Shenhao System: Nine trillion fell from the sky

The light of the divine sword gradually dissipated, and it returned to its original position, quietly waiting for the next battle. Eric's body was lying quietly on the ground, motionless. His eyes were still open, as if he were looking at the end of the world. There was still an expression of fear and despair on his face, which was the trace of his last struggle and helplessness.

Everything around him fell into silence, except for the wind rustling the leaves. The voice echoed in the silent air, as if telling the sadness and indifference of the world. And the golden divine sword still shone with cold light in the air, as if announcing its victory and Eric's end.

People came from all directions, and they saw Eric's body lying motionless on the ground, with an expression of horror and despair still on his face. They were silent for a moment and then started talking among themselves. Some people lamented Eric's unlucky fate and was killed by the Excalibur. Others were in awe and wonder at the power of the Excalibur.

And the golden sword is still shining with cold light in the air, as if telling its glory and majesty. It witnessed Eric's death and the sadness and indifference of the world. However, it did not feel sad or lost because of this, but instead strengthened its faith and determination to continue to protect the world from evil forces.

Eric's eyes lost focus, and the originally deep black pupils became hollow and confused at this moment, as if the soul had left the body, leaving only endless nothingness. His eyes revealed an unspeakable despair, which was helplessness for life, struggle against fate, and fear of impending death.

His mouth was slightly open, as if he was roaring silently, and questioning God. The slightly parted lips seemed to be telling his unwillingness and struggle. He seemed to want to shout out the pain and despair in his heart, but he could not make any sound. He could only let those emotions surge in his heart, but could not vent them.

At this moment, the surrounding air seemed to freeze. People held their breath, as if afraid that their breath would disturb the quiet and solemn atmosphere. The wind stopped blowing, the leaves stopped rustling, and even the birds stopped chirping, as if the whole world was mourning for Eric. There was a depressing and heavy atmosphere in the air that made people breathless.

Eric fell to the ground, like a puddle of mud that had been trampled casually. His body had lost its support and collapsed limply on the ground, letting the dirt and dust stain his body. The so-called nano battle armor seemed like paper in front of this golden sword, with no defense at all. Those high-tech equipment looked so vulnerable in front of the mysterious sword light, as if they were mocking the fragility and insignificance of human beings.

Eric's limbs lay limply on the ground, as if telling his helplessness and despair. His arms and legs were unable to move, as if they were tightly bound by an invisible force, preventing him from struggling or escaping. His chest stopped rising and falling, as if even his breathing had stopped. The once beating heart was now motionless and could no longer deliver blood and oxygen to his body.

His eyes were wide open, as if silently protesting this unfair fate. The widened eyes revealed a deep sadness, anger and unwillingness, which was a nostalgia for life and a resistance to death. There seemed to be the last glimmer of hope remaining in his eyes, but that light gradually dimmed and eventually disappeared into the depths of his pupils.

At the last moment of his life, he used all his strength to squeeze out a sentence. The words seemed to be forced out from the depths of his throat, and every word was filled with grief, anger and despair. That sentence was his last fight against fate and his last farewell to the world. He seemed to be telling everyone: he had existed, he had struggled, and he had worked hard. However, in the end he was defeated by the ruthlessness and cruelty of fate.

His face was extremely pale, without a trace of blood, as if all the breath of life had been taken away by the impending death. His eyes were wide open, and the black eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets, as if silently protesting this unfair fate. His mouth opened wide, as if he was roaring silently, and as if he was questioning God.

His fingers dug deeply into the soil, as if he wanted to incorporate his life force into it. His hands tightly grasped the soil on the ground, and his knuckles turned white, as if to express the despair and unwillingness in his heart. His chest rose and fell violently, as if protesting against this unfair fate.

The surrounding atmosphere seemed to solidify at this moment. The wind stopped blowing, the leaves stopped rustling, and even the birds stopped chirping, as if the whole world was mourning his departure.

