socalfunplaces Chapter 308 That’s it?
Chapter 308 That’s it?
Silence is a feeling that I have experienced many times during the long years in black. Only by experiencing it personally can I know what it feels like to sleep for a thousand years and wake up to find the world has changed dramatically.
Fortunately, his current strength is far from what it used to be. Moreover, the forbidden knowledge left by Xumi is much weaker than the forbidden knowledge he has seen that has not degenerated.
Dreams will always break, and the false can never come true. When you wake up from the dream, it is the day when the sleeping person returns.
In the Jingshan Palace, the little King of Auspicious Grass sat on a swing that he had condensed himself, supporting his chin with both hands, and stared quietly at the man in black.
Suddenly, the eyelids of a man in black fluttered, and the aura of sleep instantly dissipated. The eyes as black as ink flashed with a light that seemed to belong to the entire galaxy.
Nashida smiled in surprise and said, "Sir has finally woken up!"
"Yeah." Mo Ran looked around, turned over and sat up, and asked, "How long have I been asleep?"
"About two months and one day." Nashida answered truthfully.
"That's good. It won't be too long." Mo Ran released his elemental power, sensed the surroundings, and asked, "Where is the Great Compassion Tree King?"
"The Great Compassion Tree King accompanied the traveler today to solve a problem. It was a false god created by the top officials of the Court of the Order and the executive officers of the Fatui. They originally wanted to replace me, but now they are treating it as a rebellion."
Mo Ran nodded slightly. His eldest nephew, the Sixth Skirmisher, the Fatui executive officer, and the Second Doctor, jointly created the God of Righteousness from the Court of the Decrees. This might be enough to fight against the Grass God, who was at the bottom of the Seven Gods in terms of strength.
In the memory of the World Tree, Mo Ran also left the truth about why his eldest nephew joined the Fatui.
At first, this polite young man went to Liyue to visit the God of Geo and apologize for his mother who drew her sword at the slightest disagreement.
Although the whole story was that Lei Dianying felt that Yan Shen was very powerful, so he wanted to challenge him, but when he chopped him with a knife, not only did the knife break into pieces, but his arm was also numb from the shock.
Such a competition had nothing to do with right or wrong, but the polite boy always thought that his mother was too abrupt and kept asking Yan Shen not to blame him, which left Yan Shen speechless.
Later, the boy left Liyue and saved a man wearing an eye mask, Dr. Dotore, when passing by the foot of a mountain. Little did he know that this was the beginning of a disaster.
The puppet boy with human emotions had his original memory wiped out by Dotore, and replaced with abandoned memories. With a heart full of selfishness and violence, the polite boy who respected the elderly and loved the young was turned into a madman who spoke foul language and only cared about himself.
But perhaps Dorrei didn't know that this puppet had the Heart of God, but he actually relied on his selfish heart to conceal the fact that he had the Heart of God.
Even when he created the God of Righteousness later, Dotole said that there was not enough energy to drive it, so he did not take out the Heart of the God of Thunder. It was not until Dotole died inexplicably and there was no news for several months that the scattered soldiers let down their guard and planned to overthrow Xumi.
Unexpectedly, another powerful being arrived, forcing Sanbing to wait for another two months. After finding that there was no movement, he decided to activate the god-making plan and establish himself as the new god.
The scattered soldiers are now fighting with the Great Compassion Tree King and the golden-haired traveler.
In Jingshan Palace, Mo Ran said goodbye and took a step forward hundreds of feet away. According to the information he got from the World Tree, he went straight to where his eldest nephew was.
It was a very secret underground space. The God of Mecha, who was a hundred feet in size and also known as the Secret Lord of Qiye Jizhao, was operating thunder and blasting towards the trapped blond boy.
The Great Compassion Tree King was shocked and was about to use his secret method to make the scattered soldiers enter the reincarnation of the dream again, but he saw a man in black appear in front of him and blocked the attack for the blond boy.
"Mo Ran! You're finally here!" Paimeng waved his arms, pointed at the big mecha, and said indignantly: "Next, it's time for you to be beaten up!"
"A thing as weak as this mortal world should have some self-awareness. Shut up!"
In the God of Righteousness, the scattered soldier stared at the human with a familiar aura of origin, and suddenly roared: "You have an aura that makes me hate you. What is your relationship with Baalzebub?!"
Mo Ran reached out and brushed off the dust on his shoulders. He took a step forward and in an instant he was close to the purple mecha. He said calmly, "According to seniority, you should call me uncle."
As soon as these words were spoken, Paimeng and Kong showed astonishment on their faces, and the Great Compassion Tree King was also stunned, because he really did not expect such a development.
"Oh, just you?"
Perhaps it was because his whole body was filled with the power of the God of Righteousness, or perhaps it was because hatred overwhelmed his rationality, but Sanbing's brain became less useful. After all, anyone who obtains powerful strength will want to show off and demonstrate his invincibility.
"I am a god now, but the thunder that destroys thousands of miles away is just a small trick for me. You are such an insignificant human, do you think you have the right to be so rampant just because you take my random attack?"
"Go back and tell Baalzebub that I have ascended to godhood. If you feel guilty and regretful now, it is too late. After ruling Xumi, I will go back to Inazuma and kill her with my own hands!"
"As for your head, it is the gift I give to Baalzebul on this road! Afterwards, I will grind your and Baalzebul's heads into powder and throw them into the sea! Hahahahaha..."
Mo Ran sighed and said, "Well, since you don't want to solve it properly, don't blame me."
