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In three months, his perception of everything has undergone earth-shaking changes. He is the one who is in difficulty, the one who is despicable, and the one who is at a loss.

"So...I really lived my life again."

Lin Qingluo stood under this gorgeous starry sky and truly felt the boundary between life and death. It was the past he had walked through and the future he would eventually cross.

The life that once failed was painful, and the self that spent more than ten years in the illusion was very happy, but no matter what the outcome was, they had passed and there would be no results.

"Those haunting pasts are all over."

"Yes, Di... No, Lin Qingluo, you have started over."

I don't know when Shanlan appeared beside Lin Qingluo. At this time, he showed his true form. He was not a strong and domineering man, but a very handsome young man.

"The past should never be a reason to be bound. You have gained unlimited freedom."

"who are you?"

Lin Qingluo had already thought of his two lives at this time, but he did not know the story about Emperor Huang Quan, nor did he know Shan Lan's true identity, nor the significance of his attitude at this moment.

Shan Lan stood blankly in front of Lin Qingluo, looking a little at a loss. He made mental preparations for a while before answering Lin Qingluo's question.

"My name is Shanlan, and I am from the coffin clan. I can appear here because you want me to."

Qianxun Novels Group: Wuwusiqi[-]

"Do you... have anything you want to say to me?"

Lin Qingluo thought of the Shanlan he met in his long dream. His attitude towards him was very strange, inexplicably reserved and respectful. Although he wanted to hide it now, there was no change.

Shan Lan did have something to say. His body suddenly stood up straight, as if he had returned to the day he was given instructions by someone he respected.

"Lin Qingluo, someone wants me to tell you for him: You don't need to feel guilty about anything you do in this world, because she owes you this."

"You owe me? Okay...I remember."

Lin Qingluo didn't worry about who was sending the message, because as long as the other person paid attention to him, sooner or later they would actually meet him.

"Shan Lan, thank you for your reminder, otherwise I might really be immersed in a long dream and not be able to wake up."

"No, even without my reminder, you will wake up sooner or later, you will definitely do it."

"But in that case, more people will die."

"That's their honor."

"This honor is too arrogant for me to afford."

"Emperor... Lin Qingluo, many things, all kinds of things... thank you very much!"

Shan Lan's long-suffering mood suddenly collapsed at this moment. He bowed at [-] degrees, looking sad as if he had lost something important.

"Well, I remember it. Although I don't know what it is, I received your thanks."

Lin Qingluo looked at Shanlan who was in a trance, and once again felt the huge gap between life and death. There was never an unchanging eternity, but an endless reincarnation.

"Reborn, you have truly completed the cycle of life and death. You picked up your past life and indulged in fantasy, but in the end you bravely walked out and took hold of the future that belongs only to you -"

"Congratulations, you have gained the special ability [Your fate is decided]."

In Lin Qingluo's consciousness, he had not seen the system interface for a long, long time. At this time, looking at the prompt interface of [Girls' Teaching System], he actually missed it.

"Your fate is decided" LV.MAX

·Your attacks with murderous intent will impose conceptual "death" on the enemy, causing them to decay and collapse.

"Is this... the ability to end the immortal?"

Lin Qingluo vaguely understood something. He spread out his left hand, and the red butterfly fire was already colored with a light golden color.

Shan Lan noticed the flame in Lin Qingluo's hand, and his pupils shrank at that moment. He, who had always been puzzled by the emperor's choice, somewhat understood the meaning.

——Only the living who have experienced death can understand the meaning of death and give others true death.

After thinking about all this, Shan Lan respected Lin Qingluo even more. He took a step back, leaned over and begged:

"Lin Qingluo, can I ask you a favor?"

"Of course, this is the reward you deserve."

"I... deserve the reward?"

"What's wrong?"

"No, it's just that this sentence feels very suitable for now."

Shan Lan knew that Lin Qingluo had no memory of the emperor, because the emperor wanted to start over and have a truly free future.But regardless of whether he had those memories or not, Lin Qingluo's temper had not changed at all.

"Lin Qingluo, can you please kill me? For some reasons, it's hard for me to die. In addition, I am close to bad things all day long, which makes me a little polluted, making it even harder to die."