He suddenly let out a hoarse and angry roar, as if questioning the injustice of fate. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his heart, filled with endless grief, anger and despair. His language was no longer the usual calmness and rationality, but full of emotional fluctuations, as if telling his inner unwillingness and protest.

He said: "No! I'm not willing to die. Why do you want to play me?" These words seemed to burst out from the depths of his heart, and every word seemed to have exhausted his last strength and filled with emotion. of grief and despair. His voice echoed in the air, like an unyielding soul telling his fight and struggle. His eyes flashed with anger, a questioning of fate and a challenge to injustice, as if he wanted to tear the invisible fate apart.

He held on to his life tightly, as if holding on to a life-saving straw, as if if he let go even a little, he would fall into the abyss. Every breath he took became extremely difficult, and every breath seemed like he was fighting with the God of Death for the right to live. His heartbeat became weaker and weaker, and every beat seemed to be saying goodbye to this world. However, he still persisted there, like a lonely mountain peak, standing in the wind and rain, as if waiting for something.

I don't know how long it took, but his voice gradually became weak and weak, like an oil lamp that was about to go out, swaying lonely in the darkness. His eyes also gradually lost focus and luster, as if they were gradually sinking into endless darkness. However, even at this moment, he still did not give up the fight. He used his last bit of strength to squeeze out a sentence from the depth of his throat: "I am unwilling..." Although the voice was weak, it was full of determination and persistence, as if it was his last call for life.

Then he lost his voice again. His eyes were closed tightly, as if he had been plunged into eternal darkness. His hands were still tightly grasping the soil on the ground, as if expressing his inner reluctance and protest. His body seemed to have turned into a stone sculpture, lying there quietly, letting the wind and rain hit him, but he could no longer move.

At the moment when his life was about to end, Eric's expression seemed extremely complicated. His face was filled with endless regret, unwillingness and loss, as if all the emotions were rushing into his heart at this moment. His eyes lost focus, as if he was recalling everything in the past, the good times and dreams he had.

He thought of everything between him and his parents, and those ordinary but affectionate days seemed to be right in front of him. They once walked together on the paths in the park, the breeze gently brushed their faces, and the sun shone through the leaves on the ground, forming patches of mottled light and shadow. They walked hand in hand on the path, chatting and laughing, enjoying the rare leisure time. At that time, his parents always encouraged him to pursue his dreams bravely and not to be afraid of failure and setbacks.

He still clearly remembers every birthday celebration. His parents prepared sumptuous food, exquisite gifts, and his favorite cake for him. They sat together, lit birthday candles and sang cheerful birthday songs. At that time, his face was filled with a happy smile, and his heart was full of expectations and longing for the future.

In addition to the happy times, they also spent many difficult moments together. When Eric faced difficulties, his parents always stood firmly by his side and gave him endless love and support. They spent dark nights with him one after another, making him understand that no matter what difficulties he encountered, as long as his family was together, he would have the courage to overcome everything.

Eric's parents were his guides on his growth path. They taught him how to face difficulties and hold on to his dreams. They always set an example and use their actions to tell him what responsibility and love are. Their words and deeds helped Eric understand the true meaning and meaning of life.

But now, as his life is coming to an end, Eric feels extremely regretful and lost. He regretted not spending more time with his parents and not cherishing those good times. He felt that he had failed his parents' expectations and efforts, and made them endure the pain of a white-haired person giving away a black-haired person.

Eric's breathing became weaker and weaker, and his heartbeat became slower and slower. His body seemed to no longer belong to him, everything became numb and weak. However, his consciousness was still clear, and his brain was still thinking about everything in the past.

He began to recall interesting things from his childhood. Those carefree days seemed like yesterday. He was flying a kite in the park with his parents. The kite was flying under the blue sky and white clouds, and their laughter echoed in the air. Those beautiful memories made him feel extremely happy and satisfied.

