon, they were no longer obsessed.

Because they realized that this arrow seemed to be aimed at them!

How could this god-killing arrow be something they could resist? !

They wanted to escape, but the arrow was so fast that they couldn't react and escape.

They could only watch the arrow fly towards the top of the tower they were standing on, without any chance of dodging.

But in fact, when the arrow finally came, they realized that they didn't seem to need to dodge.

Because the people this arrow is going to shoot through are not them at all.

This startled arrow passed through their heads and shot straight behind them.

The four of them turned around without hesitation, and saw that a woman in a white dress appeared on the throne where there was no one at all.

The woman stood on the steps of the throne, trying to deflect the arrow.

But this arrow was too strong, it shattered her resistance like a shattering one, mercilessly pierced through the lonely king's chest, pierced through a part of the space at the top of the tower behind the lonely king, and pierced a big hole.

Under the poet's arrow, the gods bleed.

This point, several people in the air can see clearly.

They stared blankly at the bloody lonely king in the white dress, accompanied by Asuka, slowly falling towards the bottom of the endless and deep tower, speechless.

It turned out that this arrow was the most memorable past for the lonely king.

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Chapter 110: Kong: My sister-in-law is a demon god?My brother is a poet?

Dumbfounded, he blankly pointed at the direction where the lonely king fell, then turned his head to look at Ximei and the others beside him, hesitantly said, "The one just now... should be... Dekarabian."

"It should be right. The poet shot the god down the throne with an arrow. According to the picture we just saw, it should be the last page of this diary, recreating the original scene of the arrow."

Ximei held on to her glasses tremblingly, analyzing while shaking.

It wasn't until the arrow was shot that he realized how ridiculous his previous analysis was.

How could the poet, who broke through the darkness with one arrow and brought freedom, be forced to abandon his godhood because of Dekarabian's dying counterattack!

How could Dekarabian, who was full of expectations for the poet and expected the poet to defeat him, pull the poet into death before dying!

"The poet voluntarily gave up his position as a god."

Xi Mei tremblingly supported her glasses and said so.

His conclusion did not cause any surprises on the faces of the people present except Lao Gang.

After all, they have already guessed.

So Kong didn't care about what Xi Mei said at all.Because, his mind is now full of the image of the lonely king falling to the bottom of the tower just now.

If he read it right just now, that... that Dekarabian who fell to the bottom of the tower looks exactly the same as the teacher Dekarabian who poked his brother's face before! !

"Aba...Aba..."

Kong went straight to Aba Aba. Based on the exact same name and appearance of his sister-in-law and the lonely king, he had already thought of too many.

My sister-in-law-to-be seems to be...a game character?

No, how could this game character appear in reality!

Could it be that this original god is not just as simple as a game, but is very likely to be reality? !

Moreover, if my sister-in-law-to-be is the lonely king Dekarabian, then isn't his elder brother... the poet? !

Kong Kong looked at the poet's shadow on the cliff in the distance, and suddenly hesitated.

Although he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, he somehow felt that that person was his elder brother.

My lord, did you... used to be so dazzling?

Kong's eyes were a little dazed, not because the arrow just now was too shocking, but because he thought of his gentle and generous elder brother, who had actually done such a heroic thing.

He unconsciously wants to look up and be obsessed with each other.

Because the other party is someone worthy of his treatment.

"What's wrong with you, Kong? You won't be scared by the arrow just now, will you?"

On the side, the middle-aged president couldn't help asking.

Kong was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, no, but... is this the last level?"

"I don't know, probably not, we haven't seen Barbatos give up the position of Fengshen yet." Xi Mei hesitated.

"Then the next level... how to get there?"

"emmmmm, here?"

Lao Gang pointed to the big hole at the top of the tower that had just been shot through by an arrow. At the hole, another updraft surged up from the bottom of the tower.

But the airflow was not strong, and it seemed that they were slowly drifting towards the bottom of the tower.

"What about this diary?"

Sora asked while picking up the bow of Amos on the table.

The middle-aged president took a last look at the diary and sighed softly, "Forget it, let's put it there, anyway, we have been recording it since we came in, so there is no need to take it away."

"Video?! Then you also recorded the appearance of Sajia who scared Ababa just now because of his fear of heights?"

"Old Gang, don't worry about this, we'll go to the next level quickly."

"Ah!! President, wait a minute!"

The three middle-aged presidents used the wings of the wind to jump towards the big hole, but Kong didn't catch up immediately.

He lowered his head and looked down. The people before him had long since disappeared, and there was no one in this thousand-year-old city.

But Sora could imagine how they cheered because the gods shed blood.

"Brother..."

Looking at the shadow of the poet on the cliff outside the wind barrier in the distance, Kong couldn't help smiling, and whispered softly.

"If that's really you, then I... I'm so lucky to be able to become a brother with such a dazzling elder brother."

"It's really great to get to know you, brother and lord."

After finishing speaking, Kong took a last nostalgic glance at the poet's shadow, jumped into the big hole on the top of the tower.

The dilapidated top of the tower has once again restored its former tranquility.

However, soon, a warm wind came, turning into the appearance of a young poet, breaking the tranquility.

He stood in front of the diary and smiled slyly.

"I didn't expect you to have the habit of writing a diary, Sister Dekarabian. I have to read it, hey, don't blame me, Sister Dekarabian, peeking at other people's diaries is not a lady's thing, but I'm not a lady at all."

While smiling, Wendy reached out to touch the diary, wanting to open it and have a look.

However, as soon as he touched the diary, the diary suddenly turned into powder, blown by a gust of wind, completely scattered, leaving only a small note.

Wendy looked astonished, and quickly looked at the little note.

The above is simple, only one sentence.