Chapter 2597: Resurrected

The recorder looked at the skull in his hand and stared at the hollow eyes.
As if speaking with the law, just as his self-talking voice fell, the skeleton burst out with a strong blue light.
It threw the skull, and the skull began to spin in the air, and then a flash of light, replaced by a man in a black tights.
The man fell to the ground, his face seemed to carry the pain before death, kneeling on the ground and panting violently.
"I do not understand."
After seeing his palm again and feeling the touch of the moon, the man murmured.
He remembered that he should be dead, why did he come back to life again?
The recorder took his big book and turned his eyes to the earth again: "Metron, a while ago, you were destroyed, and I recast you."
Only then did Mettron realize that there was someone behind him, but he was knowledgeable and knew that no matter who he was, it would not be easy to resurrect him.
So he turned on the spot, keeping his kneeling position, turning to the gray shriveled legs in front of him: "Who are you?"
The recorder seemed to have a good impression of polite people. He calmly answered in a vacuum:
"I am a clerk from DaNeng Universe. The task is to record the state of each multiverse. People call me the recorder. Your multiverse has just experienced a disaster that should have led to its extinction, but it persists strangely. It’s hard to understand."
The earth was glowing with a faint blue light, and the two of them stood in this light, and Metron's tights could also shine. It was a natural dissipation of energy, but he felt that compared with the person in front of him...
It's like the gap between the glow of fireflies and the stars.
"The multiverse almost died? I...how long did I die? Who caused this disaster?"
The corpse-like recorder picked up his big book and opened it to Mitron to take a look.
"Watch it for yourself."
"what!!!"
As the who cast the Mobius chair, Metron has long been accustomed to the huge flow of information that the chair sends every moment, and even the trajectory of a fly in different worlds will be known to him, and everything is transmitted instantly. of.
But after just glanced at the mysterious book, he felt that his brain was almost burned. The huge amount of information that could not be thought of in the past rushed into his mind like a tsunami, causing him to scream.
The recorder just retracted the book and watched the smoking Mitron of Qiqiao roll on the ground until the opponent could kneel again after a few minutes, it said:
"It looks like you know what happened after your death, but you have to understand, Metron, compared with your work, the years of my mission can no longer be counted by time."
However, the could not answer, he just gasped.
"Huh, huh..."
"I have visited many incredible worlds and witnessed countless wonderful worlds, but I have never seen a world destined to be restarted by mortals that can be pulled back from the edge of a cliff. This kind of cosmic scene that only I can see, nothing It can be shoulder to shoulder."
The recorder was very calm. It watched the distant sun reveal a golden line from the earth. The place called America should be dawn now.
But it sees more than that, and the universe is more than that.
In its eyes, there is a landscape that no one else can see, a single universe from a higher level, everything is different.
"I... can't understand." Midron obviously couldn't resonate with the other party, just like in the past, ordinary humans often couldn't understand his thinking.
At different heights and angles, things you see are often different. This is the root of the difference between intelligent creatures.
"Maybe I can explain it patiently." The recorder was silent for a while, then raised his hand to pinch his burning chin, rubbing his fingers back and forth: "You know everything about the'story', but they The natural ending will be torn apart by the nightmare connected by the crisis, but now, the story is half-dream and half-awake. Why is this happening? You must help me figure it out."
Mettron was a little dumbfounded. He looked at the flame face of the observer, wanting to see some expressions similar to jokes.
But the other person's face was like Batman, and the corners of his mouth, which were obviously brighter than the surroundings, were curved downward, very serious.
Mettron, who knew how many catties he was, was silent, and he shook his head after a long time, unable to explain:
"All of this is brand new information to me, Perpetua, the Laughing Bat, the dark and diverse secrets, everything torn the universe to pieces."
"This is what I hope I can figure out, why is this?"
The problem is back to the original point. The recorder has deviated from his own path. He was originally only responsible for recording what happened, not why.
Mettron turned around and got up tremblingly from the ground, his legs were still trembling, and he spread his hands:
"I used to be an indifferent onlooker, looking at things from a'macroscopic' angle through the Mobius chair, and the result is that the story I have witnessed blew me back. It was so heavy and so terrifying, yet Now, that story has not happened and everything has changed. This makes me doubt myself, and naturally I can't give you any more answers."
The recorder touched his chin, the black-red flame head shook, and his eyes narrowed:
"I don't understand, why can people bypass the arrangement of the story, ignore the rules of the court, and forcibly change the multiple destiny?"
"You just showed me that book. It contains your rules." Mettron also rubbed his face and looked at the empty universe: "But you have violated the rules now, show me, and me Communication, this should be beyond your story, isn't it?"
"..." The recorder who touched his chin turned his head to think, without giving a positive answer.
"I belong to a cosmic race, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, they have fallen apart and fought for thousands of years, and I have also participated in it. I betrayed my duties time and time again, participated in the battle between gods and mortals, and deceived myself. The price paid for the pursuit of knowledge."
Mettron turned around again, looked at the bright planet, and said calmly:
"But with the separation between me and the chair, my vision has also changed. I found that this multiverse is also wonderful, and even now, the stress response of this multiverse to you is also wonderful."
The recorder thought about it: "Yes."
Mettron smiled slightly. He raised his head and looked into the distance, perhaps at the place where the wall of origin was broken:
"That means this multiverse is still fulfilling its responsibilities, and it shouldn't die."
"I agree with your explanation for the time being, Metron, but when the Judge of Origins arrives, will it still gain his approval? I am only responsible for recording, and the officer is not."
The new nodded calmly and said with certainty: "Although it sounds a bit ridiculous, I believe in humans in some ways."