allonlinenovel Chapter 451 Dream Fall
Chapter 451 Dream Fall
"Ten thousand arrows shot at once." Xing stood in the center of the stage of the Grand Theater, waving her arms forward violently. The strong wind blew her long hair fluttering, and there was a gorgeous flame behind her.
She had often heard a saying before: Dignity is only above the edge of the sword, and truth is only within the range of the cannon. Often all fear is just due to insufficient firepower.
And now, with her order to fire thousands of arrows, the Balton star-destroying strategic missiles carried on the ancestor's shoulders instantly flew out like flowers scattered by fairies and hit the huge body of Sunday.
High-end goods are high-end goods, star-destroying goods are star-destroying goods, the Black Tower is worthy of being the Black Tower, and the Ancestor is worthy of being the Ancestor.
The dust raised by the explosion of more than a dozen missiles was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder. Even the heavy rain was evaporated into white mist by the instantly rising flames and temperature and dispersed instantly.
Xing didn't know whether Sunday could withstand those missiles, but she knew a little about the value and power of star-destroying missiles.
Since it can be advertised as a star-destroying weapon with the word "strategic" in it, its power must not be underestimated. Moreover, the Black Tower was willing to spend a huge amount of money on the ancestor, so the things it carries must be high-end products.
It seems that the illusions in Taiyi's dream are somewhat real. For example, the black tower is really here, otherwise it cannot explain why the ancestor would appear here. It is simply a timely help.
Xing was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling, but the robin in the distance was worried. Looking at the rising flames and the instantly spreading strong wind, it couldn't help feeling a little blocked in its heart.
The diffuse smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and the huge body of the Qi Xiang Choir was lying on the edge of the theater. After a round of bombing, there was no damage on its body except for a few burn marks.
Xing stared at the Qi Xiang Choir and did not dare to relax at all. She did not dare to bet whether the missiles could defeat Sunday who usurped the power of harmony.
But unexpectedly, Sunday, who had usurped the power of harmony and was protected by order, showed signs of fatigue after this attack.
Sunday staggered to his feet, looking at the bright orange eyes of the ancestor behind him: "A creation of genius? ... Can that genius understand why life is dormant?"
"Because one day you have to wake up." Xing looked at Sunday warily.
Sunday was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned around and looked at the huge observation deck opposite the Grand Theater. The power of order was disintegrating, and the usurped power was gradually disappearing...
"The night...is still too short..."
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The raging flames struck Theresa with destructive force, and countless raindrops rose up against the gloomy sky and dark clouds.
The firelight and the water mist blurred Theresa's vision. She wanted to reach out her hand to touch the nothingness in the sky, but she didn't have the strength. She could only stare at the rain flowing backwards and getting farther and farther away from her.
The street suddenly lit up. The rain was still falling, but the moonlight pierced through the rain clouds and illuminated the city of Pinocchio.
The power of order is gradually disappearing, and the discordant sound of immortality resounds in every corner of Pinocchio.
They looked at each other. Theresa was lying on her back in the water, and Jiang Fan had tens of thousands of falling stars above his head. The storm was dissipating, and the moonlight was falling behind them.
Her vision gradually blurred, and her head seemed like a water and land Taoist ceremony that was about to end, with the sound of flutes and drums competing fiercely.
She felt so happy and so sad. The dream was over and it was time for her to wake up too.
"When I was young, Mr. Gopherwood kept instilling in me the ideal of order and destiny. At that time, I thought I was a harmonious child and was happy about it." Theresa smiled softly and suddenly raised her eyes. "Do you think I'm wrong?"
"Neither you nor Sunday are wrong. You just have different standpoints and different ways of looking at solutions to problems. From your and Sunday's perspective, this beautiful dream is correct, at least at the beginning." Jiang Fan squatted down beside her, the heat in his eyes dissipating bit by bit.
"But can freedom really bring true fairness? Is reality really better than dreams? Can every one of those born weak be protected?" Theresa asked softly.
Jiang Fan was silent. He didn't know whether he should answer such a question to this woman who was strong inside but as weak as a child.
"I understand... In fact, I am not as stubborn and childish as Sunday. I just... don't want to see him bear it all alone." Theresa leaned against the fence and slowly sat on the ground, looking through the dark clouds at the moon.
She closed her eyes, as if she was asleep, her face was pale from blood loss, but bathed in the moonlight, there was a layer of bright white glow, like jade.
It is not easy to carry the power of a star god in a mortal body, let alone an ancient star god who has fallen. His anger and despair are reflected in Theresa's body, as well as that power.
Jiang Fan gently stroked Theresa's cheek and used his fingers to comb her messy long hair that was soaked by the rain.
In reality, he would never have such an opportunity, because Theresa would definitely hide away like a vigilant cat, and would also look at him warily, pouting and saying, "Don't think you can take advantage of me just because you are handsome."
But now she seemed to have fallen asleep. He had time to do many, many things to her, and she was powerless to resist, let alone refute or avoid him like a vigilant cat.
"Wake up, from this absurd dream." Jiang Fan stroked Theresa's cheek, and his pupils, which had once dimmed, lit up again, like a bright lamp in the rainy night.
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According to the Xianzhou Tongjian, in the 2158th century of the Amber Calendar, a burning conspiracy broke out at the dawn of the century in the dreamland of Pinoconi, and quickly turned to ashes under the illumination of the great immortal will.
In the beautiful dream of the forty-eighth system, the immortal boat cloud rider illuminated Pinocchio with the supreme will of immortal glory. A god fell asleep again, but a new paradise rose again.
The Milky Way ushered in a pure dawn, the land of dreams went from a long night to dawn, and the immortal will was like the dawn. The cry of "No need to pray to the gods, the immortal will will also illuminate" spread like a storm.
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There are some things going on at home recently, so I have to update as I please. Sorry, I will be ready in a few days. I am already packing my luggage and preparing to move out of the house.