Chapter 2146: Ash Annihilation at Dawn (78)

Meanwhile, somewhere beneath the Everglades Swamp.

"Hey, that's enough, when will I be released?" asked Bediwell, depressed.

Now he floats in mid-air. More accurately, it floats in mid-air like a hydrogen balloon, with a string attached to its tail, the other end of which is held in the hand of Eric. It was the effect of [Second Miracle ------Mass Creation] that was transmitted from Eric to Bedeville through a string, causing the werewolf youth's own weight to be offset by an upward propulsion, so he became like he is now, floating in a state of "gravity".

Although there is nothing uncomfortable about floating like this, it always feels so embarrassing. He looked like a large hydrogen balloon being dragged around by a big kid......

"So," said Eric, the Strategist, who was still walking down the long crystal corridor, and glanced back at Bedeville, "do you want me to let you go down and let you walk on your own?

"Well, let me think again...... The werewolf youth was a little hesitant. After all, he didn't have to spend any effort to be dragged away, and it was quite easy. He didn't really know his physical condition, and his legs were sore and numb because he hadn't moved for a long time. Considering that after using this underground crystal corridor to leave the Demon Swamp, he would have to personally cross the dirty and sticky Turkic Swamp, and Bedivel was indeed a little reluctant. Why don't you endure this embarrassment and let Eric take him all the way back to the Turkic village?

"Anyway, what have you been working on since just now?" asked Eric suddenly.

"Oh, is this?" Bediwell paused for a moment as he used the fire of spells to burn line after line, grain-sized characters on the back of his right hand.

"It's a spell...... Probably. He himself replied with some certainty.

"Spells, you've just met the Great Teacher Clarna, and you're so eager to engrave a spell for yourself with the enhanced fire of spells?" asked Eric casually, pretending not to be interested.

"Nope. This spell is a bit peculiar...... This is the [mantra] I learned from the great teacher, and it is the last insurance measure that keeps me from getting lost in [chaos]. The werewolf youth replied.

In fact, [Spell] is just one thing, just a means for the sorcerer to cast a spell on himself and strictly regulate himself. [Spell] doesn't necessarily need to be the activation of a powerful spell, as long as it's a spell, and any spell is the same. This includes, of course, [reminding yourself what kind of person you want to become].

Engraved on the back of Bediwell's hand, it can even be said that it is hidden under the wolf hair on the back of his hand, and the string of [spells] that are usually invisible at all, is the words that the werewolf youth specially carved to remind himself in the language of his people, the Eskimo:

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You are you, Bediwell. No matter what you have become, no matter what you have experienced, 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 insignificant life is in this vast and vast universe,

Your life is still your life. A unique and irreproducible life.

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"Isn't this all a bunch of nonsense...... After listening to Bediwell's words, Strategist Eric tried hard not to laugh: "Can you become stronger by carving that useless nonsense on yourself?"

"I'm not doing this to get stronger. The werewolf youth laughed self-deprecatingly, "Just to keep yourself from losing yourself in [Chaos]." Because I've been caught in it, I know how terrible it is. The world had forgotten me completely. Whether it's my former friends, relatives, or closest companions, they've lost all memories of me. Only I remember it all. The moment I got lost in [chaos] and couldn't even remember my name, I felt fear.

I wondered, if the world doesn't remember me anymore, and I don't remember the world, then will I have no connection with the world anymore?

So I felt fear. If no one in this world remembers me, and I don't remember anyone in this world, then there will be no place for me in this world. ＂

＂...... It's stupid enough. I don't know if Eric the Strategist didn't understand Bedeville's words at all, or if he deliberately pretended not to understand, he snorted angrily: "Even if you don't remember the world, and the world doesn't remember you, the world will continue to turn." And you have to keep living, too. If you don't have memories, it's just a matter of continuing to create more memories and fill your empty heart. What is there to be afraid of. ＂

"You're a ...... An overly optimistic man, Mr. Eric. "Bedivel Road.

