Capítulo 1285: Chapter 133: Twin Stars of Severed Grace and Vengeance Shine (Part 2)
“Ah… Ah…!”
Inhuman wails ca one after another, regret churning in the heart like poison. Choosing the wrong tactic, relying on a stable direction was a mistake, even if it ant invoking the Silent King’s descent, it should have been used from the start… But now it’s too late, it’s too late, the Dawn Knight’s Holy Grail only has a minute left, and shattered thoughts couldn’t find a way. The chaotic Director God was struck down, the immortality about to be broken, they were no match in direct combat, now they couldn’t write a new play. What to do? Going to die. What to do? What to do?
Going to die, death, dead… that is death…!
Situ Yi stared wide-eyed in horror, the Knight and his followers were chasing them with the burning Holy Fire. The fear of near-death made the fragnted mories uncontrollably churn, reminding him of all sorts of things from those years, mories of performing opera in his hotown, mories of fishing by the river, mories of touring the imperial capital with friends…
But all of that was leaving him, his peace could never return. Because he was going to die. He would be isolated by death, never at peace again!
“—Absolutely not!”
Situ Yi roared in agony, frantically clawing at his own face, digging with such force that pale flesh filled the gaps between his fingers. His eyes brimd with fear of death, but deeper still rooted was madness. He refused to die, death was despair, an end, the edge of an imminent sword, endless fear. He wouldn’t disappear like people two hundred years ago, forgotten in the dull dust. He wanted transcendence, he wanted to live…
He wanted to survive! To live in this mortal world!
“Absolutely not, absolutely not, absolutely not, absolutely not—!!”
The tattered grand script flipped through pages, countless pale heads vanishing into the pages. The “diverse faces of humanity” script rapidly turned to the last page, which was an unwritten blank. As the enemies rushed to the battlefield, Situ Yi suddenly stood up and fell backwards into the script. His body lted into the blank pages, he fused himself into the “diverse faces of humanity” script!
“The drama will continue, the curtain will fall, actors are endless, the music never ceases.” Situ Yi’s voice resounded like thousands shouting in unison, “The Faceless God’s script will forever be written until it records everything in the world… No one can escape from His theater!!!”
As the pages turned, a frenzied suction suddenly appeared, pulling Gongsun Ce and Alandia who drove over, and Macrow, arriving later, hurriedly raised flas to protect the two weakened by the earlier explosion. This force of suction was frenzied as if mourning a dying god, and this ti even the broken Divine Theater itself was pulled in, the colorful threads forming the city lost their color in the gale, the pale city returning as a Cinderella that lost its magic. Everything, tangible and intangible, was sucked into the script, mutating, twisted, and falling with Situ Yi!
“Recording the script, preparing props, setting the stage, inserting identities, arranging plots, designing dialogues, directing anew, directing anew, directing anew—!”
In the thin mist, mad whispers echoed, the Faceless God’s script dissolved in his extre emotions, transforming into the basic threads assembling the theater. Countless threads entwined into a slender human form, and innurable faces like scars grew on the pale body. That human form was as tall as the forr top of the theater, the Director’s tall hat fused with the body, forming a tadpole-like elongated head. The “face” at the front rapidly changed, sotis a sickly man, sotis a seductive woman, sotis a gloomy child, sotis a white-haired elder, each face faintly bearing Situ Yi’s forr visage.
He had fully malignantly transford, plunging into the depths of madness in desperation. When everything reached an end, he himself was twisted into a monster like a character in the play. That posture was extrely ominous, with a sinister and cold majesty, as if there truly was a god in this world, it would be the manifestation of an extrely evil god!
“I am the Faceless God… the Master of the Theater!!”
Amidst the Evil God’s deafening shriek, sinister majesty and power surged violently. Alandia’s chariot shattered under the overwhelming power gap, even Macrow’s guarding fire appeared feeble against Situ Yi’s transford might, Mo Yuankai’s heroic stance urgently extended to establish a second line of defense.
Gongsun Ce took a deep breath, feeling like an empty shell, the previous final blow had completely drained all strength. He struggled to straighten his back amidst the torrent: “Alandia, any ideas?”
“Get ready.” said the Dawn Knight, “It’s ti to seize victory unexpectedly.”
Gongsun Ce was montarily stunned by the words, then tightly clasped the woman’s hand, intertwining their fingers.
The broken cha God surged through the gale, towering like a mountain in front of them, confronting the bizarre Situ Yi. Mo Yuankai’s voice was slightly weak: “I’ll probe first, Ah Ce you guys—”
“No need to probe.” Situ Yi said.
He raised the ugly body’s hands, those hands were shockingly slender, nearly skeletal. Gray-white threads flowed out from his fingers, initiating a psychic invasion like at the start of a directional play. Nurous skills unfolded simultaneously for protection, Gongsun Ce mustered his strength, lunged forward with a sword in a surprise attack. However, his steps halted as he moved. Threads continued to pour out, increasing in volu and speed, like wind, air, vortices, like the world itself…
Everywhere, endlessly!
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