vncnus Chapter 414 Resistance
Chapter 414 Resistance
Chapter 414: Stubborn Resistance
Just when the Seven of Hearts fell completely insane, the remains of the messenger suddenly moved.
The broken and twisted monster woke up in silence, its limbs twitching slightly, squandering its last bit of life.
The mysterious realm silenced all extraordinary abilities. As extraordinary detection became ineffective, the messenger of God lost his ability to resist, but unexpectedly survived under the detection of everyone.
Even without extraordinary powers, life and body tempered by divine power still possess a tenacity and toughness beyond that of mortals.
Looking at the tattered body struggling in front of her, the Seven of Hearts was stunned for a moment. After the confusion came doubt, after the sudden realization came anger, and finally all the emotions were reduced to endless madness, tearing the Seven of Hearts into hysterical laughter.
It's the [story], it's the [character], it's the [characterization].
He must die here today!
"Hahahahaha!
"It turns out that my plot is not over yet! My story is not finished yet!"
The Seven of Hearts’ role in [Story] has not yet reached its end, and the actor is still trapped on the stage of the gods.
In this weird and absurd drama of life, his much-anticipated final farewell was not a graceful exit after success, but a death full of regret and remorse.
The mortal who once protected and blessed the angel is about to die because of a choice, thus transforming into an endless emotional force, burning a charred hole in the angel's newly revived memory, leaving behind a tiny and humble "anchor point" that will never recover.
【anchor】.
Under the leadership of Antigonus, the Society of Virtue has much richer knowledge of mysticism than normal Beyonders of the same stage, and has also heard a little about the theory of the Seven of Hearts [Anchor].
Although she didn't know how great a man Derrick really was, the Seven of Hearts was certain that he must have reached the stage where he needed an [Anchor] to stabilize himself.
Perhaps this great man, thousands of years ago, also lived countless days of flesh and blood like an ordinary human being.
But those memories of being human are too far away. The sparkling gemstones have gradually lost their color in the erosion of time, becoming more and more like a dull and tiny pebble. Those once unforgettable joys, sorrows, anger and happiness have gradually become distant and inaudible.
As great beings that have gone through thousands of years, the colors in their memories are gradually fading, but the Seven of Hearts is sure that they urgently need to replenish this color to fight against something.
Compared with beauty and happiness, pain and regret are more memorable and can leave deep traces in the long river of time in an efficient and powerful way.
So in the infinite time that followed, whenever the angel recalled this insignificant memory, the tiny but real pain would add a touch of humanity to him.
Gods don't feel pain, but humans do.
And God, who never forgets, is forced to experience the sting of man every time he glances at this fresh and tiny wound.
When people sing praises to His great achievements, every time they recall this painful and profound separation, they cannot help but resonate with it, feeling that God, like humans, also has regrets, and then add colorful colors to a monotonous image.
Pain destroys mortals, pain fixes gods, and pain unites believers.
Pain...creates the climax and arc of the story!
“What a vicious… [story]!
"You have used my entire life as a foil for Derrick, to shape this adult's personality charm and story arc, but it is still not enough.
"Now, you are not even willing to let me die!
“Hahahahahaha, don’t think I didn’t see it!
“You will use my death to shape Derrick’s character as a final sacrifice; use my death to nourish the brilliance of others; use my death to forge your [story]!
“You are going to squeeze every bit of value out of me in this [story]!!
"But... this [ending]...
“I don’t accept it!!
"No……
“I won’t accept any ending you give me!
"Because from now on, I will not accept any [story] you give me!"
The Seven of Hearts laughed more and more wildly, but her eyes became more and more determined. The madness that was so strong that it almost solidified into substance finally turned into an invisible javelin, firmly locking onto the struggling messenger of God in the distance.
He didn't want to stay on this disgusting stage for another second.
He could love Derrick, but only if it came from his own love, not the so-called arrangement of God.
He can go crazy, but the premise is that it comes from his own soul, not the so-called script.
He can die, cry, laugh, and play with his life and body at will. As a desperate criminal, the Seven of Hearts doesn't care at all and even enjoys it.
But I just can't! Live in the [story] of God!
Therefore, the easiest way to escape from the story is to go against it and never let the story get what it wants.
Since you want me to die, I must live!
I want to live!
Stay alive and break this damn [story]!
The Seven of Hearts burst out with all her strength, stumbled to the ground, grabbed the pitch-black dagger and spear, and rushed towards the remains of the messenger of God like a wild beast.
The dagger has the power to silence the extraordinary, and this area also has the power to silence the extraordinary. Although there are many ways to achieve extraordinary prohibition, the Seven of Hearts just wants to take a gamble, betting that there must be some kind of relationship between them.
The pitch-black spear pierced smoothly into the body of the messenger of God, and the strange dagger easily cut open the flesh and blood that had been twisted and tempered by the divine power. A lot of dark red blood sprayed on the body of the Seven of Hearts, which was constantly emitting black smoke.
Good news, he won the bet.
The body of the God's Messenger was stronger than that of a human being. Even in this extraordinary silence, Derrick could still use this dagger and spear to hack at the flesh and blood of the God's Messenger. This was definitely not only due to the help of Derrick's awakened power, but also because this dagger and spear was special enough to remain sharp enough even in this silent area.
What exactly is this [sharpness]? Is it the [extraordinary] that is specially authorized to take effect in a prison, or the [silence] that forcefully dissects divinity and degenerates mythical creatures into mortals?
No, it doesn't matter at all!
The Seven of Hearts didn't think about these things at all. He just rode on the messenger of God enthusiastically, stabbing into the flesh under him again and again, and pulling out the sharp blade again and again.
The envoy of God, who had been so majestic just now, was now wailing miserably under the body of the Seven of Hearts. He struggled to throw this deadly madman off his body, but the Seven of Hearts was like a vicious beast, biting the envoy of God's back with its claws and fangs.
Only when the struggling messenger of God was covered in blood and bones did the Seven of Hearts stop stabbing for a moment, heaving a sigh of relief, his maniacal smile becoming even more cruel.
He picked up the cut flesh of the messenger of God, stretched out his pitch-black tongue, rolled it into his mouth with anticipation, chewed and swallowed it.
Gulu.