I'm not a drama god

Chapter 1717 Restart

Beneath a sky as red as blood.

A figure clad in black armor strode across the rugged land.

The black ribbons danced in the wind, and countless dust particles spiraled upwards into the sky. His body was stained with blood, and his steps were heavy, like a lone general returning from a battle.

Not far ahead of him, a massive ruin of a realm stood silently...

That is the Spirit Void Realm.

"finally……"

"About to arrive……"

Jian Changsheng slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a solemn look flashed in his eyes as he looked at that realm.

After using the ancient military strategy to eliminate Ji Zai, Jian Changsheng pushed his speed to the limit regardless of the cost, and forced his way from the far north to here...

The Forbidden Sea and the Spirit Void Realm are extremely far apart. Even Jian Changsheng would need a day to travel there normally. However, he knew very well that with the Crimson Star about to descend, he simply didn't have the time.

So he frantically overdrawn his physical strength and killing intent, flying like a dragon all the way here. He had exhausted his mental energy by the time he arrived. In addition, with the arrival of the Crimson Star, the God of War within him was somewhat unstable, and he could only move forward with difficulty on his own two legs.

I wonder how Chen Ling is doing.

While the battle between the Twilight Society and the Disaster Relief Society was a matter of life and death, Chen Ling's one-on-one duel with Lingxu Jun was equally dangerous.

If Chen Ling had failed to defeat Lingxu Jun...

Do not,

He was Chen Ling.

Jian Changsheng took a deep breath, glanced at the approaching Crimson Star overhead, and staggered onward toward the Spirit Void Realm.

Just then, as if he had discovered something, his murderous eyes swept across the other side of the realm... In the shadows, several strange figures flashed by.

Jian Changsheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

He tilted his head, as if deep in thought, then silently quickened his pace and walked through the ruins.

The moment Jian Changsheng stepped into the Lingxu Realm, his tense heart immediately relaxed... He did not sense the protection of Lingxu Monarch's domain, which meant that this last of the Nine Monarchs was most likely already dead.

At the same time, a melodious song drifted into his ears from afar.

"Earth and rose are your cradle,"

"Frost and snow, and the setting sun, are your heavy makeup."

“I will weave my hopes into fluttering kapok flowers,”

"Until the rocks remember the fragrance of the flowers..."

Upon hearing this sound, Jian Changsheng paused slightly, his gaze fixed on the ruins of the collapsed clock tower in the distance.

In the dim light, one could see the figure of an actor standing there, his red and black opera robes fluttering in the wind. He stood calmly under the blood-red sky that had destroyed the world, singing a ballad leisurely.

This wasn't the first time Jian Changsheng had heard Chen Ling sing the Requiem Ballad. Every time he heard this song, Jian Changsheng's heart would quickly calm down... And Chen Ling's singing style was different from the other K cards, as if it had a unique, poignant charm.

Jian Changsheng didn't speak; he simply strode quietly toward the clock tower.

“Oh, weeping child,”

Please gently close your eyes.

"When twilight falls in the darkest of times,"

"I will promise you the sunrise and the blue sky."

As Chen Ling finished singing the last line.

The young general, clad in armor, was already standing behind the fluttering theatrical robes.

In the desolate ruins of the apocalypse, a pair of vermilion earrings fluttered silently. Chen Ling turned to look behind her, and the howling cold wind sounded like an ancient flute in the rugged ruins.

The black-armored general took a deep breath and raised the fragment of the sorcery foundation, which glowed with a purple light, with both hands...

His calm and composed voice then rang out:

"Jian Changsheng of Spade 6, on behalf of all members of the Twilight Society... offers the foundation of the Witchcraft Dao to Lord Red King."

"us……"

"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."

A blood-stained black ribbon fluttered in the wind.

Jian Changsheng's words were light and casual, as if he had completely glossed over the bloody battle in the Forbidden Sea. He didn't mention how they defeated the Calamity of Taboo, nor what price they paid...

All he needed to do was let Chen Ling know that the entire Twilight Society would not let her down.

Chen Ling stared at Jian Changsheng for a long time before asking in a hoarse voice:

"Little Flower, Gray King, Red Heart 9, where's Zhao Yi?"

"..."

Jian Changsheng did not look up, remaining in the posture of offering the Dao foundation of the witchcraft, and slowly replied: "The battlefield situation is chaotic, and they... failed to take the poison as promised."

The figure in the opera robe trembled slightly.

I do not know how long it has been,

He gave a soft "hmm".

Jian Changsheng raised his head slightly and saw an indescribable loneliness and bitterness in Chen Ling's eyes. His gaze shifted, as if merging with the bleak and cold wind filled with the smell of blood.

In fact, before the battle even began, Chen Ling had already anticipated the possibility of casualties due to those who didn't have time to swallow the poison, but he never expected the cost of this battle to be so devastating...

"Alright, you're the Red King now, why are you still acting like you're all lovey-dovey?"

After the members of the Dusk Society completed their mission, Jian Changsheng returned to his usual tone of voice. He lightly punched Chen Ling on the shoulder and said, "Hurry up and reverse the era, restart the world... Our hopes are all pinned on you."

"Chen Ling, don't embarrass our generation of sixth-generation members!"

Chen Ling took the fragment of the witchcraft, took a deep breath... and then slowly exhaled.

Above the blood-red sky, the meteor's light grew ever brighter, the incandescence gradually obscuring the blood-red hue, and rolling flames clung to the meteor, seemingly enough to incinerate everything.

"I will." Chen Ling handed a poison to Jian Changsheng at the same time.

To everyone's surprise, Jian Changsheng shook his head directly:

"It's no use, your poison can't kill me."

"...That's true, you're already an eighth-tier [Asura], even harder to kill than a cockroach."

Chen Ling's poison could kill an ordinary person, but it wouldn't be fatal to Jian Changsheng, who possessed the Blood Clothes and extremely strong vitality... Chen Ling was in a dilemma for a moment.

Given his current state, even if Jian Changsheng were to actively seek death, he might not be able to kill him in a short time.

"Killing me isn't that easy. I'll do it myself," Jian Changsheng couldn't help but laugh.

Chen Ling nodded helplessly: "Then you can do it yourself."

"You start the restart first, I'll stay by your side for a while." Jian Changsheng's gaze swept leisurely around the surroundings. "It seems like a few more rats have sneaked in here."

Chen Ling frowned, glanced in that direction, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.

Chen Ling turned around and stood still in the ruins.

With a flick of his finger, nine centipedes emerged from the ground, carrying coffins on their backs. They circled around Chen Ling like towering black pillars, their menacing centipede legs gently swaying, slowly opening each coffin...

Ruoshui Jun Wen Ruoshui, Jiguang Jun Yang Xiao, Tianshu Jun Lu Xun, Nanhai Jun Chu Changqing, Xuanyu Jun Ji Xuan, Cangyun Jun Qi Muyun, Hongchen Jun Su Zhiwei, Wuji Jun Lou Yu, and... Lingxu Jun Wu Tongyuan.