Facing the [Mountain Hermit] on the ground, it feels completely different from the pixel projection of the simulator.

It is more than two meters tall and looks like a mummy wrapped in strips of cloth, but it is not the proud posture of opening its arms to greet the worship of the [Soul Viewing Platform] before.

The [Hermit] sat quietly on a stone, playing a bow harp, and in his third hand he held a stone wine glass, his arm drooping, as if he was raising a glass to Lu Yao, a visitor.

It also has a ring behind it.

Only then did Lu Yao see clearly that the hermit's ring was a kind of exoskeleton that grew from its back, perhaps similar to horns and nails. This bone forms a wide-edged ring that looks like the divine light behind the immortal Buddha.

The face of the stone statue is also wrapped in bandages, and the outline of the nose, eyes, mouth, and ears can be vaguely seen, similar to that of a human.

Its arms are long and thin, with broad palms and five long, powerful fingers that are large enough to wrap its own head in a single hand.

Lu Yao touched the hermit's forearm.

It is rough and cold to the touch, no different from ordinary stones, and there is really no sign that it has the power to destroy the world.

Lu Yao looked at the scarab beetle in Pharaoh's body: "You say, Anubis's godhead comes from it?" ”

The Scarab replied, "Yes, Lord Yaoshen. Lord Hermit is a very special and ancient being, who has endowed Lord Anubis with divine power and wisdom. In the eyes of Lord Anubis, Lord [Hermit] is like a father. ”

"But Lord Anubis has also said that the Hermit is not a god, but a hypocrite, a man rather than a man."

Not a Godhead holder?

Lu Yao asked it, "Is it the Spirit Clan?" ”

"I don't know. The Hermit has existed for so long that all I know are the words of Lord Anubis. ”

The scarab beetle thought about it again, and the worm's whiskers moved: "The most well-known of the Spirit Clan are the dragons and giants...... Maybe the hermits are one of those minorities. ”

Lu Yao stared at the three-armed man playing the harp in front of him, and turned on his [Yesterday's Reappearance] ability.

……

In a trance, he suddenly found himself inside the stone statue.

The Hermit played the harp, and the gentle sound of the harp was in his ears.

Lu Yao gained the perspective of a hermit.

But this is only a possession, which can only be seen and perceived, but cannot be controlled.

At the time of the hermit's absence, the city of Dogs was not covered with yellow sand, the soil was covered with lush flowers and plants, and all kinds of birds jumped and circled on the towering trees.

All around is a scene of great life.

The Hermit looked at a small black jackal at his feet and said in a relaxed tone, "Anubis, I have been targeted by them, and it won't be long before they find ...... So let me tell you something. ”

He raised his third hand and tapped the jackal on the forehead with his index finger.

A hint of confusion flashed in the jackal's eyes, and then, as if he understood something again, his eyes became much more alert.

"Death is not a pause sometimes, some people live for the completion of the moment of death."

"You don't have to know that, just remember it. If you can't understand it all the time, it's not necessarily a bad thing, it means that you will have a lot less trouble. ”

The Hermit muttered to himself.

"Want this?"

His third hand gripped the air as if by magic, and his index finger and thumb pinched a sparkling transparent gem.

Lu Yao could see clearly that he was a godhead.

The jackal was suddenly energetic and expectant, rubbing around the hermit's bandaged legs, trying to get feeding.

"It's fake, it's just a trick."

The Godhead in the hands of the [Hermit] disappeared without a trace.

The jackal's ears suddenly drooped, and he was a little listless.

"Be patient."

"Patience is a virtue," he said, "which is why companionship is so expensive and luxurious...... There is probably nothing eternal in this world, everything will disappear, the stars in the sky will fall, and the rivers on earth will dry up. ”

The jackal licked his third hand.

"It's okay, I'm not sad."

The Hermit whispered, "I have a dragon. Do you know? Dragons cannot be raised, and this is a heavily regulated species that is very dangerous in its own right. ”

"I secretly raised dragons for many years, and one day, I was caught by them, and they banished me for many years."

Lu Yao immediately thought of hell, and another name for the demons was [Vault Dweller].

It seems that the [Hermit] is most likely a spirit race. Dare to raise a dragon like a pet, which shows that he ranks very high in the spirit clan.

"What saddens me the most is not the banishment, but the fact that I was punished because of my dragon, which deliberately attracted other people. It hates me. ”

"It's been with me for many years, and by the rules of this world, it's about five epochs. From the initial wariness and hostility, to the slow disregard, and then to the later dialogue and recognition......"

"It's a pity that even these are fake."

The sound of the hermit's piano is a little faster.

"The dragon has been waiting, waiting until the most critical moment, to give me the fatal blow that hurts me the most...... I captured it on the battlefield, and it has been holding back its strength for revenge, and even if it is strangled and thrown into a cage, it will make me pay. ”

"I should have known all about it. But there is still a fluke in my heart, what if, what if it's more special, what if I'm lucky, what if we're all willing to make some concessions and attempts? ”

"Unfortunately, luck didn't befall me."

