Chapter 2098: Ash Annihilation at Dawn (30)

"What?!" Bediwell couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he heard the doctor's speech: "Are you serious?"

"Seriously. Constantine blinked: "Just imagine, the dragons actually have an amazing regeneration ability, I installed his head on the body of a brown bear, and his head can be taken by virtue of his amazing regeneration ability, assimilating the body of the brown bear, and finally taking the body of the brown bear for himself." If even this kind of fantastical thing can be done, then it shouldn't be impossible for his body that was blown up to ashes to be able to regenerate, right?"

"Oh my God...... Bediwell didn't find a way to refute Constantine, but exclaimed, "In this way, Elaine's body below the head is still ------"

"Somewhere in the Dawn Realm, in the form of a headless body, continue to wander. That's right. Constantine snorted, "It's like a ghost story, it's scary enough, isn't it?, but this speculation is not groundless, according to the information provided by some Monster hunters in the Dawn Territory before, it seems that someone has really seen a headless, red white body, wandering through the forest." It's a pity that the orcs are very superstitious, and when they see that scene from afar, they are immediately frightened, and they all choose to flee immediately. If these fools could stay and take a closer look, they might be able to provide more useful information. ＂

Maybe people were just mistaken about it, or maybe it was some other creature at all, looking like a headless man from afar. Maybe there's more, maybe. But Bediwell's instincts told him that the headless body roaming the wilderness was very likely to have something to do with Elaine.

Nevertheless......

"Don't digress from the conversation!" the werewolf snorted, "This kind of thing can be done for any reason! I just want to ask you now, do you want to go to Elaine?!That kid may have been in deep danger, tied up and abused by the bad guys, stripped of his bones, and suffered?!Aren't you, as his best friend, completely worried?"

"Whew, you're so long-winded...... Constantine complained in a long tone, "I've already said that Elaine won't be deceived so easily. If he was deceived and put in danger so easily, he deserved it. It's not worth saving. It's been made clear, please stop pestering me, okay?"

Bediwell was silent for a while: "You know what, right? Whatever the reason, hearing that Elaine might have had an accident outside, your reaction was a little too flat. You are so calm because you knew from the beginning where Elaine was going and what kind of practice she was going to receive. Oh, my God. What the hell is it all behind Great Britain?"

This time it was Constantine's turn, and there was silence. The Knight of the Round Table picked up the pen in his hand and spun it around a few times, becoming so distracted from his work that he didn't even bother with the documents he was reviewing.

"Sometimes you are a nuisance, Mr. Beddivi. He said.

"So what the hell is Elaine doing?" asked Bedeville, "you didn't let that kid do anything dangerous, did you?"

"God knows. Constantine replied vaguely, "Maybe there is no cultivation at all. The so-called cultivation is just a matter of his own choice. Perhaps he was now on a flight out of Egypt and headed back to Great Britain. Because he knew there were things he would never be able to do. Or maybe he's in the middle of some cruel test, forcing himself to do things he doesn't want to do in order to become stronger. Then maybe he'll turn into a madman and come back, or maybe he'll get the chips that make him stronger. It's all a branch of the myriad unknowns, and who knows what will turn out in the end?"

"You're actually doing such a dangerous cultivation! You must stop ------ immediately."

"But Mr. Bediwell!" Constantine interrupted the werewolf youth, "Even a little fool like Elaine has the right to choose his own destiny. Since that was his choice, since it was the path he personally chose, who was qualified to stand in his way?"

Bediville stopped talking.

"As his relatives and friends, we can only watch over him silently. Constantine said: "Even if he falls, is injured, humiliated, desperate, fails, or succeeds after crawling...... We can all watch in silence. Please respect Elaine's decision, okay?"

Speaking of which, Bediwell has nothing more to say.

"In that case...... ＂

"Whatever the outcome, he'll be back in eight hours. Constantine said again.

"Then I'll get some good food in eight hours and wait for him to come back." Bediwell replied.

"That's right. Constantine smiled indifferently and hung up the phone.

At the same time, somewhere.

Elaine, in the realm of Naraku.

He was falling from an endless height, not knowing where he had come from or where he was falling. He didn't even know why he had fallen, or why it had taken so long to fall to the bottom.

All he knew was that according to this gravitational acceleration, when he fell to the ground, he would definitely ---------

--------- hurts!

This sense of unease and panic continued to accumulate as he continued to fall and accelerate, and at the moment when his uneasiness accumulated to the point where he was about to cross the line, he fell to the ground.

Not surprisingly, his body shattered into countless pieces of flesh. Despite this, he could still feel the pain in his broken bones, and his brain should have been shattered, but his mind was exceptionally clear, and he could clearly feel everything around him.

