Chapter 5 Symbolizes the Man Who Died

The moment the 'dumb man' softly spits out those words, the world falls silent, and the colors of everything around him fade, as if rendered into an old black-and-white photograph, or like an ink-stained landscape painting. Under the gaze of the 'dumb', all existence, visible or invisible, will come to a fateful end.

The fireball that was facing the door of the 'dumb' man collapsed into points of light without warning and dissipated, the rocks turned into sand, the cages rotted, and the inexplicable fluctuations bloomed silently, and where everything withered and everything decayed, even the air was filled with dead silence.

Roger, who was already highly nervous, was swept by the inexplicable fluctuations before he even had time to react, and for a while, his soul seemed to be out of his body, sinking into the boundless depths of the netherworld with the wind, Roger struggled to stabilize his mind, and the remaining left eye looked directly at the young man in front of him.

In a trance, Roger's ears sounded with the Yellow Spring Quart, the roar of the River Styx, and in front of him was Osiris with a flail and a scepter and a beard, a cruel Grim Reaper with a cloak and a giant scythe, and King Yamamara with the angry eyes of Vajra in the Netherworld, and even a certain Japanese elementary school student with round glasses, which was Izanami of Hirazaka in Huangquan, Hela with a half-withered face, Quetzalcoatl, and Hades....... All of these concepts related to 'death' in Roger's mind appear as distracting phantoms, surrounded by 'dumb', shadows and shadows.

"It's ...... Divine word!" Roger said as he gritted his teeth as he struggled to keep himself from fainting, his neck bruised.

The so-called prophecy is never an oracle left by God, nor is it a vague whisper, even if people engrave it on stone tablets, record it in the scriptures, and give them religious sacred meaning, but it represents only the literal meaning, it is the word of God!

And to use understatement, it triggers phenomena that affect reality, which is the privilege of the gods in mythology.

Perhaps we can already refer to the young man in front of us as 'Him', and Roger is dealing with God!

"You look surprised, Roger," 'he' walked slowly towards Roger, with a warm smile on his face, as if the words just now were just the same as before, greeting Roger in the pit in the morning, but no longer a silent smile, "Actually, I'm also surprised, I've been observing you for a long time Roger, it stands to reason that lazy like you wouldn't appear in this place at this time, not to mention that the mine shouldn't be a forbidden place?"

'He' stopped in front of Roger, tilted his head and looked at Roger suspiciously, as if he hoped that Roger would give him an answer, but unfortunately Roger had almost exhausted his strength to stand, and every word of 'Him' struck Roger's soul, bringing a sense of exhaustion deep into the bone marrow, which was an absolute crushing order, as if the prey was instinctively trembling in the face of a predator.

The situation did not stalemate for long, with a bang, the cable of the suspension cage finally could not withstand the inexplicable fluctuation of decay, and the metal cage that was almost completely eroded smashed into the clearing, and in the dust raised, then a small exclamation sounded, which was the cry of Jerry who fell, presumably Jerry, who was still immersed in the illusion, experienced a fear that had never been touched in this life.

Roger's heart tightened, Jerry's shrill cry was also noticed by 'him', and 'he' smiled without being surprised with a little helplessness, "I said, it seems that Jerry pulled you over, it's really an interesting little guy." ”

"He" crossed the trembling Roger, the long hem of the placket and Roger brushed over, Roger was surprised to find that the mental power and magic power that had been exhausted were rapidly filled, the power was born from nothingness, the mental pain and physical exhaustion dissipated together, and the physical pleasure felt like rebirth.

"What do you mean, Your Excellency?" said Roger, turning around, carefully considering his words.

In front of the ruins where the cage fell, 'he' carefully bent down and pulled the buried little skeleton Jerry, who was also a little disgraced for a while, but his voice still came slowly, "Don't be so nervous, Roger, I don't have any ill will towards you, in fact, things are very simple, and you won't see me like this...... Oh, here. "'He' easily dragged Jerry out of the rubble with his feet, and Jerry's hands and feet twitched, and the fire of his soul flickered dimly, like a candle in the wind, as if it was about to be extinguished.

His pale fingers lightly touched Jerry's skull, and the gray-white light flowed through his fingertips, and Roger watched all this silently, watching Jerry, who was already on the verge of death, slowly calm down, and the fire of his soul burned again. 'He' withdrew his finger, and then he had time to finish his sentence, "But in that case, then I can also leave some things to you, and you are the object of my investigation anyway," 'He' turned around, and saw some swaying Roger, and patted his head, "Well, look at my memory, and forget that you can't bear the Prophet's words." ”

Pale golden points of light appeared in the air between 'Him' and Roger, flying and writing golden pan-continental characters in the void, and Roger looked awkward, such a form of words was exactly the same as something hidden in his own concept.

"That's a lot better", the smart points of light left a brilliant trail, written in the air.

As the last word of the prophecy faded, Roger's shoulders loosened and he nodded at 'Him'. Immediately touching his chest with his hand, bowing his head slightly, the shabby leather jacket was worn by Roger at this time with a subtle and upright sense of ceremony, "Thank you for your kindness, Roger Alfred hereby offers your most sincere respect." ”

Roger's solemn expression was comparable to that of the ascetics of the Holy City of Kaya, and he couldn't see the courage to throw fireballs at 'Him'.