But now, everything is out of reach. He wants to go back to the past, to those good times, to make up for his regrets and mistakes. He wanted to walk on the trails in the park with his parents again and feel the warmth and happiness again.

However, time was running out, and Eric's breathing became weaker and weaker. His consciousness also began to become blurry. However, there is still a firm belief in his heart: he wants to see his parents one last time, apologize and say goodbye to them.

He tried hard to open his eyes to see everything around him clearly, but what he saw was darkness and blur. He wanted to call his parents' names, but his voice became weak and weak.

At the last moment of his life, Eric finally understood what true love and responsibility are. He understood that he should cherish every moment of his life, care for his family, pursue his dreams, and create a better future.

But now, it's too late. Life, like the last ray of light in the setting sun, has gradually disappeared at the end of Eric's world. He was lying on the hospital bed, his body seemed to be bound by invisible chains, unable to move. His eyes, which were once full of life and vitality, were now like two bottomless pools, dim and dull.

Eric looked towards the distance for the last time, which was the hometown where he once lived, a home full of laughter and laughter. However, at this moment, all of this slowly disappeared from his sight, like being gradually covered by a thick layer of black curtain. The familiar streets, houses, trees, and the people and things that had accompanied him through countless good times were all drifting away, eventually turning into nothingness and darkness.

His heart was filled with endless regret and regret. He thought of the promises he had made to his parents, and of the dreams and plans that had never come true. He knew that he would never return to that warm family and experience those carefree times again. His parents have left him, and their departure has turned Eric's world into darkness.

He closed his eyes and tried to remember those past days, those times with his parents. However, those memories seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of fog and became blurred. He tried hard to grasp those fragments and piece them together into a complete picture, but they slipped from his fingers like grains of sand and could not be grasped.

Eric's face showed an expression of pain and despair. His lips were pressed into a tight line, as if he was enduring great pain.

Eric recalled his childhood dreams, as if that distant past was still vivid in his mind. He remembered that the sky was always so blue and the sun was so bright at that time, and his heart was filled with endless longing and expectation. At that time, he determined to become a scientist and wanted to contribute to the progress of mankind. Whenever he imagines himself standing in the palace of science, revealing the mysteries of the universe to people, he will be excited in his heart.

His eyes sparkled with the passion and determination of the past, as if he could see himself in his youth, moving forward bravely with dreams in mind. He used to study hard and study various scientific principles without sleep or food. He remembered those countless days and nights when he sat alone at his desk, flipping through one heavy science book after another. His brows were furrowed, and he was thinking about every question intently, trying to find the answer. Whenever he makes a discovery, he always has a happy smile on his face, as if he has found the key to the palace of science. He looks forward to one day making a difference in the scientific community and becoming a person who changes the world. He imagined himself standing at the pinnacle of science, respected and worshiped by the world. That sense of honor and achievement made him feel extremely satisfied and proud. He hopes that his name will go down in history forever and become an example for future generations to learn from and follow.

However, as time passed, everything changed. Eric's ambition gradually expanded, and he was no longer satisfied with just being a scientist. He wants more, wants to rule the entire earth. Driven by power and desire, he gradually lost himself. His eyes were full of desire for power and greed for money, as if he had forgotten his original dreams and intentions.

He began to plot conspiracies and launch wars in an attempt to become the master of the world. He used his intelligence and scientific knowledge to create a variety of deadly weapons and robots in an attempt to rule the world. His hands were stained with blood and sin, as if he had forgotten what kindness and morality were.

His figure loomed in the darkness, like a ghostly presence. His eyes were full of cunning and coldness, as if he had no human emotions and conscience. He kept climbing upwards, trying to reach the pinnacle of power and become that invincible existence.

However, all this madness and ambition ultimately led to his failure. He lost all his relatives and friends in Game of Thrones, and also lost his heart. He stood alone on a high place, looking at the ruins and blood beneath his feet, and his heart was filled with endless regret and pain. He recalled those innocent lives lost due to his ambition, and those piercing cries and desperate eyes made him feel extremely guilty and remorseful.

