Chapter 1,376 Memorial Place

This place called the Holy Spirit Tower is very strange. I don’t know what it is used for yet. It has an astonishing size. Looking down from the small platform at the top of the tower wall, the bottom of the tower is as deep as an abyss. Moreover, our entrance to the tower is a side door located in a corridor near the long hall of the temple. , which obviously does not conform to the architectural structure of the Obsidian Palace, so this tower should be the product of some kind of distorted space. This is not surprising. This distortion of space phenomenon is often seen in the buildings of the Protoss. They are extremely talented and can twist space phenomena and mathematical logic at will, which directly leads to their houses being built in an arbitrary style. In the middle of decorating the restaurant, I suddenly remembered that there should be a library next door, so I dug a hole in the wall and inserted a library larger than Buckingham Palace. I had just finished building the bedroom and suddenly thought that there should be an ecological park in the back room, so Just dig a hole in the back of the closet and stuff it into a frozen continent, and call it the Kingdom of Naya - this is what these arbitrary gods often do when building houses.

Oh, let’s not discuss the issue of the Protoss building a house. I’m just curious about the use of the Holy Spirit Tower. It’s really strange to put a tower taller than the palace into the house. Moreover, there is an exit on the tower. From there When you go out, you will even come to a space with a red moon. The moon is said to be one-third the size of the earth - do you know what this concept is? In other words, in order to install a chandelier in the tower of the house, the Bingtis family created a different world, the sky of the rich, it was so blinding to look up at it. What is such a high-end place used for?

I followed Bingtis's instructions and jumped down from the tower wall. The whistling wind sounded in my ears. The feeling of weightlessness lasted for a long time before I could vaguely see the ground at the bottom of the tower. There is no light source that can be called a "light" in this tower, but as long as you move within the tower, a large area around you will be filled with just the right amount of light. It seems that God has set different optical rules for this place, a very convenient lighting method.

After falling for quite a long distance, I finally reached the bottom of the tower, slowed down, adjusted my center of gravity, my posture was perfect, and I landed on both feet: It was great, this time I finally didn’t get into trouble when landing. I breathed a sigh of relief and started to look around. The hall was filled with light that was neither strong nor weak. So it's easy to see the whole thing here, but the scene here is disappointing: it's just a very empty rotunda, with no attractive and beautiful furnishings at all.

The ground under your feet is made of deep black crystal. There is also a thin layer of transparent crystals on the surface of the black crystal between the two layers of crystals. Silver-white light flows floated. These light flows had fine structures and regularities. They intertwined into a huge rune array and covered the entire hall. The rune array also appeared circular due to the shape of the hall. In the center of the array should be the focus of the "array", which is a silver-white ring. The radius is about two or three meters, and the interior is empty.

Around the hall, there is a circle of obsidian sculptures with no visible faces. These sculptures may be wearing heavy armor. Either wearing robes or hunting attire, both men and women held weapons in their hands and stood solemnly erect. What they have in common is that their faces are partially blurred and completely unlike the statues I saw elsewhere in the temple. There may be hundreds of sculptures in this circle. They stood guard around the hall like silent guards, staring at the silver-white ring in the center of the hall.

I licked my lips. This weird Holy Spirit Tower was obviously not a place for a walk after dinner, but the first thing Bingtis did when he got home was to guide me to this place, which was a bit confusing. However, just as I was about to ask, I was interrupted by the sound of breaking through the air. Bingtis's soul suddenly woke up from the silence and shouted quickly: "Catch, catch! Hurry up!"

I didn’t react right away: “Catch what?”

Then I knew what to catch: a graceful body with flying long hair fell straight from the air, and fell to the ground without any movement. I could clearly see that she landed face first, and her head was still there. It bounced on the ground...

"My face..." Bingtis's soul called out in my mind with great cruelty, "Why don't you answer, you bastard!"

While I stepped forward to examine the soul-departed body lying on the ground, which already looked like a female corpse, I argued with the owner of this body in my mind: "I didn't react - you know I'm slow in thinking."

As I spoke, I carefully turned Bingtis's body over and let her upper body rest in my arms. I already understood what was going on: when I jumped down just now, I forgot to fix this body in a certain position. There was no place, and I didn’t give her any instructions to wait there, so she followed me not long after I jumped down. After all, this body lacked control. She could walk and sit but could not fly, and she had no ability to think, so she fell face first to the ground.

Of course, the bones of the protoss' body are strong, and it is no problem to fall from such a height, but this sudden situation seems to exceed the amount of information that the body in front of her can handle with the remaining thinking ability: she fell silly. She didn't respond when I slapped her face. She just looked forward with half-open eyes. I pinched her face, pinched her nose, and cut her philtrum - it didn't work, the gods don't have this acupoint. Anyway, after struggling for a long time, those dead fish eyes suddenly blinked, and their eyes focused on me: this is the restart.

"Do you think it's a little flat?" I pinched Bingtis's nose worriedly and exchanged opinions with the other person's soul.

