Chapter 170 Behind the sun, can the shooting star fulfill the wish whispered when setting off?
"It is reported that Kaspernyat-8 was completely destroyed three system hours ago. An unknown concentrated energy body crushed the entire planet into countless fragments."
"Ms. Zhenzhu, the company representative, did not provide any further information, and the number of casualties remains unknown."
"Ms. Robin, the galactic singer, was in Kaspernyat singing for peace during this period. Her whereabouts are currently unknown. We sincerely hope that this tragedy will not happen again."
"In addition, the family still hasn't come forward to make a statement—"
The next moment, the TV was smashed by a punch. Sunday walked out of the office without looking back, looking at the dazzling sun that appeared over Pinocchio at some point, and clenched his fists.
"An Ming..."
"What have you done to the robin!"
Sunday roared at the sky, knowing that the robin was there.
No matter what the reasons are, An Ming should not hurt the robin. This is his bottom line.
White feathers fell from the sky. Under the sun that filled the entire sky, golden eyes slowly opened, and the boy with long snow-white hair looked up at the sky.
Then I realized that he was the sky.
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Four system hours ago.
The moment the Philosopher's Stone hit An Ming, the holy flame erupted from the liquid crystal destroyed his body and continued forward to penetrate the robin's heart.
Time stopped at this moment.
When An Ming saw his newly regenerated right arm, he realized that he was already dead, and the only thing left alive was something almost like a soul.
The power that was limited by the flesh can now change the world with just a wave of the hand.
He extended his index finger and touched the Philosopher's Stone, and the bullet that was enough to threaten the messenger disintegrated into white feathers.
As a price, the body loses some color - the color of the soul - as if it has faded.
"Is this what I expected?"
An Ming reached out his hand again and stroked the robin's cheek with a gentle look.
"Little bird, you will be the first human in the Garden of Eden," the warm glow covered the robin, and the white feathers covered her eyes.
It's like a cocoon made of feathers.
The moment time began to flow, pure light engulfed the earth, and the vast area centered on Anming turned into white annihilation, and all things dissipated into dust under the sacred light.
The girl still holding the pistol, the roaring rebels, the civilians hiding in the shelter - all things in the sky, on the earth, including birds and animals, were annihilated.
A white-haired young man with a divine ring on his back walked out of it, looking pure and clean, like a newborn god, shedding the constraints of his mortal body and descending to this land.
White feathers fell from the sky, and the moment they passed through the sky, they turned into deep black.
The sky drew a straight line under his hand, and the moment the white feathers passed by, they faded into pure black.
"Oh My God."
Inside the ship, Zhenzhu murmured, "Am I witnessing the birth of a god?"
How could he be called the Son of Order? He was clearly a newborn god who possessed power greater than that of an Order Messenger even at birth.
When she saw Long Jing take out the dark teardrop, her pupils couldn't help but shrink.
"Don't you think that guy has good taste?" Long Jing smiled, "I like black."
"Warning, high-intensity energy reaction - Kaspernyat is disintegrating from within and will be completely annihilated into cosmic matter within half a system time."
A fierce alarm sounded from inside the ship. Zhenzhu nodded slightly, "Evacuate Kasperinyat immediately. It seems that you don't have time to challenge the Sons of Order."
"You should be thankful for that."
"Maybe."
Long Jing naturally knew that even with the power of the cornerstone, she would never be a match for that guy.
But how many people can bear the temptation to explore the "Garden of Eden" for themselves?
"The original Garden of Eden has been born, and his target will definitely not be just a Kaspernyat..." Zhenzhu seemed to realize something, and a hint of shock flashed in his eyes.
"Could it be Pinocchio?!"
Under the sacred white light, Kaspernyat-8 completely disappeared into the universe and became the first Garden of Eden created by An Ming.
He returned to his original home with the snow-white cocoon.
After the star core disaster, it was determined that Kachipe could no longer be repaired. The pollution of the star core had penetrated deep into the planet, and even if it was repaired, it would no longer be suitable for human habitation.
An Ming followed the Kachipe in his memory and stretched out his right hand like a real god. Countless feathers fell to the ground and turned into the building in his memory.
Grass grows, buildings rise, and pollution dissipates in the divine light.
He carefully placed the cocoon in the hospital and said softly:
“There is only happiness here.”
There will no longer be an Eden of sorrow and pain.
The people in memory are resurrected again, and in his domain, memory will become reality and build true happiness.
The dream of order is not what An Ming seeks. The Garden of Eden he created will rise from the ground in reality and become a new past and future.
Being unable to change anything under the core of the star, I could only watch my parents leave.
Annie fell into the sky during her dream, and the only trace left was the unfinished song.
Unbridled slander on the Internet, fighting with blood and tears on the battlefield, and unscrupulous means used for the sake of interests.
The world is a festering disease.
The road to light is destined to be lonely.
For this moment, An Ming became the Son of Order, feeling the darkness of the world all the time.
To create an ideal Garden of Eden, one must not fall into darkness.
The hope in the eyes of the robin is An Ming's only support along the way. Its gentle singing represents all the beauty and kindness in the world.
The sacred golden sword slowly condensed, and the halo above the head burst into an incomparably bright light, turning into the sun above the sky, illuminating An Ming's path forward.
Even if my soul is burned out, I will bring true happiness to this world.
"Dad, can music change the world?"
“The world may not be happy, but we can make people temporarily happy, and that’s good enough.”
“I want everyone to be happy!”
An Ming closed his eyes, as if he heard the piano played in his childhood again. At this moment, he would use the sword in his hand to play the music that would change the world.
White feathers fell from the sky of Pinocchio, and golden flames ignited the tail ends, turning into golden meteors.
An Ming stretched out his hand, caught a feather falling from the sky, and watched it turn into ashes in his palm.
"Cheaters, unforgivable"
"The unjust will be burned in the fire"
"No mercy for the fallen"
"Those who are sad should be punished by death"
"No mercy to those who disobey"
The golden wings turned into the sky, seeming to be a blessing, and also seemed to be setting the world on fire.
An Ming said softly:
"It's time to wake up from this false happiness."