It was completely impossible to see clearly, just as the saying goes, mortals could not look directly at the true appearance of God, and even at this moment, it was not only Okein figure and voice that were gradually fading away, but also Su'er consciousness.
Returning from a world under the mirror.
Magnificent and shining bubbles, in this unforgettable haze, Su'er saw more and more clearly that only Okein bright and unignorable eyes were left.
"The world doesn't matter at all, just like the humans in your world, digging, smashing, dissolving, using up everything that can be used, and then going to the other side of the unknown starry sky... Is there anything better than this?! Hahahahaha!"
The God's Fire Furnace that penetrated the sky and the earth erupted with flames as gorgeous as fireworks, swallowing and spitting out terrifying heat, Surging with the heroic laughter that spread farther and farther. This was the spectacular scene that Su'er saw when he broke through the film and overlapped with reality.
"Hey!!", not wanting to miss anything, or wanting to gain and leave something, when he was about to leave this short-lived small world, Su'er couldn't help but shout at the gradually receding figure with all his might, "Okein!!! How can we get the power to let humans stand up straight and Survive in such a war!?"
The question that almost gave up hope, the ending point was also unwillingness.
In the transparent flow of flames that illuminated the dark underground city filled with the light of the spirit, Su'er finally heard the answer that seemed to come from the other side of the world at the last moment.
[... Go to the island in the east...]
[... There may be... the answer...]
Then, everything returned to darkness.
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The sound of whistling wind gradually came to his ears, and the frenzied airflow covered Su'er mouth and nose, making it almost impossible for him to breathe fresh air.
He suddenly opened his eyes, as if he stood up from the water. Those faint sounds were amplified out of thin air. Su'er hadn't even reacted until he felt a tearing pain in his fingers.
He was still falling.
His palms were still tightly clenched on the steel pipe that had not yet fallen off the essence. He even rolled in the air as the inactivated essence collided with various buildings during the fall, luckily avoiding the debris that would slice him into pieces with just a slight touch.
Everything about the meeting with Okein was still in his mind, including the pain on his back that had disappeared at this moment, which reminded Su'er that everything that happened before was not a dream.
The only question is - why didn't you, the great god Okein, send him and Think to the side of the submarine when you sent them out! ! !
Is it really sent back to where it came from! ! !
Tears could not help flowing from his eyes due to the stimulation of the fierce wind. Su'er turned his head to look for Think presence.
Right beside him.
Even as if he was still immersed in a dream, the elf with light golden hair was still falling freely with gravity with his eyes closed, and his relaxed arms were swinging freely with the wind.
"Think!!!", Su'er was a little bit overwhelmed. He shouted at the Elf, not knowing whether his voice could reach them.
"Ah~, are you finally getting anxious?" Although it was in the whistling air, Think voice was accurately and clearly transmitted to Su'er ears.
The next moment, Think suddenly opened her eyes, just slightly moved sideways in the air to Su'er side and grabbed his hand.
"Let go."
The next moment after Think words came, Su'er obediently let go of the hand that was tightly holding the steel pipe, and fluttered like a kite, relying on Think hand to prevent himself from being thrown out and falling on the Surounding steel walls into a pile of minced meat, but this was not the end.
Stepping lightly on the top of the essence, Think casually turned his head to avoid the light emitted by the chasing Dwarf species, then half squatted down, and pressed one hand hard on the Surface of the essence.
The overlapping green magic arrays exploded like an avalanche. Just by looking at it, people could not doubt the power it represented. The huge Elf were condensing, and even the Dwarf who jumped up from the lower level changed their faces and hurriedly avoided the existence of the two people.
As if wrapped layer by layer of snacks, the magic drawn by Think with this huge elf intertwined with each other and turned into the most complicated spider web, which was completely entangled on the Surface of the essence.
"Hold on tight~, Mr. Monkey~", standing up straight again, Think looked up at the Dwarf who was still floating in the air and looking at him and Su'er with a stern face, and said with a smile: "The only chance to Survive is now~"
Accumulating strength, the next moment, Think took Su'er and soared into the sky like a sharp arrow, without any obstruction, even those Dwarf returning from below still went to intercept the inactivated essence that was densely wrapped by the magic of the Elf.
Lóni was still up there.
For them, this reason was enough.
A man trusted by the entire race.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
This speed definitely exceeded the speed of sound, Su'er was screaming completely instinctively, the Surounding environment had been distorted and transformed into a bizarre world, and he subconsciously hugged Think, but this time Think did not throw him aside in disgust.
Bang! ! !
Holding the lightsaber made by the spirit, she clashed with the sharp blade cut by Lóni. There was no dialogue, but both Think and Lóni knew clearly that the hastily made spiritual equipment in Lóni hand could not stop Think from leaving.
Lóni swallowed the fact that he witnessed the Elf escaping from his nest.
Such a clearly foreseeable result would not only not comfort Lóni, but would only make him more angry.
"Get down...!!!"
He had completely stopped thinking about post-war reconstruction. Even this steel city was shaking and deforming. The steel sky covering the sky was spreading, and different buildings were twisting and twisting. A pair of extremely huge steel palms with yellow light on the Surface of the engraving technique gathered in the air with a whistling wind, as if to directly confine the small figures of Su'er and Think in these steel arms.
The 'sky' is closing, and growing on the 'earth' are countless iron nets that rise up into the sky like fences. Even the air cannot escape, and everything is confined here.