"You are also an overly pessimistic man, Mr. Bediwell. Eric, the Strategist, replied.

At this time, the crystal corridor was basically finished. At the end of the crystal-framed passage there was an upward staircase that led to an exit to the ground. Eric walked up and exited through the crystal-made archway, which was already a swamp outside.

"What to do? The swamp here is waist-deep with all kinds of leeches and bloodsuckers. Bediwell asked with a little sarcasm, "It's too late to regret washing off the green insect-repellent oil just now?"

"There's no need to worry about it at all. Eric snorted coldly.

Bedwell knew that Eric the Strategist could use [Second Wonder] to move objects that were in direct or indirect contact with his body in order to achieve the effect of levitating things in the air. He had seen Eric sitting on a large and ordinary bark tree, floating all the way through the swamp. He also thought that Eric would look for his bark everywhere and leave on the bark. The werewolf youth never thought that even the bark was unnecessary.

Because, the "means of transport" has long been available------ it is the body of Bediville.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" Bediwell sensed that something was wrong, it was too late.

Despite the opposition of the werewolf youth, Eric the Strategist had already jumped lightly onto Bediwell's back and rode the werewolf youth in this way.

"Bastard...... "Bediwell's forehead is bruised: "Meow bastard! Get me down! I'm not your horse?!?!"

"Oh? I can come down, but does that mean you're back and you can walk on your own? If you want to walk alone through this swamp full of bloodsucking bugs without the protection of insect repellent, and not afraid of getting the plague, of course I can let you go down, whatever you want?"

"Uh!" The werewolf young man, who wanted to scold, immediately stopped talking, and his emotions gradually calmed down. While it was a shame to be ridden like this as a means of transportation, he really didn't want to let him (especially after taking a shower) run unprotected through the dirty, disgusting, blood-sucking bug-infested swamp. At this time, he can only bow to the evil forces.

"Bastard...... Remember me! I want you to look good when I go back------"

Syllable!

"Whew!" Before Bediwell could finish speaking, he slapped the other party in the ass: "Hey!

He scribbled excitedly on all fours, as if he were swimming in the air------ even though Bediville was still a landlubber.

"Yes, yes, paddle hard, horse. I can't make much propulsion on my [second miracle], just holding the weight of two people is the limit. Eric smirked mischievously, "Aren't you in a hurry? As [horses], if you don't provide some propulsion, it will be difficult for us to hurry back." ＂

What is scary is not that this sentence is a lie told to play a trick on Bediwell. The scary thing is that there is a good chance that this statement is true.

Bedeville grew more and more annoyed, gritting his teeth, but he couldn't refute anything. If he resisted now, the anti-gravity effect of [Second Miracle] would be gone, and he would smash the wolf face down on the filthy swamp. That's a hundred times more shameful than the current situation.

Without a choice, the werewolf youth drew his tungsten tortoise tongue whip.

They were now about five feet above the ground (the mud ground), which was exactly as far as a whip could reach. So Bediwell let the whip out, and before it could almost hit the rocky ground hidden under the mire, he opened its hook and let it grasp the ground firmly. Then the werewolf youth only had to pull hard, and the tungsten tortoise tongue whip, which was used as a rope, carried Beddeville and Eric, who were floating in mid-air, forward several yards. Both of them were controlled by the force of [the Second Miracle], which just counteracted their own gravity, so that they could slide forward in this "gravityless" state with little hindrance, and perhaps the only resistance was air resistance.

After moving a little further, Bediwell noticed that some of the swamp craters were so deep that not even the tungsten tortoise-tongue whip could reach the hard ground beneath the swamp. He then took out the black and Kobel scimitar and pressed the plug-in system in it. A shockwave erupted from it, propelling Bediwell forward for another distance.

Do you have to fly back all the way like this? The werewolf youth couldn't help but sigh.

Although this is very inferior, it can move forward. When he was almost close to the Elephant Terran village--- Bediwell thought to himself, and only then would he make Eric the Crusher look good.