MTL - The Puppeteer of Academy City-Chapter 959 Opposite 1 Body 2 Faces
Ling Xingye watched Shiranui Tong and his group leave.
When everyone was gone, he finally looked away and turned to look at his left hand.
Ling Xingye moved her fingers, and carefully put on the ring for manipulating the silk thread on her fingers.
Silk threads extended from all over his body, and finally connected to the puppets around him.
Having done all the preparations, Ling Xingye nodded with satisfaction—this time it wasn't just him manipulating the sprites; now the sprites equipped with the "Golden Heart" also provide power for the puppeteer in turn.
Otherwise, Ling Xingye felt that his body might not be able to withstand the next battle.
He suddenly coughed a few times, spitting out the blood foam in his mouth. The blood of silver imitated by the "weiyuan substance" in his body is destroying his body while providing self-healing ability. The balance is difficult to control, and occasional vomiting of blood is unavoidable.
"It's dangerous, it will be troublesome if you are seen by Hitomi and the others..." Ling Xingye smiled bitterly, "This is the first time for such a hasty performance. Fortunately, I often perform street performances and have rich on-the-spot experience."
Finally, tidy up the clothes on his body, just like performing on stage, Ling Xingye walked forward with his head held high.
Next is the last scene. Even if there is no audience, Ling Xingye, as a performer, will do his best to present the most exciting performance to draw a successful conclusion to the whole show.
He walked towards the center of the floating fortress step by step—there was the location of the previous low building with the wreckage of the Tower of God.
Although Ling Qianji didn't say it clearly, the final decisive battle must be here.
Da, da, da, da...
Ling Xingye walked unhurriedly, and when he reached the wreckage of the Tower of God, the time limit set by Ling Qianji just expired.
Suddenly there was a flash of light in the sky, and Ling Qianji was seen descending from the sky, landing lightly in front of him.
It was Ling Qianji who had a completely new look all over her body.
It seems that Ling Xingye is not the only one taking advantage of this time to actively prepare for the battle.
"You are very punctual." Ling Qianji said.
"Of course." Ling Xingye said, and manipulated the ghost into a fighting posture.
Ling Qianji did not move, but continued to persuade: "Are you still unwilling to give up? There is actually no need to start a war between you and me."
"I also agree with this, as long as you can give up that unrealistic idea." Ling Xingye responded.
"That's impossible." Ling Qianji shook his head, "I'm afraid this is the closest thing to the 'Millennium Plan' in history. I don't want to let it go so easily."
"That's it." Ling Xingye shrugged and spread his hands, and the monsters around him also made the same movement simultaneously, "If our opinions and thoughts are really so unified, we won't be divided into two people like we are now. ? When there is too much difference of opinion, fighting is inevitable."
"I'll say it again," Ling Xingye continued, "you can go and find the world of truth by yourself, don't drag me, and don't make decisions on behalf of human beings."
Ling Qianji sighed for a long time: "It's ridiculous, I thought you would be the one who knows best—Ling Xingye, you should know your own background, right?"
"Your personality is a copy, your memory is artificially fabricated, and the so-called 'previous life' is just a setting... Your existence itself proves that this world is nothing but a dream, an event that has been arranged long ago. It's just drama from a script!"
The more Ling Qianji talked, the more excited he became—is there such a thing as "real" in this world?
Under the premise that even memories and feelings can be artificially edited and tampered with, who can guarantee that he is a real, independent and free personality?
Ling Qianji witnessed the birth and creation process of "Ling Xing Ye", and even participated in it personally. So he became more and more skeptical, more and more disappointed and fearful of this world.
Everything is false, there is no absolute "truth" in this world. If you want to get rid of this fear, you can only break free from the shackles of the world and go to the "world of truth"!
In his opinion, if he, a "real person", feels disappointed and terrified, then the created Ling Xingye must be even more dissatisfied.
But who would have thought that Ling Xingye was completely unmoved.
"Is this why you want to mess around?" Ling Xingye sneered, "It's really unfounded."
"What did you say!"
"Even if this is a false world, a dream, a drama... so what?" Ling Xingye said, "But in my opinion, this is the real world in which I live and exist; this is the place I love The world where the people of the world exist; it is a world worthy of my nostalgia and protection!"
Drama is like life. For Ling Xingye, since he is destined to be a "person in the drama", the stage itself is his world.
Of course, Ling Xingye was not completely confused, but he didn't spend too much time on this kind of problem.
Instead, he was firm in his thinking and chose to trust Shiranuotong unconditionally, believing that Shiranuotong would not deceive himself. Under this premise, Ling Xingye anchored himself in the real world, believing that the real world is absolutely real.
Now, Ling Xingye has become the guardian of the real world instead.
Ling Xingye and Ling Qianji looked at each other, both felt that the world was impermanent, they seemed to have taken the other's script by mistake, and they actually stood on the opposite side with this reason and form.
"In that case..." Ling Qianji's expression quickly turned indifferent.
Words cannot communicate, so only force can be used.
Ling Qianji's aura increased sharply, and his divine power was like hell, showing his full power after becoming a **** for the first time.
A halo appeared from the top of the head; at the same time, the power of faith gathered from all over the world once again turned into a blue torrent ~www.novelbuddy.com~ like the Milky Way pouring backwards into its body.
Ling Xingye also started to fight against it with all his strength, but it was only at the "level 5" level, far less powerful than the gods, and the two sides decided to judge.
Ling Xingye only relied on the "golden heart" on the sprite to provide an additional increase in strength, so that he would not fall down.
Suddenly, Ling Xingye felt his consciousness come to the memory palace in his mind. As if it was also under pressure from the outside world, the memory palace was crumbling, and the books inside were shaking slightly.
"What's going on here?" Ling Xingye was puzzled, he knew very well that the pressure brought by Ling Qianji outside would not affect this place.
Unless one's own brain is attacked, there will be no problem with the memory palace.
At this time, a large book suddenly flew out from the vast sea of books in the palace, and finally floated in front of Ling Xingye.
The form of the "book" is constantly changing, from tortoise shells to stone tablets, bronze vessels, and then to bamboo slips, and finally it has become a hardcover tome with modern binding.
On the pitch-black cover, there are three big gold-stamped characters—"Thousands of Changes"!
Ling Xingye was surprised—there is such a book? And it's really hidden in yourself! It turns out that those people in the "Book Seizing Contest" didn't wrong themselves...
But he immediately found that his joy was in vain. The sides of the book were locked with chains and could not be opened.
At this moment, the chain that sealed the book suddenly opened. A voice echoed in Ling Xingye's ear.
"... "Thousand Machine Changes" is yours now, Ling Xingye."
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