Chapter 75 The light chaser will not abandon the light!
In the underground secret room.
Xiao En's consciousness woke up from the deepest part of the etheric plane. When he opened his eyes, there was already a long, dark box next to him.
The Ethereal Plane is not a place that ordinary people can go. To get there, you need mid-to-high-level teleportation spells. Without the power of Sealed Artifact No. 1, he has no chance at all.
Xiao En lifted the black box in front of him with invisible hands, walked to the keyboard, and tapped gently: "Thank you."
The cursor on the monitor is flashing.
Sealed Artifact No. 1: "..."
"..."
"Don't completely trust anyone, whether it's an aborigine or a soul from another world."
“……”
"You have to find the answer and make your own choice."
"..."
These sudden words made Xiao En stunned for a moment, and he even felt like he had seen her before. But this time, he was sure that he had not fallen victim to psychic suggestion, because after his promotion, he could already identify most of the spell fluctuations, and his self-understanding was also constantly strengthening.
Xiao En looked back at the direction of the door. The tombkeeper did not come in. He frowned and knocked: "What do you mean?"
Sealed Artifact No. 1 The screen flashed and replied: "The fate of this world is decided by the indigenous people, the souls of other worlds and the outsiders."
"They all have their own ideas and interests."
"You must also make your own choices, rather than being at the mercy of fate under the influence of others."
"Everything you are experiencing now is a script arranged in advance."
"You are just one of the actors."
The words of Sealed Artifact No. 1 made Xiao En feel a wave of excitement. The inexplicable chill made him wonder whether he should believe everything the other party said.
Lolis's painful lesson last time made Xiao En feel unforgettable.
Xiao En knocked: "I don't understand."
A shadow like an electronic demon flashed on the screen of Sealed Artifact No. 1, and it replied: "What happened here Everything is a competition between demigods that started more than ten years ago."
"You are just an unexpected factor involved."
"Everyone wants to. To get your support, and even get the master’s inheritance through you, because you represent the outsider, you are the first outsider to enter here in the past thousand years.”
"The masters have been away for too long..."
"Everything has changed!"
"In the past few thousand years, the real world has been completely destroyed by the indigenous people and aliens. Soul control. The stranger has no demigod of his own, but he has left behind a huge legacy."
"Your choice is important."
"But you must make it. Your own choice! ”
Xiao En felt his head was buzzing. The words of Sealed Artifact No. 1 made him feel a little confused. He knew that no one in this world would treat him well without any reason, but with his current knowledge, he really couldn't see clearly. Who is telling the truth.
Xiao En tapped slowly: "Why are you telling me this."
Sealed Object No. 1 seemed to be silent, and replied after a moment: "Because I don't want to die."
“We are also part of the legacy.”
“There is only one piece of advice I can give you, don’t be affected by external emotions, do your best to seek strength, the master leaves it to you The gift should not be so weak!”
"Your potential is stronger than you think!"
"Here, only with power can you decide your own destiny and be qualified to make choices."
Power?
Xiao En also wants to improve his strength quickly, and his promotion speed has far exceeded that of other extraordinary beings.
But looking at the meaning of Sealed Artifact No. 1, he has not fully unleashed his potential. His talents are currently powerful inspiration and the ability to recall death. In addition, Xiao En does not feel that he is What's different about them.
Sealed Artifact No. 1 is their legacy, and it is difficult for Xiao En to completely ignore everything it says. And judging from its meaning, it only hopes that Xiao En will improve his strength as soon as possible and realize his true potential.
Xiao En took a deep breath and tapped: "What should I do?"
He really couldn't tell the difference anymore.
If all this is really a competition between demigods, a script arranged in advance, then what can he, a little wizard apprentice, do in it?
The screen of Sealed Artifact No. 1 shone brightly and replied: "Look for opportunities and jump out of all the scripts they have arranged."
"Or, wait for the opportunity."
"Someone will come to you, and he will take you away from this stage, because everything here is not his script."
"But remember, Don't completely believe what he says."
"Now."
"You just need to play your role and act according to your heart."
"Hibernate and wait for the day when you can truly control your own destiny."
"0 and 1."
"It is the real legacy they leave to you."
Outside the underground corridor.
