Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1460 - 109: OE · The Last Holy Meal (6)

[One day, a fox and its companions were playing hide and seek.]

["Splash, splash, splash." By accident, everyone fell into a water pit.]

[A goat came over, saw the animals in the pit, and asked, "Why did you all fall into the water pit?"]

[The chick cried, "Brother Goat, please save us."]

[The goat shook its head: "The pit is too deep, I can’t go down." It shook its head and walked away.]

[Before long, a rabbit came over, saw the animals in the pit, and asked, "Why did you all fall into the water pit?"]

[The duckling cried, "Sister Rabbit, please save us, it’s too cold here."]

[The rabbit tried for a long time, but couldn’t save them, so it could only throw in all its treasured carrots to help fill their stomachs.]

[It was getting dark, and everyone in the pit was cold and anxious. Watching some of the young animals trembling, everyone wailed.]

["We’re going to die here, we can’t go home!" they covered their faces.]

[At this moment, the calm fox said—]

...

"...Kotanis, descend."

The "Magician" waved his hands, and golden light fell over him.

The pure light lifted his fluttering red clothes, adorned with blood-red roses and layers of pure white lace. He steadied his top hat, the silk ribbons fluttering in the fierce wind.

"Whoosh—!"

A pair of emerald-like jade green eyes suddenly opened behind him.

As if a towering mountain rose up, people couldn’t raise their eyes, cold sweat slid down their foreheads, and their entire bodies felt as if filled with lead.

Lin Yin held the silent Su Ming’an tightly, almost wanting to cry, almost wanting to question why this was happening.

The Red Sun hung high, and red birds were singing.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

Innumerable scarlet birds gathered, like living flames, converging behind the "Magician." For a moment, it was impossible to tell if what was fluttering behind him was the brilliant golden hair or the flowing scarlet golden feathers, the youth became one with the endless flying birds.

His eyes transformed into pure navy blue, without a trace of the sky’s clarity, like a deep whirlpool at the seabed, without oxygen or sunlight.

After Su Rin exited the dream, what he saw was this scene as if a deity had descended.

Red birds, Red Sun, Golden feathers.

The golden-haired youth was surrounded by playing cards of Red Hearts, Spades, Diamonds, and Clubs, with the colorful paint on his right cheek becoming more vivid, almost burning.

The slender figure cast against the vast crimson, the boy curved his lips into a smile and doffed his hat in a bow.

—The grand Red Sun hung down, like the curtain of the "Magician’s" curtain call performance.

"Retreat!" Su Rin stuffed the Redemption Ticket into his chest pocket and gripped Lin Yin’s wrist. Now, both the Master of the End of All Things, Kotanis, and the Seventh Thrones Eternal Lord, Yuritilola, had descended on Noel Agnini. They could no longer hold them back.

Lin Yin held onto Su Ming’an tightly, her cheeks pale and colorless.

"...Why... Clearly, on his birthday we watched fireworks and ate cake together, clearly during the new year he taught Noel to make dumplings, we put up Spring Festival couplets together, Noel even joked about how terrible my duck-eating skills are... Are all these just fragments in Noel’s eyes? Are they all not enough compared to now?" she laughed bitterly.

How could he so easily force Su Ming’an to death?

Su Rin remained silent, forcibly dragging Lin Yin away.

"Swish!"

Meanwhile.

A golden Sea Emperor Trident stabbed towards Noel.

Mizushima Kawa Sora’s black hair fluttered, sword energy pierced the sky.

Yi Song chanted softly, a black tendril grew from his chest.

Tian Yu closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was Bei Wang, with his eyelids drooping, his white robe fluttering like an immortal, his index and middle fingers together, the cold fog condensed into a giant ice sword.

Anthony swept his spear across, sharp as lightning, directly pointing to the sky.

Halo, Array, and Sword Energy... All those who could still move, launched attacks towards the sky.

However, as Noel slowly opened his navy blue eyes—

Everything fell silent.

The aura belonging to High Dimensions leaked out, and the concept of "Destruction" emerged in people’s minds. As those navy blue eyes slowly swept across—mountains disintegrated, rivers dried up, the earth vanished.

Even the light of the World Tree dulled, petals withered in succession, falling to the ground.

People involuntarily hunched their bodies, lowered their heads, bent their waists, their knees touching the ground, involuntarily exposing an irresistible stance, prostrate on the ground.

The sky roiled, and the world fell silent.

