Chapter 2141: Ash Annihilation at Dawn (Seventy-Three)

"Pray, pray, pray......" Bediwell was a little confused after listening to the words of the great teacher.

"That's right, pray. Clarna said, "In retrospect, your deepest desire. A wish that must be fulfilled even at the expense of everything. What did you do all the way in the first place? Recall well that wish, your original purpose. Then you will be saved. If you want to not get lost in the sea of chaos, the most important thing besides maintaining [self] is [determination]. Find your [determination] and you will be able to escape. ＂

[determination]...... Is it?

The werewolf youth, whose mind is extremely confused, can barely remember his own name, and he must keep chanting his name in order to maintain himself in the torrent of chaos. Now he had to be distracted by something else, to think about his wishes.

Anyway, why did he come here.

The spell fire in his hand glowed warmly, though he could barely feel its heat.

That's right. He was trapped in [Chaos] because the Great Master Clarna had given him the seal of the spell fire, and something went wrong in the process. Chaos devoured Bedeville and dragged him into the sea of chaos.

But why did he ask Grand Master Clarna to contact the seal of the spell fire?

The fire of spell in his hand flickered.

That's right, because he wants to be more powerful.

But why does he want to be empowered?

The flame of the spell grew brighter and more violent.

That's right, because he had to win the ring match of the Round Table Trials.

But why did he have to win the ring match for the Round Table Trials?

The flames of spell vibrated violently.

By the way, it was because he had a wish that he had to help him fulfill through the Knights of the Round Table.

Only an organization as omnipotent as the Knights of the Round Table, with such a huge network of contacts and intelligence, could help him find someone in the vast sea of people.

That man...... Who's here?

The spell fire in his hand transformed into countless flames, eventually forming a storm of flames that enveloped him. A phantoparition of a child appeared in the midst of the firestorm.

Come to think of it!

I remembered it all!

The man he was looking for was his son.

Husky.

Despite being just an illusion of flames, the adorable canine boy, Bedigville's son, seemed to be waving to his dad.

"Husky!" cried the werewolf youth. Of course, the other party did not respond, but turned around and ran.

"No, don't go! Daddy is here!!" Bediwell cried out, trying to catch up. The other party disappeared at a very fast speed.

It was just an illusion.

Husky ......

Then the werewolf youth remembered the days when he lived in Western Siberia. In those days, on that silvery snowy field, he and his wife and son lived a plain life without fighting with the world. Then suddenly one day, bad news came, and the Snow Armor God ruined everything.

He remembered his wife lying in a pool of blood, and he remembered his son who was dying in his arms. He watched them die, but could do nothing.

No, he seems to have done something. Yet he couldn't remember anything. His memories began to grow confused in this place, and gradually became blank.

What happened after that? I can't remember, I just can't remember. For a long time after that, he became a solitary life in the snowy fields of Western Siberia, remembering his wife and children while continuing to cultivate himself.

Then, in that moment, he learned of the existence of the Trial of the Round Table, and learned that those who successfully passed the trial and became a Knights of the Round Table would be able to make a wish to King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table, in addition to great honors.

The Knights of the Round Table will help the new Knights of the Round Table to fulfill their wishes within the scope of their ability.

The Knights of the Round Table are not omnipotent, and their wishes for help are certainly not all-encompassing. However, Bediwell gambled everything and participated in this year's Roundtable Trial.

Because, as time went on, he became more and more able to feel that his son, Husky, was probably still alive.

Because, he is not completely hopeless. Because he still has one last bit of hope, even if it is a paranoid hope that lies to himself.

"Wait for me ------," he muttered under his breath.

"It doesn't matter where you are in the unknown corners of the world. Someday, I'm sure I'll find you. ＂

While remembering his wishes, he was also filled with [determination].

Then, [Chaos] avoided him, and with it, [reality] appeared before his eyes.

In fact, Bediwell didn't go anywhere, he just sat where he was, and the ceremony of lifting the seal of the spell fire was still in progress. He was just surrounded by the seven-colored flames. And now, sitting in place, his lower body was actually wrapped in chaotic flames, and only his head was exposed.

"Uh...... The werewolf youth snorted.

"You're back. Clarna, the senior teacher sitting opposite, said, "Very good, have you successfully escaped from chaos?" It's actually pretty good that it wasn't swallowed up by chaos and turned into a slimy mass of plasma. ＂

When she said this, Bediwell was even more worried: "Well, my body is still wrapped in this thing...... If not, the part below the head will turn into a puddle of plasma, and only one head will remain, right?"

