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A qiē seems to be still in sight, even including a qiē that was not originally in sight......

The red-robed human body rushing forward, the sword and dagger drawn out a green light, the pain in the left hand, the air that erupted around the body, the burning fire—all fell silent in the darkness, turning into an eerie silence. (To read the latest chapters of this book, please visit the biquge.info of Wèn Aishang Novel Network)

Silence is darkness. Even if that silver light was in front of him, above his head, and flowing around his body, he still couldn't dispel a single star.

And the opposite of the silver light is red.

It was as if in the blink of an eye, every qiē was covered and wrapped in red, leaping like flames, light and bright in the shape of petals, blood-like viscous, heavy like magma, deep, shallow...... The red color outlines a myriad of images, like a single shadow that has been filtered out of all colors.

The red color extends outwards to form a human figure.

Children, youths, maidens, women, men, old men, humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, even evil beasts, demons, devils, angels, spirit-suckers, name-calling, name-intellting...... Countless images are outlined in different shades from the red, and they move in the space around them, forming a lively scene.

The red color extends outwards and forms the building.

Slender and delicate Coloran architecture, sharp and towering Gert architecture, thick and ancient Romance architecture, more ancient and styleless buildings, fields, caves, castles, fortresses, ramparts, temples, heavenly kingdoms, and even mechanical high-rises. Narrow, magnanimous, quaint, towering, old, collapsed, composed of streets, cities, no walls, no ends, infinitely extensive.

A qiē just does not cease to arise, develop, and cover until the end of the line of sight ahead.

When looking up, the line of sight is not blocked in the slightest, and you can see that those human figures, buildings, are constantly generated, outlined and drawn in red, and become three-dimensional images, and in the more front, there is a storage zài that is darker than black, and a chaotic existence zài.

However, a qiē is constantly collapsing, ruining, dying out, at the end of the line of sight behind him.

When I look back, my vision is not blocked in the slightest, I can see those human figures, buildings, constantly disintegrating, the human body, the scenery, turning into red and black lines, shattering, dying, completely unaffected by the distance, the figures with their mouths wide open, crying and crying, they are waving their limbs, climbing and rushing...... However, to no avail, they could only disappear in the end, turning into shattered dust, and finally being swallowed into the incomparable darkness of the void, the existence of zài, which is darker than black, in the midst of chaos.

Every qiē is silent and silent, but the changes of light and shadow, the pace of action, the communication of crowds, and the collapse of the world are all as good as this.

The sound just reverberates in isolation.

"Find it and you'll get a qiē...... What you want, what you need, what you crave......"

It's a mysterious voice, varying in pitch and pitch, something familiar to the narrator, but completely different.

"What do you crave, what power do you crave?"

"Simple, or the right choice......

"Did you find it?"

"Why do you need to get power? power means one qiē, and the rest is ridiculous......"

"To have a qiē is to be greedy. ”

"Find it, and you're about to do it.

"Greedy?"

"Having power is not greed, the so-called greed is an improper estimation of one's own power, it is a luxury, but those who have power always carry more things, and they deserve more. ”

"Even if you use this power to hurt someone, there's no power that doesn't hurt anything. There is no wrong and neither right, positive and negative, surface and inside, right and wrong, but they are all two sides of the same coin. ”

"Found it, you're about to have one. ”

......

It was a familiar whisper, a familiar question and answer...... Edward raised his gaze in understanding, and froze at the silver light.

It's different there than here.

There's a throne there. Lonely hovering at the top of a qiē. The throne has a red robe, sitting arrogantly, and among the red robes, there is a cunzài, overlooking the lonely height, this qiē happens.

Is that part of this world? Or, but not like it, because in this strange world of black, red, and silver, only his existence is normal, complete and colorful.

The throne is also black, but it is not the same as the endless deep darkness, it is flickering, it is smooth, like marble, reflecting a slight stray light, transparent, bright.

The robe is also red, but it is not the same as the monotony that outlines the mirror, it is light and dark, it is soft, like the finest velvet, full of folded light and shadow, warm, fine velvet.

And the robe is wrapped in the shape of a human body.

No, just bones.

White, dry and smooth, delicate skeletons protruded from the sleeves of the robes and rested on the armrests of the throne, white, dry and smooth skeletons, in the shadow of the hood. And a glimmer of luster lit up from the hollow eye sockets, swaying, flickering, from blue to orange, constantly changing, subtle, but profound, adding a strange, rhythmic vitality to him.

Or can you call it an emoticon?