He looked at the jackal at his feet: "After being banished, I left my hometown, and then fell all the way into this world, anyway, it doesn't matter if I am missing." ”

"I'm tired of building and expanding endlessly, with a lot of frenzy and ambition that can't stop. Maybe it's because I'm born with a cripple, and the lack of a hand makes me always tired and give up, and sometimes I always think, forget it, just just live casually. ”

"And then I ...... Are you tired? Then go to sleep. ”

The screen cuts off.

……

[Hermit] opened his eyes again, and Lu Yao found that the scene around him had changed abruptly.

He's in a city.

There are huge buildings in the city, all of which are made of square stone bricks of equal size, and they are perfectly connected.

If you look closely, you can see that these buildings are an imitation or a tribute to nature.

The most abundant are columns and towers shaped like trees, and then there are buildings that resemble all kinds of flowers and plants, or curled, or forked, or sinuous spirals, or have flower buds on top...... There are also some animal-like structures during the creeping period.

It's like a live-action pixel grid world, but retains the geometric aesthetic of a pyramid-like boulder.

In this empty city of stones, the [Hermit] strolls with the black jackal.

"What do you think of that?"

The Hermit said proudly, "I have given every dead life a new lease of life, and if anyone finds them, they should be able to preserve them, and that's what I'm best at." ”

Lu Yao's gaze swept over the stone buildings around him—these things were all wonders.

The Hermit is as if he has reproduced everything he has experienced in the past, and this ability to reproduce yesterday is truly incredible.

And he thinks that he is only good at building spectacles.

"Not good."

The [Hermit] suddenly whispered, and with a touch of his palm, the jackal disappeared under his feet.

At the same time, dense black whirlpools appeared in the air, and black human figures sank out of those whirlpools.

Lu Yao recognized it at a glance.

It's the spirit of the soldiers.

It's all over the place.

Lu Yao's eyes swept over and found that most of them were elite first-class soldiers, as well as a large number of non-commissioned officers and lieutenants.

The leader was a bald giant with four eyes on his face, and he was accompanied by four school-level soldiers.

Thousands of soldiers have come for the Hermits.

The two sides didn't have any conversation and just started fighting.

The Hermit raised his hand, and the wonders of the ground all formed a special resonance with him. Streams of light crisscrossed the wonders of the ground, forming geometric circuits like circuit board wires, which eventually converged on the Hermit.

Three-dimensional power grids rose from the ground, binding and blocking the soldiers and spirits falling from the sky one by one, and the vanguard of hundreds of soldiers and spirits suddenly fell into the quagmire of force pulling, unable to continue to approach the core target.

At this time, the sky lit up with shining black dojis.

The psionic bombardment began.

In the sky, a huge wheel of light appeared behind the four-eyed giant, and circles of red light oozed from the rotation of the wheel of light, dyeing the entire sky with blood.

This memory ends in a violent flash.

……

When Lu Yao regained his sight again, he found himself sitting on a large rock, or the [Hermit] with black smoke emitting from his body.

He played the harp in his hand again, only this time it was a little out of tune and sluggish.

Gravel and sand littered the ground, and the ingenious stone buildings were in ruins. There were many large craters on the edge of the ring, and the whole earth seemed to have been scorched by fire, and there were charred black slags and melted stones everywhere.

The land is stripped away, and the edge is endless darkness.

The air was littered with irregular tear-like crevices, and from time to time there were flashes of red and white.

The jackal arched the [Hermit's] bandaged leg with its head and let out a wolf howl of unease.

"It's okay, it's okay."

The Hermit said wearily, "I cut this place out and sent it into the Void Turbulence, and they can't find it." But I'm so tired, I have to deal with them while completing the transformation and separation...... That's the price you have to pay to be alone. ”

He touched the jackal's head: "Many years ago, I discovered a secret. When people come together, the more powerful they are, and the more incredible things they can do. ”

But at this point, we have become no longer ourselves, we just think we want to do that...... In fact, they are just driven by some subtle instinct, to build, to move, to fight, to cooperate with each other. ”

"Only by leaving the group can we return to the state of 'me', which is the truest appearance of each of us, and we can know what we really want."

"If you live in isolation, you will be sharp, go with the flow, and you can't help yourself."

The Hermit plucked the strings in his hand and whispered, "Many people know this, but everyone will still survive in our way, because this is the safest and most powerful. It won't be like I am now, embarrassed and struggling to survive. ”

"But I don't regret my choice."

"I'm tired of being quietly controlled by instinct, disgusted with wars and endless confrontations, disgusted with everything taken for granted. I just wanted to hide in a hole where no one would come and be alone. ”

He smiled, "But it's actually a luxury, and it's not that good, otherwise I wouldn't have managed to keep you with me." Many years later, you may be grateful to me, or you may hate me for breaking your simple life...... Whether it's good or bad, no one can tell. ”

"[Words of Destruction]...... Hopefully you won't need it. ”

"May you have a wonderful life course without regrets, then goodbye, Anubis, my friend."

The Hermit raised his glass with his third hand.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

His body seemed to be enveloped by some kind of force, and it quickly petrified and solidified, frozen into its final form.

In the glass, several godheads sparkled.

(End of chapter)