【West of the Aslan Empire: Rennes Sea】

In the gray-blue sky, a huge white light whistled like a meteor, and it quickly landed towards the black island that was hit by the crashing waves. Countless flickering golden fragments were drawn into golden threads in the sky, like thousands of wandering spirits, trailing behind the white meteors, and the flickering halo fragments outlined the vast clouds with shining golden edges.

The huge wind roared sharply, and when the huge halo fell on the black reef ground like a meteorite, the entire white light suddenly shattered and stretched, like a huge white flower softly stretched and bloomed, thousands of white rays of light swirled and swam rapidly, and a huge white-winged giant eagle spun and manifested from the white light-winged wings, its huge body like a small mountain, and in the moment after it appeared, it turned into thousands of shiny feathers, and then it was like being absorbed by the eye of the wind, and rolled back to the Jue Yin under the ears of Lianquan in a storm.

The dazzling white light disappeared in an instant, and between the black and oppressive sky and sea, only the ghost mountain crack soul and the ghost mountain lotus spring stood on the edge of the cliff, standing against the wind. There was a melancholy silence in the vast world, and under the heavy dark clouds was the endless sea, with no fishing boats, no flying birds, and no traces of man-made, just like the desolate world before the birth of human civilization.

Lianquan's heart was filled with a slight sense of insignificance. In the midst of this vast heaven and earth, even if you are an apostle, what is it? The 100-year lifespan of human beings, in the 10 billion years of silent cosmic history, is just a sad flicker of fireflies in a hurry.

The blue-gray Mithril armor of the ghost mountain soul glows like a lake in the dimming twilight. The robe of the Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring was swept by the sea breeze, and the sound of the hunt sounded like a monotonous and sad ballad, and although she was a woman, she wore the same Mithril battle armor as her brother, and the fiery hardness and gorgeous softness echoed the double beauty in her.

"Arrived?" asked Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring.

"It's here. "The face of the ghost mountain soul is resolute and hard, as if it has been carved by the wind and snow for thousands of years.

"Brother. You say that the Sixth Degree Lord Silliur is on this island?" "Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring closed his eyes and tried his best to perceive the changes in his soul power on this island. She frowned slightly, looking puzzled, as if she couldn't believe her perception.

The ghost mountain soul asked, "Did you sense it?"

Guishan Lianquan opened her eyes, her face was full of confused and slightly frightened expressions, she opened her mouth, she wanted to say something, but she wanted to say it again and again, as if what she was about to say was ridiculous even to herself.

The ghost mountain sewing soul looks. As if he already knew what she was going to say, he nodded and said with a solemn face: "It's okay, what do you sense, I'll listen to it." ”

Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring took a deep breath, calmed his slightly impatient heartbeat, and said, "Brother, although I'm not good at soul power induction, judging from the soul power I have sensed. The soul power on this island is too huge, and in terms of the scope of soul power, Syrul is only a sixth-degree prince, and the soul power level of a low-ranking prince. It is absolutely impossible to spread to such a terrifying area. And what's even stranger is that this soul power is so obvious and undisguised, however. But I couldn't sense the direction of the source of the soul power at all, as if I was wrapped in this soul power, and I was in the center of the soul power. If that's the case, then Lord Cyril should be standing right in front of us...... But ......" Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring looked around, in the vast world, not to mention human figures, not even a single living being.

Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring didn't continue, because she suddenly had a creepy premonition in her heart.

The ghost mountain soul seemed to be completely clear about what she was thinking and feeling, and the tacit understanding between them was not only because of the spirit rhino between the prince's apostles, but also because of the blood flowing from the same root and origin in their bodies. The deep voice of the ghost mountain crack soul sounded a little sad: "You are right, we are standing on the body of Syrul now, and the whole island is his flesh. ”

"What...... Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring couldn't believe her ears, she couldn't help but look down at the ground under her feet, and a slight discomfort spread from her heart.

The ghost mountain crack soul did not speak, and raised his hand gently, and a beautiful pale golden transparent ripple in the air, like an invisible blade, slashed towards the hard reef ground, and the rock exploded into a narrow and deep crack, and the black gravel scattered in all directions. Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring lowered his head and followed his brother's gaze to the ground.

In the cracks of the shattered rock, black and red blood was bubbling at the moment. It's like a hidden spring underground, slowly seeping through. At the same time, as the blood continued to coagulate into a viscous semi-solid, the exploding stones slowly reclosed and returned to their positions, like a wound on human skin healing rapidly.

Ghost Mountain Lianquan looked at the incredible and strange scene in front of him and asked, "What the hell is going on?"

The ghost mountain crevice raised his head, and the depth in his eyes seemed to be a rolling abyss sea: "Sixteen years ago, Syruel received an order from the silver priest to leave his newly pregnant wife behind and go to this island alone. And the content of the order he needs to carry out is to use his powerful talent to merge himself and this island to protect the safety of this island. ”

"This island is very ordinary, there are hundreds of such islands in the entire Rennes Sea, what is there on this island, why do you need to sacrifice a prince to protect its safety?"