"Kill you? Are you sure? I will really die."

Lin Qingluo did not expect that Shan Lan would make this choice, but the man in front of him had obviously made his decision and repeated his request again.

He has lived for too long, so long that he is covered with scars.

He was seriously injured and tried his best to seal the limbs of the god. He had no ability to prevent himself from being eroded. He could only hope that the emperor's curtain would give him an honorable death.

And now, it's time.

"Lin Qingluo, thank you for everything you have done. I wish you all the best in the future."

"Okay, now that you decide."

Lin Qingluo was also curious about the effect of his newly acquired special ability, so he found the "Sword of Azakana" and let the red butterfly fire cover the sword.

Then, a sword pierced Shan Lan's body.

This coffin clan member who had lived for thousands of years had a look on his face, as if he was a little novel about this feeling. Lin Qingluo drew out his sword blade and saw the burning flames from the wounds on Shan Lan's body.

It is an unending flame, a butterfly fire that is enough to cleanse the impure things in the world. It is like ink dripping into clear water, and it begins to spread and impregnate, and the concept of dying is engraved into the soul of the immortal.

As a result, Shanlan's soul began to burn, along with all impurities and pollution.

"Then...goodbye, my king."

Shan Lan showed a relieved smile. The long guarding was finally over. He no longer had to bear the heavy responsibility, and he no longer had to worry about what would happen next.

Because the emperor, no - because Lin Qingluo is here.

Under the starry sky, Lin Qingluo watched the mountains burn out. In the present world that he did not know, the death of an ancient Coffin Clan had turned into a huge scene...

This day is July 7st in this world. A full week has passed since Mount Takao was surrounded by the Death Barrier.

The rescue operation at the Hidden Soul Institute did not begin. Instead, all its efforts were used on personnel evacuation and pre-war preparations.

——The conversation between Nangong Nayue and Shanlan has been reported to the gatekeepers and elders of the Hidden Soul Academy, and the final answers they received were very unified.

"Abandon everyone in Mount Takao, evacuate everyone along the way to Tokyo, and be prepared to deal with the highest level of threats!"

This order has been conveyed to everyone in the Hidden Soul Academy. The highest level of threat has not been seen in more than ten years, but no one dares to question it.

Because a crisis of this magnitude, if not handled properly, may lead to the demise of the entire Thousand Island Nation.

Tourists in Mount Takao are no longer paying attention. Everyone has been forced to evacuate, and there is no one within a hundred miles.

Further away, the army's heavy weapons were ready, and expensive artillery shells made of pure gold were being shipped in batches at any cost.

Because the threat level is too high, it will almost certainly lead to the death of the 'gatekeeper'. The Hidden Soul Academy strictly ordered the thirteen gatekeepers not to be allowed to approach this area.

As final preparations, the Hidden Soul Academy has negotiated with Shenzhou and reached an agreement after paying a huge price.

——China's special nuclear weapons have been prepared. If it is really necessary, more than a dozen nuclear bombs can continuously bombard the same area and destroy everything.

That is the ultimate weapon of mankind, and it is also powerful enough to erase everything. Nangong Nayue doesn't understand the meaning of divine evil, but the old guy in the Hidden Soul Academy understands.

Therefore, they gave up rescue and resistance, and were just preparing to use the army to delay time, and then use nuclear weapons to achieve victory.

——But the price is also huge and painful.

The radioactive material produced after a nuclear explosion cannot dissipate in a short period of time, nor can it be accelerated by artificial intervention. It can only be slowly decomposed by nature, which usually takes hundreds of years.

During this period, this area will be barren of vegetation, the air, water, and soil will be polluted, and everyone who walks in will die.

Of course, the Hidden Soul Institute understands these consequences, and so does the government, but there are only thirteen gatekeepers. This crisis cannot be solved by the death of one or two people. They have no choice.

At this moment, as the commander-in-chief of the Tokyo Defense Zone, Nangong Nayue was undoubtedly under the greatest pressure.

But what is unexpected is that this gaping witch is sitting in the office, leisurely sipping coffee.

In front of her was Inaba Tsukiye who had come from Kyoto. The blind girl was sitting on a chair with a gloomy expression.

