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But ever since being trapped in Deep Blue Harbor, there had never been a moment when Rast felt his soul so close to Amys.

It is clearly a body of flesh and steel, a human and a machine, but the temperature transmitted through the soul is so hot and so warm.

"I don't want our first reunion in the real world after so many years to end in such a ridiculous and tragic way, with us having to fight each other."

"I don't want you, Rust, to be sad and alone because you didn't see the person you expected."

"So, even if it causes backlash from the forces of historical revisionism, it doesn't matter. This is the choice I made based on my own will."

Amys leaned over to Rast's ear and whispered.

This time, her words lacked the gentleness of before, but were filled with a resolute determination.

"I can't bear to see you sad, especially because of me—"

"Therefore, this matter is non-negotiable."

Such slightly overbearing words made Last's thoughts freeze for a moment.

After a long time, he came back to his senses and nodded slightly.

Ever since being trapped in Deep Blue Harbor, Last had grown accustomed to being alone, living only for himself, and trusting only himself... To the point where, for a long time, he had forgotten what it felt like to have someone to rely on, someone to support him.

This is clearly not a burden or a nuisance, but rather a joyful thing.

However, if it was Xiao Ai...

So, being weak occasionally and choosing to rely on the other person - this doesn't seem to be a wrong option.

The desolate wind blew through the steel wreckage, and on the silent ruins only two hearts snuggled together, growing hotter and hotter.

……

"Ahem, although this may be a bit of a downer, there are some things I still want to ask you clearly. After all, given your current state, if I don't hurry up, I might not have the chance to ask you."

Dean Yin coughed lightly. "Xiao Ai, you just said that even an angel, if they traveled through time and space, would suffer the backlash of the power of historical correction..."

"Even if one is as powerful as an angel, one might be able to rewrite some details of history, but one still cannot tamper with the established historical trend..."

"So, what's the matter with him?"

Dean Yin pointed at Luster with his furry tail. "The events he personally traveled through and participated in can't be described as 'minorities'—like the Battle of the Broken Shore and the disruption of the Death God's ascension ritual. These were earth-shattering events that directly affected the course of an entire era of civilization."

"Then why has he never been affected by the forces of historical revision?"

Hearing this, Rast couldn't help but stare intently.

This was indeed his constant confusion—what he was participating in was not a reflection or a copy of history, but the real past history... This was a fact that had already been proven by Grey.

If it weren't for Rast, Gray, the current "Angel of Destiny" who led the Sixth Epoch humanity out of the Dark Ages and established a prosperous federation, might not have existed at all.

"To be honest, I don't really understand."

Amys shook her head slightly. "Although I've become an angel, ever since I participated in the 'Artificial Angel Project,' I've been sleeping at the bottom of the Watchtower... Even though I briefly woke up midway due to a loss of control and rampage, once I re-suppressed the will of the Judgment Star Cup, I sealed myself away once again and fell into a long sleep."

"This state has persisted until today... To prevent myself from deteriorating over time, I proactively cut off all contact with the outside world and plunged myself into a long, deep sleep, just to reunite with Rast in the future."

"Therefore, I'm not entirely clear on what happened later, at the turn of the Sixth and Seventh Epochs, when ancient history merged with modern civilization."

"but--"

Her fingertips brushed across Luster's face again, somewhat reluctantly: "I think these abnormalities in Luster are..."

"I guess they can't escape their relationship with the shore guards... and Sister Gray."

A hint of reminiscence flashed across Amis's azure eyes. "Any angel of the Long Order can travel back through time and space, leaving their mark on every moment of time."

"However, of all the long sequences, only 'fate' truly touches upon the laws of space and time."

"And as the Angel of Destiny, Sister Grey's control over the long river of time, over time and destiny, is far beyond the imagination of us Outer Sequence Angels—"

"However, although I don't know what happened between Sister Grey and the outside world during the time I was asleep."

