So is it a projection in the mirror or a fantasy in the deepest memory?

It is difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

The moment the silver mirror appeared, everything seemed to be floating like a bubble. Only the woman who looked back in the mirror raised her palm and stretched out towards Woodman on the gallows.

It has crossed the boundaries between reality and illusion and breakthroughs through a long and long time.

It landed on his forehead.

Such a gentle touch brought a terrifying impact like a falling star.

An invisible storm burst out from his slender white index finger. Huai Shi only felt the darkness in her eyes. Countless consciousnesses in her soul were beaten involuntarily for a moment, and there were almost signs of hundreds of Huai Shi re-dividing them.

Subconsciously took a step back.

But the hallucination disappeared in an instant.

But what followed was a tragic and sharp roar, so loud.

The dying beast of original sin was roaring and roaring.

An invisible storm was set off.

For Huai Shi, the impact of taking a step back, has become a terrifying torrent that has swallowed the entire world in Woodman's eyes.

Directly in front of that finger, a circle of subtle ripples spread, causing endless chain reactions at will. Taking advantage of the remaining disasters in the air and the scattered source substances, the invisible storm condensed into shape.

In the entire realm, those sublimators who were contaminated and eroded by solidification were involuntarily screaming in an instant. Feeling the phantom pain of the cold scalpel piercing into the skull. Then, they involuntarily immersed in the invisible

In the warm current.

Sliver of dark original sins rose from their polluted souls and flew into the distance, ushering in purification and annihilation.

But for Woodman, such a warm current was like lava, completely swallowing himself.

It seemed like a nuclear bomb that was so close to me that it exploded.

The blaze spreads, and everything peels off in turmoil.

The remains of the Seven Dragons spasmed violently, and countless scales quickly turned into ashes and blew out backwards, followed by flesh, internal organs, and even pale bones withered into dust.

There is no other color in the pure white storm realm.

I can't hear any sound anymore, and the world is silent.

I can't see anything anymore, everything disappears into the distant darkness.

There is only pain, endless pain, burning, freezing, tearing, crushing, swelling, needle pricking, slashing, insect sucking, storming, car cracking... The endless pain is like an ocean swallowing Woodman.

But the pain lasted for only a moment.

Then it disappeared.

It seemed like an angry slap in the face, but it was just an accidental loss of composure, but it did not last long.

When the deepest part of the soul, after the painful tides faded, on the pale beach, only Woodman crawled forward with difficulty.

He was spasm and struggling, but he had no strength to move.

No matter how nothingness is, nor is it the hideous posture of the solidified person. Under the authority of the White God, the remaining last consciousness suddenly turned around and reappeared in the past.

Already, dying.

And those green eyes are still quietly looking down.

No sorrow or joy.

"…Pelagya, is it you?"

He stared at those eyes, his eyes changed, just like watching the dreams of the past reappear, and it was difficult to tell whether it was panic or surprise.

Unbelievable.

At the same time, it cannot be reached.

No matter how I stretched out my hand to touch it, I could not feel the temperature of the phantom again.

This is the distance of indifference.

"Long time no see, Woodman."

Pelagya raised her hand, held up the broken hair on her forehead, and asked in confusion: "It seems that the bright future in hell is not as beautiful as you think, isn't it?"

"Ha, stupid words."

Woodman gasped for a hard time and shook his head: "Is there anything beautiful in this world?"

"Of course there is."

Pelagya replied: "But, you have all been destroyed by you, do you still remember?

When everything collapses, you will witness it yourself. All the killed people, their faces and eyes, are still in your memory.

You have been doing all this with your own hands, Woodman.”

Woodman stood there in a daze.

Silenced for a long time, I couldn't help but sneer.

Such a mocking.

"Yes, it's me." He asked, "Are you here to judge me?"

"Of course."

Pelagya nodded: "I have never forgotten your betrayal, Woodman, even after so many years, this is the consequence you deserve."

"This cold look is really not suitable for you, Pelagya."

Woodman grinned, feeling the mockery and absurdity of this fate: "I thought it would be that guy Vitali... Hahahahahahahaha...

As a result, even the eternal compassion and gentle white god is going to do such dirty work?

I really want to see you cruelly, Perazhuoya."

He asked jokingly: "Or, did you not even give me redemption?"

In the long silence, no one responded.

Only a quiet overlook.

Pelagya stared at the strange pupils, without hatred or disgust.

She reached out and stroked the betrayer's face.

So gentle.

"Long ago, didn't you understand?"

The white god bent down and whispered in the sinner's ear: "You have embarked on the road of rebellion, and only the infinite abyss and hell are waiting ahead.

Even if the present situation is behind you, you will never be able to look back.”

"I will not be furious, but I have no mercy to give you again. Woodman, remember that I am Pelagya, Belloberg of the Kingdom of Heaven, all I have left to you is curse, and you deserve it

In destruction”

Such a quiet narrative does not contain any hatred or hatred, but it carries a much more firm obsession than those things.

He made a cruel and straightforward conclusion.

"Even if one day everything is destroyed and ended, everything is burned in flames, life is withered in the darkness, and all sins are settled and judged.

But what awaits you will only be eternal pain and nothingness, in the hell you created by your own hands."

She said:

"You alone cannot receive any redemption or liberation!"

When the verdict came, the last tranquility deep in the soul collapsed.

The bubble's barrier broke, revealing an endless source storm in the distance.

Those destructive poisons, the original sins he accumulated, and more, the hatred and pain from more despair, and the infinite despair and thoughts that have sunk into the abyss for seventy years in the long and long time.

At this moment, all of them were drawn out again from the records of the Book of Destiny.

The murderous intent and emotions of nothingness are given to the essence, forming a storm that is enough to shake all consciousness and a dark ocean that is enough to destroy all souls.

Now, under the will of White God, the chaotic color that was enough to dissolve hell set off a huge wave and swept towards this last embankment again.

Eat his soul and strip away his consciousness bit by bit.

It was like thousands of painful hands, slowly and cruelly tearing him apart, pulling him into the despair he created with his own hands!

Even if it only exists in this short moment.

But for those who fall into it, it is the eternal continuation of endless torture and torture.

"This is the ending that matches you, Woodman."

Pelagya said goodbye calmly, and just like that, watching the tide gradually rise, swallowing Woodman on the beach bit by bit, pulling the solidifier, and falling into the eternal nothingness that only torture exists.

Regardless of the whine and begging from the sea, shouting and trying to stay.

Turning around and leaving coldly.

Never look back.

Everything came to an end in an instant.

Eternal judgment, eternal torture, and eternal ravage.

At the end of the endless torture, the broken soul was completely annihilated.

Even in the deepest part of the land of Wuye, in the closed sarcophagus, the shriveled corpse was spasming in pain, and dark blood flowed out of the body, evaporated rapidly, and disappeared.
To be continued...