Two lines of clear tears slipped from Huang Qi's closed eyes.

Dahlia's dying love, the peerless smashing of the void, he didn't realize it, he was so badly injured that he fell into a deep unconscious coma, even with Dahlia's mysterious power, it couldn't be completely cured, and it couldn't wake up his consciousness even for a moment.

It's just that in the deepest part of his consciousness, he suddenly seemed to feel something, a deep sadness inexplicably flooded, and the layers surrounded him tightly, as if it were endless, making him instantly grief-stricken, and his soul just wanted to cry out loud.

A piece of life with Dahlia in the past is constantly emerging, and Dahlia's voice and smile, gentle and considerate, and delicate shadow and fragrance appear again and again, long stay, lingering for a long time.

"Bang bang!

The heart that had been silent for a long time suddenly beats, one by one, one by one, and after a while, it beats again, and then, the heartbeat beats from seven or eight minutes, to six minutes, to five minutes...... Four minutes ...... Three-minute ...... 2 minutes ...... One minute.

With the beating of the heart, the blood supply of the body flowed again and again, his body gradually had some breath of life, the body had some ups and downs, the breathing became once a minute, and even the body's recovery began to start, repairing the extremely serious injuries in the very small.

Suddenly, he felt that his body was bright, and his consciousness gradually regained and woke up, as if he had just had a chaotic dream. In a trance, he suddenly remembered the previous chase and fight with countless monsters, remembered the dahlia in his arms, and was shocked in his heart, and looked into his arms in a panic.

Under the observation of consciousness, the surrounding scenery showed a vague light shadow, he could not see clearly, his heart was more anxious, more desperate 'open eyes' to observe, as the consciousness recovered step by step, he finally saw the surrounding situation clearly.

His heart was pounding violently, he was inexplicably frightened, and his consciousness and soul trembled with fear!

His arms were empty, and there was no more dahlia.

He didn't know how long he had been unconscious, and he didn't know what had happened during that period, but faintly, he remembered the deep grief and grief in the chaotic state before he regained consciousness, and the rhyme and smile of the dahlia that kept appearing, and a trace of realization flashed in his consciousness, and he was stunned.

Dahlia is dead!

Dahlia is dead!!

Dahlia is dead!!

He will never see this gentle and delicate girl again!

This girl who has always been in love with him is gone!

He finally lost her forever!

Around his consciousness, it suddenly became extremely black, as if he had fallen into a deep and boundless darkness, and his body kept falling downward, falling at high speed, falling endlessly, and he didn't know when it was the end, or there was no end at all.

He woke up in a frenzy, screaming and screaming with all his might, struggling and dancing desperately, trying to erase these frightening thoughts, and looking around like crazy, begging in a panic in his heart, hoping to get the slightest hint of her voice or figure.

But he couldn't find anything, except for a bulging animal skin bag belonging to a dahlia on the ground beside him, and a delicate white six-petal dahlia.

And it was these two objects lying alone on the ground that made him grief even deeper, these are the cherished objects that belong to Dahlia, and now that the objects are empty in man, everything is self-evident.

He yelled even more frantically, like a lone wounded wild dog, barking desperately, not knowing what he was calling, but loudly, venting the growing panic in his heart, and gradually, his cry turned into an angry roar, roaring at heaven and earth, cursing at all things, hating viciously, desperately, challenging blasphemy against all known gods.

But... All actions are ineffective.

What was even more sad was that he was stunned to find that he was angry and cursing, he couldn't hear the slightest sound, he struggled indiscriminately, punched and kicked, he couldn't feel the slightest sense of force, he couldn't feel the presence of his limbs, and even worse, he couldn't even feel the pain, even if he was heartbroken and blackened with grief, he still couldn't feel the pain.

At this time, instead of deep sorrow, he would rather his heart ache like a twist, the pain to the heart, and the pain to the heart and lungs into the bone marrow, or, when the pain comes up, it can somewhat alleviate the sorrow in the soul consciousness, so that he will not just be powerless and helpless despair.

His body was lying quietly on the ground, his appearance was intact, he couldn't see a trace of scars, his heart beat and his breathing slowly, and his consciousness seemed to be two completely different worlds, and the grief and despair in his consciousness couldn't even cause the slightest reaction from his body.

He thought of death, and he wanted to die like this, like never before.

In a short period of time, he lost two of the dearest and most important relatives in his life, one was his brother who grew up with him, and the other was his sister who was deeply engraved in his life under the fusion of souls, both of them were people who were more important than his breath than his life, and both of them left him together, which was the most painful pain that his life could not bear.

Death! Or the best way to get out! He didn't want to bear the feeling of loneliness and despair of being alone in the infinite world.

