The extreme pain made Fisher subconsciously want to escape, to escape to a place where pain could not catch up, to escape to a place of absolute safety.

In this way, his consciousness subconsciously fled in an unknown direction, until he threw everything around him behind, turned everything he had experienced into a dream, and threw himself into the confusion of not being able to see the direction clearly.

In this escape, it seemed that he had never received such a thing as a manual for Yaren Niang, and he had never left Saint Nari at all.

So, before Godlin IX was about to die, he should have been unable to hold back his youth that he had failed many years ago, and took the initiative to write to Elizabeth Godlin, and as it was written in the letter that had not been sent before, they met again, and put everything in the past on the table.

As a result, Dexter became emperor as a matter of course, and he fulfilled Elizabeth's promise to hand over the military power, so that Fisher and Elizabeth could find an auspicious day to marry.

If that were the case, they should probably be happy by now.

Of course, there are still troubles, and as long as it is life, there will definitely be troubles.

Fisher Benavides was busy with his dissertation and the affairs of the Royal Academy, because after Dexter's succession, the griffon's nest was left to him, the first colt of the Empire.

Elizabeth Godling, also at odds with her brother for her many political disagreements, despised his brother's hesitation and stupidity on many issues, and his brother thought that it was time for her to have a child with Fisher, instead of interfering with what he was doing every day, for which they should have quarreled many times, and this anger was often brought home by Elizabeth, who comforted her personally.

The years should be spent like this, the ordinary years are passed day by day, Elizabeth still loves Fisher as she did when she was eighteen, and Fisher has always lived alone in her heart, but for some reason, Fisher always feels as if something is missing in his heart.

Maybe it was when he asked why Elizabeth's eyes were always so blank but she smiled and prevaricated, maybe when he returned to the house on the second floor of Ms. Martha's house, he always thought that there should be a faint fragrance here, but he ran all over the perfume shop of St. Nari and couldn't find the same smell, or maybe it was the newly opened St. Nari University, where he always felt familiar, but after going there, he only met Mirika who reported to the school that her roommate had suddenly disappeared for no apparent reason

This feeling made Fisher feel more and more insecure, and he subconsciously wanted to find a safe place, so he instinctively ran back to the place where he grew up, the church school, where he wanted to pray to Teresa.

It's the same place as before, except that everything has become very deserted without Teresa, and even Fisher has come here only the old and hunched priest to clean up.

The priest didn't seem to see him, and Fisher didn't say anything, just sat under the statue of the Mother Goddess and watched quietly as the priest turned on the radio and cleaned up the church.

On the radio, news from all over the world is played.

A mysterious scene appeared in the city of Philoon in the Southern Continent, which frightened the city lords within a radius of a hundred miles and hurriedly dragged their families back to the Western Continent; What the original pioneer Black mysteriously disappeared and his whereabouts are unknown; What is the appearance of mysterious giant creatures near the sea; What the Turan family of the Saima Snow Mountain in the north suddenly wiped out overnight.

But Fisher didn't care about it, he might feel familiar, but he didn't think it had anything to do with him, like a gossip newspaper anecdote from abroad, not as curious as Schwally's latest research on burst magic.

He didn't want to think about anything now, he just wanted to hide here like he was now, because it was the only place where he felt safe, as carefree as he had been hiding in Teresa's arms as a child.

It wasn't until he didn't know what he was doing that the old priest stopped what he was doing, turned off the radio, and handed a Virgen cigarette in his arms to Fisher, who had his head bowed.

Fisher was slightly stunned, looked up at the cigarette handed by the old priest, and after a moment of hesitation, he still reached out to take it and said "thank you".

"Hiss"

The clay of matches rang out quietly, igniting the cigarettes in the mouths of both Fisher and the old priest, burying their thoughts in a cloud of smoke.

At the smell of tobacco, Fisher's consciousness seemed to wake up a little, and the pain that spread into the depths of his soul, and the fear of watching his body turn into mud little by little, made him still have palpitations in his heart.

He had experienced these pains countless times before, he was fine when he fought against Philon in the Southern Continent, his vitality was once sucked out like a candle in the wind when he confronted Black, and when he fought to the death with Erwinde, he was chased by death and dying.

