So the question is, from whose perspective is the final battle between the Saint of Slaughter and the Evil God Conan taking place? Mo Yu thought about it, and soon realized something: "So, from the very beginning, the truth of everything is actually in me?" Conan's voice, which was deeply soaked in despair and gradually became gloomy and low, was extremely similar to the voice made by Mo Yu when he controlled Moriarty's little black body, except that it lacked a bit of ferocity. Based on this evidence, even without the need to exercise his omniscience, Mo Yu already had a vague idea of the truth. The first-round information of other characters remains in the deepest part of their souls, but the first-round information of Conan is not in Conan, but in Moriarty, the ultimate little black, or in other words, in the vast murderous intent of heaven and earth. In addition to those magical girls, what construct the dreamlike world of the first round also includes the remnants of Moriarty's body. In other words, the "perspective" that supports the dreamlike world of the first round is no longer those magical girls, but Conan himself! Although he already had a vague idea of the final outcome, Mo Yu didn't want to do anything at this moment! In this war of gods in which all of humanity has staked all its chips, gambled all its rationality and madness, romance and cruelty, a war so vast and long that it is beyond the endurance of human intelligence, and whose existence itself is a miracle, there should be an ending, no matter where it leads. In the face of this grand and tragic war, all God gave was to watch and remember.
At least until everything is settled. Gin and Conan really had little interest in communicating, and the battle soon began. Gunfire roared and bullets flew. Vermouth disguised as Gin, although her disguise was extremely similar to Gin, even Conan was fooled for a while, but there was one thing that Vermouth could not be imitated, and that was the extremely deep murderous intent! This murderous intent is the brutal cold that has been brought down over a long period of time under the vast ice ocean, and it is also the scorching heat that has been tempered and honed into a sharp edge under the blazing flames! The mere burst of murderous intent revealed some peculiar qualities. All the light between heaven and earth was swallowed up by this murderous intent, almost changing the sky and the earth, turning day into night, and the terrifying power rolled through the world. The bullets fired with all of Gin's murderous intent were even more terrifying. In other words, the magazine of Gin's pistol had long been emptied, without a single round of physical ammunition. Every bullet fired now was filled with extreme murderous intent of such high purity and concentration that it collapsed into a solidified entity. Every roar of gunfire turned into a dark light with an incalculable speed that penetrated everything! This dark murderous light was like a laser at first, but as it flew, its volume gradually expanded and turned into a light cannon, with extremely ferocious power. This scene made Mo Yu think of the world of death. If Ichigo Kurosaki, who has fallen into the status of a Gyuto Hollow, could perform a Black Hollow Flash of the same level as the King of Hollow Flash, and combine it with a frequency of hundreds or thousands of shots per second, it would be almost the same scene as what Gin is doing right now, with him firing at full power and being bombarded with gunfire! Although the Gin in the second game and the Gin at the end of the first game are both Slaughter Saints, the power and might they unleash are almost incomparable. The Gin in the second game can only be said to be a killer that is so powerful that he is unstoppable in some aspects, but the Gin at the end of the first game is a completely different matter. It is at the level of mankind's final decisive battle weapon. In this regard, Mo Yu can only say that in Conan's world view, which is guided by the setting of rules, status is much more important than cultivation, and the setting can be said to be more important than anything else. Of course, this does not mean that practice is meaningless. If the same status of the Slaughter Saint is given to someone else, even the crazy Mouri Ran who reached the extreme peak in the field of "force" in the first game, it would definitely not be as terrifying as Gin. This situation has its pros and cons. Gin bears the status of the Saint of Slaughter and instantly possesses such extraordinary power, but it also indirectly proves how difficult Conan is. Conan, who bears the status of the eternal protagonist, did not dodge or resist too much when facing the black bullets shot by Gin.
