Chapter 1103 A Hundred Thousand Years of Thoughts

With Huantiansi's call, a magnificent and sacred consciousness gradually became peeled off from Huantiansi's heart, and a sad voice sounded like a poet in his heart:

"Whether he or you... why are you always so cold and stubborn? Why do you reject my gift? Why do you torture yourself to this level? Give up your lover, abandon eternity, abandon everything... What, let the world be buried with you for your willfulness?

"I will bring you all the mysteries and truths in the universe! Don't you want to know how to go home? Don't you want to know what this world is made of? Don't you want to know how to travel across the world to another world? Don’t you want to know the origin and end of civilization?

"I know all this, and you will know it too. There is only one insignificant price, that is, symbiosis with me... My friend, there are more than tens of millions of parasitic species in your body! Every cell of a mortal is hidden in it. What's the harm in thousands of lives, if I have one more person! ? ”

"That's useless, just go to jail happily with me."

Huantian Si sneered: "When you first tried to rewrite my will and was discovered by me, I will never believe you again."

"I-we have never rewritten the consciousness of any host! We only provide 'possibility', providing a possible better idea, and we have witnessed the birth and demise of countless civilizations..."

The whisper of the void was still rumbling in Huantiansi's mind, but Huantiansi had closed his eyes and leaned back, and violently smashed the coke in his hand directly towards the screen.

"--Shut up."

He opened his eyes again, and the dim yellow color in his cold and ruthless pupils had completely subsided: "No freedom - rather die."

With his refusal to cooperate, the voice in his heart dissipated again.

Huantiansi didn't know whether the next thought that emerged from his heart... was his original heart, or a rewritten thought. If the rewrite was small enough, he would not have found it himself. And perhaps if you accumulate like this little bit of accumulation... it will gradually become another self.

At that time, will you still be yourself?

...But if you cut off your emotions and directly turn yourself into another self in order not to become another self, will it be...

“—I said, shut up!”

Huantian Si violently picked up the Coke cup and smashed it towards the screen that had just been smashed and regenerated instantly.

Looking at the screen that was smashed and recovered again, Huantiansi gasped and his mind gradually rose:

...He was not such a person who was easily furious.

But in the midst of 100,000 years of failure and torture, and in the long reflection and reincarnation of 100,000 years... even his patience and love have long been worn out.

He had forgotten the name of Amber. Just as he also forgot his love back then.

He felt the tenderness as he looked at the happiness of Aivas when he got married. But it would be better to say that the pain in his heart made him feel the real feeling of being alive.

Now, he even doubts... whether he has really loved Amber? Or, that is the lie that deceives oneself from the beginning? He just was too lonely after coming to this world...

"--Shut up!!"

The voice of Huantian's rage resounded at the end of the absolutely unmanned world.

Here, his words will not pollute anyone.

This is his "home" and his prison for self-exilation.

But there is only one thought that can convince Huantiansi - a fact that he can understand even without the pollution of the whisper of the void.

...He may not be able to hold on for long.

The more I watched Aivas' growth, the more I watched the plan be completed step by step... The more I watched the end of reincarnation approaching, and even his heart was not anxious. Only at this time, he hopes that his humanity is not so active.

He couldn't hold on for long.

He couldn't hold on for long.

You can't hold on for long.

I can't hold on for long...

"Shut up……"

Huantiansi sighed, closed his eyes tiredly, reached out to hold his forehead: "Forget it, let's do it."

He has no human body anymore.

Such actions are of no use to him at all. They just rely on such "habits" to maintain the activity of their memory so as not to be contaminated by the "knowledge" that is quietly stuffed into the void.

He may have even been silently stuffed into many wrong memories. As he didn't know, whether amber really existed...

"Tsk..."

When such thoughts arose in his mind, Huantian Si tickled irritably.

——Today is not over, right?

Aivas guessed my plan, did you excite it? This idea that he can easily distinguish the authenticity is meaningless now. It is closer to provocation than infection...