He had never flinched from all that had happened then, and now, when the chaos had bloomed completely within him, making him so painful that he wanted to die immediately, he was truly afraid.

He is a living person, and since he is a living person, he will inevitably have some concerns in his heart, and he will also be afraid, and he will hide his consciousness here because he does not want to go through the pain just now.

There was even a moment when he thought that it would be better to finish the manual without getting the sub-mother like this and then be with Elizabeth as he had just done.

He smoked a cigarette for the first time in a long time, stared at the flame burning at the end of the cigarette, and couldn't help asking,

"I wonder if if I had never left Saint-Nari, would it be less painful?"

The priest coughed, didn't look at him, but said,

"Actually, you don't have to take them that seriously, even if you have a physical relationship, it's not impossible to leave them behind."

Fisher smiled bitterly and said,

"Isn't that too unconscionable?"

"Didn't you think about that term when you started a new relationship with the previous one and another woman?"

Fisher took a puff of his cigarette, thought for a moment, and then said firmly,

"It's all because the Asian mother finished the manual."

"You kid"

The priest smiled, but said nothing else, just said,

"You know, I'm actually very similar to you, or rather, it should feel very similar. It's just that at that time, I chose to leave them behind. Because you should know that once a person can see the memories of a past life, you instantly become 'that person' in every life. Therefore, when I discover that each of my lives has a predestined fate, that pain accumulates over the ages, and will crush me and make me feel hopeless."

As soon as the words turned, the priest tilted his head slightly to look at Fisher, revealing the golden head and blue eyes that were so thin under the black robe that they were about to become the Mediterranean,

But on the other hand, if that person in every life is you, then you are not the person in every life. So, in the end, I looked away. My wife and daughter who died in this life, my sister and brother who died in my previous life, my co-resonant companion who died in my previous life, and the homogeneous soul body that died in my previous life, they have nothing to do with me, and I want to leave them all behind."

A lot of strange words that seemed to come from some civilization outside the world spat out of the mouth of the "priest" in front of him, and Fisher thought for a moment, but still couldn't help but smile and ask,

"So, what happened to you at last, Caleb Uzi?"

Caleb Uzi smiled, took a hard puff on his cigarette, spread his hands and said,

"Crazy."

"Crazy?"

"Well, it turned into that puddle of black mud, made Long Tinghu a mess, and then completely returned to the west, but you should know that I had no choice at that time. Leave it behind or not, I'm done with it. Time cannot be turned back, and the regrets of this life are irreparable, not to mention the regrets of the previous life and even the hundred generations. ”

Everything around him began to become transparent, as if beyond the church was the sludge that made Fisher tremble and fear, and it reminded him that he had not escaped the misery here.

At this moment, the churches on all sides began to become precarious, the statue of the Mother Goddess collapsed, and a passage opened from above the ground to the underground, from which came the unspeakable singing, like the lullaby of a mother to sleep her child.

Fisher's body trembled slightly, and he was about to get up and flee to the underground of the church, to the depths of the depths.

But the next moment, through the perimeter of the church that was gradually becoming transparent, he watched as a figure wrapped in red also fell into this piece of black mud, and the black mud became more and more entangled, wanting to swallow everything on her body.

"Rafa. El"

Fisher's attempt to escape froze slightly, and with the help of the terrifying black mud, as if to penetrate his soul, he soon saw Rafael's soul as bright as the sun, and also saw a strange connection with the spirit world.

In Fisher's sight, he saw the brilliance of Rafael's lower abdomen, indicating to Fisher that there was a life being formed there.

Fisher looked in disbelief at Rafael, who was sinking deeper and deeper into the black mud, and at this moment he finally realized where the child that Caleb Uzi had said in the previous completion of the manual had come from

"How's that, it's beautiful, the sea of souls in the spirit world looks like when it locks on the mother's body. It's a pity that when my wife had my daughter, I was still busy with work, and I didn't have the ability to complete the manual with my soul, so I can't see if there will be such fluctuations in her body at that time."

“.”

Fisher looked back at Caleb Uzi, at him so painfully and enviously as he looked at Rafael who was falling in the black mud, perhaps, his present life, all his past lives, his soul that had gone through such a long journey was waiting to return to this moment, to the moment before everything was lost.