He just moved around randomly and miraculously avoided the bullet. That can't even be called "hiding" at all. As long as he moves his body, even just an inch, the protagonist-level laws will immediately take effect. Even if a nuclear bomb explodes next to him, it will not hurt him. At most, it will leave a "blood mark" like a scratch on his face or shoulder, indicating that although he has avoided it, he still decided to give the laws of physics some face so as not to embarrass it. In fact, Conan didn't want to hide by himself. It was just an instinct, an inertia, or even a fate. The protagonist's ability to survive gunfire and hail of bullets without being hurt never requires him to deliberately exert his power; it all happens naturally. He even tried his best to stop this instinct and fate, but the effect cannot be said to be zero, but it cannot be said to be that great. Gin's expression remained unchanged, not because his heart was as cold as iron, but because in this long time, he had already experienced time and time again how terrifying and unsolvable Conan, the evil god in the name of detective, was. But Gin did not give up. In order to kill Conan, humans have put all their chips on the line and done the limit of what humans can do. If he gave up, how could he be worthy of the name of the last hope of all mankind! If the limits created by all mankind with all their efforts are not enough to touch Conan's fire of life, then he, who bears everything of all mankind, will take the step to surpass the limit! He raised his head, stepped forward, and reached the side of God. Gin held the gun tightly, and the world gradually lost its color, shape, and existence in his eyes. Even his own existence was gradually forgotten. The only person that Gin's eyes can reach is Conan! Conan's appearance, Conan's posture, Conan's expression, these images appeared one by one, and then faded away one by one, and then what emerged again was Conan's will, Conan's despair, and Conan's past life. With your eyes, you can touch and lock onto all of Conan, see through his appearance, and then look for the root hidden in the darkness. Finally, Gin saw the fire of life and soul belonging to Conan! It is a light brighter than the sun. From the very beginning, what the world gave Conan was completely different from that given to mortals. But Gin didn't care about all that. He looked at Conan deeply, and then slowly put everything he had into the gun. The first thing that was pressed into the gun chamber was the "regret" that he had felt when he was a manager of a winery and was on the road of crime, and then one day, he fed drug A to Kudo Shinichi! If time could go back and return to that day, the first thing Gin would do is to grip his pistol tightly, point it at his own head, and then shoot. Although later on, after research by countries around the world, and even Haibara Ai repeatedly said that the birth of the evil god had nothing to do with this, Gin always wondered in his dreams at midnight, if it hadn't happened back then, would there have been no such desperate story later on? The second thing pressed into the gun chamber was the "fear" that had been lingering in Gin's heart since he was commissioned by various human countries to become an evil god investigator specifically targeting Conan! Although he escaped unscathed after several battles with Conan, Gin knew the gap between mortals and evil gods, which could not be described in words. He also knew clearly that his escape was unscathed and had nothing to do with all his efforts and choices, it was all just a trick of fate and the evil god. Although I escaped unscathed this time, I might not be so lucky next time, or the next time after that! The existence of those zombie puppets, whose sanity and personality have been wiped out and who have completely fallen into madness, and who accompany Conan in endless detective dramas in Beika Town, is creepy enough. The third thing pressed into the gun chamber is the "regret" condensed from everything that Kogoro Mori experienced in the movie! It was also in that movie that Gin saw for the first time what a human being is! He lurked beside Conan and suffered endless suffering but never gave up. He continued to think and prepare, and then he resolutely gave it a try.
Although in that movie, Gin ultimately failed to fulfill his promise before departure and sniped Conan, the evil god, he could only suppress his regret and personally send the ending and farewell to Mouri Kogoro. It was at that moment that Gin made a vow to Kogoro Mori that would last his entire life. No matter what the cost, we must defeat Conan! The fourth thing that was pressed into the gun barrel was the "sadness" lingering in Gin's heart after seeing off one hero after another. Heroes one after another ended up nowhere to return, and could never find someone to drink with, so they could only offer wine to them from afar. As a mere villain, he died before everyone else. How could he have survived to this day with the false name of the last hope of all mankind? The fifth thing pressed into the barrel of the gun was the "awakening" that was born since then as he gradually moved forward while bearing a name that he did not deserve! Human beings, after exhausting all possibilities and placing all their bets, resolutely face death. Before that, Gin said his final goodbyes to many people. And promised them again and again! Humans, even if they fight to the last man, will defeat Conan! This is the reason why he is the last person alive after seeing everyone off, and it is also the source of his murderous intent. After putting everything you have into the barrel of the gun. Gin raised his gun again, his lips moving slightly, as if he was saying something, but only he knew what he was saying... Pull the trigger, and in an instant, the sky and the earth become dark, and all light disappears. Standing in the pitch-black darkness, Conan saw an unprecedentedly shocking scene. A transparent figure appeared in the darkness, like a ghost, with angry eyes and ferocious hands, reaching out to grab Conan. When one person appears, a hundred people will follow, a thousand people will appear, and ten thousand people will appear, until the number is immeasurable. At this moment, all the humans who had been completely buried and evaporated by the global nuclear explosion emerged in the darkness as ghosts, reaching out to grab Conan. Hundreds of millions of dead souls grabbed Conan's legs, hands, and torso, making him unable to move. They grabbed his brain and every nerve in his body, freezing all of Conan's thoughts and instincts, even his subconscious mind was completely frozen. Finally, they grabbed Conan's life and the fire of his soul, fixing the foundation of his life. Then, in the darkness, a figure stepped out! The pitch-black windbreaker blends in with the boundless darkness, and the long silver hair is the only light in the darkness, symbolizing that the flesh and blood of all desires in the five turbidities and evil worlds have long since decayed and faded away, leaving only the bones forged by faith, as if they were made of indestructible gold and iron. Billions of human souls are like wings, swaying in layers behind them, shouting and roaring. The Saint of Slaughter, stripped of all worldly appearances, walks in the darkness with his hideous and evil nature. This Saint of Slaughter walked in the darkness, step by step towards Conan who was frozen, then stretched out his skeleton palm and inserted it into his heart. At this moment, fate is still playing its role as usual, trying to make Conan "avoid" all this. However, at this moment, the absolute law becomes less absolute. The power of one dead soul is insignificant, but the combined power of billions of dead souls who have experienced despair in eternal calamity is boundlessly powerful. They drag the laws by force!
