Chapter 242: The Undead

"As the hero of the Seven, maybe he is the only one who still retains his sense of self, and all those who have been summoned back to the world as a god should have been deceived and blinded like me."

"It seems that this is indeed the case, there should be more than you here, but we must know why you were summoned back, you are our only hope, if we can't get an answer from you, then the road will only be more difficult."

Alan was right, this strange mine that had been transformed into countless spaces was no longer the one they had ventured to come to in the first place. Now there are countless unknowns and secrets hidden here, but the person in front of them is the only one they know about the divine hidden summoned by the elf king, if even she can't tell them why, then who else can.

"Your Highness Bishamen, do you remember how you died?"

Qile said suddenly.

"I resurrected the auspicious heaven, and returned the memory to the god Bishamen, how else can I die, and the emperor will not let me go."

"You were killed by Shakti?"

"Of course not, how could a dignified god kill me with an insignificant divine shadow. He instigated civil strife in my artifact, and I died from the infection of 'Sickness'. ”

"I thought, no one who has been killed by God can save you from life, etc.!"

Ilt seemed to have thought of something, and the boss with wide-eyed eyes,

"Both gods and gods can be replaced, and the memories cannot be inherited unless they are stored like the true Bishamen gods. But this ability is only possessed by God. But. But don't you think it's strange that you remember all things, Bishamon? ”

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"Ilte, you're saying that the Bishamontian in front of us is not an undead spirit who has been summoned back? Is it the real hidden god who lives? ”

Tia was also taken aback by her words.

"Bisha, can't you remember how you woke up?"

Zhao Ma asked.

"I don't remember."

"What about the memories of the time of death? At that time, I also remembered that you were infected all over your body, and you must have died."

"I was not in my mind at that time, and the last thing I saw was Thrandil?!"

Bishamentian was startled by his own memories.

"It's Thranduil! It's him! Why? Why did I see him before I died? ”

"It will tell you why."

Qile brought the dragon's tooth to Bishamentian's chest, Bishamentian closed his eyes, his heart became clear, and a familiar voice sounded slowly,

"What do you want, Bishamontian?"

"What I want is for the Bishamen Celestial God to recruit more believers and magnify the power of the Martial God."

"As you think"

Bishamon's eyes recreated the situation when she died, struggling in pain, infected with 'Sick', she screamed in pain in the temple of Bishamen.

"Why is this here?"

"Bisha, it looks like our memories have been tampered with."

The voice of Zhaoma rang out.

"I remembered that there was civil strife in the artifact. You were taken to his temple by the god Vishaman, who was too infected to perform the 'plucking', so he decided to seal your memories, and he would oversee your regeneration and pass them on. However, then you did not die, it was the Elven King who saved you. ”

"Thranduil he summoned the most powerful elven mage of the elven clan and gave me a 'pluck' right, and that's it, he also said that he foresaw the future crisis, although he is not sure what it is, but I cannot die now, even if he forgives me for my deception, but the sin still exists, and I live to be a witness to this matter. The gods of Bishamen and the auspicious gods also acquiesced in this matter, because they are high gods, and it is up to me to do such a thing as atonement."

Bishamentian opened his eyes, tears slid down his beautiful face, Thranduil saved her twice, although the purpose of the second time is still unclear, but no matter what, he is alive now, this favor, Bishamentian can not repay.

"You got it"

Qile retrieves the dragon's teeth,

"What you want most has indeed been realized, so the dragon tooth can only take you to recall the past, I believe that my king saved you with a useful intention, and it is inevitable that you are here now."

"Yes, I saved the auspicious gods, I let my two favorite gods together, but I was abandoned by them in the end, since Thranduil can save me, then the god of Bishamen must also be able to, but he let me go, although they left my memory, they are still afraid that they will be retaliated against for disobeying the emperor, after all, it is a hard-won happiness, I didn't expect that it was the elf king who was deceived by me to accept me. It's ridiculous, what am I living for? ”

Bishamentian covered his face with his right hand, and crystal tears kept slipping down. Alan knelt down on one knee and saluted,

"Your Highness Bishamentian, I think the Elven King's intention should be very simple, that is, to let you guard this gate for us, it seems a bit rude to say this, but, time is pressing, I hope you can understand. This space was made by any of the 7 heroes, but no matter who it was, it would never be Thrandil, so this space was built by the dead, and it would definitely be connected to the world of the dead. Your location should be the only entrance to the space. This position can only be guarded by a person who has crossed life and death, and you are the only one among us who is the most suitable to save you from death in the first place. ”

Bishamon lifted Eren up, and Eren continued,

"Bishamentian, you have hundreds of artifacts, they are all transformed by people after death, they have experienced death and rebirth, so only you and them can support the opening of this space, His Highness Serendil should be buying time for us, what is happening here is related to the Genesis Poem, that book is very important to us, so we must step to the top of this place to find out the truth, and at that time, you will open the way for us to leave. This should be the last mission that Thranduil has given you. ”

"This is fate, a king of the elven race, saved the same god twice, although I am just a god, but he is really a great king. Alan, Ilt, Kira, Tia, thank you, if it weren't for you, I'm still immersed in the madness of killing, please find the man who deceived all the gods, and tell him that we are not his toys, this is not his amusement park, and that playing with Kamui will be damned! You can go in peace, Zhaoma and I will guard this place, and wait for your triumphant return! ”

Bishamentian bowed deeply, this was the first time she had bowed since she became a human being, and it was also the first time she truly recognized herself. (To be continued.) )