“Krishna…I see. Did he send you here?”

Hearing this, Lin Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

The most famous of the ten incarnations of Vishnu, almost as famous as Sakyamuni Buddha.

He is also the shepherd, the demon slayer, and the slayer of Muro.

Some religious schools believe that Krishna is the true source of the “savior thought” and that the “Bible” and other later works are nothing but poor imitations.

——Therefore, he is also an existence that occupies the double-digit “full authority” in the Little Garden.

“No, to be precise, I was forced to do so. I have never doubted that the majesty of Lord Starry Void is inferior to that of Black Sky, but…”

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The storyteller looked embarrassed and said, “Heitian asked me to tell you something.”

“explain.”

“He said that as long as you are willing to give up the “Third Permanent Organ” of human fantasy, he will agree to any request you make.”

“Oh, I thought it was something difficult.”

Lin Yuan chuckled, then changed his tone, “But I refuse.”

“Eh?”

The storyteller was stunned. The other party’s attitude changed so quickly that it seemed beyond her expectations.

“Sending someone to lead the charge, are you afraid that I might harm him? Anyway, if you want to discuss the ownership of the ‘Third Permanent Agency’, have him come to see me in person. However, we have to wait until I have time to discuss this.”

Lin Yuan didn’t expect that he would be targeted by the big boss of the original novel, the behind-the-scenes investor of the community “Ouroboros”.

But it makes sense. After all, Heitian’s plans all revolve around the “Third Permanent Agency” and are closely linked.

He had already disrupted his plan when he killed Maxwell’s demon and seized part of the spiritual energy of the “Third Permanent Organ”.

So, Krishna found the “Fantasy Storyteller” whose spiritual merits were taken away by the saint, and asked her to negotiate terms with him.

After all, both parties are powerful in the same field, and it is impossible for them to fight each other directly when they meet.

What’s more, Lin Yuan had just killed the Son of God, Jesus, and was in the rampant period of the final trial of mankind, so he should not be underestimated.

The most important thing is that after the death of the “Dystopian” Demon King, within three hundred years, “Absolute Evil” Az Dakaha will awaken.

Therefore, the best time for Heitian to negotiate with Lin Yuan is the brief blank period between the fall of the dystopian demon king and the awakening of absolute evil.

This will be the most peaceful period in the history of the Little Garden.

Heitian seemed to have foreseen this moment, so he asked “Fantasy Storyteller” to say hello in advance and pave the way.

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“That’s about it, Master Starry Void. I will report to you about Black Sky’s message later. Of course, I always believe in your majesty, so no matter what happens, even if you fight with Black Sky, it has nothing to do with me… After all, I am just a poet who delivers messages.”

Having said that, the woman with long black and white hair stood up, saluted, and then quietly left the room.

Only Leticia and Lin Yuan were left in the room.

“I have already made some arrangements for this matter, but the real key point at the moment is that the spirit of the ‘Third Permanent Organ’ has not yet appeared, and this matter cannot be rushed.”

“Then we will ignore the message from that ‘Black Sky’?”

“Krishna has already started investigating the matter. The fact that he has traced it back to me shows that he is indeed a two-digit all-powerful deity. But he can only do so much. Although we are in a stage of friendly competition now, armed conflicts are inevitable. Just be vigilant.”

“I believe everything will be under your control.”

Leticia gently placed her small hand on the back of Lin Yuan’s hand and spoke in a firm tone.

“I don’t doubt it, but I’m getting a little annoyed waiting… But never mind, let’s deal with the ‘Dystopia’ issue first. I’m sure those guys down there are getting impatient too.”

In the courtyard, the vortex of the realm gate slowly emerged. Lin Yuan stood up and walked forward steadily.

“At present, the human race in the outside world has not yet reached the 2,000-year era, and the technology cannot support a perpetual motion machine, but the “Mechanic civilization” we have may not be able to do that… Hehe, if Hei Tian wants to compete with me, he is still far away!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared into the realm gate.

…

At this moment, the resistance alliance of the lower level of the box garden and the demon lord “Dystopia”, the final trial of mankind, have entered the final stage of the war.

Through sacrifice and praise, the Black Death and the Age of Enlightenment arrived ahead of time, and the decline of dystopia became increasingly obvious.

The upper gods, who were seduced by dystopia, began to frantically try to stop the attack of the lower alliance out of their persistence in faith.

