Under the steps of the fire, Yev opened his arms and faced the old man above in a complete posture.

"O king. ”

"Don't you think we're alike?"

Montpass stared at the creature in front of him in a daze, and he subconsciously wanted to refute, but for some reason he couldn't speak.

The voice was strangled in the throat.

Voice, well, that's a good thing.

Language dwells on it, capable of strangling the gods and revealing the mysteries.

Montpass came from the edge of the wilderness, and his words banished the evil gods who stood in his way.

Now he has returned to his own country, to his palace, to the place where he has lived for thousands of years, but he feels a little strange.

Is it because of the collapsed columns?

Is it because of the shouting outside?

Is it because of the gods in front of you?

No..

I..

I am...

Yev lowered his arms, and the brown robe fell out, covering his back and heels—more rags than robes.

It has a hole in its face.

The spherical head has a huge hole, large enough for an adult man to shove his head into.

The cut-out surface is smooth and full of geometric beauty.

Hollowness, nothingness.

It's an expressionless face.

It should not be able to make a sound, it should not be able to host language on it.

There is a strange creature called the Soulless Wanderer in the Fire Age, which also has a face like this, but it is obviously different from Yef.

"Look at me. ”

Yev spoke coldly, shaking off the rags from his body.

Hollow, still hollow, there's nothing there.

Montpass came back to his senses and looked at its head again, where there was nothing now.

The "god" in front of him was gone, leaving only a rag on the ground.

Where did it go?

"Where do you think I've gone?"

A hint of horror suddenly appeared in Montpass's left eye.

His right eye turned to the left - only his right eye.

The corners of the mouth on the right are upturned.

The right half of the body is out of control?

"You... What kind of trick are you?"

For the first time, the old man's voice was filled with panic.

"Do you think this will shake my mind?!!?

Montpass raised his left hand and was about to cut off the left side of his body, but he saw his other hand grab his wrist.

That's his right hand.

"Don't you understand?"

The deep voice was inflammatory.

"Nastorio and Asso are taking advantage of you, but I don't. ”

"Do you know why? Why didn't I ask for anything?"

"Your words are of no use to me. ”

"It can't be!"

"Of course it's possible. ”

"Because here, there's only Montpass. ”

"Yev? That's just a clumsy joke you made up yourself, man—or, what should I call you, isn't it something human?"

"Mompass, you are me, there was nothing to ev from the beginning. ”

"It is you who are unwilling to leave that will bring yourself back here, and no one can stand in your way, because they are all torn apart and exiled. ”

The left half of the old man's body struggled incessantly, trying to tear the right half of his body apart.

"That's pathetic, Mompass, don't you say?"

Yev - No, the right half of his body was hit by the storm on the left, and he had no intention of fighting back.

"Have you ever wondered how a mere human can get here?"

"Will it take 10,000 years for humans to forge a sword?"

"Do you remember that little village in your memory?"

"You came out of there, yes, at least that's what you think, and only you think so, how can you have the ability to escape your own psychological cues?"

- "Tear up"

The right side of his mouth was torn open by a fingernail that had been cut, and the wound was rugged, and blood was soaking down the gap.

How real is blood? It's hot, it's hot, it's life that crumbles in the veins of man, it's red life.

Talent has this kind of thing.

So the corners of Montpass's mouth immediately grew.

It is not subject to his will.

Back to normal.

"Hahahahaha ”

"A human settlement like that barren can't give birth to a creature like you. ”

"It is impossible for a man to pull out the vertebrae of a god. ”

"It is impossible for man to put down a war by himself, to plow continents over and over again! Man is not born with such power! They must be learned—unlike you, Montpass, you can do this at any time, because you are not human at all. ”

"You... It was never human. ”

"You will never be their king. ”

"As long as you sit in that seat for a day, these humans you have collected, these stupid short-lived species will feel uneasy, and they will eat and sleep and urinate and think that they are ruling over something that is not human!"

"Or they originally lived under the human system, living like livestock, or they were their masters of something that was not human. - But no matter what they are, they are always facing life and death. ”

"You're good, Montpass, you've solved their biggest problem, their hands are empty. ”

"Generation after generation, who grew up in such a peaceful environment, is the only person in this era, such a person with empty hands. ”

"They'll never figure out who gave them their home, they'll just remember that you're not human at all. ”

"Empty hands, only for weapons, only to overthrow you. ”

- "It's not. . . ”

The left half of Montpass's mouth made a dying sound.

The huge deviation from self-perception was tearing at his heart, and it made him almost crazy.

"No? How do you want to refute it? With your ridiculous self-deception? Or do they overthrow you for your own good? Don't laugh at Montpass, your dream has been put to life many years ago!"

"It's not true! You're lying to me!"

Montpass's right eye was bloodshot and swollen.

"Such a generation can't survive in such an era, and without your protection, these substandard products will definitely be eliminated, and it can be regarded as a breath of relief for you, isn't it?"

"Enough!"

The left hand suddenly burst out, and with a handful of it, the right side of the body was shattered into a slush.

However, it didn't work.

The flesh returned the next moment, and the abominable voice sounded again.

It's the same abomination voice as my own.

"Montpass!"

"Think about it!"

"Who the hell are you!"

"Where are you from!"

"Who gave you this name??!

The old man's movements froze, as if Yev's nonsense had become a catalytic mechanism for the reaction.

Who am I?

I am.. Am I not Mompass?

But..

I..