Perhaps Caleb Uzi was right, and the time of him and all his past lives was irretrievable.

It's a pity that Fisher didn't have a past life, and he wasn't Caleb Uzi.

He still had a chance to redeem it, and now, he had to go back.

Within the dynasty, Helaire watched as the black mud dragged Rafael into it, and with a single gesture of her hand, countless black mud overturned and enveloped the flames burning in her, but at the same time, the black mud was also pervasively eroding her soul.

"Uh-ho. Ahh

But at this moment, behind Herel, from the black sludge, Fisher, who had been tortured by pain and completely unconscious, began to tremble again.

She was slightly stunned, looking down at Fisher, who was constantly wailing and trying to manipulate the completely viscous body to stand up, she quickly reached out to support him, wanting to stop him and put his consciousness back into the depths,

"Fisher, stop moving, it'll be fine in no time, you."

But the next moment, Fisher gritted his teeth and pressed a hand to Helle's hand, and in her somewhat incredulous gaze, he jerked her away from his side and fell into the mud he had turned into.

"Boom!"

"Uhhhh

Heller's eyes widened, and he was about to wail miserably at the mere act of doing so, his head bowed, and even if he wanted to open his mouth to wail, it was the sound of the whole black ocean.

They simply spoke of their pain and screamed incessantly, trying to use their human habits to drain the pain to the extreme.

But after all, this was a pain from the soul, and no matter how much Fisher wailed, he could not change it, so he could only roar while using his last consciousness to walk towards Rafael's side step by step.

"Larafaho. Ho."

He was completely unaware of his current state, because from the perspective of a human being or a soul, he had turned into a piece of black mud because of the pain, because of this strange shape, it was easy to distinguish where was where, he just used the part that still looked like a human to keep approaching the hot place, trying to scoop up Rafael who had fallen into the black mud.

Hellaire sat in the black mud that had become more and more turbulent by his movements, gritting his teeth and watching him walk step by step towards the place where Femabah's blessing burned,

"Fisher"

But Fisher had no time to care about anything else, and with every step or two, his entire body slipped and melted into the black mud again.

A few seconds later, however, he wailed like a drowning child, and leaped out of the black mud with something resembling a "human", and struggled to walk that way.

He carefully controlled the black mud that devoured Rafael not to devour her soul anymore, and then soon he finally came to that place, he couldn't wait to reach out his "hand" to fish her out, but he forgot that he was this sea of black mud at this moment, so whenever he stretched out his "hand" into it to salvage her, his "hand" would dissolve in it, and he couldn't penetrate it, and even pushed Rafael into it a lot.

He wailed and tried again, but behind him, the cold-faced Helaire had appeared behind him at some point, and she jerked her hand to grab Fisher, who had finally come to Rafael's side.

Maybe she knew that Fisher couldn't even recognize herself and the others at this moment, but he was so obligated to awaken his consciousness and plunge into this misery once again just by feeling Rafael's breath?!

But the next moment, as she clutched Fisher tightly, she soon felt the black mud around her begin to squirm, and along with the part she held in her hand, it suddenly converged towards the center.

Yes, Fisher, who had been tormented to the point of delirium, finally realized that the black mud that had spread was a part of himself, and now he was trying to get all the black mud back into his body.

Hellaire was about to raise his hand to stop it, but from the black mud, in addition to Fisher's wail of pain, he heard another sound,

"You can't die. Rafael"

She suddenly remembered the time 10,000 years ago, when she deliberately lay in that black mud to help him dispel death, perhaps she did not expect him to jump down to save herself without hesitation, and when she came into contact with him through the same sea of chaos, through his hoarse cries, when Herel heard the same thing from his pure soul in his previous life,

"You can't die, Hellere."

Hellaire's dilated pupils suddenly burst into terrifying stars, as if they were about to swallow the world.

But outwardly, after a long time, she raised her hand and lowered it abruptly, and stood quietly in the middle of this black sea, watching it retract painfully towards Fisher.

There's still a change in polishing later.,Don't wait.,It'll be released before tomorrow morning.。

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