With the hands of all mankind, we will forcibly stop the rotation of the wheel of fate and lock all the changes in the laws on Conan. This blow is sure to hit! The Slaughter Saint thrust his hand into Conan's chest and into the fire of his life and soul, intending to completely strangle this almighty God of Eternity. This strike is sure to kill! The darkness did not last forever, and the indescribable vision soon faded away. The light shines on the earth again, and then the true scenery of the earth appears, which is very simple. Just a bullet fired from Gin's gun hit Conan's chest, and then blood spurted out of Conan's chest. He was blown away by the force of the bullet and then completely collapsed to the ground. Gin didn't put down the gun, but just stared quietly. After a long, long time, Conan was still motionless, only blood was flowing from his chest, more and more. He didn't die immediately, but the exhalation was gradually less than the intake. Under Gin's gaze, the fire of the soul of life that was once brighter than the sun was becoming dimmer and dimmer at this moment. It didn't take long before Conan finally breathed his last! And at this moment, a faint smile appeared on Conan's face, which was infected with despair. And then, Conan died! The only male protagonist on the eternal stage and the only god in this world did not show any signs of illness when he died. It was as if he was just an ordinary person who was shot to death in an ordinary way. Gin put down the gun in his hand and stood there silently, as if in mourning! It was at this moment that this dreamlike world of the first round became increasingly withered and fragile, as if it would completely collapse in the next moment due to the loss of the support of "perspective". Mo Yu frowned, because this development was obviously wrong and somewhat different from what he had expected. But in the next moment, the dream bubble world of the first round that was about to collapse stopped the collapse process. Because Conan's extinguished fire of life and soul was instantly rekindled from nothingness. Conan opened his eyes! At the beginning, he was a little confused, but when he turned his head inadvertently and saw Gin, he knew everything. The despair as vast as the sea completely flooded his eyes. Gin also saw this scene. His hand that was holding the gun handle became extremely stiff, with blue veins spreading on the back of his hand. Finally, he just snorted coldly: "The existence of God is really disgusting. So, continue!" The so-called despair can no longer defeat Gin. He can't give up, and he will never give up. He has put everything he has into the gun. No matter what he faces, he will kill Conan, the eternal god, in the name of the ultimate hope of all mankind! The battle and fighting began again! Conan was killed again and again, but was resurrected again and again for no reason! How long this process lasted, was it a few days, a few weeks, a few years, or even longer, no one knew. Even Mo Yu, the God who was watching it all, was too lazy to estimate how long the fight between the two had lasted from the fact that the sun in the sky did not move or change at all, and never stopped. He just fast-forwarded it again and again, even though it was so fast that this dreamlike world in this first round became a fleeting glimpse, he never stopped.
After several years of chaotic fighting, the result was finally decided! Crazy Conan grabbed Gin's neck and lifted him up! "Gin, kill, keep killing..." Gin was not moved at all. His eyes had long lost the warmth and color of a human being, not even a trace of life. In this battle that was so long that even God could not pay full attention to it, despair did not defeat Gin, but the weight of time itself had completely crushed everything of Gin. A long time ago, Gin's personality had collapsed, leaving only obsession driving him to continue killing! But a long, long time ago, this obsession gradually collapsed.