Chapter 451 "The Wandering Twins"Anti watched this scene. Xiuman held the two children in his arms. They were just born, but they seemed to be full of spiritual energy, surrounded by black and golden brilliance. It seems that in the dream world, there is no such thing as too many fancy things. If they were in a fantasy novel, these two children would at least be born with the strange omens of dragons and phoenixes. But the fact is that these two miracle twins who would become famous in the future were born with the death of their mother, who took away Sylvia's life. The bleak mountain wind brought the lingering smell of blood from Bradulela in the distant Assalon. Xiuman's eyes were red and tears could not stop falling, falling on the two children in his arms. The two children groaned in succession, and then burst into tears instinctively. Amid the crying of the children, Sylvia looked at them tenderly yet reluctantly. From the perspective of God in later generations, all human beings in the mixed dream world are "waiting" for the birth of the twins, waiting for them to grow up and become kings under the guidance of Xuman and Kashira. And now, the one who is most looking forward to their growing up and hoping to see what they will look like when they grow up is none other than Sylvia. As long as a mother truly loves her child, it is natural that she hopes to see her child grow up and stay with him/her until she can no longer do so.
But she felt that she had not started anything yet, and had not even fed her children once, so she could only leave her life at the starting point of her children. Anti stopped and did not move closer. Suddenly, he turned his head and found that his shadow had been lengthened and two tall figures emerged from it. The remains of the Shadow King, and Jasmine. The two had stopped the overlapping and colliding of the two worlds before. Anti only knew that the Shadow King had returned to his own shadow at some point, so he subconsciously thought that Jasmine should still be on Blue Star. It turns out that she has also been staying in her own shadow with Sister Remains. After they came out, their eyes swept over Hopkins and Anti, then fell on Sylvia and walked towards her. Hearing the footsteps, Xiuman turned around, and when he saw the two people coming, he was stunned. This is a strange feeling of disobedience, but I also feel an inexplicable warmth. Jasmine slowly squatted down beside Sylvia and reached out to touch her face. The gentle golden light in her hand allowed Sylvia to open her eyes again and see the two of them. "You... who are you?" Sylvia stared at Jasmine and the remains in a daze and spoke weakly. "Thank you for your hard work." Jasmine did not answer, but whispered a consolation. The remains also half-knelt down beside him, not saying a word, just watching silently. Sylvia raised her hands tremblingly and touched their faces in return. After a long while, she smiled with relief. Jasmine and the remains were gently held in her arms. Hopkins sighed silently and was about to turn away sadly, but Anti suddenly grabbed her. "There's nothing for me to do here," Hopkins said, "I'm going to prepare for awakening." "You came here to find the mystery of your birth, have you found the answer?" An asked. "That kind of thing is meaningless. I have accomplished nothing." Hopkins said stiffly.
"Even if you achieve nothing, there are people waiting for you." Anti followed up. "Xiao Jin?" Sylvia suddenly raised her head and called out. Hopkins' body froze, and he looked back at Sylvia stiffly. "You won't say goodbye to me?" Hopkins said dejectedly: "I am something that should not exist. I don't have the qualifications." "Why?" Sylvia asked. "I am a wandering god born from your children. I am the culprit who deprived them of hope. I sucked their blood and called myself a fake savior. I... I am not worthy..." Hopkins said gritting his teeth. …… "Are you familiar with me?" In the chaotic world of wandering gods, Xiuman, who came to investigate the mysterious wandering god in front of him, asked it doubtfully. Tiandi Shou shook his head gently: "We have never met, so how can we be familiar with each other. It's just that I am very familiar with this world, but I am also curious about why I am like this. I am tracing the mystery of my birth and pursuing the power that can completely seal the anti-miracle." "Where are you going?" "I don't know where I should go. Maybe I will spend the rest of my life in confusion. Not all puzzles can be solved." Tiandi Shou was very open-minded at this time. "Assalon." Xiuman spoke inexplicably. "That is, the Miracle Twins..." "Have you been there?" "It's familiar, but I've never been there before. It's also a little strange. It seems like I'm not very willing to go there." "That's right, go take a look. Just like you are inexplicably familiar with the world and me, I also inexplicably feel that you should go there and take a look. Maybe you can get some answers." "Thanks for the tip." Xiuman continued: "However, you also have to understand that knowing the truth also requires facing some costs. Can you bear it?" …… The end of the anti-miracle, mankind’s despair for miracles. Holding the hand of heaven and earth, mankind's hope for miracles. The Hand of Heaven and Earth solved the mystery of his own birth in Assalon. How did the chaotic world of the wandering gods begin, and how did the twin dynasties collapse? Why did two beings who could be almost eternal if they wanted to disappear and die? Their power combined with living thoughts gave birth to something in Assalon. When the bell rang, Tiandi Hand saw the experience of his own birth. Hope was born in the form of despair, and this was the price of hope. And hope itself breeds despair. The savior’s “game” ends here. Whether to self-disintegrate and sink into a dream, or to be reborn from the dream, Tiandi Shou chose the former.
