Chapter 437: Lost Paradise

It was as if an angel from legend had suddenly descended.

Those figures had wings of light growing behind them, their faces as handsome as works of art, holding knives, swords, and long spears, chasing and galloping over. The weapons in their hands often swung casually, cutting deep indentations into the ground, or triggering impacts and explosions like artillery fire.

On the ground, a tattered convoy was running in vain, occasionally firing guns or lifting RPGs to counterattack, but to no avail.

Bullets flew out, hitting the angels' faces, at most causing them to stumble.

Not even breaking their defense.

They could only delay in vain, but could not escape the figures constantly diving down from the firmament.

The foremost angel dived straight down, easily tearing through the carriage where Ji Jue was, peering inside. The moment it saw Wen Wen and Ji Jue, a pair of golden pupils instantly turned scarlet.

—————【Enemy of God】, discovered!

Without hesitation, it pounced in.

And immediately after... how it came in, it went out.

To be precise, it was not quite the same.

The head was gone.

Wen Wen threw a punch, and the angel that broke in was like an egg hitting a stone head-on, instantly bursting and flying backward.

Ji Jue could vaguely see that headless, incomplete corpse rolling in the wind, falling to the ground, but soon, actually, climbed up again.

The head grew back rapidly.

Actually didn't die from one punch.!

On the distorted skull, the eyes that had fallen out of the sockets were still staring fixedly at the direction they were leaving, screaming sharply, calling for companions.

"Don't relax your vigilance, accelerate."

Wen Wen knocked on the cabin board of the driver's cab, urging, shouting into the walkie-talkie: "Everyone else disperse, I'll be the bait here, don't fight these things head-on, gather at point four after confirming safety!"

Responses rang out one after another.

On the wilderness, those tattered vehicles scattered rapidly, going in all directions.

Only a few remained, head to tail, continuing forward.

"What exactly is that?" Ji Jue frowned.

"What else could it be? A bunch of mad dogs addicted to bliss, hounds in the literal sense."

Wen Wen's expression was gloomy, but after getting used to her mature appearance, looking at the girl's slightly immature cheeks at this moment, he felt a sense of dislocation and strangeness.

But there were too many strange things, Sister Wen who suddenly shrank into a little girl, and himself who turned into a petrified human stick...

In these short few seconds, Ji Jue had already checked himself again—blessing, matrix, had all lost response, no, it was as if they had never existed.

Normal, in this fake dream, everyone manifests as consciousness, blessings and matrices simply cannot be brought in, and even the abilities one has awakened become sluggish.

Not to mention, his own state was incomplete.

Wait, since it manifests as consciousness, it means...

"Can't be killed?" Ji Jue was shocked.

Wen Wen looked back in bewilderment, not expecting Ji Jue to be able to find the point so quickly.

"Correct."

She nodded, sighing: "In here, everyone cannot be killed... even if they die, they

will regenerate elsewhere, but sometimes, not being able to die is more terrifying than death."

Death is sometimes not terrifying.

Facing the cruel reality, dying is sometimes the simplest way to say goodbye.

But if you can't choose death, you have to face hell forever...

"Time—————"

Amidst the violent jolting, Ji Jue discovered a more important problem: "How long has time passed?"

How much time did he spend in the dream? And how long had passed in this phantasm?

"Time has no meaning here."

Wen Wen shook her head tiredly: "Ten years? Twenty years? Can't remember clearly... By the way, your things, almost forgot, this needs to be returned to you."

She pulled open her collar, pulled out a necklace from under the neckline, and hung it on Ji Jue's neck.

"Thanks to it, otherwise I wouldn't even know where you were locked up, and wouldn't even be able to save you."

On the small chain hung a crystal-clear crystal, as if preserved close to the body for a long time, carrying a familiar smell and breath, but at this moment, Ji Jue couldn't feel any romantic atmosphere.

All he could smell was the smell of blood.