"Of course, it is not ordinary, otherwise Siliul would not willingly give up his family, freedom, and even his life, and imprison himself here, and for a long time, endure great pain and suffering, inch by inch, his bones, blood, tendons, and veins to merge with this island. That's what 'that' silver priest told me......"

“...... Brother, is he really a silver priest? Didn't you say when he died...... I think that kind of death is too evil, the silver priest should be a god, not a demon......" Oniyama Lotus Spring plucked up his courage and asked in a low voice.

The ghost mountain soul closed his eyes, and his mind flashed across the abyss corridor again, the scene when the pale boy died, the black hellish picture, imprinted in his mind like ink, indelible. Every time I think about it, I feel a deep sea-like suppressed sense of fear, just like the ghost's hand quietly probing into his chest, and the cold five fingers covering his heart.

The pale boy who was as delicate as a crystal carving, after explaining everything, seemed to vaguely feel that his life had come to an end. He had wanted to let Silver Dust and Soul Crack go. Leaving him alone, however, his weak body could no longer make any sound. The amber-like eyes lost their luster in a matter of seconds, and their cloudy pupils were like jewels covered with spider silk. His eyes closed slowly, and a wave of sadness swelled up in the hearts of both Silver Dust and Soul Cracks. However, in the next instant, a shadow of terror fell from the sky.

The little boy's closed eyelids suddenly began to melt like ice cubes, and gradually disappeared, revealing two black sunken eye sockets. Like the eye holes left by a decomposing corpse, and what was even more terrifying was that more and more black viscous liquid began to surge out of the two black eye sockets, which struggled and twisted, like a living black soft monster, and let out a sharp and piercing scream...... The mucus poured out of the boy's eyes, black gelatin, gurgling down the boy's face, neck, chest...... Flowing to the ground. The black fluid struggled out into various shapes, resembling hands and feet, resembling a spine, and even a protruding arc-shaped sarcoma with two huge round eyes as large as fists. The white eyeballs are covered with dense blood vessels, and a black hole like a mouth on the sarcoma is emitting a hoarse and terrifying cry...... The stench of decay steamed through the dense jungle, and the black slime continued to stretch out like dead branches, looking as if it had been burned to death and twisted and glued into a mess of charred corpses. Soaking and devouring in a black swamp, it turned into a carrion full of holes......

As the last of the black slime was squeezed out of the boy's body, the wriggling and screaming black fluid. It gradually weakened, and finally turned into a black gas, which evaporated into the air and was blown away by the wind. All that was left was the little boy's crystalline empty shell, and his two hollow eye sockets were bubbling with a white chill outward......

Silver Dust and Soul Cracks couldn't believe their eyes, could it be that this unknown black slime was the Silver Priest they had always believed in? their supreme deity? Could it be that the perfect and delicate little boy flesh like a crystal god was just an illusory shell of them?

If so, what about the other two silver priests sleeping on the crystal wall of the heart?

"It's not our turn to think about it, and we can't figure it out. The prince and the apostle seem to be extremely noble, but perhaps, they are just a group of soul beasts with human forms. Accepting tasks, completing tasks, is the whole meaning of our existence. The ghost mountain crevice stood in the dimming sea breeze, and the hair in front of Ren's forehead was blown away by the wind, revealing hard eyebrows and a straight nose.

The kings and apostles admired by all people are just such sad and insignificant existences.

How many terrible secrets are there on this continent?

"The physical body of the Immortal Lord Syriel no longer exists, and it took him a long time to finally unite himself with the island. Perhaps from the day he became a prince, he had realized that in the dark, this was his fate. In the entire Yaslan realm, only Siliur can complete such a large-scale physical transformation, and ordinary princes can at most transform their physical attributes partially or slightly through the cold land, the realm of fanaticism, taking rare and exotic herbs or soaking in special spring liquids, etc., however, with such a scope and intensity of physical transformation, looking at the entire Yaslan, only Siliur can do it. His soul circuit seems to have been born for this. His near-limit and immortal recovery ability allowed him to shatter his blood, nerve veins, and even muscles and bones, and spread them all over the island. As long as there is still the slightest connection between his physical bodies, or even as long as there is blood covering and flowing, then his life can survive, and then begin the long and arduous merging. It's hard to imagine what a horrible process it was. After more than ten years, he finally ...... It became the island at your feet. We can't imagine the pain and despair of this in ......"

"If the physical body has been destroyed, then is Silul still alive?" Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring suddenly felt a little sad.

"He's alive. It's just that he is in a state of extreme sleep, or rather only maintains a chaotic ideology for a long time. is on the border between life and death, so that his consumption of soul power will be minimized, just like an animal hibernation in the cold season, the heartbeat and metabolism will become very slow, so as to survive the long consumption and continue life. If my guess is correct, he should have fused his whole body with this island, extracted his soul and mind, and condensed it into a secret place deep in the island, equivalent to our heart or brain...... This is his divine consciousness, with all his thoughts and memories, and if we find this place, we will find Syrius. ”

"After finding it, our mission is to ......," asked Ghost Mountain Renquan.

The ghost mountain soul closed his eyes, and the wind blew the cloth robe under his armor: "Recondense his already chaotic consciousness, and then ...... Wake him up. (To be continued.) )