His face showed an expression of pain and despair. His lips were pressed into a tight line, as if he was enduring great pain. He grasped his hair tightly with both hands, as if trying to relieve the pain and uneasiness in his heart. His body was gradually becoming colder and stiffer, like a stone losing its temperature.

In the end, Eric's heart was filled with endless regret and self-blame. He knew that he had embarked on the wrong path, a path full of blood and sin. He wanted to undo his mistake, but found it was too late. His life has come to an end, and he can never go back to the past or recover those lost moments.

Eric's body, like a lonely sculpture, gradually became stiff. His vitality seemed to be drawn away bit by bit by the invisible darkness, and the void left behind was left with silence and coldness. His hands were clenched into fists, and the strength of the clenching seemed to express his inner unwillingness and anger. His eyes, like two deep obsidians, stared at the world, but they were full of doubts and questions, as if he was asking why the world was so cruel to him.

The surrounding scenes seemed to become blurry and unreal as he left. The wind, the gentle breeze, with a hint of coolness, blew past Eric's side and brushed the tips of his hair. The leaves swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound. The sound was like thousands of waving wings, whispering the impermanence and fragility of life. The afterglow of the setting sun filled the earth, and the whole world was enveloped in golden brilliance. The light seemed to bid farewell to the person who was about to leave.

Eric used the last bit of strength in his life, and a weak voice floated in the air: "It's better to be a kid!" That voice was full of endless memories and emotions, a nostalgia for the past and a helplessness for reality.

Then, Eric lost his voice again. His eyes were tightly closed, and his closed eyes seemed to have been plunged into eternal darkness. Everything around him returned to calm, as if nothing had happened, but the silent air was filled with sadness and sadness. For Eric, the world has completely changed.

His heart was filled with endless regret and regret. He clearly realized that he could not go back to the past or make up for the mistakes he had made. His mistake was like a sharp sword, piercing deeply into his heart and causing him great pain. He just hopes the world can learn from his mistakes and not repeat his tragedy.

His body lay there quietly, as if it had become an eternal statue, telling the impermanence and fragility of life. His soul had drifted out of his body and towards the childhood he once yearned for. In that era, there was no struggle for power, no temptation of money, only innocent smiles and fearless courage.

Eric's soul crossed the boundaries of time and space and returned to that innocent era. He saw himself as a child, the one who had dreams and bravely moved forward. He looked at that self, and his heart was full of nostalgia and emotion. He knew that that era of innocence was gone forever, and he could never return to those carefree days.

He silently said to his young self in his heart: "Eric is gone, and I am no longer the same person as you. I once forgot my original intention and lost myself in the abyss of power and desire. I hope you You can remember that innocent era and remember who you once were. Don’t forget your original intention and don’t be confused by power and desire.”

Then, Eric's soul slowly dissipated in the air and turned into a breeze, blowing through that former hometown. He took one last look at the former home, the home full of laughter and laughter, which had now turned into endless nothingness and darkness. He knew that he could no longer return to that home, and he could only bid farewell to that former home silently in his heart.

As time goes by, Eric's name is gradually forgotten. His story has become a warning to the world, letting people understand that the desire and ambition for power cannot bring true happiness and satisfaction. Only by adhering to your original intention and pursuing your true dreams can you find inner peace and true success.

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The surrounding air seemed to be frozen, condensing into a dull and depressing atmosphere. Birds avoided this part of the sky one after another, as if they too felt the heavy pressure and did not dare to approach easily. Under this sky, only Eric was lying there alone, his body stiff, as if he had lost the breath of life.

At this moment, a tall man suddenly appeared in front of Eric. He is Feng Yihao, a seemingly ruthless man. His appearance is like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky, breaking the dull atmosphere. His gaze was as sharp as a knife, as if he could penetrate Eric's mind and see the fear and anxiety in his heart.