"...Your misconception is that I have a high defense on my face."

I laughed twice, realizing that I would never take advantage of a lawsuit with Bingtis, so I supported her body and finally couldn't control my curiosity: "What on earth is this place?"

"Holy Spirit Tower, a place to commemorate the dead," Bingtis said softly, "I have to come here to see it every time I come back."

"To commemorate...you said this is a mourning hall?" I was a little confused, and then suddenly thought of the oolong incident just now, and felt that it was extremely inappropriate, "Didn't you disturb the peace of the deceased just now? This is a huge sin."

"No matter how great the crime is, it was caused by my body running around and falling down," Bingtis didn't seem to care, "And don't be nervous, this is not a place that needs to be so solemn. The Holy Spirit Tower is not a mourning hall or a cemetery, it's just A place for commemoration. I often came here to play when I was a child. At that time, the people here were more crazy than you can imagine."

Bingtis said this, but I can still hear that she is restraining her noisy nature now. I looked around again and finally understood what the deep and solemn atmosphere was about. This strange tower in the twisted space and the independent time and space outside the tower were all built to commemorate the dead. The red moon in the sky I'm afraid it also has a special meaning. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but become solemn: Although Sister Bing emphasized that the Holy Spirit Tower is not a cemetery or a mourning hall, and there is no need to be silent, the atmosphere is really not suitable for making noise.

"As for the Gods. In fact, there is no cemetery," Bingtis's voice sounded in my heart, soft and ethereal, "Or more directly, the Gods will not leave a body after death. Nothing will be left behind. You also know that the gods are difficult to kill. We can be resurrected, reincarnated, and can fake death for hundreds of millions of years and then return to the world. In the eyes of mortals, the dead gods are actually only temporarily exiled from the current world, or simply sleep temporarily. As long as there is If the soul or body is left behind, it is not a real death for the gods - this is the same for you Xiling apostles. But we also have complete death. Except for those goddesses of life who do not have death, most of the gods Die on the battlefield. When that day comes, we will have nothing left. Our bodies will be sublimated into energy clouds, and our souls will be disintegrated into data dust. There are always only a few relics used on the battlefield that can be brought home, and Most soldiers can't even leave behind this relic: a battlefield that is enough to kill gods. It is often enough to destroy anything else. Eighty percent of the gods who died on the expedition were brought back as names in the statistics book. of.

In this way, the gods have never built anything like a cemetery. Preserving the remains is meaningless to us. Similarly, we do not need to deceive ourselves into preparing a resting place for the 'dead', because we know that the real dead The gods will not leave their souls behind, and the gods who leave their souls can always be resurrected. The Holy Spirit Tower is such an empty memorial place. We built such an isolated space to commemorate the names of the war dead and record their deeds and lives in every inch of space here. Every protoss has a Holy Spirit Tower in their home to commemorate the names of their relatives, old friends, and comrades-in-arms, and they can only commemorate their names. "

This is the first time I have heard of this matter - of course, before today, no one had any need to explain the funeral customs of the gods to me. I felt that as an outsider, I shouldn't come to such a special place, but as soon as I said this, Bingtis came back and said, "You are stupid. The one who wants to come here to worship is me, and I am with you." You’re stuck!”

Me: "...Oh, that's right."

I saw that Bingtis was silent, so I spoke carefully and said, "Speaking of the people in this tower..."

"Since my temple has been integrated with the temple at home, the Holy Spirit Tower has also been integrated," Bingtis said lightly, "Here are my parents' comrades and subordinates from the past, as well as the little ones that I took care of before. There are also some friends, some relatives, some guys who were scolded by me... Now they are really dead, right? Ah, they are all here, the little brothers and sisters that I brought with me during the last war. Not a single one is left behind, you can’t see it, but I can see it, their names are here and everywhere.”

I fell silent, remembering the circumstances under which I and Bingtis met, and what she had experienced before that.

The army of gods she led encountered the large Abyss Gate tens of millions of years ago, and fought until the entire army was almost annihilated. Finally, she found that she was unable to completely close the gate, so she used herself as a chain to suppress it in front of the Abyss Gate. Her remaining believers and followers built a large-scale sealing system on the goddess's tomb, and sacrificed their own lives to ensure that the seal would not be destroyed for tens of millions of years. When the imperial army accidentally destroyed the seal, Bingtis was the only one who rushed out of the dark core: those "little brats" she called either died in battle or became components of the seal. One survives.

This kind of death is a complete annihilation of body and soul. Just like every protoss warrior who died on the expedition, all that the expedition army led by Bingtis can leave behind are only names. Those who have personally experienced that place, I am certain that the Imperial Army did not find even a single relic belonging to the Protoss warrior near the remains of the seal.

The Protoss, who cannot leave any traces after death, can only remember the deceased in places like the Holy Spirit Tower where life events are recorded. Bingtis came here just to say hello to her former subordinates. Mortals worship the dead because they believe that the dead have spirits in heaven, but here. We all know that those soldiers who died on the expedition could not leave any traces, but we still have to do this. In the final analysis...

