Chapter 346: I don't accept this ending!

Still quite ambitious.

The man said he wanted to take Jierte off this planet, but in reality he just wanted to get him at the smallest cost.

As the 'terrifying upright ape' of interstellar space, all cowardice is based on the foundation of 'unharmed'.

At this moment, he was still immersed in the emotion of impending bankruptcy, constantly thinking of doing something to make up for his loss.

It's obvious that he hasn't been driven to desperation yet.

But Jierte is different; even with tremendous vitality, under the constant overload of psychic energy use, his body is being gradually consumed.

In short, his HP limit keeps dropping....

'We must take him down as soon as possible..'

I have to say, the captain's manufacturing technology is really strong; even now, this engine great sword is still usable, and can even inflict damage on the opponent.

At this moment, the four-armed man opposite thought Jierte would come at him shouting about justice and rules, but he didn't expect the other side to prepare to ignore him and directly attack the orbital weapon.

"You dare!"

Let Jierte touch that thing once more, not to mention fifty years; even his sons' generation would have to be dragged over to work off the debt!

Hearing the sound of the opponent's defense breaking, Jierte's mouth curled into a smile; obviously, the opponent was panicking.

Although Knights are a bunch of single-minded folks, they're not stupid.

It's the same psychic energy—does only Jierte get a power surge? If the opponent goes berserk, he'd probably be even more terrifying than Jierte.

What's most important now is to deal with this orbital weapon capable of exterminating all life, not that powerful, miserable worker.

Jierte gathered his power and rushed toward the orbital weapon at extreme speed, preparing to launch a swift, badass attack.

But the next moment, a hand firmly grabbed his ankle and violently flung him toward the ground.

Before Jierte could react, a spear-like weapon fiercely pierced his chest, driving down from high altitude and pinning him firmly to the ground.

"You really never change your death-seeking nature!"

Jierte spat out a mouthful of blood, gripping the opponent's weapon with both hands, while the opponent had four sturdy arms and the weapon kept sinking into his chest.

"If you won't drink the toast, you'll drink the penalty!"

"Just... die!"

Jierte continued to struggle desperately, facing the opponent's contorted, strained face; he endured the pain and forced out a question.

"I... can't figure it out."

"Why.... must we die?"

Even if the experiment ended, they should have had a space to survive, even if being dragged off as slaves to work counts as being able to live on.

"Why..... why must we exterminate everyone?"

"Nonsense! If you don't die, do I have to die?!"

Jierte always felt this sentence was a bit familiar.... but now is not the time to think about that.

"You're nothing but ants! Just a bunch of pitiful creatures without even planetary sovereignty!"

"Did you take a biology class? Do you know what a culture plate is? Do you know what contaminants are!!!"

"Do you understand contaminants! You are contaminants! Need disinfection! Total extermination! Not even leaving a spore of contaminants!!!"

The weapon still pierced Jierte's heart; now he is completely relying on powerful psychic energy and vitality to forcefully sustain his life.

And hearing the opponent's words, Jierte understood, fully understood his situation.

In the gap between life and death, Jierte seemed to see countless scenes, many like a life-flashing-before-your-eyes, some strange images, and also the opponent's sin and morality.

His body still flickered with a faint golden hue.....

At this moment, Jierte suddenly understood a sentence, understood a principle.

That is.....

If killing an ant, a mosquito, a bacterium is a crime....

then each of us is a sinner.

The personification of sin and morality completely dissipated at this moment, leaving only stance and conception.

"Between life and death, you seem to have heard the mockery of some mysterious entity."

"The existence attempting to rewrite fate—is this the ending you wrote?"

"It looks like it's no different from the original ending; what have you changed?"

"Every word of His feels like a steel needle piercing your heart; although you don't know the meaning of His whisper, although you don't know what rewriting fate is, you instinctively feel unwilling."

"You're just going to accept this ending? Hah, nothing more than that."

""Of course.... I don't accept it!!!"

"You let out a shout, but that mysterious entity had already left; your shout could only be heard by yourself."

"I don't accept.... this ending...."

The Knight's third precept: Fear no death! —was successfully triggered at this moment.

Jierte's body burst forth with unprecedented psychic energy, instantly shaking off the four-armed man.

"?!!"

The frenzied psychic energy suddenly ran amok, and the warm Holy Light became scorching hot like a star.

"What the heck!"

The man was astonished beyond belief—how could a living creature wield such immense psychic energy?

And at this moment, Jierte finally became somewhat clear-headed; soon he understood what had happened.

"The Knight's.... third precept...."

This wasn't the first time he'd seen such a scene; the last time was when his aunt was in Demon Land.

The third precept is more like a choice; at this moment, this saying was fully embodied in Jierte.

And after such a state, what kind of ending it would be was already clear in Jierte's heart.

How could this concentration of spiritual energy...?

This is just a native, after all!

The four-armed man now felt like retreating; he was merely a 'security guard' working at the test field, and he was completely incapable of dealing with an enemy of this level.

It was like an unarmed thug suddenly picking up a knife, which is not something a security guard could perfectly resolve.

However, Jierte merely glanced at him, then launched a whip kick, directly sending him flying.

Afterward, he aimed his gaze at the space-based weapon in the sky.

The engine greatsword in his hand once again let out a deafening roar! And this roar far surpassed any previous one!

Fault.....

The blade had already emitted a creaking sound of unbearable strain, but the next moment that immense violent force had already been poured out.

Boom!

As a blinding light flashed across, heaven and earth fell silent for an instant, then the space-based weapon in the sky burst forth with a tremendous explosion, the whole machine was split in two.

The engine greatsword in his hand emitted a creaking sound of breaking, then fell apart piece by piece, ending its mission.

This wasn't over yet, but the entropy disaster in the distance was already approaching....

(I haven't been checking comments much lately; today I looked and saw many familiar godfathers left messages. Renshen here says sorry to everyone....)

(As for why productivity is low now, to put it bluntly, it's just that inspiration has run out. To be frank, with a little polishing of the worldview of each world, one could write a decent novel.)

(Being able to come up with so many worldviews, I consider myself somewhat of a talent; one needs novelty and also to make sure it doesn't feel jarring—these things really rack the brain, and if you disagree, you truly can't.)

(Furthermore, I deliberately didn't rest for a whole day, and Renshen truly couldn't hold up; moreover, the data keeps getting worse—this is the fate of simulator-text consistency, and low productivity is likewise the same: either output low‑quality text or lower productivity. So far I haven't seen any author who can escape this fate.)

(If I were like ordinary people, I could completely slack off and stop updating the next volume, but I don't; I most dislike works that stop updating, so even if writing is agonizing, I will keep going, at least finishing the outline I've written.)

(One chapter a day is not the limit of my hand speed but the limit of my brain; of course, if the data were still as before and the next simulation were a bit easier to write, I would still resume normal updates.)

(However, there is also good news: Renshen's next book already has inspiration; although I can't guarantee it won't flop, it does indeed alleviate a lot of my anxiety.)

(In short, that's all I wanted to say; please, all you godfathers, keep supporting me, and I also wish you all more and more snakes!)