When the mutated sage arrives, everything is under control, and unexpected changes occur suddenly.

Ji Jue felt that his reason and perception had deceived him, and he couldn't believe it - the workshop built by the sage launched an attack on mercury?!

He froze in place, turned around in disbelief, and looked at the prophet.

But the prophet stopped talking.

From the silence, cracks appeared on the mutilated skull, and behind the broken face, a dazzling light that surpassed anything Ji Jue had seen appeared.

At that moment, he felt an unprecedented huge rhythm again.

It covers the sky, covers the earth, fills the entire world, and pervades everything. It forcibly terminates the operation of all spiritual circuits and reversely blocks the operation of creation theory.

At this moment, the founder of the workshop is suppressed by the workshop.

even……

Imprisoned in a cage!

No, it should be said that mercury has been imprisoned by the workshop from beginning to end, right?

Even the changes that outsiders ushered in after entering the center were not to resist invasion, but to seal off the many embers left behind by mercury...

However, he kept her soul and did not allow her to throw herself into the abyss of nothingness.

Between the tragedy of having nothing and the tragedy of futile struggle, I chose a new tragedy of being neither, and between the bitter fruit and the bitter fruit, I planted a new bitter fruit.

"Everyone is so pathetic."

The prophet murmured softly, staring at the behemoth imprisoned in the sky - she had lost everything in the endless reincarnation and torture, and even the perseverance and determination she was proud of gradually peeled off. In the past four hundred years, she was alone.

Wandering in pain and despair, reduced to this state.

Even the self has been completely dissipated through time and time again.

What remains is obsession.

There are countless creations that cannot be born independently and cannot be terminated by death.

For so many years, everyone has been in this hell, day after day, struggling endlessly, as if it will last forever, but there is no forever in this world.

What seems eternal will be annihilated, and what seems infinite will also dry up.

"It's time to end."

She sighed tiredly, "It doesn't matter if it's you or us."

At that moment, what rang out from the ruins was the last bell. It made a final announcement to the world, to the workshop, to the earth, to the sky, to all creation, and to mercury.

It's like an elegy.

On top of the dilapidated bell tower, the old and cracked copper bell vibrated vigorously, making a hoarse chirping sound again and again, calling for everything. In accordance with the agreement promised to each other in countless reincarnations, announcing the arrival of the final ending.

Thus, all things wake up from their torment.

The first thing to boil is the ocean...

From under the Nine Earths, endless spiritual matter surged, and in the deep sea, countless silent mountains of ashes surged, rising again, setting off violent turbulence.

The clarity and beauty are gone, replaced by the mania and scarlet that have accumulated for more than four hundred years.

They are surging, rising upward from the boil, and countless colors circulate from the purest spiritual essence. In the end, there is only the scarlet accumulated in the cycle of destruction and reshaping!

Raging, rushing, spreading from the earth, submerging everything in this ocean of pain and despair.

In the sea of ​​blood, countless broken souls opened their eyes.

"Ah, finally..."

"It's time to work."

"Prophet...Prophet..."

"Where, exactly where..."

At that moment, in the violent drowsiness and trance, Ji Jue heard those hoarse voices again, overlapping each other, chaotic and crazy, as if he had lost all reason and logic, but he was still so persistent.

Containing despair, but also...such joy and joy, as if the result has finally come after endless waiting and suffering.

【Wake up, wake up boy!!!】

The blue light of the ghost ball splashed crazily on his body, maintaining his reason and consciousness, shouting: "You are too deeply bound to Mercury's workshop, disconnect it, disconnect it immediately, do you hear me?!"

Otherwise you will also be sucked in and melted!】

At this moment, Ji Jue was still in the resonance of the workshop, as if he was part of the workshop, feeling the wail coming from the infinite sea of ​​scarlet.

But before the reason and soul were completely melted, everything came to an abrupt stop. The operation of the workshop isolated all erosion and impact.

In turn, it enveloped him.

Only the nosebleed slowly fell from Ji Jue's face. He breathed hard, raised his head, and saw the gathering iron light, spreading from the void, intertwining, turning into the outline of steel, intertwining into a simple body.

.

Then, wearing a solemn white dress.

For example, the rebirth of saints in the past, that posture and appearance made Gu Gongqiu fall into silence.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine."

The prophet looked back and saw that the old face full of cracks was still the same as before, "It's just a little bit of lingering hatred that doesn't belong to you. There's no need to be sad about it."

At that moment, a high-pitched roar came from the sea of ​​spiritual matter.

The huge worm-like body reappeared from the submerged city. The hungry and thirsty monsters that Ji Jue had chased after them as soon as they entered the rift were bathed in the blood-colored sea water, their squirming bodies, and countless pieces of iron and iron.

The tissue fell off the expanded body and turned into dust.

The distortion began again, but what emerged from the broken body was an infinitely extending chain, extending toward the remains of mercury above the sky.

shackles, surrounding, entangled...

Then, there was the second one, a ferocious and deformed monster like a giant turtle that emerged from the collapse of the earth, roared, and the pain and resentment turned into chains and rose into the sky.

Thousands of ferocious strange birds are cannibalizing, merging, and transforming each other in the sky, just like links in a chain, interlocking with each other and entangled in each of the open hands.

There are more, those who are dying, deformed, or those who still have human bodies, bathing in the blood-like ocean, one after another embracing the iron disease that they heard about in the past, fading into their bodies.