"However, I can allow Last and you, Dean Yin, to witness that scene with your own eyes...everything Sister Gray faced at the end of the Sixth Epoch."

She gently lowered her eyes, watching the increasingly distorted time around her, and her increasingly illusory, even somewhat transparent body, and uttered a silent whisper.

"Because I have tampered with the original history, my current state of consciousness will not last for much longer... The power of historical correction is gradually descending, rewriting this erroneous history back on track, allowing me to return to my previous form as the rampaging angel of judgment."

"However, before the backlash of the power of history correction completely arrives, I can still use my remaining strength... to send you further back in the long river of time."

"To witness the end of the Sixth Epoch, the death of civilization—and Sister Gray's final footprint in this world."

"Those secrets I don't know are probably hidden in the final moments of that era."

Dean Yin did not react at all when hearing these farewell-like words.

However, Rast was slightly stunned.

"and many more……"

This was a reunion after many years, and he had many things he wanted to say to the girl in front of him.

Especially - the most critical and important thing.

Since Xiao Ai successfully became an angel of the judgment sequence, she has been sleeping until the seventh era, the current time node.

So, where is the place where she sealed herself and slept?

What should they do to truly meet each other again?

It is not in this ethereal past history, in the echoes of the illusory night world history—

But in the real, tangible reality.

But the next moment, he saw the blonde girl in front of him silently raised her finger and gently touched his lips.

Amys tapped Last's lips lightly, glanced at Dean Yin who had his back to the two of them, then looked at Last, and a hint of playful cunning suddenly flashed in her beautiful sky-blue eyes.

"To be honest, I don't really like occasions like this with third wheel..."

"It's obvious that all along, we have been talking in a world of just the two of us, and you belong only to me..."

Her voice suddenly rang out ethereally in Rast's heart, and only they could hear it, excluding a certain ferret in the outside world.

"So, if you want to talk more, let's go somewhere else."

"After you, Last, witness the end of the Sixth Era with your own eyes, and the final mark left by Sister Gray in this world, and discover all the truths and secrets..."

"See you in Canaan~"

Chapter 220: The End of Ji Yuan, Gray's Last Footsteps (Two in One)

The cold feeling unique to steel slowly dissipated from Last's skin...

Although Amis was still touching herself with her fingertips, the feeling of skin touching skin had disappeared and could no longer be found.

At the same time, he clearly saw the girl's body in front of him, and the hazy feeling of illusion deepened even more.

It has changed from a solid, clear and tangible entity to a bubble-like illusion.

It's not just Amys.

Rast raised his head slightly, and saw that the gauze-like night was gradually descending around him and Dean Yin, accompanied by distorted light and shadow.

This is the backlash of the "historical revisionist force."

If we say that in the long river of time, the history that has been established and actually happened in the past is the so-called "correct history."

At this moment, the echoes of the Sixth Epoch's history that Last and Dean Yin are experiencing firsthand are what is called "false history."

In the long river of time, whether it was Amis, who should have lost control and started the "Omnic Rebellion", or Last and Dean Yin who wandered into the Sixth Epoch, they were all impurities that deviated from their original trajectory... existences that should be eliminated, corrected, and returned to the correct path.

But, at the same time.

A voice came from the dark sky...

That was the sound of wings fluttering—

Formed from metal particles gathered from the ruins of the entire watchtower, it forms steel wings that block out the sun.

Amys's figure was so slender, and apart from the obvious mechanical features on some parts of her body, she looked no different from a real human girl... But on the dome behind her, the steel wings were so magnificent that they obscured the bright moon.

As the steel wings flapped, some invisible yet vast power was drawn by Amis and descended upon the ruins, causing the entire remains of the watchtower to emit a trembling sound.

And that was gradually descending, covering Dean Yin and Last... The dark night that was about to sweep them away from the night world and the echoes of history and return to the real world, now also stopped under the influence of that power.

It was frozen in place, unable to move forward even a bit.