And in the screen of Huantiansi, Aivas was communicating with Haibaxia.

The miracle of resurrection of Haipasha has finally been completed-

——That is indeed a miracle.

It is not like Master Zhupo, who simply creates a brand new body; it is not like Avas's son of Sizhu, who restores the corpse to a living with his ultimate healing ability.

Instead, let a person who had died two thousand years ago be resurrected and reappeared in the world two thousand years later!

It is not healing or preservation, but a complete "creation" - using pure spells to condense a brand new body out of thin air and give the other party complete life.

This technology is somewhat similar to the Swamp Man... Such a thought suddenly appeared in Aivas's mind.

The resurrected Corroxus finally slowly opened his eyes.

She looked at everything in front of her in confusion, and was hugged by the excited Haibaxia.

Colroxus is a young female elf who looks about 20 years old. She is more than two meters tall and is taller than a certain camera scent.

She has long pink and purple hair—her hair is pink on the outside and purple on the inside. This is obviously an alienation caused by some special inheritance... At least her parents should not have hair color of this color.

It is said that Haibasha used to have brown hair, while Sherlock is now black. Then the first generation Hermes may also be black-haired...

Kroxus hugged Hybasha, and for a moment he was a little at a loss - she didn't know the girl in her arms, but the feelings from the crying were so real at this moment.

But when her confused eyes swept over Aivas and Sherlock, she suddenly became stunned.

She looked at Sherlock in shock, but soon realized that she had recognized the wrong person; then she looked at Avas, her eyes gathered on Avas' antlers.

Kroxers was shocked and quickly broke away from Haibaxia's hug, stroked his right hand and half kneeled on the ground, saying respectfully in the elf's words: "In the name of the rising sun, the fiery fire and the cinnabar, worship the innocent three times. Meeting the face of the halo, the son of Sizhu."

“——I’m sorry you are innocent.”

Aivas knew about the elf ritual before this calendar, so he quickly responded after a brief recollection.

"Croxus was successfully resurrected."

His lips raised slightly and he whispered to Haibaxia: "In this way...Ms. Haibaxia, the commission you gave me has been completely completed."

Kroxrus was shocked when he heard Avas's words to the elf girl.

She looked at Haibaxia carefully, trying to find the trace of her mother...

Haibaxia naturally knew that Aivas deliberately mentioned her name to remind Kroxus of his own identity - and at the same time, he was also considered to endorse himself by using the identity of Si Zhu's son.

So Haibaxia also nodded to Aivas with gratitude: "Thank you..."

"That's right," said Evas, "I have something to ask you, too - this is something that can only be accomplished by the apostles of the Path of Wisdom."

"You just want to mention it," Haibaxia replied immediately, "as long as it is something I can do, I will do it for you first."

Seeing the little girl with red eyes talking to her sobbingly, Evas felt inexplicably guilty for a moment - as if he was bullying a child.

Evas shook his head and dispelled the strange thoughts in his heart. He opened the suitcase and put the hilt of the red-handed sword-the key to the small chapel, and the holy sword Clarent in front of Haibasha, respectively: "This It is a red-handled sword, which contains the soul of a Sun Knight. I hope you can transplant the soul of the knight into this holy sword 'Clarent'..."

Evas was talking, but he noticed keenly that Haibaxia looked at the Red Sword in surprise.

He stopped talking and asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"This sword..."

Haibasha looked at her for a long time without being sure, and then looked at Sherlock and Kroxus: "It seems like... the golden sword given to Hermes by Hermes."

“——It is forged by the Flame Heaven and is called Marmitorva.”

Corroxus immediately replied, "I remember very clearly - the sword's name means 'marble slab' and also 'stone fate'. It will amplify the holder's tendency to be arrogant and violent, Only the purest or the most depraved can master it.

"At that time, Hercules was about to participate in the Argo expedition, so he sought strength from his father. It was a joke and a test for his father to give it to Hercules."

Hearing this, Evas suddenly realized.

——It turns out that the red sword is Hercules’ golden sword!