When he saw the feathered serpent entrenched in the depths of the black mist, and saw the face of the other party's mountain-like body, Azk was stunned at first, and then the corners of his forehead twitched, as if someone had smashed a wedge into his temple, cutting his head in half.

In this intense pain, incoherent pictures jumped out of his mind:

Exactly like his appearance, even the subtle features of the Quetzalcoatl face are exactly the same;

A silent land, countless pale corpses;

clouds floating in mid-air, made of skulls of different races;

Pitch-black knot-like tentacles drilled out of the ground, dead fish-like eyes at the tips of the tentacles;

He was forcibly pulled out of the transparent spirit of his body.

After these flickering images, a pair of pale flame eyes looked out, and a white feather stained with light butter fell, cutting Azk's transparent spirit in two.

One of them flew up and into the "cloud of skulls", while the rest merged with a gold ornament that leaped out of thin air, returning to flesh and blood in the scorching pale flames.

Such a scene was like Thor's sledgehammer, striking again and again in Azik's mind, making him unable to bear the pain anymore, raising his hand to cover his head, his knees gradually weakened, and he collapsed on the stairs.

He finally remembered everything, and understood the reason why he kept dying and resurrecting, always losing his memory and getting it back again and again:

His soul is not complete!

In the same way, Azk understood why the feathered serpent that oppressed the entire space in the depths of the black fog had the same face as him:

That's him!

That's the other "Azik Eggers"!

And it all started with a covert attempt before the Grim Reaper's fall.

At that moment, the crazy and powerful Grim Reaper seemed to foresee his end, unwilling to die like that, and quietly divided the soul of his child, the "Death Archon" of the Bailang Empire, took half of it, and sewed something together with the spirit of Azk as a substitute.

I don't know if it was due to the deliberate arrangement of the Grim Reaper, or the unintentional influence of the Spiritual Cult's artificial Death Reaper plan, the half of Azik's soul that was taken away was fused with the "uniqueness" of the artificial Grim Reaper's goal, which allowed the latter to gain a certain instinct and begin to actively influence the high-level powerhouses of the "Corpse Collector" path who failed to be promoted.

And the other half, although there is a substitute and is no longer mutilated, but due to the incompleteness of the soul, it can only die and resurrect again and again, just like the sequence 4 "The Undead", and under the influence of the "gold jewelry" in the body, and by the cry of the other half of the soul, every time Azik starts a new life, he will gradually retrieve his past memories over time.

In the past, Azik tried to figure out the reason, but when most of his memories were naturally restored, he was already very close to another death, and there was no time to explore, and the plan of the Spirit Order to create a god of death had only been proposed for hundreds of years, and there were no preliminary results until not long ago, so he never found the answer.

Lotus, lotus, lotus!

Azk's hands had somehow left his head and propped himself up the stairs below, and a non-human sound came from his throat.

Drops of sweat slid down his forehead and hit the stone slab in front of him, soaking in a layer of pale yellow oil, giving birth to fine white fluff.

At this moment, he felt the cry and longing of the other half of his soul, and the two "selves" who had been separated for more than a thousand years couldn't wait to become one and be whole.

"No......" Azik whispered in pain, not wanting to lift his head and stretch out his right hand.

He just saw very clearly, the "self" incarnated as the Feathered Serpent does not have the slightest sense of reason, and is full of extreme coldness and madness, if he is reunited with the other party, I am afraid that he will immediately return to the original state of "Death Archon", and even become a pseudo-Death Reaper with only divinity and no humanity!

Then he will forget everything, forget all those who have ever cherished.

"No......" Azk burst out of his throat again, and his neck lifted uncontrollably little by little, and pieces of pitch-black and cold scales appeared on it.

The position of his forehead suddenly bulged like a vitality on its own, and it cracked open from it, and a bloody wound grew.

A golden glow then emerged from nothingness, taking shape in flesh and blood.

It is an ancient ornament made of gold, shaped like a slender bird, surrounded by wings made of pale flames, and the inside of the bronze eyes, the light is layered on top of each other, forming a mysterious and illusory door.

As soon as it appeared, Azik let out a low roar of pain, raised his head completely, and two pale flames suddenly ignited in his vicissitudes of life.

The illusory and real feathered serpent in the depths of the black mist straightened up and poked its head out, and the two identical faces of different sizes looked at each other silently, and there was silence.