"It can be regarded as a kind of self-deception," Bingtis's tone sounded quite relaxed, "But everyone does it. And there is nothing wrong with self-deception... By the way, let me tell you something about Coca-Cola, I just said That time I went home, I actually saw my name and life story in the Tower of the Holy Spirit, written by my parents. They wrote so much, it was almost longer than the general history of the God Realm. They probably wrote it here for hundreds of years. Well... I was alive to see my death certificate. My dad was so embarrassed later..."

"I don't think it's cool at all," I curled my lips, "So you have to come to the Holy Spirit Tower every time you go home - I never knew about it before. I didn't even know there was such a place in your home. "

"It's not just you. Even Sandora doesn't know what the Holy Spirit Tower is like, even though she has been here countless times. This is a private place at home, not a place to visit with guests. You go to other people's homes. What does it look like to visit someone’s ancestral tomb as a guest? I’m stuck with you this time and there’s nothing I can do about it, so just have fun secretly.”

Me: "..." Being led to visit the family cemetery and having fun secretly, how heartless do you think this is? Even if this is regarded as a monument to the martyrs, I don’t have to have fun, okay?

Of course in the end I didn't say anything and just stood quietly. Let Bingtis miss her old friends quietly, and at the same time, there are waves in her heart: How much do she know about Bingtis?

I know that she is careless, I know that she is overbearing and willful, I know that she is savage, brutal and outspoken. I also know that she is knowledgeable and experienced, and I know that she occasionally enthusiastically helps her friends guide their lives. Now, I also know that she is actually sad sometimes.

Maybe I don’t know more than I know.

"Okay, okay. I've finished saying hello, come here for a walk. To show that I'm still alive, I can call it a day and go back." Bingtis suddenly interrupted my thoughts, "Take my golden body with me and retreat to sleep." Go, I’m so sleepy.”

I yelled and reached out to pull Bingtis' body. The latter followed numbly, but looked like he didn't know how to fly at all. I thought about it and discussed it with Bingtis's soul: "What, how offensive..."

Bingtis didn't react: "Why?"

I reached out and hugged Bingtis's body like a princess: "I guess you don't mind."

Bingtis exclaimed "Yeah". I was just about to say that this female gangster also has the shy feelings of a girl, when I heard her yelling: "From this perspective, I look so beautiful! From the first perspective of myself Why is it so fun to hug yourself? Damn, my breasts are so big..."

If the shame point is really high, then the shame point of this female gangster must be so high that it is difficult to see: I really shouldn't treat her as a woman.

"I'll take that Bingtis away. I won't disturb your rest." I held the goddess in my arms firmly and said to the empty Holy Spirit Tower hall, then quickly flew towards the exit above. Bingtis was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly spoke in a strange tone: "Who are you talking to? It's not like you don't know that there is actually nothing in the Holy Spirit Tower."

I smiled: "I'll just assume it does!"

Bingtis was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly burst into hearty laughter: "Ah hahahaha... you... you are so... you are so interesting, hahaha..."

The gloomy atmosphere that had just lingered on her seemed to disappear with this burst of laughter. In my mind, Bingtis's laughter continued for a long time, as if she was trying to use all her strength to get rid of all the emotions. It was like this burst of laughter. There was nothing funny about it, but she laughed to the point where she couldn't even speak. It wasn't until we left the Holy Spirit Tower that her laughter gradually became lower and she said softly: " Thank you, you bad guy."

Bingtis's housekeeper, Mo, stood quietly not far in front. It seemed that she had been waiting there for a long time. Bingtis had to go to the Holy Spirit Tower every time she went home. This should be the old rule of their family members. Mo It's time to wait outside. I put Bingtis's body down, gently pushed her shoulders, and pushed her towards the housekeeper: "Go to your own room, see you in the morning."

She turned her head slightly, and her half-open eyes seemed slightly confused. I knew that I couldn't explain to this body that didn't even have the ability to think, so I could only nod slightly to Mo: "Sorry to trouble you."

"No need to worry about it, this is my duty," the housekeeper bowed slightly, took Bingtis's hand, and then said hesitantly, "Actually...I thought you were going to be in the same room..."

"My dad thinks so," Bingtis's soul guessed in an instant, "Is there anyone like him who is such a dad!"

The housekeeper smiled lightly: "Okay, do you need me to take His Majesty the Emperor to the guest room?"

I waved my hand and said in unison with Bingtis: "I know the way!"

Lying on the big bed in the guest room of Bingtis's house, I was finally able to stretch out completely. Just the right amount of light spilled in from the narrow colored glass window, coating this divine-style bedroom with a hazy color. , and also makes people feel relaxed. A lot of things happened today, and now that I lie down I have time to clear my messy thoughts.

Finally, I said good night to Bingtis and fell into a drowsy sleep.