He had just woken up when his eldest nephew cursed him to death. Even if he knew that he was under the influence of his nephew, it was impossible for him not to be angry at all. Even a clay man would have some temper, let alone Mo Ran.
Anyway, the one being beaten now is the stragglers and not his real nephew, so it doesn't matter if he hits him harder.
The scattered soldier laughed loudly: "Come on, from now on, recreate a corner of the Demon War! Come and stain the first pool of blood on my road of revenge!"
Mo Ran said nothing. He raised his hand and grasped the void in front of him, then pulled it back. It seemed casual, and he didn't even feel any fluctuation of elemental force, but the pressure from it was enough to force him to bend down and submit respectfully.
Inside the iron shell of the God of Righteousness, the soldier who was laughing wildly and about to launch an attack suddenly felt an astonishing force. At this moment, the mecha in front of him shattered, and his entire body was pulled out, flying in front of a man in black at a high speed.
"If this is the extent of the Demon God War, then everyone will be happy!"
As Mo Ran spoke, he held his nephew's collar with one hand, then glanced at the mecha that had left the driver and fell to the ground. He raised his foot and stomped on it. His immortal power burst out in an instant, crushing the mecha into pieces, and it was impossible to even recognize its original appearance.
The scattered soldier, who had no time to feel angry or sad, looked at the big hand that was about to fall on his chest and shouted, "No, no! Don't come over here, absolutely not...!"
Ignoring the shout, Mo Ran pressed his hand forward, pulling out the selfish heart and the heart of God, and then placed one hand on his head, muttering to himself: "Let me help you remember those memories that have been washed away."
"No, no, my Heart of God...Ahhh!" Sanbing's brain seemed to explode, bombarded by the influx of memories. His past self was recovering bit by bit, but the Sanbing, who was like a madman even he himself hated, was disappearing.
The grief and resentment of having his qualifications to become a god destroyed are dissipating along with another consciousness. The original young man is returning, but he is not feeling well in his heart.
Thinking of the lives he had killed and the scenes just now, he almost collapsed. In his memory, his mother once told him that his uncle was a very gentle man who treated his family very attentively. But after what he had just done, how could he have the face to see this uncle?
"Remember?" Mo Ran asked softly.
Sanbing, or Guobeng, raised his head, looked at the man in black with tearful eyes, and called out in a very hoarse voice: "Uncle, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!"
"Okay, okay, don't cry." Mo Ran helped him wipe away his tears and comforted him, "I know it's not your fault. It's all because of that damn Dotole! Later, your uncle will avenge you!"
"But the people who died in my hands were definitely killed by me. What should they do? I..."
"Alas, life cannot be resurrected, don't think about it. I once killed lives just to survive. You were influenced by Dotore and committed the sin of killing. It's not entirely your fault!"
"But my heart really hurts. When I think of their appearance, it's like there are millions of mountains pressing on my back, making me unable to move!" Guo Beng pressed on his healed chest, his voice trembling.
"Then wait until this matter is over, and do something that can contribute to the world, to wash off the blood on your hands. But remember, don't get yourself involved."
Mo Ran then reminded, "Ying missed you very much. He looked for you several times before, but Duo Tolei must have managed to hide you. Go back and let him know you are safe."
"I understand..." Guo Beng did not mention those things again. He must have thought about how to atone his sins and many other things.
"That's it, I'll take care of Xumi's problem this time, and the rest is up to you." Mo Ran turned his head slightly and looked at the white-haired woman flying over. He prepared his words and said slowly: "I will pay for this disaster on behalf of this child."
"If the Great Compassion Tree King needs anything, just ask. I won't refuse."
"Sir, that's not right. I haven't repaid you for saving my life and my country yet, so how could I possibly make things difficult for you? I just heard clearly that this was not your nephew's wish, nor was it caused by one person. Torres and the great sage also bear great responsibility!"
The Great Compassion Tree King said slowly: "How about we just let this matter go?"
"Thank you." Mo Ran nodded slightly, landed on the ground with his eldest nephew, and walked towards the blond boy who needed Paimon's help.
"Wow, Mo Ran is carrying him here!" Paimon shouted in surprise, and then fluttered around in a panic, causing the blond boy to almost stumble and fall to the ground.
Kong said helplessly: "Don't make a fuss. Mo Ran's family can't be that bad."
Paimon was still a little unconvinced and said, "That's true, but that guy just now..."
Kong waved his hand and said, "Forget it, he's not seriously injured, don't make things difficult for Mo Ran."
"Okay." Paimon agreed verbally, but when she looked at the guy, she still didn't have a good look, because she felt very painful when Kong was beaten just now.
"You two, I apologize for what happened just now! If you need any help, I can provide you with anything!" Guo Beng bowed deeply. His face was very sincere, and his tone was impeccable. There was no trace of his previous arrogance and arrogance.
Kong shook his head and said, "It's okay. That's probably not what you wanted to do. It's not your fault."
Paimon pouted and turned her head to the side. Finally, Sora pulled her aside and she reluctantly said it was okay. Then she folded her arms and looked at the man in black with a resentful look.
When Guo Beng saw this, he quickly said, "Please don't be angry with uncle because of me. This is all my fault, not his!"
"Hey, hey, come on, you talk like I'm the bad guy!" Paimon stomped his feet fiercely.
Guo Beng said sincerely again: "I'm sorry."
"You!" Paimeng was anxious. He couldn't talk, he couldn't scold, and he couldn't beat him. He felt so aggrieved. He had no choice but to look at the man in black with resentment.
Mo Ran spread his hands, and after treating the blond boy, he suggested: "Don't keep looking at me like that, I'll cook later, okay?"
"Hmph, deal!"