And the scarlet spreading from under her collar, blood, wounds, and cracks on her arms, traces of burning, faintly carrying black blood winding down from her fingertips.

"Small problem, just get used to it."

Wen Wen noticed his gaze, grinned slightly, not caring at all.

The small crystal landed on Ji Jue's body, instantly, as if melting, disappearing without a trace, but at that instant, Ji Jue felt an inexplicable fullness and tranquility.

As if, he was replenished.

Complete once again.

—————【Chunjun】!

"So you were here?"

Ji Jue realized.

Accompanied by spiritual quality flowing into his soul, a large amount of memory also returned, and all the missing parts in his memory were replenished. And as his consciousness became more complete, his broken body seemed to gradually fill out. The state that was once fragile and ready to shatter stabilized again, and the cracks on his face and chest were still healing.

Regrettably, he still couldn't feel the blessing.

It was the self-nature soul of his own soul, protecting Ji Jue's soul and consciousness 24 hours a day without dead ends.

Similarly, when necessary, it replaced Ji Jue to make crucial choices!

When Chunjun determined that it could not intercept the attraction of the Huangliang remains, it did not hesitate to detach itself from Ji Jue's soul and turn to Wen Wen.

Even, it extracted a part of his crucial memories, avoiding the leakage of information, making Ji Jue incomplete.

Similarly, it is precisely because of this incompleteness that, within the reflection of the dream, everything that occurred became plausible yet distorted, thereby allowing Ji Jue to find the flaw and awaken once more.

Otherwise, Ji Jue didn't dare to think, if the parts of the Sin Demon and many messy Sin-Tainted alchemy techniques were there, how outrageous his dream would have been!

And it was precisely by relying on the resonance between Chunjun and Ji Jue that Wen Wen was able to find Ji Jue's trail from the long wandering and extend crucial help.

At this moment, accompanied by the return of Chunjun, the world in Ji Jue's perception became clearer and clearer. Even, at the moment of full concentration, he could see the traces of desires and spiritual quality flowing in the phantasm dream through the appearance, and even, it seemed he could reach out and...

Boom!!!

The earth suddenly shook, like a blanket, wrinkling and bulging.

The sound of screaming rang out.

Above the dark sky, the clouds shattered, and a brilliant golden light shone straight down. Wherever it passed, it cut a deep rift from the barren earth.

Lightly, it passed through the center of the remaining convoy.

Amidst the screaming, a car was instantly evaporated, broken in the middle. The truck at the very back slammed on the brakes frantically, stopping dangerously on the edge of the deep valley.

Then, a few disheveled figures climbed out from within.

Soon, they were stepped on by a few angels descending from the sky. The giant-like angels lowered their eyes contemptuously, the long spears in their hands piercing down mercilessly.

Wailing rang out, so shrill.

It was as if deliberately showing these survivors, the person pierced by the long spear convulsed rapidly, twitching, as if being emptied, shriveled, collapsed, turning into flying ash.

And on the gorgeous decorations of the long spear, an additional twisted face of eternal wailing appeared.

"Big sister, they caught up again!"

From the walkie-talkie, a panicked voice came: "We're out of gas."

Wen Wen was silent for a moment, making up her mind: "I'll just..."

"No, don't stop."

The voice on the other end trembled, "I, I... still have one stake!"

"Ahye!" In the driver's cab came a terrified voice, like a trembling female voice: "Wait, don't..."

"...... Farewell, Linka."

In the modified car following the lead car, behind the broken window, the man with a full beard seemed to grin, offering a flying kiss toward the front.

Slammed the brakes.

Then, the entire truck was severed at the waist.

The driver who rolled out was pulled up by an angel, pinched by the neck, tightening inch by inch. His face flushed red, struggling in vain, but suddenly the corners of his mouth hooked up.

As if, he was smiling.

A wooden stake hidden in his arms was pulled out and stabbed into the angel's arm. Instantly, the brilliance dimmed rapidly, cracks spread, and the wings behind it withered.