"You're here. Welcome to your arrival, welcome to your return. A voice echoed. It was loud and jerky unlike any other sound, with an eerie, antiquity-like component.

"Who are you?"

So the noise of one qiē also came to an abrupt end, and because of this, another voice also sounded.

"Who are you? a lich? What do you want to do? No, what is this place? Time has come to a standstill? Is this the reaction between artifacts? This is my voice? Let me go damn it, stop......"

A series of inquiries, no tone, no flatness, no pause. Direct, unhindered, continuous, without the slightest gap should not be so direct, but now it is in the non-stop back

Ringing,

That's not ordinary words, but thinking.

And so, the voice stopped—for a psychic who realized that the problem existed, closing off his mind fluctuations was a fundamental thing.

"Very good...... Pretty good, very good. It was better than I could have imagined. ”

The skeleton opened its jaws slightly, and his voice was smooth and kind, like a human, except that he seemed to be able to hear the soft click of friction: "Who am I? am I a lich? am I the one who directs this qiē to happen? what do I want? the reason for the qiē and the desire for you to leave." Presumably, you have many, many questions right now. He spoke slowly, shaking his head: "But it doesn't matter, those don't matter, the important thing is that you haven't figured out what to ask......"

"The key is, who you are. He said.

"I'm Edward Vincent. ”

"That's just one of your identities, you're this person, but this person isn't you, it's not the whole you, it's not what your soul looks like, it's just a codename, it's an appearance, isn't it?"

“......”

"Silence and denial are worthless, you know what I'm talking about, you know who I am, yes, you know, you just haven't quite remembered it yet. The skeleton shook the golden flame in his eyes slightly, as if to represent a kind of emotion - inclined to be happy, he changed the original posture of sitting, and supported the slight side of his head with a skeletal palm: "But this is not surprising, after all, the memory is not deeply related to you, and it is difficult to recall anything." But don't worry, we have a lot of time, almost infinite time. ”

“......”

"Okay, as you wish, come and talk about me. I am a human being, or rather, I used to be a human being, a businessman, but also a half-blood, among my ancestors, there was a stupid woman who was yin, so my blood, with some cursed ingredients, at the same time, I also possessed, and eventually awakened far beyond ordinary people. So I became a spellcaster, a warlock. The skeleton made a crisp grinding sound and continued, "...... I have studied for a long time, and I have used the power in my blood to the fullest...... In the end, I have the power, I have the title, I am the king of the warlocks......"

The narrative was long, but it was short, and it seemed like it was just a blink of an eye, and a story of ups and downs had come to an end, and when the voice fell, Edward frowned, and found himself as if he had indulged in it, but seemed to have gained nothing—it was a grand story, but what was the 'I' in that story? It was too old and old to be plausible to coincide with any of the words he remembered. "A legendary experience, however, it ...... for me"

"Meaningless? No, it's important, it's memory important, because that's your story, it's going to be your experience. Suddenly the lich laughed loudly, and the red scenery around him shook like a wave of water, and all the figures were at this moment

Raise your head, look up at his cunzài, kneel down, and worship. "Yes, you are me, and as such, you will carry on this memory. The memories of the Arcanists, the memories of the twelve Great Spellcasters, the memories of the last remaining primeval lich, my memory. And eventually, it will become your memory. ”

"Inherit your memories?"

"Yes. When you become me, you are you. You will gain power, the power of magic, the power of the law, the power to rule this plane, and even, the power to rule the entire multiverse. The power you've been expecting, the power you deserve. You will be able to save zài forever, beyond death, and when all the qiē is over, and even the multiverse is ruined, you will be able to save zài and recast all the qiē. ”

"I don't want to. ”

"What did you say?" The space shook, and every qiē changed with the straightness of the red robe, like an earthquake, affecting the vibration of the qiē in the space.

"I refuse. Edward's voice was calm and firm. Just looking up at the throne suspended in mid-air, in fact, he should be standing at his feet, but he can clearly construct its shape in his mind—every angle, every detail, in front of him, behind him, left and right, even the slightest cuff, in the shadow of the hood, even in the eye sockets, the hollow inside the jawbone, every turn is clear, as if he is holding it in his hand.

But that's false.

It's a lie.

It's deception.

"You're not him, and you're not anything...... You are who you are. In this world, only you are you. ”

A voice says so, without sound waves, out of tune, but it bursts out from the deepest part of the mind, reverberates, and finally brightens. "Yes, I'm not you, or him or whatever...... I am who I am, I can't be anyone, I can't be anything else, I shouldn't be, I can't be anything. My memory, my heart, every minute and every second of my life, is mine, and I will not give it. It doesn't matter who it is, what it is. ”

Edward continued, his voice calm, unwavering.