If Xiao En is still chewing on Sealed Artifact No. 1, what exactly are 0 and 1?
What it meant was definitely not referring to itself and Sealed Artifact No. 0, but to something represented by Sealed Artifact No. 1 and Sealed Artifact No. 0.
It doesn’t want to die.
That’s why I told Xiao En so much, then who will let it die?
Those who secretly plan the inheritance?
"Some people want the real inheritance of the stranger, but what is the real inheritance?" Xiao En doesn't know, but he knows that that inheritance is absolutely very important, and it is a power that even demigods will covet. .
Something that can make even demigods feel excited must exist at the level of gods.
Artifact?
No, there are no powerful artifacts recorded in the Dark Age. The essence of all strange objects are transformed from extraordinary relics. The artifact itself represents a kind of law of the world. After devouring and merging, it can be promoted to half God's possibility. There are artifacts that are used for digestion and promotion to demigods, and should not be retained as weapons and equipment.
What could it be?
Xiao En's brows furrowed, and when he raised his head and looked forward, he couldn't help but froze.
Hank.
The heavy rain outside has stopped. At the corner of the stairs, in the darkness of the shadows, Hank is standing in the corner smoking. The smoke is thick and obscures his face. He seems to be waiting for Xiao En here. Because when Xiao En walked out of the underground corridor, Hank in front of him immediately raised his head.
"Hank?"
Xiao En looked at the tired-looking middle-aged man in front of him and said with a puzzled expression: "Didn't you go to track down those cultists?"
< br>“Why are you here.”
Hank has been tracking down the cultists for almost a week, and he shouldn't come back suddenly at this time unless he encounters some trouble.
Smoke lingers in the shadows.
Hank slowly raised his head, there seemed to be a trace of regret in his eyes, and his eyes were covered with wisps of blood. He took a deep breath of cigarette, stared at Xiao En in front of him, and slowly The earth stepped out of the shadows.
He looks no different than before.
But he has no shadow!
Xiao En's pupils shrank for a moment. He seemed to have thought of something. He immediately looked up at Hank in front of him and said in a deep voice: "Hank! What happened?"
Hank showed a wry smile, He said softly: "You can indeed see me."
He is dead.
Except for the strong ones in the shadow sequence, only ghosts have no shadows.
Xiao En's expression was a little hard to accept, but he knew that what he saw was not false. Hank might be dead, and what appeared in front of him was a ghost, or a trace of spirituality that remained.
"I don't have much time."
Hank took a deep breath of cigarette and said calmly: "They have already started taking action. Just tonight. I will show you the way!"
< br>"Pay attention, follow the direction of the light."
Hank stared at Xiao En in front of him. In the smoke, he slowly said: "Can I ask you a favor?"
< br>A cold breeze blew by.
Xiao En looked at Hank's ghost in front of him, was silent for a moment, and nodded: "You say."
The investigators' inspiration is far beyond that of ordinary people, which also means that they can easily obtain a trace of power from the spirit world. , just like the headless lantern man in the college town, Hank's spirit found Xiao En in some way. Xiao En doesn't know what happened to Hank. His spirituality has not been cut off and dissipated. This is a state between life and death. A real ghost should not have much spirituality left.
But Hank is still very conscious now, and the ghost who just died should be confused. Hank threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and said softly: "I would like to ask you to help take care of my wife and children in the future."
Xiao En nodded firmly and said: "Okay."< br>
After getting Xiao En's reply, Hank smiled with relief. He waved his hand and his figure disappeared into the darkness, saying calmly: "Then I'm leaving."
"Pay attention to the direction of the light! ..."
"If you have the opportunity, help me tell my daughter that her father is not a madman or a monster, he is a hero! ..."
Hank is as free and easy as ever.
His figure disappeared in the darkness with a smile, leaving only Xiao En standing there silently.
suddenly.
In the southwest of Dorne City, a dull loud noise came, followed by a rising light. It was like a light guiding the direction, and it suddenly attracted the attention of countless night watchmen. .
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A dark and cold underground secret room.
The altar where the cultists held rituals was surrounded by bloody remains. In this small space, dozens of hideous and terrifying pupae were densely packed. Some of them had completely melted, and their whole bodies were covered with blood. The flesh and blood have turned into a thick dark red fluid. Some of the pupae are in the process of metamorphosis. In the pupa shell, you can see the outline of a human figure, but it no longer looks like a human being. Some of them have completely grown into insects. limbs and organs.
