Chapter 19: The Choice of Fate
"Sinloth Awakens"
Sinloth was groggy and vaguely seemed to hear someone calling him. But he was so tired, his whole body was sore, and his mind was in chaos, and he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.
"Sinloth"
"Ah, who's that?" Xinluo didn't open his eyes, this insignificant act was still too difficult for him now, but the other party seemed to be able to hear his heart.
"Get up, Xinluos" The voice was unusually gentle, like the mother in memory, and the soft words were like the warm breeze of his hometown, drunk, and Xinlos wanted to sleep even more.
"Is there something wrong?"
"Sure enough, the time has not come, what's going on in your world, why is it so strongly disturbed" The voice seemed to be disturbed by something, and the sound was intermittent.
"Huh?"
"That's it, we'll meet again before the time comes, so you can take it first."
"Life is not for being given up"
A bit of blue light didn't enter Sinloth's body, and he passed out again without snorting. And the dialogue between the two naturally had to be terminated
Sinloth opened his eyes tiredly, he seemed to have a strange dream in the fog, he seemed to say something to a voice in the dream, but it was not very clear. He tried to think about it, but he couldn't think of anything.
If you can't think of it, it's probably not too important, right?
"You're awake, contractor." As soon as Sinloth woke up, the cold greeting of the ball of light came from his ears.
Sinloth turned his head with difficulty, looking around. He was now covered in bandages, especially on his neck and chest. The man who treated his wounds seemed to want to mummify him. This caused him a lot of difficulty, especially when he wanted to turn his head.
"It's my room."
Sinloth endured the pain of the slight tear of the wound on his neck, and after several twists and turns, he finally settled down. He was in his own room.
"54213, are we victorious?"
"In general, it was you who won."
"That's good."
If the Normans had won, then the cruel ones would have been glad to give him a relief from the mortal wounded. Of course, this is not necessarily the case, if it is Sinloth, with his appearance, he is indeed outstanding in the Northland. Maybe for the sake of his face, the savage creatures will move their hard-hearted heartsβhe will be left with a life, castrated, and sold to Norman as a eunuch.
It couldn't be worse, it's better to die.
Thankfully, it seems that they won.
"So, what about the casualties?" 54213 This guy can obviously get the news through some ways he doesn't know, and Xinluo can't get up in this situation anyway, so he just asks him directly.
"Bismal is dying unconscious, Ruziano and Roland are seriously injured, and you are hanging for half a breath. On the contrary, the madman was the least injured, and he could still jump on the ground. The words of the others have all gone to hell to report. β
Xinluos's expression was gloomy, and when he set off, he took a dozen people with him, and when he came back, there were only a few of them left, and everyone was still injured. But war is so cruel that no one can help it.
Sinloth sniffled, trying not to keep himself from thinking about it, but continued to ask, "How did we win, wasn't our sneak attack discovered?" In the death fight with the Norman stake, Sinloth heard the shouts of the battle, and the sound of weapons entering the flesh.
The ball of light didn't answer this time, and the small body flickered, and countless lights and shadows disappeared into Xinluos's eyes. Xinluos's eyes were glazed for a while, but after all, it was a thought link, and he quickly came back to his senses.
"I see, that's what happened. It turns out that human beings can be strong enough to do this."
In the picture, Bismarck is surrounded by a raging white rage, running like a raging wind. And those fierce Norman warriors, like ears of wheat under the scythe, with the swing of the heavy sword in Bismalko's hand, blood rushed wildly, and fell to this land far from the snow and ice.
"I have known for a long time that Bismal is very strong, but with the strength of one person, he killed nearly two hundred people, which is also"
"Bismal's usable rage is special after all, and it will overdraft users in large quantities at once. Theoretically, this kind of anger is indeed much stronger than ordinary anger, but the side effects are too much to outweigh the losses. β
"Yes." Sinloth said perfunctory words of the ball of light, he suddenly thought that Bismal was seriously injured and dying, Xinlos asked a little panicked: "You just said that Bismal can be seriously injured and unconscious, he won't"
"His system is nineteen."
That's right.
Hearing the ball of light say this, Sinloth was also relieved. This is indeed a mess that he cares about, and when he thinks about it, in addition to intelligence, Bismalco, whose entire ability value is nineteen, can be said to be a humanoid tyrannosaurus in the true sense. Even if he was seriously injured and comatose because of overdrawing too much strength at once, it would not cost him his life, and at most he would recuperate for a few more days.