Are you deceiving me with a false lie, trying to deprive me of a qiē, to gain something like a lie, and to lose that kind of gain will only be lost, and the loss of this being, which is called 'me', becomes an insignificant piece in the flood of memory, there is no immortality, there is no immortality, the plane will die, the matter will die, and even this multiverse will not exist forever, and the pursuit of eternity will be? From the beginning, it was the biggest lie. Because that's the same as death. Edward sneered, but what he said did not seem to be the product of his thoughts, but only a natural declaration.

There is nothing that cannot die, even if it is death itself.

“...... Do you know what you're doing? Are you traumatized? Are you crazy?"

"I'm well aware. ”

"No, you don't know, it's not possible, you can't refuse, and you shouldn't...... You are me, you can't refuse, and you shouldn't...... It can't be unless, you're not...... Aren't you?" the voice sharpened, simply repeated

And with this sound, the space is shaking, and all the shadows are disintegrating, turning into countless dust, extending from the periphery and inward. Only the silver brilliance became brighter and more transparent, and finally scorching.

The darkness fell.

......

Pain.

The electric current rushes wildly in the mind, regurgitating from every nerve, condensing at the outer end of the bone, condensing in the skin, condensing into a fiery stimulus, for pain.

The qi ē in the eyes is flowing, turning into a scene different from the memory, occupying the red of the subject, constantly dying and retreating, so that the world is returning, returning to the fog, the black mud, the flames, the cries and screams, the pain and the cold world—the real world.

But it's not the same as it was.

Red was moving away, as the man wrapped in it was falling backwards with a terrible move, no, flying out, and the wolf bèi slammed into the ground.

But the pain was still genuine, and Edward's eyes rolled, noticing the sharp blade lying under his neck, and the cold touch came from his neck.

Then there was the voice, which filled the ears, a voice that was originally familiar, but which seemed to be extremely unfamiliar—for it was a familiar voice, a clear, beautiful voice—that was shouting, roaring, or rather, bordering on a roar, in an unfamiliar pitch......

“...... Now, let him go...... Otherwise, I'll kill your companion."

"How can a holy warrior threaten others with human lives?" The sneering voice came from the back of her head, calm, but the woman's tip trembled with imperceptible suppression, obviously not as indifferent as in her words. "If I don't let go, will you really dare to do it? Besides, do you think that if you do it, he will have a chance to live?"

"Let go of him, let go of my companions, or I will really kill him, I swear in the name of the god of the dawn I will definitely do that"

It was Elena's voice.

Edward narrowed his eyes slightly, noticing that the paladin was already standing not far away, or seizing the moment when the red-robed man fell to the ground, she had already stepped on the red-robed back with one foot, and the long sword in her hand was pointing downward, pointing straight at the choked voice in the hood.

However, this threat did not work.

It's not just that the Paladin's laws - although the blade of the sword in his hand has also been held against the hostage's neck, there is a decisive gap between the two sides.

A few steps away, the necromancer's appearance was extremely miserable, his costume had dissipated in half, and the shriveled body was covered with horrible wounds, and his bloodless skin was already charred black, but it was turned outward, like a mouth that opened out of hunger. Pale internal tissue, also inlaid with a large number of metal fragments.

But he's alive.

The fragmentation grenade that exploded at close range, although it was not powerful enough due to the charge, was enough to tear the body of an ordinary person, but the caster of this undead seemed to have transformed himself, so he was still able to dance his hands and gather a dangerous enough amplitude of magical power

"You won't do it, stupid fellow, you can't afford that. ”

"You can give it a try"

"Okay, I'll count to three, and we'll lay down our arms together. One ......"

That's a signal...... The necromancer's spell is nearing its end......

It has to be fast.

Ka

The slight grinding sound made the Mind Samurai's weapon pause slightly, and before she could react, the necromancer had already let out a terrible howl, messy energy, and exploded around her

But the silver halo didn't just burst out of the psychic warlock's body.

The transposition of the Mind Samurai, they are erratic mind killers, who devote all their mental power to the knowledge of space and displacement, and can reach any place at will, and shuttle freely through danger like a storm.

Therefore, the blade held in the steel glove disappeared into space in the next moment, and when it reappeared, it was already in the air, an angle that people could not defend again, and drew a silver arc strangely, and fell in the air.

The sword fell, and blood splattered.

Edward's eyes suddenly tightened. To be continued.

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