"You can rest assured of that. In the midst of chaos, chaos cannot yet consume you. Now that your consciousness has returned, it can't do anything to you. Eventually, it will recede, and you shouldn't be affected...... Probably. ＂

Probably. A drop of cold sweat broke out on Bediwell's forehead.

Suddenly, the flames that enveloped the werewolf youth's body converged, and it should be said that it gathered into a fireball, floating in front of Bedeville. The fireball gradually recovered from the chaotic seven-colored light to the orange-red light of ordinary flames, and gradually stabilized in the frantic beating.

"That's the end of it. Clarna looked at the fireball in front of Bedeville and poked it with her finger. The fireball flickered for a moment, and then obediently returned to Bediwell's body.

"It's over so soon?" asked the werewolf young man curiously. It seems like only ten minutes have passed.

"What nonsense are you talking about, stupid apprentice?" Clarna seemed to snort, and also seemed serious, "It's been about five hours since the ritual began. ＂

"What??!" Bediwell was shocked.

"You don't know how long you've been lost in chaos, do you?" Clarna sighed again: "Being in chaos not only makes people's reason evaporate and they lose their normal thinking ability, but it also disturbs people's sense of time. Some people have only been trapped in chaos for a few seconds, but they have experienced the torment of being in chaos for decades. There are also people who feel that they are in chaos for a few seconds, but when they come back, a hundred years have passed. If you can escape from the Sea of Chaos in five hours, you're lucky. During this time, I continued to recode the spell fire while calling out to you who were lost in the chaos. Sometimes the sound can be heard, sometimes it can't. ＂

"Bothering you...... Bediwell couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"Anyway," Clarna coughed dryly, "I've completely lifted the restrictions of the spell fire. Now not only does it not hinder your own power, but it also maximizes the power of the spell itself. However, there is already [chaos] within you, and when the restrictions are completely lifted, chaos may also overflow, wreak havoc around you, and consume you again. So remember to exercise restraint when using spell fire. ＂

"Uh...... Good. ＂

"Since you have [Chaos] in your body, you are easily eaten by it, so I still added one to the insurance measures. Therefore, you can't normally use the maximum power of the spell, but you can only use 90% of its power at most. Only when you truly realize that your life is threatened, and when it is most urgent, will your spell fire be able to wield 100% of its power, or even more than 100% of its power. The greater the risk it takes with the power of [Chaos], the more powerful it can wield. I can't explain the specifics clearly, but you can only rely on yourself to gradually experience it in actual combat. ＂

＂...... If I abuse the power of Chaos, will I be consumed by Chaos again and lost in the Sea of Chaos?" asked Bedeville in a low voice.

"That's something that could happen, indeed. Clarna nodded, "How much do you remember about the [mantra] I told you when you were lost in the chaos just now?"

"What you keep saying like a mantra?" Bediwell blinked, "I remember." Kind of like, uh...... [No matter what you become, no matter what you go through, no matter what you have been, you are still you.] It's all the hard work you've done in the past, all the choices you've made in your life, right or wrong, that have made you who you are. You are you, not someone else, and there is no substitute. [You] are the [you] who have been shaped by everything you have done in the past, and [you] in this form. Here and now, right here, continues to continue, continues to write, as long as life does not pass away, it will not end. So that's your life. Your own life. No matter how humble and small a life is in this vast universe, your life is still your life. A unique and irreproducible life. ]＂

"Not bad. In that state of confusion, I was able to memorize such a long paragraph [mantra] word for word. The big teacher nodded again: "Then remember it well, and never forget it again." Recite this [mantra] when you are lost, and cast a curse on yourself, and your ego will not disappear. As long as you remember your name and your goal, [Chaos] will be helpless against you. No matter how deep you are, you can escape. How much time ------ take to escape is another matter. Get up. Now that the business to be done here has been done, don't you have something important to do and must rush back to Cairo? ＂

"Hmm...... Bediwell tried to get up from the parchment he was sitting on, only to find himself weak, as if his body had been hollowed out. As soon as he stood up, he snapped and fell to the ground.

"Did you use too much physical strength to escape from the chaos? Clarna snorted, and turned to look at Eric the Strategist, who was silently watching everything outside the door of the ritual room, "You've been watching, if there's nothing else to do, send him back weak." ＂

"Do you want me to carry this guy across the bog alone?" said Eric, shrugging.

"You can carry him back. I will use the [Abode Stone] to construct a passage through the shallow underground of the Moorn that you can pass through safely. Of course, this passage will disappear automatically as soon as you pass through. The great teacher Clarna said, "Now, let's go." Time waits for no one. ＂