【West Aslan Empire・Rennes Sea】

The wind blew almost all the clouds away. The starlight dotted the black and blue night sky, like diamonds sprinkled on velvet by the gods.

The huge sea surface is sparkling, and the reflected starlight and moonlight merge with the bright stars on the horizon, gently erasing the boundary between the sea and the sky, and the world in front of you seems to return to the beginning of the roundness.

The voice of Silver Dust was muffled into the sea breeze, and it sounded astringent.

"Actually, I don't have any memory of the catastrophe four years ago, it's just fragmented scenes that appear in my mind from time to time. Many times I even feel like I'm actually dead, because the last thing I remember is Ge...... It's the image of someone else killing me. But then, I came back to life, and when I woke up, I was already in the heart of the imperial capital. At that time, the silver priest told me that all the blood vessels, tendons, veins and soul circuits in my previous body had been cut and broken, and although my body was healed at the moment, the previous soul circuits had been covered by the new body, and the former soul circuits had also been erased and could not be activated at all. I don't know when this slumber will return, and it is likely that it will never be...... So, they planted a new soul circuit in my new body and gave me a new talent. ”

"So you accepted your new identity without saying anything, and everything in the past didn't mean anything to you?" said Lianquan, looking at Silver Dust in disbelief.

"Because there is not much left of the 'past' in my mind...... When I first woke up, I was tormented by the fragmented memories in my mind and wanted to die. You know what it feels like? It's like hundreds of different colored glass paintings, all shattered, all the colorful pieces of debris mixed together, and then poured over your head, these sharp glass shards quickly cut through your body, you can feel the pain of each piece, but you can't piece together a complete picture of the past. A large amount of debris flowed away, and some of the remaining fragments dug deep into my flesh and remained...... That's all I have left now...... No one told me whether Gilgamesh was dead or alive, but in everyone's words, his treason was already a fait accompli. After that, I was appointed to succeed the dead Ferrer as the new Lord of the Seventh. But you know what, as a person with no memories, living in this world, that feeling of loneliness and desolation......"

――Every morning you wake up like you're in a strange city, at a strange time, with thousands of people rubbing shoulders one after another, and the stories they tell and the disputes they care about have nothing to do with you. You don't know where you are or why you exist. You don't know where you're coming from or where you're going.

- Who are the people you care about, and who are the people you hate.

- You'd rather live in a lonely wilderness, desolate, but with familiar plants and rocks, and clear footprints that can lead you back to the lit bonfire. There are trails that branch off into a meadow of sweet berries, and gentle shallows that lead you to familiar lakes.

But you don't want to live in a noisy but completely strange world, because the fragments of your body cannot guide you, it will only become your shackles and stubbornness.

"That's why you've been living forbearantly all these years, away from the struggle for power, and the hunger for soul power, and becoming a lonely outlier among all the prince's apostles, right?" Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring looked at Yinchen and understood for the first time why the person in front of him, who was considered as ice-cold and indifferent by everyone, was so arrogant. The fragments of his memories are treasures he considers valuable, but they are also his endless pain.

"Because this new world doesn't mean much to me. I just want to find Gilgamesh. Tears welled up in Silver Dust's eyes, "I used to be his apostle, so I will always be his apostle." ”

"What about Qiling?"

The flickering light in Silver Dust's eyes suddenly trembled, like a candle flame suddenly being blown by the wind.

This is this new world, the first new fragment of memory inserted in his body, which cannot be separated.

Lianquan looked at the silver dust under the starlight, his eyes were red, and his pupils were wet, as if they had been washed by the sea to warm and smooth black stones, Lianquan was a little unbearable, so he changed the topic: "As long as you find Gilgamesh, everything will have an answer." ”

"Do you know where Gilgamesh is?" Silverdust turned around, his voice unable to hide his excitement.

"The place where Gilgamesh was imprisoned is beneath the island that Syrius has smelted into. If a place of imprisonment wants to be able to trap a powerful soul magician, then in addition to the confined space in physical conditions and the impregnable four walls, it also needs a thing with strong soul power as a seal. Otherwise, some powerful soul magician, even if you imprison him at the bottom of the ocean, or in the middle of the iron wall, he will still be able to escape with his own strength. The seal can be anything with soul power, such as a horcrux, or a soul beast, etc., the stronger the thing as a seal, the more difficult it is to destroy this imprisoned place, but, as an object of sealing, the soul power will gradually be consumed with the passage of time, and when the soul power of the seal is completely gone, this imprisoned place will also become invalid. Therefore, the stronger the seal, the longer the effective captivity. Gilgamesh's transcendent strength made the silver priest have to use "a prince" as a living seal, and Syruel's unique talent allowed him to smelt himself and the island into one, and at the same time, the entire island was soaked in the sea, and in the inexhaustible abundant water element, Syruel could almost live forever, so the time of his imprisonment was close to eternity......"

"Smelting?"