Everyone lowered their submissive heads, like stalks of wheat falling to the ground.

No.

There was still one person.

One person was still standing there—

The clock’s hands shimmered with a gleam, a white-haired, jade-eyed youth wearing a crown, slowly lifted the Black Blade in his hand, wrapped in a blood-red glow.

He gazed at the "Demon King" above the sky and said:

"...I want you beheaded, blood spraying, with no corpse left intact."

In an instant, Noel touched his neck, sensing a thin red line spreading. The next moment, his head flew off, blood sprayed three meters high like a fountain, scattering in all directions.

Faith Authority, what a convenient ability of wish fulfillment...

Lü Shu raised a blade, the tip enshrouded in crimson blood light, forming a swift beam of light, aimed directly at Noel’s severed head!

Even though his entire body was wrapped in demonic energy, Lü Shu still wore a plain white robe embroidered with silver Qing Zhu and pine crane, his emerald green eyes devoid of depth.

There was no pain in Lü Shu’s eyes, as if he knew something.

In the next moment, Noel’s head flew back, his neck clicked, the red line healed, his eyes opened once again.

"Oh, Faith Authority really does suit you, you’re certainly someone who likes to think outside the box." Noel tossed cards slowly: "But it’s still not enough."

His navy blue pupils, slowly shifted to gaze at Lü Shu.

Being watched, Lü Shu instantly felt a piercing pain throughout his body, feeling as if he was becoming a puddle of white snow, about to melt into the world. He gritted his teeth, and the phantom of the clock behind him lit up.

The brilliance of "Faith" flickered wildly, Lü Shu imagined the blade and sword spewing black light, tearing Noel apart. He imagined Noel’s body falling like the setting sun, blood splashing all over. He fantasized various death scenarios for Noel Agnini, head severed, body exploding, heart shattered, limbs broken... repeatedly, deeply, imagining Noel’s extremely gory death scenes over and over in his mind.

He finally just kept imagining Noel’s "death."

The Black Blade was drawn, aiming towards the sky.

Lü Shu’s whole body was black as ink, conversely, Noel was bathed in golden light.

One black and one white, like night tore through the day, the "Master of Abyss" enveloped in endless demonic energy stabbed towards the "Magician" drenched in sunlight, like a black line that burst across the sky.

Four eyes met, with none of the feelings or hesitations of the past, only indifference.

...

[At this moment, the calm fox said: "Don’t be afraid, everyone, let’s try stacking on each other’s bodies, and get the highest one out."]

[The Little Dog asked: "Then who should be on top?"]

[Everyone looked at each other.]

[It’s already dark, and we don’t know if there are vicious beasts outside the pit. The first one to go out for help might be the first to be rescued, or they could be killed by beasts.]

[The fox thought for a moment: "Let me go, I can run fast. I’ll climb out first for help, and then everyone can be saved."]

[So, the little animals stacked on top of one another, sending the fox out of the pit.]

[The fox glanced back, then quickly sped off on all four paws, disappearing from sight.]

...

"Clang——!"

The stark white scythe clashed with the pitch-black blade edge, causing the latter to abruptly retreat.

The scythe then pierced through, plunging into Lü Shu’s chest.

The white scythe lifted the sticky flesh and blood from the chest, the sound of bones snapping resonating, intense pain flooding Lü Shu’s brain, blood spurting, his vision instantly blurring, body trembling in pain.

...

[February 7th. Su Ming’an said I am very important. Noel said he wants to be my eternal best friend.]

[Very happy.]

[Hope everyone can survive.]

...

Lü Shu’s cheeks streamed with blood, his hand desperately reaching forward, eyes fixed on Noel’s deep azure eyes:

"I want you, Noel Agnini... to have no burial place."

"Even if you cannot die, I want you to endure the pain of ten thousand ants devouring, burning, and the agony of hunger and cold."

"Unless you obtain Su Ming’an’s forgiveness, your severe pain will never dissipate."

After finishing these words, he spat out a mouthful of black blood, as if all his strength had been drained, his arms falling limply.

Noel wished to pursue, but his face turned extremely pale, features almost twisted in pain, but he still maintained an elegant composure.

Only his violently trembling fingers revealed the extreme pain he was enduring.

"Cough... cough!" It felt as if bugs and ants were crawling and gnawing on his spine, a concentrated pain in his chest, exposed skin both burning and painful, no longer feeling hunger but hearing his stomach growling, accompanied by a teeth-chattering cold...

Such despairing pain.