In the center of the altar, a white chrysalis like a silkworm cocoon is beating. In it can be seen the outline of a burly human figure, who has been reborn in death.
Let go of the old self and embrace the new self.
The moth mother's blessing favored him, allowing him to live a new life in death, reshaping his flesh and blood to reunite his body, and also pulling his scattered spirituality back into his new body.
——The feathered light chaser!
The Moth Mother is an ancient person who did not have the concept of good and evil. Her existence represents a phenomenon in the world. Those who chase light, whether it is the light of darkness or the light of hope, the Moth Mother only Favor those 'who chase the light'.
Those who have the courage to pursue the light without hesitation will eventually be blessed by the Moth Mother.
He represents chaos and change, and chasing light is his instinct.
The Moth Mother does not care about the life and death of mortals. She has no right or wrong, but wherever she comes, she will transform all creatures into half-human and half-insect monsters because of her power over life.
The old days did not care about human beings, they only cared about the laws of the world.
They seldom bend down to look at the ants.
Bah!
Above the altar, an arm that seemed to have arthropod joints tore open the solid white cocoon. In the flowing dark red viscous liquid, a hideous and terrifying humanoid head stretched out. He has a somewhat human outline, and you can vaguely see the shadow of Hank back then, but his eyes are the compound eyes of an insect. He has no nose, only two hollows on his face, and the position of his lower jaw has been transformed into a sharp insect. The mouthparts hummed softly along with the trembling of the wings, and a pair of white silk moth-like wings emerged from the white cocoon.
Feathering!
This is the emergence ceremony that cultists dream of. It represents the true light chaser, the blessing of the moth mother, the gift of the past, and a transcendence of the essence of life.
This terrifying half-human, half-moth monster slowly stood up.
He walked down the altar step by step, his white wings dragging on the ground behind him, leaving behind dirty dark red blood stains and a little crystal faint glimmer, which was the powder on the wings. As the blood stains on them gradually melted away, The trembling wings are slowly opening, as if a butterfly has emerged from its cocoon, regaining a new life and stretching its body.
Pfft!
A sharp spike appeared on his palm, and his insect-like feet walked in front of the densely packed pupae. With a flash of cold light, the bone spike penetrated instantly. The pupa shell, along with the half-transformed monster inside, was torn into two halves.
Blood splattered.
The entire underground secret room turned into an extremely bloody slaughterhouse. 'Hank' waved the bone blades transformed into his hands and mercilessly killed all the monsters here that had not yet hatched.
A pair of bloodthirsty compound eyes were full of chaotic madness, but there was still a trace of lucidity left.
"Dorne cannot fall."
"I cannot lose control yet, cannot fall into madness..."
"Because they are here too!..."
The emergence of the Light Chaser represents the blessing of the Moth Mother. This half-human, half-moth terrifying monster knelt on the altar. He whispered in a hoarse voice that sounded like an insect: "Praise to death and rebirth." The mother of change!”
"You are the mother of the old self who is in charge of life and death, and you are also the mother of the new self who is in charge of eternal life and change!"
"You are the light chaser in the darkness!"
"You are the seeker in the eternal night, you are the guide who guides people to new life!"
"You are the generous, kind and great moth mother!..."
With this The monster's hoarse prayers made the entire underground chamber tremble, as if they were resonating, forming heavy echoes. Above the altar, the outline of a strange moth also faintly emerged.
A drop of green blood fell on the altar.
This humanoid monster named 'Hank' used his bone blade to cut open the wings on his back, like torn flowing clouds and flying sleeves, and the pieces were quivering without the wind. He sang: : "Praise to the great Moth Mother!"
"I pray for the promotion of the Light Chaser!"
"I will use the new self as a blade and the old self as a shield to embark on the road of promotion. , chasing the light of darkness, the eternal light, the last light..."
"I pray to challenge the old generation!"
The entire altar cracked in the tremor, and the outline of the strange moth was also cracking, as if it was using death to end the old self and give birth to a new life. The prayer of the light chaser was blessed by the moth mother, because any feathered light chaser All are qualified to be His children.