Pain, excruciating pain, unbearable pain, wave after wave. It was accompanied by the foul smell of offal, a strong smell of blood with the smell of earth and iron ore.

He thought it was the smell of his broken flesh after he fell apart. However, in the next second, he knew that things were not so simple.

Yes, the smell of blood wasn't just from him. The place where he was, this "ground", was the main source of the strong smell of blood.

He didn't fall on a rock floor, or a concrete floor. He fell into a mass of flesh made up of countless offal and pieces of flesh.

Whether tens of millions of people fell from the sky before him to form this pile of minced meat, he didn't know. All he knew was that this thing not only stenched of blood, it was alive. It wriggled endlessly, like a gigantic creature, dying, screaming, sighing, and swallowing more, dying creatures into it.

Elaine felt her shattered flesh gradually merge with the corpse's pile of flesh. This feeling cannot be compared to any unpleasant feeling in the world, nor can any disgusting feeling in the world, as if watching one's dead body rot and turn into a foul-smelling mass of in one's own sober state!

And on top of this wriggling pile of flesh, countless insects crawled. Ants, spiders, maggots, flies, and many more indescribable things. Elaine could feel them, crawling on his shattered body, gnawing, eroding. It was a shiver that penetrated into the marrow, and he couldn't get rid of it. It was a horrific spectacle of helplessness, fear, disgust, and fear!

"Help......" he wanted to make a sound, his voice as small as a mosquito, muffled by the chirping of the entrails and flesh around him.

"Help......!!" But calling for help didn't help, he had become completely one with the disgusting stuff, swallowed into the pile of minced meat, dragged deeper and deeper, crushed under endless pressure, unable to even breathe.

The feeling of suffocation sinking to the bottom of the abyss flattened him.

The body that had died and melted, was being stung by countless spikes, torn in all directions by a tremendous force, and though it was no longer there, it caused endless phantom pain.

Then Elaine suddenly remembered that he had experienced this kind of thing before.

Oh, yes, he had been through this pain when he had been injected with some kind of virus and he went berserk and became a shark. In the end, he was killed by someone, and he was on the verge of death, and he also turned into a clayy mass.

(After that, it seems that someone saved me.) Who is it?)

(I can't remember.) I just can't remember. ）

(It hurts.) ）

(Why does it hurt like this?)

(Why am I here?)

(I can't remember.) I just can't remember. ）

(And so on.) ）

(Who am I?)

His mind went blank. The crazy pain had penetrated every cell in his body, and because of the severe pain, his mind was blank, and he couldn't even remember who he was, what he was, why he was here, and why he felt such pain. The only thought in my head is pain, so painful. We must hurry up and let this terrible pain subside!

Then in that moment, he went above and beyond.

(What is the pain?)

(What is fear?)

(Alive, and what?)

(I can't remember.) I can't think of all this!)

Black and white are completely reversed, and all concepts are in vain. In the lowest and most depressing corner of the dark bottomless abyss, there is an infinitely open pale universe.

The destruction of the ego is also the liberation of the ego.

Everything around him was gone, and so was the pain. In order to stop suffering and fear, he emptied his heart and denied everything, even himself. He didn't even know what he was anymore, and he didn't even know he existed. Now he is just a point, a quantum, a [one], and [all].

He floated silently, meaninglessly, endlessly in the pale universe of infinite openness.

"You're finally here. ＂

A voice spoke to him. No. Is a voice speaking to him from somewhere else? Or is this voice himself, this voice speaking to himself?

In a world where even the self is abandoned and everything is integrated, why is there still [others]?

"That idiot is a big-breasted, muscular hunk, but he's very thoughtful enough to put me in this [realm] to meet you. ＂

A black figure appeared in this pale universe.

The figure of the Black Bear Man.

The majesty of the shore is incomparable.

"What are you still in a daze. Show up. That voice came from the figure of the black bear man. Behind his back was a "glass" sword that was larger than his stature.

That gesture looked like a ......

Elaine suddenly remembered his own form. He also appeared in this pale universe, naked, unarmed, dwarf, and powerless.

Because of black and white, the pale universe is no longer pale, it begins to turn gray.

"You're so pathetic. The figure of the black bear man looked at Elaine and sneered: "Is this me, me in another universe?

"I entrusted [Tinder] to the Palinlore family 20,000 years ago, but I didn't want them to transfer [Tinder] to such a weak and powerless guy!"

The Black Bear Man drew his greatsword from behind his back and made a gesture of imminent battle. The terrifying black "glass" greatsword in his hand was undoubtedly the Black Moon God Steel Greatsword that Elaine had been using, but it was just a little bigger.

And Elaine, the unarmed White Bear Man, subconsciously made a flinching, defensive posture.

"So," the black bear man grinned, his eyes radiating a murderous glow, "Looks like there's still a lot of time left." How many times should I kill you next?"