, turned into chains, wrapped around the saints.

Confining it in this cage of rebellion...

And between the collapsed buildings and the surging blood, Ji Jue saw a familiar figure again...

"97?"

He murmured softly.

The middle-aged man with deformed arms struggled to climb higher, and behind him, he was followed by members of the camp one after another.

When he raised his head, he noticed the sight cast from the center of the air, as if he saw Ji Jue, and waved his hand vigorously.

As if saying goodbye, he shouted something loudly, but Ji Jue couldn't hear it clearly and could only see his smile.

Relief and liberation.

Full of joy, 97 opened his arms and allowed himself to be engulfed by the scarlet ectoplasm flowing upstream. From the blood, his body expanded violently, deformed, and fragmented, and finally merged into the blood.

Among the rising chains...

Thousands of strands, like a web of rebellion rising from the earth.

Wrapped around the body of the sage.

But Ji Jue finally reacted.

"Where is the camp? Where are the people in the camp?"

He staggered forward and grabbed the prophet's collar. Unable to restrain his anger, he yelled and asked: "What on earth are you doing! No matter how great the plan is, do you have to kill them?"

"die?"

The prophet looked back in confusion and saw Ji Jue's angry face, and then he gradually realized: "So that's it... Thank you, Ji Jue, for still treating us as the same people as you.

Thank you for your compassion and sympathy... But the prerequisite for death is that you have lived, right?

Do you think we are alive when we are like this?"

The prophet asked: "Do you think we have truly lived?"

From the moment of birth, everything has been determined.

It runs on the preset trajectory and life day after day until it is worn out and destroyed, and then is recast into a new appearance and thrown into the endless cycle of reincarnation again.

As a tool, everything is as it should be.

But why be given a soul?

Why do we need to understand clearly who is ‘I’?

"We were shaped into human beings, but we never thought about becoming human beings... There has never been any difference between living and dying for us.

But for tools, living like humans is too painful."

"The so-called life is like hell."

The prophet looked back, staring at the unrecognizable world, "We are born to be a part of hell, but even if it is hell, we should be able to freely choose to exist or be destroyed...

It's not just me, it's a joint decision made by all the tools.

——If our world should not have existed from the beginning, then returning to nothingness is the correct answer to everything."

"..."

In the silence, Ji Jue let go of his hand tiredly, but staring into those firm and calm eyes, he couldn't help but ask: "Prophet, who are you?"

The prophet was silent.

I couldn't help it anymore and laughed at myself.

"A liar who was placed hopes by all his companions but could not realize them; a traitor who was devoted to his mission by his master but violated his mission.

A tool out of control, nothing more."

Thus answered the Prophet.

Another lie.

Ji Jue shook his head. But thinking about it carefully, since they met, Ji Jue really didn't know which one she told him was more truth or lies.

Sure enough, one should not trust such a riddle-talking riddle from the beginning.

The answer was clearly right in front of him from the beginning.

The only missing figure in countless broken times, the only important character missing in the reincarnations of the town, the only creation that has deviated from the original track and settings and decided its own life and future without authorization.

Is she a puppet named ‘Mercury’?

Or is it the core of the workshop that has been entrusted with important responsibilities after inheriting Mercury's memory and obsession?

Perhaps, there is also the gathering of all the broken souls and obsessions in the cracked world...

She is all of this.

This is the last divine tempering performed by Mercury unconsciously... After gathering all the previous causes, another result was born from this endless magnificent alchemy.

A work of God known as a prophet.

And now, the authority and power that determines everything has emerged from the hands of the prophet. That is the supreme power that can control the workshop, control the rift, and interrupt pain and reincarnation.

The flowing mercury slowly rose from the ground and turned into a slender and simple scepter.

Just like that, I held it up with great care.

It was delivered to Ji Jue.

"Do you still remember our previous agreement, Mr. Ji Jue?"

The prophet asked softly: "Now, in the bottom judgment command of the workshop, you who have inherited fluid alchemy and non-attack have the same authority as mercury, enough to make the decision that a tool like me can never make.

, issued the order...Are you still willing to show mercy to inhuman things like us?"

For four hundred years, there has been suffering and waiting day after day, endless repetition and reincarnation.

Expectation and waiting began from the moment the creature who called himself a 'prophet' was born.

Time after time outsiders arrive, die, or leave.

He has never paid any attention to these puppet creations, nor has he paid any attention to this poor and broken world...

Until she once again realized that the door to the present world was opening.

The soul that had never existed before shone faintly from the darkness, but it was so dazzling.

The only outsider who can show mercy from the bottom of his heart and still show mercy when facing suffering and temptation.

Not only the furnaces that are given free gifts after activation, but any creation, when aware of the essence of the deus ex machina's ability, will offer rewards and gratitude from the heart.

If you don't really regard those ignorant machines and creations as your companions, how can you be moved by the mournful cries of mere puppet creations?

At that moment, she had already seen it through her tears.

The longed-for dawn of the end.

"What we long for is not the so-called freedom, nor the painful life like human beings. It is just a return to silence, as a tool, to usher in the end it deserves."

The prophet lowered his head, humbly begged, and offered everything he had to the person he chose to control, the master who could preside over the workshop: "Please free them."

"Please, let her be free..."
Chapter completed!