Finale The Dust of History Prologue I am not dust

The world is full of living beings. If you don't have the strength to stand on top of the world, or at least at the top, you're small, humble, and not worth mentioning.

No matter what beautiful feelings, great dreams, the meaning of life, no matter how great and valuable it is, it is meaningless in comparison with the existence that is stronger than you and higher than you. Just like the countless insects that are devoured by birds every day and the countless poultry that are eaten by people, they are like a speck of dust in this world, which can be ignored. Needless to say, no one will remember in the future, you will not have a place in people's memories, feelings, life goals, even if you are still alive, you are overwhelmed by countless people of the same kind, waiting to be silently devoured by a force greater than you, and then the world will continue to work, and there is no difference between you and you.

Rodhart could no longer remember exactly where and when this belief came from, perhaps after coming to the imperial capital to follow Duke Mrak, perhaps after the incident in his hometown, or even earlier, or perhaps an innate instinct that had lurked in the depths of his soul since childhood, and his dream of becoming a hero and defending justice from a young age may also have originated from this instinct. As time went on, the more things he experienced, the stronger this belief became, until he had merged all his feelings and souls into one.

Friendship, love is not nothing! M.qulEDU. COM had felt it, in fact he struggled many times, and several times he was close to giving up on this ideal. Occasionally, I think quietly, at his age. The status and future he already had had were already dreamed of by countless people, but these thoughts were only fleeting, and after all, it was the power of that belief that made him abandon everything else.

But this world will not change for your wishes because of how strong your **** is and how persistent your beliefs are. He failed. Although he was not reconciled and did not give up, even if he lost his love, friendship and future, he gambled his life to make the last struggle and effort. When he finally met the necromancer in the Shadow Spiral Mountains, he seemed to see in a trance that the door that had been in his dreams had finally opened a gap for him to work his beliefs.

But in the end, the result that awaited him turned out to be someone else's test material. Litter. Objects, dust, not even a worm. That's what he saw. He wanted to go crazy, but he couldn't go crazy, he wanted to die, and he didn't know if he was still alive.

When the archangel's decapitating greatsword split his body in two, the torrent of white magic didn't just dispel the necromantic mana in his body. Even the seal under the mountain in his brain was washed clean. Shante didn't have time to erase his memories and thoughts and gave him to Asa, because the seal of necromancy magic was complex and subtle, and no one could unlock it except Shante himself, but the magic contained in the Archangel Sword was the embodiment of the mental power condensed by the entire Radiant Castle for hundreds of years, and it had long surpassed the scope of human power, so he woke up like this.

Wake up, wake up, but there is no longer the slightest motivation in his body, he can only lie there quietly like a pile of garbage. There were also a few pastors in the middle who came to inspect it. Flipping him over like a pile of pork, inspecting and commenting, and finally moving here to listen to Inham and Stephen discuss how to use him as material.

He just listened like this, and couldn't even roll his eyes. But he wasn't too excited, no matter who he was, under the long-term mental torture of running away and not being mad, nor going mad and dying. If the mind is not tenacious, it can only be numb.

If you give me another chance, if you give me another chance, if you give me another chance, if you give me another chance, if you give me another chance, if you give me another chance, if you give me another chance, if you ....... For dozens of days, his intermittent thoughts were all made up of repeated sentences, and although he knew that such an opportunity was indeed impossible again, he had nothing but constant repetition. Even he seemed to be a monster built from this false thought.

But just like when the Archangel appeared that day. When the air re-evaporates with the immense white magic. He suddenly felt like he could move. The ubiquitous power that pervades the Castle of Radiance also permeates his body, albeit in a completely different nature from necromancy. But this grandiose and pure magical energy can still allow him to drive **** a little.

It's just a little bit, after all, this body is made of necromancy, and at best it can only make small movements like raising a hand. But that was enough, because it was at this moment that he heard the necromancer say something to himself.

Whether it was the voice of the old people who were full of dreams when he was a child listening to the heroic legends, the words of Asa when he found him in the Bracada Hotel, the voice of the Duke when the imperial capital of Einfast was appointed by the Duke, and the **** of the Empress under his body....... The beautiful voices he had heard in his life added up, and they were not as beautiful as the muttering of the thin necromancer, which touched the heart and touched the soul.

"There is a way. Rodhart poked his fingers into his throat with all the force he could muster, tore off a piece of flesh across his throat, and said. Although the strength is very small, he can control every muscle and every inch of this **** more subtle and precise than the movements of insects, and the vocal cords are not too complex organs, so it is not difficult for him to control his body.

"Who?" said Stephen jumped as if he had been stabbed.

"It's me. Rodhart replied in an awkward voice.

"You?" Stephen frowned at the half-cut 'man' on the ground, and he understood what was going on after a closer look. "Shanter made you a Necro Knight without cleaning your head...... You're lucky that Pudu Sentient Being can actually make you move......" His eyes narrowed slightly. This is obviously a person who knows too much, but it also seems to be a person who may have used some land. "What did you just say?"

