Yes! In the dimly lit room, a wizened figure awoke again in horror from the liquid. He recalls what just happened, only to find that his memory is slowly blurring.

The moment he woke up, he could still clearly remember the damn bomb that blew himself to pieces, but at this moment, when he recalled the experience he had just experienced, he found that he couldn't remember the terrible scene anymore.

Gasping for breath, greedily breathing in the turbid, but precious air to him, the wizened old man raised his arm.

It was his arm, an arm that he should have been familiar with, but found incredibly unfamiliar. The arm was so thin and covered with fluid, but it still looked like a piece of dry firewood.

He made it carefully to recognize that it was his own arm, and he stirred the liquid in front of him with his hand, the black liquid reflected an ugly face in the light of the torch.

"Uh......" The thin old man wanted to stretch his body, but found that he was so weak that he couldn't even stand up.

Fear permeated his whole body, and he felt that his soul had rotted to the point that it was filled with a smell of decay.

"Ah......h

By the light of the torch, he saw a container beside him, the same shriveled skin struggling to poke its head out of the liquid.

The old man, who was also shriveled and emaciated, looked over with dull eyes, and the other side stretched out his arm to him, as if trying to grasp his shoulder.

But then, the arm, which was more terrible than the arm of a mummy, hung limply on the edge of the container.

I don't know why, but the shriveled old man who sat up knew that the same inhuman old man next door was dead. He didn't know why, but he just knew, as if in the depths of his memory, he had experienced what was in front of him.

"......" Suddenly, when he remembered the demon he had just died, he found that he couldn't remember anything.

He didn't remember the shrapnel flying at him, or how the diffuse shockwave shredded his body.

Anyway, he just couldn't remember, as if all those messy memories before had never happened.

"Damn it......" he cursed, trying to reorganize his broken memories, but he couldn't remember anything, as if he had just been born today.

"This one is awake too! What's going on today? An ugly-looking demon believer heard the old man's voice, grumbled irritably, and pressed the other old man in front of him back into the liquid.

On the other side of this demon, another demon, who had been busy for a long time, pulled his long sword out of a dry corpse: "These sacrifices are gone! Their brains are crumbling, and their memories are out of order......"

"We must get rid of them quickly! Otherwise, if the Magic Origin Lady blames us, we will suffer too! In the dim corner, a faint word floated away.

The words were a little erratic, and it was clear that the demon who spoke was moving. The old man took a deep breath and tried again, only to find that he still couldn't get up from the container full of disgusting liquid.

Another voice came from a distance, intermittently chilling: "Can ...... How could those damned enemies kill so many god-attendants in such a short period of time and in one go? ”

"You know how strong these god acolytes are! But they had just been killed, almost at the same time! Soon, another voice came, and the emaciated old man struggled for a moment, and the liquid rattled with a loud sound.

"Don't scare me! It's possible, it's possible that they just went on a mission to send them to death together, and you don't know how terrible the explosion is after these god servants are killed! A demonic voice came.

"Those over there seem to have the strength to struggle! It's a pity! If he rests for a few more days, he may be able to use it again......" Then, the owner of the other voice seemed to hear the sound of water, and sighed.

"Yes...... But since the last time, they were all wiped out, and the time is too close! Lord Magic Origin would not waste the god attendant like this......" While the old man was struggling, the conversation between the two demons seemed to have no intention of stopping.

"Ahh A scream, not belonging to those gossiping demons, it was an old voice, accompanied by fear and unwillingness.

The old man struggling in the container knew that it was the screams of the "sacrifice" in another container, and he didn't want to end up with the other party.

He didn't want to die yet, so he struggled desperately, and at this time he realized that he had multiple tubes stuck in his body, and it was these tubes that wrapped around his lower body and kept him from leaving this damn container.

On the other side, the demon's voice was getting closer: "Are you crazy? Dare to question the origin of magic? Follow me! Hurry up and get to work! If they can't do it, they will replace it with a new offering! Fast! ”

The poor old man gave up the struggle as if he had resigned himself to it, for he knew that he would not be able to break free from such a device with his now so weak body.

He could only sit there, gasping for breath, recalling the words he had just heard. It's just that he was desperate to find that he had forgotten most of the damn conversation.

Tapping his head twice with all his might, when he looked up again, he saw the hideous faces of two demon believers.

"Don't struggle...... Don't struggle......" While plunging the long sword into the old man's chest, the demon led by him comforted him in a low voice: "You are like this, there is no point in living...... Go to sleep...... Sleep ......."

The old man wanted to use his proud magic to incinerate the tiny demons in front of him, but he found that his palms could not condense the flames of magic at all.

His chest had been pierced by a long sword, and he opened his mouth to take a breath, but he found that his chest was burning with pain. His power was rapidly fading, scattered like quicksand.

"I'm ......" he tried to say his name, but found that he couldn't even remember it......

Endless darkness struck, and he closed his eyes - what have I done in this life?