In the midst of the four pale flames jumping, Azik, with his hands propped on the ground, struggled to his feet and slowly walked towards the feathered serpent, known as the Artificial Death.

As he approached, the entire mausoleum began to vibrate, and the surroundings became transparent, reflecting a world of countless skeletons and shadows.

The bloody arms, the blue and black vines with the faces of the babies, and the slippery tentacles with the eyes of dead fish or two rows of fangs pierced through the boundary between reality and illusion and penetrated into the mausoleum, but they were stuck to the ground, not daring to move.

............

East Bailang, the city of Gulain.

Dalie Simone, who was on her way to the next target, suddenly stopped and raised her hand to the side of her head.

"What's wrong?" asked Sost, the leader of the Red Glove team, confused.

Dai Li frowned slightly, and replied with a bit of a dream:

"I heard strange noises and felt a call from nowhere...... I even wanted to fall to my knees......"

"Did you hear that?" said South, asking the rest of the team cautiously.

Leonard Mitchell had just shaken his head when he heard the slightly old voice in his head say:

"Look in the direction of the Furious Sea. ”

Leonard subconsciously turned his body and looked at the harbor location, looking at the raging sea in the distance, only to see that it was pure deep darkness, there was no strong wind, no huge waves, no dark clouds, no lightning, no rain, and no sunshine.

............

Crane's eyes were closed, but he was inspired enough to perceive movement around him, hear the whispers of pain and screams that seemed to be Mr. Azik, and feel the solid silence and death aura.

What had happened? The "Artificial Death" in the depths of the mausoleum, though it had not attacked Mr. Azik, had a bad effect on him? Crane's mind flickered, and his heart was anxious and panicked.

His spiritual instincts told him that what was going to happen next was not what he wanted to see!

However, he couldn't think of anything he could do, and he didn't even dare to open his eyes and see what Mr. Azik was doing and what was going on.

This is not a problem that can be solved by courage alone, it is a gap in the personal level, a gap that cannot be bridged.

In an instant, Klein had a strong sense of powerlessness again, but he didn't give up, desperately remembering what he had to use:

"Wriggling hunger? no, it's not a grade at all, it won't do anything......

"Death knell......?

"I didn't bring ...... 'Black Emperor' card, 'Tyrant' card, and I didn't bring ......

"The Spoacher's Charm...... Yes, the Spoacher Charm!"

Klein was overjoyed, and already had an idea:

That is to use the "Stealer" charm to temporarily reconcile the fate of himself and Mr. Azik, and bear the effects of the "Artificial Death" instead of him!

At least, I still have the possibility of resurrection, and Mr. Azik's previous deaths are not victimized, who knows if he can wake up again in this case! Crane didn't think about whether the "Smuggler" charm could have an effect on Azik and the artificial death, only thinking that no matter what, he had to try, he raised his right hand and reached into his pocket.

Then, he hesitated.

His arm lifted up and fell back into its original position.

His whole body froze for a short time, as if he had been transformed into a statue carved in stone.

Klein's lips twitched a few times, his expression distorted indistinctly, and then he jerked his right arm and pulled his palm out of his pocket.

In the palm of his hand, he held a black crystal card-like charm tightly.

At the same time, Azik is getting closer and closer to the mountain-like illusory feathered serpent, and his pace is getting faster and faster, as if he is returning to his throne.

However, his pale eyes were full of pain, and his expression was distorted to the extreme.

"No......" Azik whispered again, and white feathers stained with light butter grew out of the bare parts of his body, between the gaps in the pitch-black scales.

The cry and longing so strong that he could not control himself at all, and he was about to take to the air and leap towards the huge feathered serpent with his face.

The bird-shaped ornament on his forehead, the pale flames spread violently, flowing to the rest of his body.

Crane's spiritual intuition was frantically alert, and he hurriedly pronounced an ancient Hermetian word:

"Fate!"

He was about to use the spell when there was a sudden silence around him, and there was no more sound.

A slender, fair-skinned female palm appeared out of thin air and pressed against the bird-shaped gold ornament on Azk's forehead.

A figure then drew between Azk and the mountain-like illusory Quetzalcoatl, interrupting the two's approach.

With the help of external forces, Azik finally resisted the desire to merge into one and the cry that could not be refused, and the pale flame in his eyes "reflected" the figure floating in the air.

It was a beautiful lady, dressed in a classical robe and a black hood, with no expression on her face, dark eyes and a lack of spirituality.