"Yes, I'm not very familiar with smelting, as far as I know, smelting is the process of partial fusion or replacement of a soul magician's own body and other different heterogeneous qualities with the support of powerful soul power. This is a very dangerous forbidden soul technique, which was very popular for a time in the early stages of soul art development. Because at that time, people's research and exploration of talent and soul power were far from being as sophisticated as they are now, and people's use and imagination of the golden soul mist were very limited. At that time, the strength of the soul magician's body basically determined the strength of the combat power. Therefore, in order to obtain more powerful power, some princes and apostles took risks and began to perform various smelting to strengthen their physical bodies. However, smelting has extremely high side effects, firstly, the probability of success of this forbidden soul technique is very low, and secondly, the smelting has a very huge depletion on one's own body. A Soul Sorcerer who has been partially replaced in the flesh often looks like a monster...... According to the historical records I consulted, in the history of Yaslan, there have been those who smelted their bones into metal, those who smelted the indestructible claws of the [Canter's Cold Fox] into their own bodies to replace their own hands, and those who tried to smelt the flesh wings of a pair of dragons on their shoulder blades...... A large number of soul magicians died in the process of smelting, and those who managed to survive stood at the peak of their soul power, and they once ruled the soul world of Yaslan for a long time. But with the further research and exploration of talent and soul power in the soul art world, soon, this ancient and evil way of enhancing power was abandoned. As smelting gradually withdrew from the mainstream of the soul art world, the competition and research of talents became a new trend and direction. More and more new and treacherous talents are born, and Yaslan's soul art world has also entered the era of countless talents competing for beauty and survival of the fittest. Niche talents in the field of autoimmunity continue to be born, these new talents are like viruses, and soon eroded the original soul art system, and in front of these new talents, they are like behemoths of the aging dragon clock, they are besieged by groups of agile monsters with sharp teeth, and soon they fall, and a large number of ancient talents have lost their inheritance and disappeared into the long river of history...... The rise of the Talent Stream completely announced the decline of the Age of Powerful Flesh, and it was the first time in the history of Yaslan that the soul system was updated on a large scale. However, the vast majority of smelting is partial substitution and local fusion, because the more heterogeneous the body is replaced or implanted, the greater the rejection reaction, and the higher the probability of death......

Silver Dust was silent, but his eyes were full of emotion. Although Lianquan's tone was calm and calm, he could still imagine in his mind this tragic renewal in history, which was the pinnacle of soul art created by countless white bones and corpses, and people would only remember the powerful glory that shone brightly, and no one would remember the endless killing behind the shadows.

Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring looked at Yinchen, his eyes were filled with two clear tears, and the tears surrounded his eyes as clear as ice and snow, which was particularly moving.

【West Aslan Empire・Hidden Mountain Palace】

"Do you smell the smell of blood in the storm?" the rain is about to blow all over the building, and Yaslan will soon have a storm again......" Treya leaned closer to Nether's handsome face, burying her nose in his collarbone, inhaling the strong masculine scent of his body.

"Isn't this our favorite? Killing games, we've been playing since we were kids......" Smirk smiled wickedly, disapproving.

"This time is different, if my hunch is correct, the Yas Blue Soul Realm should soon usher in a third complete and large-scale renewal......" Treya closed her eyes, her face looking a little weak and tired.

"The third time? I only know that the first time was the end of the smelting era, so what was the second time?"

"The second time is the appearance of 'we'...... You, I, God's voice, neon...... Our erosion of this world is the second renewal of Yaslan. Treya opened her eyes, and under her long curly eyelashes was a pair of beautiful eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything, "Without us, where would we have so many bizarre talents, if we had to rely on the natural evolution and mutation of talents, it would take at least thousands of years for us to evolve this talent that is so different from those ancient talents in the initial stage." The world was once dominated by all kinds of behemoths, but in the end, they were all ruled by small and fragile creatures like humans, however, human beings can ignore and provoke all kinds of creatures that are much larger than us, but they can never escape the shadow of disease, countless invisible bacteria, viruses, and unscrupulously play with the life span of human beings - therefore, evolution is the eternal power of this world. ”

"And what is the third soul renewal you have a hunch?" Netherworld put away his uninhibited smile and stretched out his muscular arm to take Treya into his chest.

"I don't know, this 'monster' is still hiding in the fog, I can see its eyes shining with cold light, but I can't see its appearance, it is more patient than us, it has a higher intelligence......" Treya's breathing was a little rapid, "we have to wait carefully." ”

"But I don't want to ......wait," Nether laughed suddenly, his deep voice like a metallic tone, sexy and charming, his slender and powerful fingers reached into the thin blanket that covered Treya's body, his hands were attracted by the source of strength, and gently but irresistibly swam towards a certain place.

The hunter, who smelled of danger, searched for the budding rose in the thorny jungle, and his rough fingers caressed the delicate petals with dewdrops.

Therea opened her rosette-red lips and bit down lightly on Nether's chest. (To be continued.) )