If possible, he would rather use the most aggrieved way to die, touching his head to the ground and dying, or simply dig a deep pit and bury himself completely in it, as long as he can die, he doesn't care about anything.

But he couldn't, he was so sad that he couldn't even die, he couldn't control his life and death at all.

The only thing he could do now was to wait for death!

Wait for your body to suddenly deteriorate and die! Or, kill yourself when your body is regained!

The saddest thing in the world is this, when you are helpless to make the worst choice, you sadly find that even the worst choice you can't make, you don't have the right to choose at all.

Suddenly, a slight sound of footsteps came from afar, getting closer and closer, slightly touching his consciousness.

It was a very strange feeling, like the fluff of a dogtail gently brushing his skin, causing a slight sensation in his body.

However....... his senses were almost in a state of damage and paralysis, he 'heard' the voice.

There was a strange feeling to it, similar to the state of extreme movement and stillness that he had experienced in battle when he was once drowsy.

Of course, in the state of conscious consciousness at this time, it is impossible for him to know that he has ever had a state of extreme movement and static, but it just feels familiar.

...... Ray!

It's all because of these lights!

It's because of the rays that appear in these consciousnesses!

It's because of the light that others can't see, only the light that you can see!

He looked at the glowing lines around him, and a faint flash of realization flashed in his heart.

Everything is the light that appears in his mind, these wisps of light, constitute a virtual light shape, tangible and intangible, will form a unique form, and the transmission of sound is the same, so that he can know it clearly with a little discrimination.

In the drowsy movement of his consciousness, he had no way of knowing what these rays were about, but now, in his conscious state, he knew from the memory of the great black bird that the Sumerians called this kind of light in their minds 'perception', a kind of occult ability that only appeared in Sumerian legends.

It is said that perception is produced by the spiritual power of the person, and it is the embodiment of the external manifestation of the spiritual power, and the stronger the spiritual power, the stronger the perceived perception that radiates out, and the wider the range of perception that can be felt.

In the perceptual range, it is a 360-degree exploration without dead angles, and no matter what form of object, it will be clearly displayed no matter how big or small, which is a strange ability between the tangible and the invisible.

He could clearly know that the change in the shape of a radius of 20 meters around his body meant that his perception was a perception with a radius of 20 meters, evenly distributed like a sphere, not more than a minute, not less than an inch.

He also didn't know if the perception of this range was strong or weak, and of course, he didn't care.

Gradually, within the perceptual range of twenty meters around his body, the light and shadow swayed and changed, stepping into two tall and sturdy figures, with flame totem marks on their faces, muscles rolling and protruding, and their whole bodies were almost naked, with only a strip of animal skin around their lower bodies to cover the gears/parts.

Under the fine and clear perception, the pores of the two people's expressions are delicate, as if the three-dimensional characters appear lifelike in front of them, which is very unreal.

A little earlier, a hair braided into a thick braid, a rough and heroic face, a pair of slitted eyes revealing shrewdness and decisiveness, a later facial line a little softer, but expressionless, there is a kind of stupid stupidity, the long and short scars on the body are horizontal and vertical, I don't know how many, the most alarming thing is that there are two adult palm-sized scars on his chest, the fracture is neat and hideous and terrifying, almost occupying the entire chest, I don't know what monster claws left, but also thanks to him can escape with his life in this way.

Two Sumerian warriors!

It used to be five brave Sumerian warriors who cooperated inseamately, in order to rescue Huang Qi and the two, regardless of life and death, three died when they broke into the encirclement of monsters, and under the mysterious power of Dahlia, the dead could not be brought back to life, and the remaining two were all injured, and these were the last two left.

The two of them approached cautiously, looked up and down carefully to confirm, and the thick braid gently stabbed him with a half-broken javelin to test his body, and his heart was as dead as ashes, and he looked at the two coldly.

Actually, the two of them with thick braids have long recognized Huang Qi- The big black bird, but everything in front of them is terrifying, a super large range of round deep pits, all the big and small fierce monsters have completely disappeared, not even the smell of blood is left, the huge world, only the two of them and the big black bird not far away, it really makes the two of them very hairy, very doubtful, is there an extraordinary and terrifying monster, swallowed all the living life, so full that even the two of them can't eat, and then, into the body of the big black bird to hide.

After all, in the vast and wild Wuthering Plains, they had seen too many monsters with strange and powerful abilities, and nothing was impossible. Of course, the possibility that this strange monster may have burrowed into their bodies was naturally ignored by them.

"Hey, silly wood, are you saying this is really the big black bird boy?" said the thick braid with a frown.