'He' looked at the young man in front of him, and when Roger lowered his head and didn't pay attention, he scratched his head very unfiguratively, and the golden light in his eyes moved slightly, and in a short time he regained his breezy appearance,

"Since there is no faith, then there is no need to be religious, relax, Roger the Unbeliever, I think you will have a lot of questions. ”

"Yes, Your Excellency," Roger said apologetically, looking at the neighbor in front of him, looking at the neighbor who should have been familiar, "I didn't know that Your Excellency had set up a fantasy taboo under the mine, and it was the two of us who were reckless to rush in. ”

It's not cowardice, well, not at all. Roger, who suffered a loss, comforted himself with tears in his heart, there is no way, who can't let the god in front of him be provoked.

'He' was slightly stunned, looked at Roger, who was in a mess, and wrote in a light spot: "It seems that you were tortured very badly by the 'illusion' just now, but the 'illusion' here is not arranged by me, to be precise, there is no so-called illusion ...... here."

"You're just being influenced by the concept of death, and you're just instinctively moving towards death," He added silently.

"The concept of death, the concept is going to escape like magic, isn't this an ordinary necromantic energy?" Roger asked rhetorically, puzzled, having difficulty understanding what an abstract concept would look like if it represented the nature of matter.

"See for yourself," writes the light dot, "don't resist my power." ”

The handwriting dissipated, and the light flew up and down around 'him', and 'he' stretched out his finger again, lightly dotting on Roger's eyebrows, Roger subconsciously wanted to retreat, but finally gritted his teeth and stopped his steps.

Under the dim light of the wellhead, there was silence around him, and the young god silently touched his fingers with mortals, symbolizing the temporary granting of some authority, and the scene was mysterious and holy. The whole picture is full of the obscure religious overtones of Michelangelo's "Creation of Adam" at the zenith, but unfortunately no one here has recorded it, only the empty eyes of Jerry, a fainting little skeleton, watching all this.

The nervous Roger felt the cold touch of 'him' fingertips for a moment, and then it was gently bounced away, and by the time Roger stood firm, the world had been unveiled in front of his eyes, and the hidden truth was revealed in front of his eyes.

"What is this?" Roger murmured softly, and when the darkness no longer obstructed his vision, his eyes were a world of brilliance, all of which were dyed in magnificent colors, each of which was a manifestation of a variety of concepts. Roger bent down and held a stone, on which floated were 'solidity', 'minerals', 'movement', 'quality' and other cumbersome concepts, abstract concepts were intuitively embodied in Roger's eyes, and he soon was attracted by the inky black color in the air, the black was almost so thick that the surface flowed with the texture of liquid, that is, 'death', and the existence in it would be guided to the end.

Presumably he must have been shrouded by it just now, Roger thought, he subconsciously wanted to reach out and see that his 'broken concept' was a variety of colors, but he saw a touch of pure color in the colorful world.

It is also black, but it is completely different from the mottled black in the air, it is a simple inky cloud brocade, without a trace of superfluous color, and it is depicted as a smart humanoid silhouette, which is the background color of the universe, the end and destination of everything.

'This is the answer to everything, the key to crossing the blockade of the Sanctuary, from the condensed concept of God, the gods of this world are all the condensation of concepts!' Recalling the angry roar of the man who had deprived him of most of his concept, Roger, who had already had some guesses, was even more restrained at this time, and asked tentatively at the silhouette: "Your Excellency's god name is Last, the god of death?"

"Yes and no. In this perspective, the point of light also shows its reality, which is a branch of the concept of death in 'Him', the dark concept of death is carved into the form of thin lines in the void, "You can call me Rust, but more often than not, you can call me death." ”

Rust, Roger silently recited the simple name, and his mood could not calm down for a long time. It is difficult for people living in this era to appreciate the weight of this name, and now in the Pan-Continental faith, the god of death is Mios, the Apostle of Death of the Holy Light God, one of the nine disciples of the God of Light in mythology and legend, who was killed in the battle to expel the dragon Tasia of the End in the Dark Ages, and was promised to be in charge of the priesthood of death in the eternal kingdom of the Holy Light God.

But in a time far older than the Dark Ages, forgotten by mortals, the gods still walked the idyllic age of the earth, when the only Lord of death was the one in front of him, the god, Rust. Legend has it that Rust carried three coffins in chains, one snatching the soul and the other destroying the body, the last of which was never opened, and no one knew what was imprisoned inside.

It wasn't that Roger was too pretentious, but it was difficult for him to associate the handsome young man in front of him with the old and gloomy image of death in the lost literature.

"Okay, we don't have much time, let's talk as we go", 'He' snapped his fingers crisply, freeing Roger from that fantastic perspective, and also interrupted Roger's thoughts, "I just said I'm going to give you some tasks, right?" ”

"Yes, Your Excellency. Roger was not too disgusted by Rust giving him a task without asking, and obedience was a good way to do it in times of disparity in power, not to mention the service of God, which was a great honor for some religious fanatics.

"Then come with me, Jerry will be fine here, I've removed the 'death' from it for the time being. "He' picked up Jerry and put him on the dry ground, then got up and walked ahead, Roger followed, only to see 'he' turn and enter the collapsed mine, his figure flickering into the boulder blocking the road, and then leaving Roger with a blank face.

It didn't take long for Rust's body to lean out of the stone, scratching his head embarrassedly, "Look at my memory, I forgot that you can't go over the stone and come in directly, uh-uh, why are you dizzy again." ”

Shocked by Rust's unintentional words again, Roger wanted to cry without tears, so he could only silently shout in his heart, "You two goods!" The image of the ancient god collapsed in someone's heart.