"Nangong Nayue, what exactly do you want to do? You should already know the orders of the Hidden Soul Academy."

"Of course~ I was the first to know."

Nangong had already made her decision that month, so she seemed calm and calm at this time.

"I admit that there is nothing wrong with the arrangement of the Hidden Soul Institute, but I don't want to do nothing and just use the last resort."

"You...you are sending yourself to death! Although I don't know what the remains of the gods are, but I think we should at least form a group of a thousand people!"

"Inaba Tsukiye, you are making a bad idea. In the face of that kind of threat, the number of people doesn't mean much. It's just a matter of death."

"Then you can do it alone?!"

"That's right, I can do it alone."

Nangong Nayue's answer could be described as pride. She was facing the top leader of the Hidden Soul Academy, but she was still relaxed and content.

"I will try it alone, and everyone will be happy if it succeeds. If I die, the impact will not be that big. I can still use nuclear weapons. No matter what, it won't be a loss."

"But you will die? Don't you have anyone you care about?"

"Everyone dies, including me."

Nangong took a sip of coffee that month and suddenly lowered her eyelids. She didn't know why, but when Inaba Yue said, "Someone who cares," she suddenly thought of Lin Qingluo.

Chapter 203: The rewards are directly profitable

"My death may have some impact, but it won't be big and has nothing to do with the overall situation."

Nangong Nayue is not a person who belittles herself, but she has never been arrogant.Although she has lived for a long time, she has always been outside the world and has never intervened or explored the progress of mankind.

Perhaps in the eyes of some people, the so-called Guardian of the Two Worlds is just a legend, and even its existence cannot be determined, so why should they care about it.

"We know too little information about the abomination. Whether a stump of a limb is worth killing ourselves like this, we need to conduct some testing."

She had only heard the emperor mention the existence of the evil god occasionally. As for what his residual limbs would look like in the human world, Nangong Nayue didn't know.

The old guys in the Soul Hiding Academy seemed to have some understanding, so they were so scared that they didn't even have basic countermeasures, but this was not an escape.

Even if nuclear bombs are used, we must try all means and wait until we are sure that there is no way to fight them.

Hundreds of kilometers of desolation, plus the possible impact on densely populated Tokyo, how could Nangong ignore such consequences in that month.

"Inaba Tsukiye, I want to... give everything a chance."

"In that case, I will accompany you."

Inaba Yue felt a little uneasy when she thought about the order from the Soul Hiding Academy at night, but she couldn't do it if she was asked to watch Nangong Na Yue die alone.

"If the two of us can have some care, we really won't be able to defeat him, and our chances of escaping successfully will be higher."

"No, I have space teleportation. It is not difficult to escape from the range of the nuclear bomb. Here...you are required to take command."

Nangong Nayue stood up from the chair, obviously intending to give this position to Inaba Yueye. The young girl naturally wanted to refuse, but Nangong Nayue did not give her this chance.

——Nangong reported the situation to the Hidden Soul Institute that month. The elders severely stopped Inaba Tsukiye's thoughts and ordered her never to step into the battlefield.

As for the loss of a special-level soul purifier in Nangong that month, the Soul Hiding Academy can still accept it. It is not a bad idea for someone to voluntarily test it out.

As a result, Nangong Nazuki disappeared directly from Inaba Tsukiye, and when she appeared again, she had been teleported near Mount Takao.

At this moment - the coffin clan member named Shanlan had just been pierced by the soul-cutting magic sword, and the eternally burning butterfly fire was injecting the concept of death into his body.

Boom~~~!

The trembling earth made a thunderous sound, and the death barrier surrounding Takao Mountain was shattered at this moment, but the death fog overflowed from the top of the mountain like a tide, quickly covering half of the sky.

What's even more weird is that this time the death fog is not gray-black, but orange-red like a burning cloud. The death fog seems to have burned, and the scenery is so spectacular that it is indescribable.

"Shanlan...is dead?"

Nangong Nayue was no stranger to the scene before her, but the fact that an existence of Shanlan's level died after only persisting for a week really frightened her.

In the burning death mist, a huge bull-shaped desolate soul, a hundred meters long, slowly emerged. Its body was burning with red flames, like a mountain scorched by the sun.