The parade of gods has its own rules. The Hope Principle of the Heavenly Hand cannot face the fact that it was born in despair. A collapsed Youshen should bring about his own destruction. In the final analysis, it is just a false god. In the dream, with a young and weak human body, I watched again and again as Sylvia persisted for the "ten years" for Assalon and the fetus in her belly. Reincarnation again and again. The pure beauty that truly exists is something that it would rather watch forever in this dream. …… “Come here…” Sylvia stretched out her hand. “…” Hopkins remained unmoved. Although Sylvia was weak, she still said playfully: “Then you…are you my granddaughter?” Jasmine felt a little embarrassed for a moment and turned her head away, not knowing what to say. Could this matter be settled like this? "Haha, sorry, you should be more like their sister... Can I hug you too? The last time I hugged you seems... a long, long time ago." Sylvia said with a smile. Hopkins was still hesitating, but Anti picked her up from behind and threw her over. Since you are pretending to be the savior, there is no need to be awkward. Jasmine quickly raised her hand to catch Hopkins, looked at Anti helplessly, and then stuffed the struggling Hopkins into Sylvia's arms. The remains also reached out their hands and gently stroked Hopkins's little head without knowing when: "Sister...sister..." Hopkins's beautiful eyes were filled with tears. He buried his face in Sylvia's arms, and his faint cries floated softly in the woods. Anti watched silently not far away. There are countless garbage mothers in the world, just like what Anti experienced. But this is probably why maternal love has always been worth praising. Thinking of this, Anti turned around and left quietly, leaving the time to the mother and daughter. The anchor is detached and the semi-dream is about to collapse. The dream is about to wake up. On the way, Anti found the stranger, who was hiding in a dark corner. It turned out that this was not just a habit in Anti's mind, but would it still be the same even if he came out? "Come back?" "Humph……" The stranger groaned and disappeared. Anti also immediately felt his brain become cloudy, indicating the return of his confused mind and body. It was a bit unexpected. I thought that the current enemies had been dealt with, and the strangers would take this opportunity to teach Anti a lesson. Unexpectedly, he let Anti go first.
Because it's not the right time yet? Anti also feels the same way. This semi-dream world is not their stage, and it is better to solve their own problems in their own "crib". Thinking of this, Anti returned to the castle. At this time, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, revealing the beautiful night sky, with a full moon hanging high in the sky, casting soft moonlight. In the castle's garden maze, there is a small pavilion in the center. Endehai is sitting on the top of the pavilion, hugging his knees and looking at the moon. Hearing Anti's undisguised footsteps, Endehai spoke up: "Although it was just a dream, everyone in the castle is fine. The Shoggoths were dealt with by you, and I don't have the heart to do anything to those imaginary people." "You still tricked me. You are so smart." Anti also responded. "I confessed everything, it's just that you have never been willing to listen to the voice of someone like me." Endehai said with emotion and helplessness. She stood up from the top of the pavilion: "She's awake." "Didn't you wake her up?" "I gave her a little stimulation. Whether she is willing to wake up is really a subjective matter. Now it seems to be going well... It's great that I can say goodbye to Sylvia." "You can go too." said Anti. "Are you laughing at me?" Endehai turned his head. His dark eyes were actually pupils formed by countless chaotic lines. "According to your sister's logic, of course you can go." "To me, her awkwardness is just the whining of someone who was born into privilege. It's ridiculous that a god who was born to listen to the hope of the world ended up doubting himself after being sought after. It's really beautiful to bring hope to others and then receive hope from others, but why... throw the other garbage to me?" Twisted lines stretched out from Endehai’s body, wrapping her up, and with her as the core, the anti-miracle finally arrived. The mystery of birth. The Hand of Heaven and Earth is searching for the mystery of its birth, and so is the Anti-Miracle Ending. Two sides of the same coin, hope and despair. It wasn’t just the Heaven and Earth Hand that was born from the Miracle Twins on that day. The hand of heaven and earth, the anti-miracle end - that is the "Wandering God Twins". (End of this chapter)