As Cynroth breathed a sigh of relief, a thought resurfaced.
"Hey, 54213, do you know a guy called the Lord God?"
"If you're talking about the kind of contact device that uses contact with organic life, I think I know that."
Sinloth wanted to reach out and grab the ball of light from his hair, but unfortunately, he was now too badly injured, and the strain of his muscles made this simple action extremely difficult: "What's going on, why is my body, as if my arm shouldn't be injured." β
"Anger burns your mind and forces your brain to loosen its physical limitations. That's why you reached the level of special forces in a short period of time, but at the same time, this limited power also caused huge damage to your body. β
Forgive that, no wonder at that time Cynlos wanted to ask the ball of light what the so-called outburst was about, although Cynlos was young, but since he was still on Earth, he has always been a fairly restrained person, like the hysterical outburst when fighting with the Normans, it was really the first time. Sinloth opened his mouth, hesitated, but closed it anyway.
Now is not the time to talk about this, you can ask the light ball later about the outburst.
Xinluo pondered his feelings for a moment and asked slowly, "Why is the Lord God so powerful, it can be said that he can do anything." You, who are also a ball of light, are such a waste of wood, I almost died, and you can only recite some broken poems to say goodbye to me. β
"Not really, if you look at the person alone, I am far above the Lord God."
"Oh?" Sinloth obviously didn't agree with the light ball's statement, but he didn't interject, but waited for the guy to explain himself.
"Strictly speaking, God and I are both products of a higher world. But the main god can appropriately degrade himself according to the different worlds, so as to influence that world. But I can't, my person is too high, although it can block out all the effects of the lower person world on me. But at the same time, if I want to influence the lower worlds, the amount of energy required will also increase dramatically, and the amount of energy consumed must have had very little impact on the world. β
"Is that so?"
It's not that it can't be done, but the gains outweigh the losses.
"So that means that you can be like the main god, with all the bloodlines or abilities?" Sinloth's eyes lit up, and if it was true, it couldn't have been better. It was fine when he was in the royal capital, but since he arrived in Britannia Province, even if he is a nobleman, he has never been able to get used to the bad environment.
If 54213 can do the same thing as the main god, then it must be used to improve his own food first.
"Correct. But I have to warn the contractor, though it can be done. But in order to counter the correction of the world, the energy spent is too huge to outweigh the losses. β
Sinloth was silent for a moment, and continued to ask, "Then I want an apple, how much energy does it take?" β
"I need to absorb a thousand years of solar energy."
"Good, I see."
In other words, this guy is a complete waste now. It's not useful at all, and if you want to get ahead, you still have to rely on yourself.
[You always think that as long as you reach that place, you will get better as soon as you get there, that is the most glamorous dream, because it will never come true. In the dry light, your fingers slowly stretch into a vine, the air is full of fishy smell, and you will want to become a stubborn and withdrawn cat, parasitic on the back of the sun. There is no sea, there is no eternity, but now, you wake up, you are clearly aware that you need strength, strong and irresistible power. γ
[1. Implement the belief of the beginning and the end, penetrate the edge of the sky, and I am the soul of the spear. γ
[2. Chicken legs in hand, I have the world. Absolute power brings absolute terror. γ
[3. Bathed in the sun, the poisonous arrow of justice in my hands will give you the most just trial. γ
[4. Size is power, and power is justice.] The giant sword in my hand represents the truth of this world. γ
"What the hell is this" In the face of what 54213 suddenly came up with, even Xinlos was a little painful. This guy always comes up with these inexplicable options to choose from. But after choosing, it makes no sense.
"I can't help you directly because of the limitations of the world. I can't give you great equipment and bloodline, but knowledge is not limited by the world. Based on your conditions, I searched the database for the most suitable development direction for you. Please consider carefully. β
"Tsk." Sinloth bared his teeth, "Forget it, it's better than nothing, but why, I don't want to choose each one?" I always feel like if I choose something, I will lose something very important."
"54213, can't you make up something reliable!"
In the end, Sinloth still didn't choose either option.
Welcome to the majority of book friends to come and read, the latest, fastest, and hottest serialized works are all here!