That is the rule called "Judgment", a power that only Amis, an angel of the Judgment sequence, can mobilize. Even the "correction force" of time and space can be judged and temporarily invalidated.

But such an action obviously consumed a lot of energy from Amys...

Her figure, which was already somewhat illusory and hazy, now became even more disintegrated, almost impossible to see clearly, as if it were transparent.

"With the remaining strength I have, I probably won't be able to hold on for much longer."

"The 'corrective force' of history is irresistible to any transcendent. As long as those impurities that intrude upon correct history persist, the backlash of that corrective force will also persist."

"Using Rust's own words, the power of historical revision is like those NPC police officers in Grand Theft Auto. As long as you have a police star above your head, they'll haunt you and hunt you down. Kill one and another will appear. The more police stars you have, the better their weapons and equipment... They won't stop until they catch you in the police station themselves."

"So, while the backlash from the Alert Star level, that is, the correction power, is not too strong... I will use the last of my strength to send you to the end of this era."

"Of course, at the end of this era, a true angel war is likely to break out... With my own strength, after traveling through such a long time, I would not be able to protect you in such an angel war."

"Therefore, for your own safety, Rast, you can only remain in the long river of time and watch that scene from the perspective of an audience, but you cannot truly participate in it."

Listening to Amis's calm voice, Rast was slightly stunned.

It was only after he was trapped in the time loop of Deep Blue Harbor that he awakened his memories of his past life.

These Grand Theft Auto games and other jargon about his previous life were confided to Xiao Ai in Canaan after he was trapped in Deep Blue Harbor.

However, Amis's real body at that time should have been in a dormant state after being promoted to an angel.

After seeing Gray's photo and listening to the truth she told him, this question has been lingering in Luster's mind, making him reluctant to face it.

Amis, living in Canaan, between the night world and the real world, and the blonde girl who accepted the "Artificial Angel Project" and became an angel... Are they the same existence, are they the same person?

It was still in the recording that Gray had left for him before, the so-called "bionic artificial intelligence modeled based on Amis's language big data, possessing all of Amis's memories and personality."

And at this moment, when the girl in front of him blurted out words like "Grand Theft Auto" and "Police Star", Last finally knew the answer to this question.

"That Amis in Canaan is, of course, me..."

"As I said before—Angels possess an extremely domineering uniqueness. At every moment in the long river of time, there will only be one Amys in existence."

"It's just that, in order to prevent you, Last, from knowing the truth too early, I have taken the initiative to seal my memory, leaving only the memories of my life in Canaan."

As if seeing through Rast's thoughts, Amis' voice rang out again.

"This is a lie that Sister Grey and I wove together to protect you until you've grown strong enough."

"For so many years, I have been waiting...waiting for you, Last, to break free from your shackles, transcend the thick fog, finally grow up, and find the truth of it all."

Her voice paused slightly, and she looked directly into Luster's eyes.

"After all, like yourself, Luster, I am a very possessive fellow."

"As long as there's still a glimmer of hope, a tiny possibility...how could I possibly allow my place to be taken by an artificial intelligence, to let an AI take my place by your side?"

"So, Rust, you just need to relax."

"Before I truly meet you again in reality... I will never allow myself to die so easily."

Hearing the voice ringing from the depths of his soul, the last bit of worry in Last's heart finally disappeared completely.

He glanced at Dean Yin, who was not far away. "So, Dean Yin, do you also want to visit the end of the Sixth Epoch?"

"Nonsense, we've already reached this point step by step..."

"Even if it's just to avoid being disgusted by the fragmented stories, I have to finish watching the final scene of the Sixth Epoch."

Dean Yin flicked his tail and said, "I have no objection."

……

boom--

The iron wings that covered the sky and the sun began to flap again.

However, this time it was no longer to protect Dean Yin and Last, but pure killing and attack.

The so-called "judgment" is actually a sequence that implements the concepts of pure destruction and judgment.

In the face of the all-destroying rule of "judgment," even the originally extremely stable space and time were torn apart in an instant.