A sneer appeared on Feng Yihao's face, a smile of ridicule and contempt. He said slowly: "If it weren't for the live broadcast effect, I could kill you with one move!" These words were like a sharp dagger, piercing Eric's heart.

In Feng Yihao's hand, purple light quietly gathered, and a purple fireball slowly emerged. This fireball seemed to be alive, beating restlessly, and every beat seemed to tell the wild and unruly nature of Feng Yihao's heart. The high temperature it emits seems to ignite the surrounding air, causing the surrounding air to become distorted, making people afraid to approach easily.

Feng Yihao looked down at the purple fireball in his hand, with a satisfied smile on his face. His eyes revealed a kind of confidence and arrogance, as if to say: "This is my power, what can you do to me?" His words were full of provocation and disdain, as if in his eyes, Eric was just An insignificant existence.

He flicked it casually, and the purple fireball pounced on Eric like a ferocious beast. The speed was so fast that people couldn't react and could only watch it rush towards Eric. At this moment, Eric's body seemed to become extremely fragile and vulnerable. The purple fireball instantly devoured his body, leaving only a pile of ashes.

This pile of ashes seems to be telling Eric's past glory and current tragic experience. They lay quietly on the ground, as if crying, which made people feel sad. Feng Yihao looked at this scene with a satisfied smile on his face. There was a coldness and ruthlessness in his eyes, as if to say: "This is your fate, you deserve it."

Eric disappeared forever. He left no trace in this world, as if he had never existed. His passing makes people feel extremely regretful and sad. He was once a man with dreams and pursuits, but in the end he ended up like this, which makes people lament the fragility and impermanence of life.

From beginning to end, the angel never took action. She just watched the battle calmly, as if it had nothing to do with her. Her expression was peaceful, as if to say: "The disputes in this world are beyond my control." She exuded a divine radiance, like a goddess bathing in the sun, pure and flawless, awe-inspiring.

She stood there quietly, like an angel descending, giving people an extremely sacred feeling. She looked calm, as if all the troubles had nothing to do with her. Her eyes are as deep as the sea, as if she can penetrate all the truths and secrets in the world.

Her face was like finely carved jade, without a single flaw, and breathtakingly beautiful. Her facial features are clear and three-dimensional, as if they were formed through thousands of tempers. Her skin is fair and delicate, as if it has become more perfect over time.

Her long hair draped over her shoulders and fluttered gently, as if telling her story. Her hair was as black as the dark clouds in the night sky, soft and smooth. Every hair seems to be telling her experiences and emotions, making people want to know more about her past and future.

Her figure was slender and well-proportioned, as if it had been carefully sculpted. Her shoulders were broad and strong, as if they could withstand all the pressures and challenges in the world. Her legs were long and powerful, as if they could overcome all obstacles and difficulties.

She stood there, quietly watching everything around her. Her eyes reveal a kind of determination and courage, as if telling people that no matter what difficulties and challenges she encounters, she can bravely face and overcome them.

Her demeanor and demeanor were full of confidence and ease. She seems to have transcended worldly troubles and constraints and become a true angel. Her presence makes people feel incomparable awe and reverence, as if she is the most dazzling light in the sky.

However, her heart is not as peaceful as her appearance. In fact, she's already making waves. Her heartbeat was beating fiercely like a war drum, as if telling her nervousness and uneasiness. Her hands were clenched into fists, as if she was trying to control her emotions.

It's not that she didn't want to save him, but she didn't dare to take action at all. She knew that the terrifying will of swordsmanship had locked onto this battlefield. If she dared to take action, she would not be able to escape the end of being killed. She didn't want her life to be sacrificed here in vain, she had more important things to do.

Her heart is full of contradictions and struggles. She wanted to help, but she was afraid of the terrifying will of the sword. She could only stand there silently, praying that this battle would end as soon as possible. (End of chapter)