The angel screamed, wanting to pull out the wooden stake.

But the driver pressed the final button.

Flames, firelight, soared into the sky!!!!

Instantly, the driver was torn apart, evaporating like a bubble. The wounded angel was swallowed by the flames, turning into charcoal, convulsing and twitching violently.

Soon, Ji Jue saw, amidst the rolling flames, an incomplete figure stand up again, finally, pulling out the wooden stake on its wrist.

Flesh regenerated, wings spread again.

Scarlet eyes stared fixedly at the car speeding away.

In the sky behind, one, two, three points, countless golden lights were chasing after them, the vanguard unit in hot pursuit.

Abandoning himself in vain, delaying for less than a minute.

From the driver's cab came the sound of choking and sobbing, until finally, it could no longer be suppressed, beating the steering wheel, wailing in pain.

Wen Wen's eyes drooped, biting her teeth fixedly.

The remaining carriage board in her hand twisted, shattered, and was kneaded into an iron ball.

Made up her mind.

Finally, she looked back at Ji Jue, nodded with a smile, as if saying goodbye.

"Linka, don't stop."

She picked up the walkie-talkie and said softly to the person in the driver's cab: "Run, take him, don't worry about me."

"...... Big sister?!"

"Don't worry, this few people can't do anything to me, I will gather with you."

Wen Wen moved her wrist, smiled freely: "Everyone's sacrifice will not be meaningless."

Boom!

The female angel diving down stopped in mid-air, her head, was gripped.

Pinched.

Struggling in vain.

At this moment, clearly falling into the enemy's hands, but on that face, there was no fear at all, instead, she was eager to try, excited and flushed, looking at her hungrily.

Moaning with excitement.

The smile on Wen Wen's face gradually dissipated, leaving only indifference: "No matter how many times, seeing you monsters..."

"————makes me want to vomit with disgust!"

Snap!

The head shattered between the contracting fingers, bone fragments and brain matter splattered, and the long spear in her hand had already been gripped by Wen Wen.

Thus, holding the corpse upside down, she jumped off the car.

Stepped on the earth, lifted her head, staring at the angels pouncing over. The long spear shrieked, vibrating, and with a flick of her hand, she threw it out fiercely.

Thunder exploded, airwaves spread.

Blood rain fell, and the three pierced were instantly torn apart, flesh and bone turning into mud.

There were more, but more was useless!

Even without the blessing, even having lost the matrix, the moment that slender, thin body gripped her fist, the pure power that could break through anything manifested from within.

Crushing one angel after another into powder, and more angels who wanted to bypass her and chase after them were also blown into powder by the thrown weapons.

It was simply like...

Superman!

But at that instant, Wen Wen flew backward.

On the ground, she drew a deep trench, rolling, smashing into the mountain rocks, vomiting blood.

Above the firmament, fierce light spread, a gorgeous door slowly opened. In the brilliant golden light, holy songs played, and then, a massive, burly figure appeared from behind the door.

"Heaven, Heavenly General..."

From the walkie-talkie, panicked shouts came, full of despair and hysteria.

Behind the door, the Heavenly General's hand reached out.

Toward Wen Wen, it smashed down with a fist!

Just like crushing a tiny ant.

But soon, she stood up again, just like usual.

Not caring at all, hooking her finger toward the firmament.

"Come!"

The Heavenly General's fist fell again, like a storm of airwaves spreading, turning into a frenzy shrouding the earth, overturning who knows how many insignificant dust and weeds.

Even the car Ji Jue was in flew up like a withered leaf, fell, rolled, and shattered completely.

Amidst dizziness and pain, his vision went dark.

Hard to breathe.

Flames were spreading, he was trapped in the truck bed, unable to move, but in the trance, he heard the sound of choking. A hand grabbed him, pulling, crawling out staggeringly.

Opening her mouth to call out a strange name time and again, hoarsely shouting, but there was no response.

Until finally, completely desperate.

Couldn't hold back the tears anymore.

