Chapter: 2549

Backlund, East Borough, in a cramped rental house.

Klein, who was wearing a thicker jacket, stood behind the desk, looking at the glass window in front of him, carefully sensing the speed at which the magic potion of the "Crafting Mage" was digested.

"It's really fast, it's more than what I digested in the previous three months... However, this is something I can't help. Before I get the 'Life Cane', I can't heal enough. I have to care about the heart of the frightened person. Whether you can bear it or not, you won't be able to go to the hospital to make urban ghost stories...

"Similarly, if the war did not break out, it would be very difficult to find other demigods. Most of the demigods who can determine their whereabouts are in their own homeland. If they want to invade quietly and create a sense of strange horror, it is necessary to transform innocent people into marionettes. I have no other choice, and I won't consider it..." Klein turned his attention away from himself, and sighed a few words silently.

He then repeated a word in his mind

"war��"

At this time, there were still street lamps shining in the distance, and the eastern district was already pitch black, except for occasional police patrolling with lanterns.

In the past, these policemen would not be so active at all, but now because of the outbreak of war, corresponding prohibitions must be enforced to ensure good law and order.

"War..." Klein whispered the word again, and saw part of the ending in a trance

King George III of Loen finally broke through the shackles, no longer worried about which of the seven gods would forcefully stop him, and he could officially advance the various rituals of the "Dark Emperor". The next step is mainly to look at himself, or himself, As long as he can withstand the impact brought by the potion, as long as he can maintain the necessary rationality, then he will ascend to the position of God and be promoted to Sequence 0;

With the help of such a war that could affect the whole world, the Einhorn family of Fusac allowed key members to digest the potion greatly, and prepared the corresponding ceremony without too much difficulty, and the overall strength will be raised to another level;

Amon's brother, in the turbulent tide of this era, took the magic medicine, transformed, and became a "visionary", adding another true god to this world...

While his thoughts were floating, Klein suddenly had a question in his mind.

"Do you accept this ending?"

Do you accept such an ending... Klein opened his mouth, then slowly closed it. Everything he saw seemed to have penetrated the constraints of time and distance, returning to the past, to another place

It was a heavy, slightly pungent and choking, icy cold and moist smog that permeated the entire Backlund, pale yellow with a hint of iron black;

He was a tramp who was slowly approaching death from disease, hunger, pain, and cold, and was struggling to survive. He squeezed himself desperately for a piece of food and some rewards, and he didn't dare to be lazy at all. Finally, he saw the truth of life. Dawn, bought the ham I had been longing for for a long time, but fell headlong in the hazy haze and never got up again;

She was a hard-working widow. In order to survive and for her two children, she abandoned all decency, made herself aggressive, used foul language, and was infested with day-to-day moisture. She built a roof that could keep out the wind and rain, but in the smog, the roof collapsed, and a child she tried to protect died in her arms;

It was a girl who was eager to study, dreamed of a bright future, and loved her mother and sister. She worked in a steamy room, always carrying a little hope. However, after a big smog hit her, she Can no longer see the longed-for future;

That was a girl who was studying hard under the care of her mother and sister. She had experienced too much suffering and got out of the predicament step by step. I hoped to let the three-person family live the life they imagined, but all this was finally broken. In such a terrible haze, the girl was left alone. No matter how much pain there is, no matter how much I can't share the joy with my mother and sister, and the fantasy family life has not appeared, and there will never be again;

It was the fallen creatures one after another, one family after another, one human being after another, the pain that could never be erased, engraved in the bone marrow;

That is a student who obviously has a bright future, but only half of his body is left, and his intestines are all over the place;

It was the child who came home from school, but suddenly found that he had lost his parents and became an orphan;

That is an ordinary person who writhes in pain, crawls with difficulty, wants to get closer to the future, but is unable to swallow his last breath;

It was the people in the cemetery who were so silent that it made people feel distressed, and they cried so hard that they fainted several times;

That is the blood-stained earth;

It was the mid-air filled with gunpowder smoke;

It was a cold and merciless shell.

And the man behind the scene, the biggest murderer who is pushing and creating all of this, will step up to the throne step by step on the steps piled up with corpses, accept the cheers, and get rid of aging.

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