Bluebird is staking his life to force me to live, and I can't turn a blind eye to it.

What she is showing is no longer normal behavior, nor is it normal feelings, but a radical, heavy, morbid love.

She wasn't meant to be like this. At first, she undoubtedly had a normal love relationship with me, but as time went on, her love for me seemed to be gradually distorted, like a dry sponge slowly absorbing cold water under the eaves of a rainy day, and the color gradually darkened, and became damp and heavy. She encouraged me to violate and accept the bite of blood, coerced and lured me to resurrect "it", and even got involved in life transfer technology, all of which stemmed from her distortion.

I don't know where I am. The one who really twisted it wasn't her, it was me. It was my presence that forced her to twist her mind. Just as a seriously ill patient gradually dragged down his family, I was so sick in my relationship with her that I was forced to contract a heart disease with her.

Once, I swore to my heart that I must be honest with the blue bird. Try not to hide anything from her, let alone lie to her. And in a small town on the outskirts of Shanshen City, I lied to her in order to conceal the missionary's life-transfer technique, which was undoubtedly a break of the vows.

I thought it would be my first and last time to break my vows, but today, I broke the vows I set again. I pay lip service to resurrect "it" with my own hands, but in fact I have no intention of doing so at all, and this is just a lie to prevent the bluebird from transferring its useful life technology.

Since the purpose is to prolong the rest of my life, compared to using that half-finished life transfer technology, it is naturally ten times stronger to resurrect "it", and I guess the blue bird will give up the former for the time being.

The only problem with the latter plan is that although we say the word "it" very lightly, the method of resurrection is in the hands of Hakukoma, and to resurrect "it" means that I must kill Hakukoma with my own hands and get its memories, which is a very difficult challenge. It's just that I'm going to have to find a way to stop the white horse in front of me anyway, and even the blue bird can't convince me not to act. Rather, she also knew very well how important it was to stop the white horse, and it was even more impossible to take the initiative to dissuade me, an important combat force, from staying away from the battlefield. So she can only think about the future on the premise that I will survive.

It's just that as if I know the bluebird well, the bluebird knows me too. How effective is the lie I told her?

"So, how are you going to arrange her after resurrecting the Kraken?" As if to test whether I was really thinking about the future, she asked, "For example, how are you going to fix her eating problem?" ”

"Just use my heart." I say.

"Heart?" She was stunned.

"I'm not going to let 'it' eat anyone else, whoever it is. From now on, I'll just let 'it' eat me." "I racked my brains to weave my lies.

It's not actually quite lying, either. Although I consciously controlled myself not to think in that direction, there were a few times when I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if I really resurrected it with my own hands.

First of all, "it" will only eat fresh life that I have just killed. And if "it" is allowed to eat the living animal on its own, "it" will definitely start to eat the deadly part of the prey. It's just that because they can't eat too much flesh, some warlocks with very tenacious vitality may not even have time to be eaten to death by the time "it" is full, which has been said before. In the past, I didn't know the fundamental motive of "it" to do that, but now based on Hakuko's explanation, it should be that "it" is at work as an instinct for otherworldly ghosts to spread death.

In other words, as long as I actively dig open my chest, "it" will eat my internal organs, especially my heart. And because I have the ability to regenerate at a high speed, I don't really die, and the heart is an organ that can be regenerated as much as it wants, and "it" can be fed every day even if you don't leave the house.

And since my current super-speed regeneration ability comes from the Siren's Blade, it will not consume "it" and become a tear down the east wall to make up the west wall. Although it seems that "it" is not consumed now, it is just that it is thought to have it under the influence of the flesh. In short, this approach generally works.

As for the pain that comes from this cycle, I don't care about it until now. I'm used to physical pain. Not only have I been injured since joining the Security Bureau, but I've also endured injuries that I can't imagine to normal people many times in my five years as a demon.

Bluebird obviously didn't think it was insignificant, but on the other hand, I could convince her that this trivial pain was my punishment and made my lies even more true.

This level of punishment is still too light, I think.

Did Bluebird seem to believe it for now, or was she still skeptical, and just thought it would be a gain for me to say yes at least verbally?

"It's not just about eating, you'll need to meet the Kraken's needs in the future, so she can't spread 'pollution' to ......the outside world," she said, becoming more and more silent.

After a while, she suddenly asked tentatively, "In Ling's eyes, which side is more important, me or the Kraken?" ”

"Or, if between me and the Kraken, you can only choose one......" she hesitated, but finally asked, "...... Who do you want to choose? ”

The question "I ......" caught me off guard.

At the same time, I am also deeply aware that this is indeed a problem that I absolutely cannot escape. In the past, I had just been acquitted, and it was obvious that "it" was more important, so no matter how much the blue bird persuaded me to give up, I would insist on chasing "its"'s severed hand.

And what about me now? I knew I shouldn't be in a position of ambiguity on such an important issue.

I was about to answer on the spot, but the blue bird couldn't help but stop me, "Wait...... Sure enough, forget it, it's okay if you don't answer immediately. I'm not trying to force you to answer on the spot, I want your answer after careful consideration. ”

Hearing this, I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut. At the same time, a question arose in my mind.

Although it seems paradoxical to say this on the premise of giving up the resurrection of "it", I still love "it" deeply. It's just that what exactly do I love about "it"?

I know exactly what I love about Bluebird, but for "it", I peek into a realm that I have never penetrated before. Yes, I love the "human-inhuman" part of "it", but if I go deeper, why do I love the "human-like" part of "it"?