"It's all you! It's all because of you!"

Linka abandoned Ji Jue, pulling his collar: "Fucking speak, speak! Why! Aren't you a demon! Aren't you an enemy of God!

Do something!"

"Do you know how many people sacrificed because of you!" Linka wailed, choking: "My brother, my uncle, and Ahye, they, all of them, all of them have already..."

Ji Jue was silent.

Looking at her, expressionless.

Rather than indifference, it was more like, unmoved.

From beginning to end, calm as dead water.

Crying? Any use?

Ji Jue withdrew his gaze, glancing at those angels chasing over: "Instead of saving your strength to accuse me, you'd better use it on the enemy."

Linka was dull, wanting to roar but unable to speak.

Immediately after, she heard the voice beside her.

"Gun."

Ji Jue said: "Pick up the gun."

Gun?

Linka almost laughed, looking at the weapon at her waist that could at most serve as comfort

, almost unable to control her anger.

Is this kind of thing useful?!

But being looked at by those eyes, she couldn't help but be dull.

Calm, indifferent, just like looking at materials on a table, without the slightest emotion, naturally giving orders, as if she should obey.

But when she came to her senses, her body had already instinctively taken action.

Subconsciously, she pulled out the gun.

"Right, correct, that's it, keep the hatred, keep the despair—think about the people you lost, your family, your lover, everything you have..."

Words like a devil came from her ear, with the coldness and seduction of a snake, just like invisible fingers, rudely pressing on the wound in her heart, squeezing out more blood.

But in her consciousness, a black hole seemed to appear.

Pain, sadness, hatred, anger, all were sucked away, not a drop left.

"Very good."

Ji Jue sighed softly, lifting his incomplete arm.

For a moment, in the trance, Linka seemed to see, on that broken elbow, a palm appearing for an instant, the vague outline changing.

The nothingness finger of spiritual quality, toward the pistol, lightly pointed.

Touched and separated.

"Fire."

Linka heard the voice.

Pulled the trigger.

Then immediately after... was the high-pitched roar that erupted suddenly amidst the storm and loud noise, like thunder from the high sky descending, shaking everything in the dust world.

The pistol shattered instantly, disintegrating into dust.

Blood flowed from Linka's cut palm, deep to the bone.

But she had no time to care about these minor details.

Heaven, earth, all things, everything, fell into silence.

Lifting her head dully, staring, witnessing that dream-like flash of light, leaping out from the barrel, lightly piercing through the angel rushing at the front, crookedly, rising into the sky.

Cutting the whole world into two.

Then immediately after, terrified shouts and screams rang out suddenly, one after another.

Hard to understand, what exactly happened...

Unable to believe everything seen before their eyes!

Right in everyone's eyes, an angel rushing at the front, an immortal messenger of God, stopped forever in mid-air.

Maintaining a fanatical and ferocious smile.

? ￠o

Just like that, inch by inch, turned into flying ash!

When the breeze blew, the angel was gone, no trace left.

Dead.

The noble messenger of God, immortal, the angel that could not be killed or stopped, actually died?!

All angels could feel that the companion who was hit had thoroughly annihilated, with no possibility of rebirth or reshaping...

It was as if, from the beginning, it had never existed in this world!

In the momentary dullness, the solemn and cold angels, as if finally waking from the immortal dream, once again, saw death close at hand, swallowed by the chill erupting from their souls.

Falling into chaos like headless flies.

Some stopped in place in terror, frantically pulling up altitude, even, without hesitation, wanting to escape.

Only half a broken wing of light, with scarlet flames, fell to the ground from the burning, thoroughly turning into nothingness.

Dead silence.

In the dead silence, Linka turned her head stiffly, looking behind her, finally seeing Ji Jue, his face, his expression.

That wisp of mocking smile.

Just like a real devil, sitting in hell, admiring the embarrassed appearance of the gods falling from the high sky.

Laughing silently. ===== CHAPTER 438 =====