"I said, I have a way. Rodhart said in his impromptu and grotesque voice. "I have a way to make him your loyal subordinate......"

"What can you do?" Stephen was intrigued by the half-necromantic knight who still had a mind of his own. Although the Purdue Sentient Being had already begun, he didn't mind waiting a little longer. "I don't have much time though, I'll give you a minute. ”

"It's actually very simple, just let me be him. It's not for me to make his parts, it's for his parts to me. Give me that face, and I'll be your subordinate. ”

"Fifty seconds to go. Stephen said lightly.

"You could say that during the operation, he suddenly found a way to treat his mental damage. Just go straight to the hands-on treatment. This Purdue sentient magic is not something that can be seen very often, as long as you find a suitable reason, you can say that you hurt the memory part while healing, as long as I am careful, he will definitely not find out. And neither I nor this other necromantic knight have vocal cords and can't speak, so there's less chance of revealing a flaw. ”

Stephen's eyes lit up slightly and he nodded. He had to admit that it was still interesting. It's just that although the danger is small, it is not impossible. "Thirty seconds. ”

"You can cast a magic spell in my head, so you can rest assured that I won't betray you. ”

Stephen's eyes not only lit up, but also narrowed slightly, with a hint of a smile in them. He looked at Rodhart's scarred, patchwork face, thought for a moment, and said, "Ten seconds." ”

Rodhart paused. Shen Sheng continued: "You should be able to tell what kind of person Inham is. This man is too dangerous, if there is a person who he is completely unsuspecting lurking around, and completely knows all the movements of this person, maybe you can also control him, isn't it worth the gamble?"

This time, Stephen finally didn't count down again. And just say, "Needless to say, I know better than you do." But do you know what I'm afraid of?"

"I don't know. ”

"I'm afraid of you. Stephen sneered. "The people who can be transformed into fear knights by Shante are determined and vicious in their temperament, and they are monsters far beyond ordinary people, and such a monster can still have a mind like you, and can still persuade me so calmly when it is about to be dismantled as a part, and this depth of heart and calmness of mind are probably not under Inham. ”

"I just don't want to die. Whoever has been piled up there like garbage for so many days feels numb. Rodhart replied lightly. He didn't show a look or tone of flattery and begging for mercy, and he was a fool to be moved by this. Only a fool would think that begging for mercy would be useful. That would only make people despise and despise it. He's said everything he can say. The rest is up to the other party to judge, and from now on, this necromancer should have already judged what to do.

"But a madman who can grasp it is not much better than a madman who can grasp it. At least I know what you want. Stephen's hand rested on Rodhart's forehead. "If you succeed, I'm going to work with you. ”

"You won't regret it. A cracked smile finally appeared on Rodhart's patched face. Even with his will and the city government still have irrepressible excitement, he knows very well that even as a servant of this necromancer, his subordinates will definitely get more land in the future than everything he had before, and he feels very clearly what is hidden in the heart of this seemingly tall old man.

And this 'servant' and 'subordinate' status is only temporary, and Rodhart firmly believes in this.

"As you wish, I will plant a magic seal in your head. This is a trick I learned from the Far East, even if Magnus and Sandru join forces, it is impossible to eliminate it, as long as I move the thought, I can completely erase your consciousness in an instant, and make you a real necromantic knight. As for Inham, you don't need me to teach you, you should know better what to do with him. I'll tell you what to do when you're fully integrated into his son's character. ”

Stephen's hand cut through the skin on Rodhart's forehead, and like a most skilled old craftsman, he found a crack in his skull with a single touch, and the nail picked up the skull and turned it open. Feeling the necromancer's fingers running in his own brain was no less pleasant to Rodhart than the first time he touched the girl.

The rest went so smoothly. Stephen swapped his scarred face with Jarvey's, carefully swapped the features on his skull, and the rest of the transformation was easy. By the time he finally lay on the bed with Jarvi's face, the real Jarvi had changed into his own appearance, and was a pile of garbage in the corner of the wall along with the shattered Silica.

After the magic of Pudu sentient beings dissipated, all his power was also lost, but the turbulent waves in his heart only grew bigger and stronger.

"Don't worry, your cheap dad will find a way to find you enough mana to get you moving. Your internal organs are still Necroknight's, and you can replenish your mana by eating human flesh in the future, and although you lose a lot of the fun of being human, it's a lot better than being a pile of garbage, isn't it?"

More than that. As long as you can reach the highest peak, does it matter if you are human?

Although Rodhart couldn't move, couldn't say that he couldn't even change his eyes, he didn't mind, he knew that his life had started anew, and he had such a body, such a father. Of course, the next most important thing is how to deal with this old man and the seal he has placed, he has time and spirit.

It's just that he never expected that this problem would be solved in such a quick time. Listening to Stephen's last roar, fortunately he couldn't move at the time, and he didn't even have the strength to change his expression, otherwise he would have laughed out loud with joy.

Pretending to be an amnesiac Javi wasn't too difficult for Rodhart right now, but he didn't have to pretend anymore.