After so many years of working with "it", I have never been able to understand "it". Obviously, I am here to speak of pale and empty love, but I am only intoxicated by the charm of saying something that seems to be inhuman. If it's just a lack of expressiveness, I actually find it difficult to describe the deeper aspects of this feeling. Even I myself have given up on understanding "it".

Suddenly, I had a sudden, unprecedented, and impossible to ignore thought.

I say I love "it" and refuse to understand "it", so what do I really want to love, is it "it" or myself?

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Having decided not to resurrect "it", I still have a crucial problem that must be solved, and that is how to ensure that the sirens can live after I die. I already have a solution to this problem last time I mentioned it, so let's talk about it now.

That is to turn me into a Stage 2 immortal before I die.

In this way, I will be in a state where I cannot die and cannot live, and I will suffer untold pain in the darkness of losing all consciousness.

The siren and my life are bound, and in the event that I cannot die, she will not die, or even be unable to die. Even if it doesn't, given the heterogeneous relationship between me and her, there is a good chance that "pollution" will infect her.

Since I didn't really die, she could still continue to manipulate the power of the true spirit through me. As promised, I would be her weapon.

She is free to move around the outside world, and when she feels that she has lived enough, she does not need to worry that she will not be able to die due to the presence of "pollution". The power of the true spirit can kill the stage two immortals, and when she wants it to end, she will kill me with her backhand.

She had taught me how to hide my thoughts under her gaze, so she probably didn't notice it when I was thinking about it. At the same time, she wouldn't have snooped on my memories if it wasn't necessary. I also tested her a little during this time, and she really didn't know it.

In order to continue to hide my plans, it is not convenient for me to transform myself into an immortal right now, and if I want to do it, I will have to save it until the last moment.

I've carefully studied this method, and there should be no mistakes in the practice itself. If there is any problem, it is that even though I came up with it myself, even I was scared.

I was horrified from the bottom of my heart by the despair and pain of becoming immortal, and even I couldn't help but wonder if I had gone too far.

Hakukoma thinks that I have the eyes of a demon warlock, and Dawn said that I am like a person who is bent on death, so let's assume that I have the heart to pursue self-destruction like a demon warlock.

And becoming an immortal is something that even a true demon warlock would be taboo about.

The so-called destruction is to destroy the whole thing, to defile the beautiful thing, and to change from hope to despair. The end of the undead is eternal static despair, and even half-blood demons like Bite Blood will be feared from the bottom of their hearts. At the beginning, he was also a demon warlock who pursued the destruction of his surroundings and himself, and once he became an immortal, he immediately became dead, and this is the reason.

But on the other hand, wouldn't that be the right thing for me? Hakukoma once pointed out to me that I always wanted to die, thinking that it was my punishment, because I wanted to escape from all the pain through my own death, and I was trying to escape the "real punishment".

I can't deny his words. Compared to so many people I've killed in the past, simply dying is not enough to be called a "real punishment", and I can't justify sending me to hell. Besides, punishment should not be something you want on your own initiative, but something you want to resist from the bottom of your heart. If I'm so scared, doesn't that mean it's something I have to bear?

There is also the question of whether the sirens themselves will accept it.

I have no doubt about her heart for me, and if I exchange positions with her and feel that I can't accept that she has to bear such a great price for me, then she will definitely not be able to accept my approach. Maybe after I become immortal, she will not live a free life outside as I would like in the real world, but will end my life and her own life on the spot.

What can I do to convince her to live?

Also, I'll need to find the bite later, so that she can teleport "its" severed hand beyond the Earth's gravitational circle and orbit - although I was thinking about it, the latter thing still hit a wall.

As I left the bluebird's house, she suddenly grabbed me.

"Give me the key. It's the space storage prop that contains the Kraken's severed hand. She said seriously.

"Why?" I had a bad feeling and added, "This key is bound to my spiritual fluctuations, and you won't be able to use it if you get it." ”

"A super-main warlock who is good at spatial transfer can teleport the Kraken's severed hand to outer space, although you promised me that I would resurrect the Kraken, but in order to prevent you from entrusting the Biting Blood to do that, I still have to do some insurance measures." She was still suspicious of my words.

"If the key is with you, someone who covets the severed hand may attack you." I tried to find a reason to refuse.

"They don't know where the severed hand is, and if they attack me, they will attack whether the key is with me or not." She retorted logically and clearly.

I can't find a reason to refuse. If she continues to refuse, she will be convinced that I really want to deal with the severed hand with the power of the bite.

Therefore, I had no choice but to hand over the keys.

I then returned to my mission to eradicate the remnants of the night before, and continued to investigate the whereabouts of White Pony and Dawn.

Two weeks later, a letter signed "Bite Blood" entered my email.

This is the first time I've ever had information about her since the Battle of Dawn's Dream Realm.

I've lost the reason to bite the blood because of the Blue Bird's intervention, and I just need to concentrate on how to kill it. I admit that I am still a little soft-hearted about biting blood, and perhaps because of the bluebird's idea of making it my own blade, I sometimes can't help but imagine the bluebird standing majestically on the front line, and the bloodbite that stands next to me after I die.

Is it because I have reflected myself on the body that bites the blood, so I can't help but fantasize about that scene?

But that's just a fantasy after all. The thought of the countless deaths and tragedies she had caused by her own hands strengthened my determination to kill her.

I looked at the letter from the biting blood.

Just one look at it and I was in shock.

Her first sentence at the beginning of the letter goes something like this:

"If you received this letter, I'm probably dead."

(End of chapter)