It's so cold, I'm unwilling, I'm so thirsty, I can still fight, it's so painful, I want to go home, I miss her, why is this happening, I miss him, it's so terrible, it's all the fault of the angry waves......

All kinds of sounds, all kinds of ideas, confused, difficult to discern. But nothing could be done, nothing could be done to silence these voices, it was too painful, it was like, as if it was about to be assimilated by these voices, the anger, the fear, the unwillingness, the sorrow, the emotions and memories contained in the sounds, like the waves rushing towards them, to knock down the poor man standing on the shore and drag him into a sea of confusion and obscurantism. Just as he was about to dissipate into the torrent of chaos, a voice greater than all sounds, older than all voices, and silent sounded from beneath the depths of the sea, like a giant beast that could swallow the ocean and split the wind and waves.

"Who are you?" said the beast.

"Tarantula... I am the Black Mountain of Lothar, the heir of the Black Family, the knight of the Greylion, the adopted son of His Majesty Siggett, the commander of the Bear Hunters, the friend of the Grey-robed Mage, and the defender of Vale!" So the sea receded, and the whole world fell silent. Lothar stood dumbfounded on the shore without seawater, he didn't mean to say the long list of titles, but each title was a responsibility and connection for him, and it was these responsibilities and connections that allowed him to re-establish himself in this world.

The Behemoth did not retreat with the water, it stood in front of Lothar like a mountain that had existed for eternity, its form so large that no detail could be seen, as if the behemoth itself had swallowed up the light that shone on him. The only thing Lothar could see was one eye of the behemoth, which he had seen, so he knew what was in front of him.

"Sorry, I didn't expect to meet again so soon. Lothar looked up and looked at each other with a wry smile on his face, the oppression of the giant beast was still stronger than anything he had ever seen, but the current Count of Montenegro was nothing to fear, because there were three shocking wounds on his abdomen and chest. "You see, it turned out like this, more than I expected. You've waited so many years to find me, but I can't even make a three-year contract because of my blindness. Really, I'm sorry. ”

The black beast shook its form slightly, and said in a voice that didn't know where it came from, "This time, you're really dead. Most of the dead have no thoughts when they arrive where I am, so I'm both strange and familiar with your death, so I'm curious to know, what do you think now?"

"You seem, it's not the same as before. Lothar frowned slightly, he always felt that the master of the destination in front of him was a little different from what he had seen before, at least in his understanding, this guy should not be so, well, lively. The current behemoth felt so intimate to him, and although he still couldn't see its true form, in terms of conversation, it now felt more like a person than an unknowable being, and no matter how mysterious this person was, he was at least his own kind and could communicate.

"Keen insight, Lothar Montenegro. But your worries are unnecessary, I am still me, and the difference you feel is that the barriers between you and me are gone. When I met you before, your body was still functioning, and in your words, you were still alive. Therefore, I cannot communicate directly with you. Your flesh is like a house, and standing outside the house, I can only peek into your heart through the cracks in the windows and doors, and the words I speak are also my clumsy imitation and patchwork of your way of thinking under this peeping. But things are different now, and your body, I don't seem to be overly excited here, but it really doesn't provide you with what it means to stay alive. It's as if the walls of your house are broken, and there is no longer any barrier between me and you, and if you wish, I can also become any kind of image that you can accept, for example, the opposite sex you like or your friends, and your family. ”

"Is it—" Lothar hesitated in his tone, he really wanted to meet the networm, and his sudden death must have been a big blow to her. And, the child in the networm's womb, Lothar smiled unconsciously at the thought of this little life, but this smile was quickly replaced by a bitter expression, he really didn't want his child to lack parents like himself, because he knew the pain, and there would not be a second king of Sigget in this world to wake up his child. What can be done? His words cannot be conveyed to the real networm, and the so-called last words are just a self-talk and hallucinations of the deceased. The Earl shook his head gently, knights should not indulge in illusion, no matter how cruel the reality is, "It's still not necessary, thank you." ”

"I respect your decision. The Lord of the Destination spoke in a calm voice, and His voice and His image gave a strong contrast.

Lothar took a deep breath, or rather, he made an inhalation motion in his own habits, "So, I'm dead." So what's going on with those guys? Does every dead person have to listen to the nagging of the other dead people? It's a bit different from the eternal calm that the Krakens are talking about. I thought death was like falling asleep. ”

The beast made a series of strange sounds, and the Count had to guess that it was his laughter, and after a moment, the laughter stopped, and the Lord of Destiny said slowly, "Yes, by biological standards, you are undoubtedly dead, you have shed too much blood, and your body organs are badly damaged. Unfortunately, now is not the time for you to come to me, you are my agent, Lothar Montenegro, which means that you will have to see as my eyes and hear as my ears until the contract between you and me is completed. At the same time, I also have to be my stand-in to carry it. ”

The Earl's mouth was half-open, pondering the other's words. He soon understood what he was carrying, and when he was at sea, he had heard Fioni say that the soul of the dead would go with him if he died with the rope of the god of the sea. And his body is not only the rope of the sea god, the tattoos all over his body say that it is the armor of the sea god, so to speak, the chaos that he heard and felt just now turned into a tide is the kraken who died beside him! The consciousness of those krakens was absorbed into his consciousness, which caused the situation just now.

"Wait, what do you mean I can't go to you until the contract is done? I'm dead! what else do you want me to do?" Lothar shouted to the beast, answering him with a series of strange laughs and a darkness that covered everything. But slowly, the darkness became clearer, and it turned into some sand.

In the dark space that was already devastated, a corpse that had been thrown from the ground slowly spread his hands to the ground, like a newborn baby, relying on instinct to support his upper body. He sat down on the floor, first touching his face, then reaching down to his abdomen, where the two wounds that had pierced his body were no longer dripping blood. It's so quiet, Lothar suddenly thought to herself as she checked her physical condition, why, I can't hear my heartbeat?

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors