Where is the final value?

The snake language felt ridiculous, and there was a calmness that had finally arrived.

Things have developed to this point, far beyond the upper limit of what she can do, and the results of repeated struggles are nothing more than that.

She was wrapped in a dusty sandstorm, like in the turbulence of fate, drifting with the tide until she reached the top.

But in fact, her fate has always been controlled by others: the temporary protective shield set by Gong Qi outside her body determines the length of her last life.

The protective shield is sturdy, and even under the impact of the fragments of the realm where the laws are chaotic, it is only slowly worn out, trying to buy time for Gong Qi to escape; At the same time, it is also sensitive, closely linked to the spirit structure of the snake language, and when the defense shield is broken, it will inevitably be destroyed with the snake language.

Gong Qi believes that there is an unclear connection between Snake Language and Ronan, so he uses Snake Language in turn to mislead Ronan's tracking.

Of course, Ronan may not be fooled, but as long as it can make him hesitate, a little more time is good.

The snake language penetrated Gong Qi's calculations, but it didn't matter, she waited quietly like this, and the memories and repentances before her death in the legend did not appear. She was already so weak that she couldn't even carry her memories.

Thoughts and emotions flowed endlessly, and even the snake himself didn't know what kind of thoughts and moods he would have in the next moment.

She thought that the candle-like life was going to dissipate without a trace in this state, but at this time, Ronan's face inexplicably appeared in the heart lake:

The relief of the human face spliced by the fragments of the realm, under the chaotic rendering of thoughts and emotions, incarnated into a demon god burning in the flames in the vast time and space, with a twisted and hideous body and strange colors, but in the end, all the elements were precipitated in the pair of deep eyes that had not changed from beginning to end, and slowly clarified.

Snake whisper didn't know why she let this face occupy all of her mind at the last moment of her life, maybe even this little autonomy was unconsciously given away.

The snake whispered everything and let time envelop her, moving forward indifferently, gradually changing from order to disorder according to the most fundamental laws of the universe.

The shield began to disintegrate, and the spirit structure was also implicated, collapsing from the very roots, and perhaps as time flowed one more time, the carrier called "Snake Language" would completely disintegrate and die from the material world.

But in this case, Ronan, the demon god that had gathered around her heart, was still there, firmly existing, and not subject to any change.

Isn't it the contrived of my mind?

Won't it decay?

Does it exist independently of me?

Or is there a supporting corner in the depths of my consciousness at this moment, when it is about to fall apart and be destroyed?

Ronan, no, the demon god, always keeping an eye on me and acting a force on my side?

If so, if so......

Do I still have a chance? Is there a chance of survival?

The already stagnant thinking of the snake language is almost activated. Like the ashes of the candle that has been burned out, the tears of the wax and the little spark in the ashes of the fire, struggling not to extinguish, just for the endless longing for life that is hidden deep in the embers and has never been consumed.

Here, the snake suddenly realized that she was unwilling after all, she still wanted to live, and she still wanted to live! Unwilling to give up even the slightest possibility, the slightest hope.

She can't live on her own, so she begs and begs, even if it's humble and ugly, as long as she lives, it's fine!

So, the idea of a collapse burns in this way:

"Help me...... Please save me, my lord!

"I'm willing to give everything, all I have.

"I'm willing to bear everything, everything.

"Let it be in your shadow, and there will be a place of prostration and worship at your feet.

"I have only one humble request, to honor you as the Lord of my life, and to be at your disposal.

"Save me, save me!"

The protective shield shattered silently, and the chaotic power of the dust mist and sandstorm penetrated, and the spirit structure was like a sandcastle under the tide, instantly unrecognizable.

The snake language had no power to resist, and his consciousness suddenly dimmed, but at this moment of annihilation, the last clear thought remained:

"Help me!"

This thought flickered, trembled, rose and fell, and could be extinguished and topped at any moment. But in the end, it survived, and it really regained its brightness little by little.

The snake whispered to her senses, and the fire of her soul supported her consciousness, retrieving the fragments of her memories little by little, and splicing them into the veins of thought. Then she found that at this time she was attached to a filament that was difficult to understand, hanging lonely in nothingness.

Soon, a bright, scorching light poured down, drawing her to look up.

Above, there is a densely intertwined, vertical and horizontal three-dimensional complex web, like a spider web, and hundreds of thousands of times more complicated. At the heart of the web is a blazing sun, so dazzling that it is difficult to look at directly, and even the red light that spews at the edges covers the entire structure of the web.

At this time, the "filament" decorated with snake language is hanging from the spider web structure, directly connecting with the spider web, and pulling her, constantly approaching the spider web.

In this process, the sound of "bang-la-la" is endless. Some are extremely distant, coming from the cobweb structure of the upper core; Some are very close, and they belong to the "filament" that pulls her.

This filament was a delicate and strong chain, which penetrated her mind directly, locked firmly, leaving no room for it.

As a sorcerer from the shrine's orthodox background, Snake quickly understood that her mind was sinking into a highly symbolic space of consciousness, clarifying her belonging, and experiencing the fundamental restraint and corresponding status she received in the "Demon God Ronan" system......

In other words, she's still there, alive!

The snake laughed, she didn't care about the chains that bound her mind, she didn't care about the cobwebs and the sun that were getting closer and closer, she didn't care about the unpredictable fate that awaited her, she just indulged herself and laughed happily in this space of consciousness.

The surging emotions are burning, but now she has the qualifications and the capital, and she can waste and vent wantonly, unless the demon god who dominates her life orders a stop.

Ronan didn't stop her, and Snake Whisper finally laughed enough, and got closer and closer to the set of sun-wheel cobwebs.

The closer you are, the more complex and delicate the structure of the cobwebs you can see, and the more nodes you can connect. She had felt lonely before, in the outermost area, far from the center.

In fact, in this outer area, in addition to the line she was in, a chain hung from the cobweb, which intersected with her line and threw itself into the depths of the void, where and by whom.

Compared to her side, the chain was much thicker, and there was a heavy blood flow on it, surging back and forth, and at its most intense, it was like a fire.