Hank stood up slowly. The torn white wings behind him spread out, and drops of green blood spilled. The wings that fluttered and trembled in the wind were like trailing flying sleeves, as if they were insect angels. 's wings.
Boom!
His figure soared into the sky, crashing directly through the ceiling above his head, and landed on the ruined roof amid the shattered rubble.
Hank turned his head and looked in the direction of the Night Watch headquarters.
"Pay attention to the direction of the light!"
He murmured crazily, and then the tall figure flapped its wings and flew away. The torn wings turned into six flying feathers, and along with the fluorescent powder scattered all over the sky, it was directly in the sky. A brilliant trajectory like a shooting star streaked through the dark night sky.
His figure is like a moth rushing to the flame, pursuing the power of the old bloodline and locking the location of the moth's mother and offspring.
The last rationality is like a burning torch!
This investigator, who had never had the chance to embark on the road to destiny, embraced the last rationality between the death and rebirth of his old self. With the belief that he would die, he embarked on the road to promotion of the old family members. road.
It is the mother's instinct for moths to fly into the flames. She will bless those who are fearless.
The sky above the city of Dorne.
A half-human, half-moth hideous monster pierced the sky. He flapped his wings and flew down like a falling meteor. He directly ignored the many illusions. It was the real illusion that enveloped the rich area. High-level The work of an illusionist.
Boom!
In the exploded house, a behemoth directly burst through the luxurious villa. The rubble shattered and scattered all over the sky. The heir of the past broke out from a huge white cocoon, surrounded by the ground. The dry and withered corpse looked like an abandoned humanoid cicada.
It fluttered its wings and screamed, its spread wings were more than thirty meters long, and countless powders emitting light fluorescence were scattered, hypnotizing all nearby creatures. This heir of the past was angry, and it could not tolerate the provocation of an Emerged One.
The promotion of the old dependents is the path of human destiny.
This overestimating person is trying to challenge it, replace it, and become the new heir of the moth mother.
Pfft!
A streak of mottled gray-white scale feathers cut across the sky, like a sharp blade covering the sky and the sun. This is the authority of the scale-winged race. Hank's figure became riddled with holes in an instant. The feathered wings on his back seemed like mottled and broken rags. The scales and feathers that were tough enough to withstand gunfire became fragmented. The sky was filled with green blood. and the fragments of his broken limbs.
The power of the superior is so terrifying!
The offspring of the moth mother master the law of transformation of the scale-winged race, and this power completely overwhelms other feathered ones.
Only when you are close to perfection can you be qualified to embark on the road of destiny. In the same way, only by being close to perfection can we have a chance to complete the promotion of the old dependents.
This is a death ceremony like a moth flying into a flame!
The heir of the past stretched out its huge arthropod arm. It pinched Hank's broken body like a bug. The moth mother's blessing gave him extremely powerful powers. Even though his body was riddled with holes, he was still not dead. It was just that the difference in power between the two was so great that he had no chance of winning.
"Damn it!"
"The heirs of the past awakened early!"
In the illusion of the mirage, a frustrated voice came, and he said anxiously: "Let the animal trainer arrange it immediately Summoning Ceremony."
In the sky.
The offspring of the moth mother slowly brought the feathered one in front of him into his mouth. Since the other party dared to challenge it, he must be prepared to be swallowed up. The blessing of the moth mother possessed by this feathered person, It belongs to it now.
A person who overestimates his abilities is only worthy of being food on the table!
A bloody mouth filled with sharp mouthparts opened wide.
In mid-air, Hank's broken body turned and looked towards the east, which was the direction of the Night Watch headquarters. His insect eyes made him ignore all the darkness. He saw streaks of light under the dark night sky. The figure of the night watchman is rushing here crazily.
Someone was flying across the sky, and there were strong figures on the roof, one after another, chasing the traces of light.
“Finally...it’s not too late!...”
Hank smiled with relief and slowly closed his eyes. His body was like a delicious dessert being swallowed by the moth mother's offspring.
On the road to destiny, there is no mercy, losers lose everything!
But those who chase the light will not abandon the light until they die. They are moths flying into the fire, just like the nameless people in the dark era.
The moth mother is always so kind and generous.
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(End of this chapter)