Notes of the Creator God

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Why?

Looking around, the hot tongues of fire swallowed up everything in sight. I watched the tribesmen twisting their limbs and gradually disappearing in the flames.

Above my head, the roar of dragons tearing through the sky is still heard. In my arms lie the corpses of two personal attendants who have just died. In a short time, their corpses will disappear....

The broken sword in my hand was supported on the ground like a crutch, supporting my shaky body.

Fortunately, I have already experienced this despair once, and I have not lost my mobility yet.

But......

Didn’t you agree that this would be a sweet dream?

Not saying yes......Will it manifest what people desire most?

Why!

I don't want this dream to continue anymore!

Because the next victim is......

It was as if I had predicted who would appear there. The burly figure who had belatedly arrived was holding a blade in his hand and was walking out of the flames step by step. The fierce flames that corroded the skin were easily separated by him.

"Father......"

He just walked towards the giant dragon hovering in the sky, facing the terrifying giant jaws and sharp claws.

"No......don't want......"

I reached out and tried to retain him, but it was of no use. There was no way I could shake my stubborn father.

I already know what's going to happen next......

My father turned back to look at me and smiled at me. That was the last smile I saw from him.

"don't want......"

Even though I knew this was a dream that re-presented the established facts, I still couldn't help shouting at the top of my lungs.

"do not go! Father!"

The city is coming to an end in flames, just like a meteor streaking across the sky. The traces left behind will soon dissipate.......

In an instant, the roar of the dragon that shook the air was intertwined with the sound of the sword.

I just stared blankly at my father's fighting form, but in fact I couldn't see anything clearly. I could only see a purple light as bright as a morning star, surrounding the dragon's body and striking towards me again and again. The dragon issued challenges and failed again and again.

The dragon finally showed its true power impatiently. The sound of turning pages came from high in the air. I looked up and saw a brass book floating in the air, and a brass quill. Something was written quickly on the page.

The dragon's eye engraved on the writing was spinning smoothly. When the quill stopped writing, it also stopped rotating, blooming with blood-red light, dyeing half of the sky purple.

That ominous light made people extremely uncomfortable, as if even the rules of the world had changed because of it.......

The next moment, I saw the purple light suddenly extinguished, the burly figure falling from the sky, and the sharp claws of the dragon piercing his body.

I can never forget this scene......

Because my father failed without any reason or warning, I asked in my heart why, while staggering and dragging my legs as heavy as lead, I ran towards the place where my father fell.

He fell right in the middle of the"Dragon's Nest" that had been destroyed into a pile of rubble. Purple blood accumulated under his body into a pool of blood. No part of his body was intact, and a big hole was opened in his abdomen.

Even so, he never let go of the sword in his hand. Before I arrived, he actually stood up tremblingly, looking proudly at the giant dragon glaring in the sky.

"Father!"I screamed out in anxiety, and my father was finally willing to look at me.

My father's mouth moved, but I couldn't hear clearly what he was shouting, because at that moment, the dark flames sprayed by the dragon had already built between us. A wall of fire started.

Before I was about to be swallowed up by the flames, a pair of strong arms grabbed me and threw me out, away from the area where the black flames were raging. The black flames dissipated, and my father stood there with his face covered in blood. , his body became tattered, with two giant arms floating on both sides of his body, and the right hand held a sword similar to a shadow blade.

I have never seen that posture, but I learned from my father You can guess the pain and exhaustion shown on his face. Showing this posture was definitely his last resort, and he was almost at his limit.

"I really didn't expect it...One day I will actually use the 'magic outfit'......"The father said with half sigh and half emotion.

Then he turned his eyes to me

"Ann, you will have to go alone next time."

"Next, I will make the last and strongest sword in my life......Haha, when I say that, it’s like I’m praising myself."

"But you have to watch carefully, use your eyes, and try your best to put the sword in your mind for your father."

"We must remember the figure of our family who fought hard to the end, knowing that we were defeated but still wielding an unyielding blade for that glimmer of hope!"

"This sword is not for killing the enemy......"

"This knife is just to open up——"

The shadow blade and the long sword were unsheathed together, and the four arms, large and small, moved together.

"——The future ahead!"

"——！"

The sky and earth changed color, and the stars shook.

The light of the knife illuminated the dark night, and a pair of familiar hands stuffed something into my chest.

The hands were cold, but my chest became hot due to the object that suddenly merged into it, and then those familiar hands that turned cold again gave me a gentle push.

Pushing me behind me into a space rift that appeared there at some point

"Goodbye my daughter"

"install......"

"forget me......"

"forget...us......"

"well...alive......"

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My consciousness is dyed white......