Chapter 2598

The recorder looked at the skull in his hand, at the empty eyes.

As if his words were just what he said to himself, the skeleton burst out a strong blue light.

It throws out a skull, which begins to spin in the air, then flashes, and is replaced by a man in a black tights.

The man fell to the ground, his face as if still with the pain before death, kneeling on the ground, breathing violently.

"I don't understand."

Seeing his palm again and feeling the touch of the moon, the man murmured.

He remembered that he should have died. Why did he come back to life?

With his big book, the recorder turned his eyes to the earth again: "mitteron, some time ago, you were destroyed, and I recast you."

Only then did mitteron realize that there was someone behind him, but he knew that whoever could revive himself would not be simple.

So he rotated in place, kept kneeling and turned to his gray, shriveled legs: "who are you, please?"

The recorder seems to have a good feeling for polite people. He calmly replied in a vacuum environment:

"I'm a clerk from the great omnipotent universe. My task is to record the state of each multiverse. People call me recorder. Your multiverse has just experienced a disaster that should have led to its demise, but it has survived strangely, which puzzles me. "

There is a faint blue light on the earth. Standing in this light, mitteron's tights can also shine, which is the natural dissipation of energy, but he feels that compared with the people in front of him...

it's like the difference between the light of fireflies and stars.

"The multiverse almost died? How long have I been dead? Who caused this disaster? "

The mummified recorder picked up his big book and showed it to mitteron.

"See for yourself."

"Ah

As the God who cast Mobius chair, mitteron had been used to the huge information flow that the chair sent every moment. Even the flight path of a fly in different worlds would be known by him, and everything was transmitted in real time.

But just a glance at the mysterious book, he felt that his brain was almost burned, and the huge amount of information that he couldn't think of in the past rushed into his mind like a roar, which made him scream.

The recorder just took back the book and watched the smoking mitteron rolling on the ground. It didn't speak until the other party could kneel up again several minutes later:

"it seems that you know what happened after your death, but you have to understand that mitteron, compared with your work, I can't count the years when I performed my mission."

But the God couldn't answer. He just gasped.

"Hoo, Hoo..."

"I've visited many incredible worlds and witnessed countless wonderful worlds, but I've never seen a world destined to be rebooted that can be pulled back from the cliff by mortals. There's nothing like this cosmic scene that only I can see."

The recorder was very calm. He watched the sun in the distance reveal a golden line from the earth. The place called America should be dawn now.

But it sees more than that, and so does the universe.

In its eyes, there is a landscape that others can't see, a single universe from a higher level, everything is different.

"I... Can't understand." It's obvious that mitteron can't resonate with each other, just like in the past, ordinary human beings often can't understand his thinking.

Different heights and angles lead to different things. This is the essence of the difference that intelligent creatures produce.

"Maybe I can explain it more patiently." The recorder was silent for a while. Then he raised his hand and pinched his burning chin. He rubbed his fingers back and forth: "you know all about the stories, but they should have gone to the natural ending and would have been torn apart by the" nightmare "of the" crisis "connection. Now, the story is half asleep and half awake. Why? You have to help me understand. "

Mitteron was a bit silly. He looked at the observer's flaming face and wanted to see something like a joke.

But the other person's face was like Batman, and the corners of his mouth, which were obviously brighter than those around him, were bent down and very serious.

Mitteron, who knew how many pounds he was, was silent. After a long time, he shook his head and could not give an explanation:

"all these are brand new information for me, pepetua, the bat of laughter, the secret of darkness and pluralism, all of which tear the universe to pieces."

"That's what I want to understand. Why?"

The problem is back to the origin. The recorder has deviated from his own path. He should only be responsible for recording the course of things, not why.

Mitteron turned and got up from the ground shaking. His legs were still shaking, and his hands were already open"In the past, I was just an indifferent spectator, looking at things from a 'macro' perspective through the chair of Mobius. The result is that the story I witnessed backfired on me. It was so heavy and terrible. However, now that story has not happened and everything has changed, which makes me doubt myself and naturally I can't give you any more answers."

The recorder touched his chin, his black and red flame head swayed, and his eyes narrowed:

"I don't understand why people can bypass the arrangement of the story, ignore the rules of the court, and forcibly change the fate of pluralism?"

"You just showed me that book, which records your rules." Mitteron also rubbed his face and looked at the empty universe: "but now you've violated the rules. Show me and communicate with me. It's beyond your story, isn't it?"

The recorder who touched his chin turned his head and did not give a positive answer.

"I belong to a cosmopolitan race. They fell apart and fought for thousands of years, and I also participated in it. I betrayed my duty again and again, took part in the struggle between gods and mortals, and deceived myself. That was the price for pursuing knowledge."

Mitteron turned around again, looked at the bright planet, and said frankly:

"but with the separation of my chair and I, my vision has changed. I found that this multiverse is also wonderful. Even now, the stress response of this multiverse to your arrival is also wonderful."

The recorder thought, "yes."

Mitteron smiles. He looks up into the distance, perhaps at the place where the wall of origin broke:

"that means that this multiverse is still performing its duties, and it should not die."

"I agree with your explanation for the time being, mitteron, but when the magistrates of origin come, will it still be accepted by him? I'm only in charge of recording, but the officer is not. "

The new God nodded calmly, and he said with certainty, "it's ridiculous to say, but I believe in human beings in some ways."

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