The lower-level alliance also realized that the war had entered a critical moment and therefore resisted at all costs.

Among them, most people may only have seven-digit or six-digit financial strength.

But they fight for the little garden, for their inherent freedom, and for the future of human history, and will never compromise with the gods they once bowed to.

The lower ground of the small garden was covered in smoke.

In the five-digit class, in the farthest West End, a blonde girl was supporting a Grim Reaper wearing a top hat and a tuxedo.

“Okay, put me down right here… my stupid apprentice.”

Death said weakly, pushing away Canary’s support and falling into the rubble beside him.

“This is the limit of such a high-intensity battle. If I go any deeper, my current spiritual power will be instantly destroyed by Dystopia.”

“Are you sure it’s okay to stay here alone?”

Canary looked around and said, “This is the West District, the core territory of Dystopia. If we are in danger, no one will come to rescue us.”

“Haha, since when did I, the great God of Death, need a little guy like you to worry about me?”

Baron Cross managed a mocking smile.

At this time, he was exhausted, like a spent force.

However, in order not to worry his apprentice, he could only hold on and continue to be strong.

At the same time, the figure of the “dystopian” demon king quietly appeared in the distance.

Chapter 107: Stars, nothingness and dystopia, the devil who devours humanity’s final test!

“If I die here, it can only be attributed to bad luck.”

The tuxedoed Grim Reaper still managed to hold on and said:

“Besides, the probability of me being discovered is minimal. The biblical pantheon behind the dystopia has long been distorted by the turmoil in the upper echelons. Facing these guys, even in my current state… ahem, it doesn’t matter!”

“It won’t do you any good to hold on.”

“Shut up, idiot!”.

Croa is still as sharp-tongued as ever.

“We’ve come this far, don’t stop because of me! Hurry up and put an end to the rule of dystopia, so that the plague we spread and the sacrifices of the outside world will not be in vain!”

“I will.”

Canary nodded seriously.

“When the celebration party comes, I will prepare lots and lots of wine for you. You must try your best to stay alive, Death.”

“My silly disciple, please stop setting flags for me, your master…”

Death sighed, took out the broken monocle from his pocket, pushed it up, and put it on his face.

Canary no longer paid attention to her master, tightly grasped the long staff in her hand, and walked towards the starting point of her departure.

After leaving dystopia, the girl spent a long time.

She was born in a dystopia, and by chance was taken away by the god of death. She was given an impossible mission and grew into a hero.

Now, after a long journey to study, she returns to dystopia, only to bring destruction to the demon king who dominated the first half of her life.

However, is victory really possible?

Even if the influence of dystopia is weakened by the Black Death and the liberation of thought, it will eventually disappear completely thanks to the grace of poets who sing the praises of poems that can change the world.

But can I really take this last step successfully?

Even at that moment, Canary could hardly suppress the doubts in her heart.

However, she did not stop at all, and walked resolutely towards the core of the West District.

“097” Even in the face of strong winds and heavy rain, this seemingly weak girl still moved forward firmly.

She has no way out but to succeed.

At this moment, Canary’s eyes fell on a family.

This is an ordinary family born and raised in a dystopia. In the freezing cold environment, they huddle in the ruins brought by the war, clinging to each other to dispel the cold.

When they saw the canary, they neither called for help nor cheered. There was only confusion and helplessness in their eyes.

This is understandable. People living in a dystopia are like captive livestock. How can they understand the cruelty of war?

A trace of pity flashed in Canary’s eyes.

“Don’t worry, it will all be over soon, just be patient.”

Canary said softly, this sentence was more to cheer herself up than to comfort others.

“Soon, I will be able to defeat that evil demon king…”

“I object to what you say.”

“who is it!”

This monotonous and abrupt voice instantly made Canary break out in a cold sweat.

She leaped backward at an extremely fast speed, her movements were almost beyond the capture of the naked eye.

At the same time, she quickly cast a protective barrier and did not forget to teleport the family away safely.

In Canary’s vision, a mysterious figure appeared, wrapped in black linen cloth, wearing a black hat on his head and a mask shaped like a bird’s beak on his face.

The strong aura allowed the girl to instantly recognize the other person’s identity.

“…The final test of humanity: “Closed World, Dystopia.”

“Is this what you call me? It’s quite suitable as a name.”