Noel gritted his teeth to maintain his expression, no longer caring about Lü Shu falling, his hand reaching towards Su Ming’an. His most important target was Su Ming’an’s "Devour" authority.

At this time, it was Su Rin silently flying with an unconscious Su Ming’an.

Noel, enduring the pain, spoke in a soft and pleasant voice, like a brother telling a bedtime story to a child:

"[The dark and quiet waves sleep under the stars.]"

A strong suction rose from Noel’s palm, like a deep black hole.

Black frost and snow floated around Noel.

"[The pure Ophelia is like a blooming lily.]"

——This is the Seventh Thrones, the Master of Eternity’s battle style.

By chanting poetry, ballads, and stories, transforming eternal memories into real attacks. Though he is childish, he surprisingly loves reading books.

Su Rin’s body paused, sensing a terrifying suction dragging him towards Noel. He immediately swung a sword; instantly clouds roiled, mountains shook, but the suction didn’t decrease in the least.

Stars sing in chorus, myriad sounds resonating. Huge green eyes gazed at Su Rin holding Su Ming’an, as if coveting a feast.

...

["Dad, Mom, after the fox left the pit, where did it go? Did it successfully save everyone in the pit?"]

["Noel, do you like such fairy tales? Daddy and Mommy can tell you a few more, okay?"]

["Why didn’t you continue telling the fox’s story later? This fairy tale is not finished yet."]

["Noel, Mommy only just saw the ending of this fairy tale, you wouldn’t like to hear it, let’s switch to a more beautiful tale, shall we?"]

...

"...No." Noel whispered softly:

A blooming white lily unfolded in his palm.

"[A bird trembles and rustles in its nest,]"

"[Mystical songs descend from the golden stars.]"

Golden stars flashed behind Noel, transforming into golden gun muzzles, accumulating boiling heat energy.

Su Rin’s entire body erupted in flames, snapping his fingers, golden lightning flickered in the sky. He was about to fight with all his might when he suddenly saw a cat.

A red bird carrying a black cat leapt onto Su Ming’an’s chest, shaking its head.

"What does this mean?" Su Rin didn’t understand cat language.

The black cat meowed a few times, padded around, raised a paw, and pressed against Su Rin’s chest, pushing back.

"...I see." Su Rin said.

The cat’s owner’s intention... was for Su Rin to stay away.

Su Rin remained silent for a moment, glanced once more at Su Ming’an’s pale cheeks, then retrieved the redemption ticket from his inner pocket, tore off the stub along the perforation line, and placed it into Su Ming’an’s black coat pocket.

This signifies——the "God" above the clouds has forgiven your sins.

"With this redemption ticket, I forgive your sins. May the deity’s mercy and grace be with you." Su Rin’s head throbbed with pain, recalling his childhood memories, imitating those sitting in confessionals, slowly lowering his gaze, pressing the redemption ticket, he spoke:

"I forgive you for all your wrongdoings. May you receive holy forgiveness and redemption. May the Lord’s grace accompany you, guiding you towards goodness... May you bathe in light and walk in peace in your next life."

When Su Rin was a child, he heard such words of forgiveness in church, and he solemnly prayed to the Cloud City God for small matters like secretly eating a piece of grilled meat, forgetting to do homework, or skipping breakfast to buy toy ships.

Fate turned, and today he himself was forgiving the original Cloud City God.

Su Rin lowered his eyes, his voice gentle and deep. It was the voice he typically used when issuing oracles; every devout Bishop of Pulaya had heard it and felt genuinely honored and holy. Yet, this time the voice was slightly different.

Even Su Rin himself couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was different. Perhaps it was because a deity shouldn’t forgive another deity.

Soon thereafter, he lightly let go.

Since Su Ming’an had given him the redemption ticket.

He had to go through the motions, right?

He quietly injected a bit of life force and then released his grip.

In the next instant, a black swallow was pulled afar.

...

Noel’s figure flickered, finally grasping Su Ming’an’s shoulder.

Very light.

The black-haired youth, now a pure energy body, seemed like a piece of clean crystal, his flesh and blood turning into scattered light points, like a snowman about to melt.

"So cold." Noel touched the shoulder, his hand instantly chilled, even compared to the bitter cold left by Lü Shu’s curse, this touch was colder. He shook his hand, put on white gloves, and grabbed Su Ming’an’s shoulder tightly:

"So cold... Su Ming’an."

Su Ming’an was already devoid of warmth.