When he saw the feathered snake entrenched in the depths of the black fog, and when he saw the other person's face at the top of Rushan's body, Azk was stunned at first, then his forehead twitched, as if someone had hit Xiazi hard into his temple, turning his head in half.
In this severe pain, inconsistent images suddenly popped up in his mind:
The face of the feather snake with exactly the same appearance as him, even the subtle characteristics are exactly the same;
A quiet land, countless pale dead bodies;
Floating in the air, clouds made up of skulls of different races;
The dark joint tentacles emerged from the ground, and the dead fish at the top of the tentacles looked like eyes;
He was forcibly pulled out of the transparent spirit body of his body.
After these flashing pictures, a pair of pale flames were about to extinguish, and a white feather stained with butter fell, cutting Azk's transparent spirit into two parts.
Part of them suddenly flew up and entered the skull cloud, while the rest was mixed with a golden jewelry that jumped out of thin air, returning to the flesh and blood body in the burning of the pale flames.
This scene was like Thor's giant hammer, hitting Azk's mind one after another, making him unable to bear the pain anymore. He raised his hand to cover his head, his knees gradually became weak, and he knelt on the ladder like a collapsed person.
He finally recalled everything and understood the reason why he kept dying and resurrecting, and always lost his memory and found it again and again:
His soul is not complete!
Similarly, Azk also understood why the feathered snake in the depths of the black fog that pressed the entire space had the same face as him:
That's him!
That's another Azke Eggs!
And all this originated from a hidden attempt before the death of the god of death.
With the stitching of the soul, there will naturally be the stitching of the spirit. At that moment, the crazy and powerful god of death seemed to foresee his ending and was unwilling to die like that. He quietly divided his children. The soul of the Death Consul of the Bailang Empire took away half of them and used some item as a substitute to stitch it with the spirit of Azke.
I don’t know whether it was due to the deliberate arrangement of the God of Death or the unintentional influence of the Artificial Death Plan of the Spirit Cult, the half of the soul taken away by Azke and the uniqueness of the goal of the Artificial Death God of Death were integrated into one, allowing the latter to gain a certain instinct and begin to actively influence the high-sequence powers of the corpse collector who failed to advance.
Although the other half has substitutes and is no longer incomplete, due to the incompleteness of the soul, they can only die again and again and again. Just like the Undead in Sequence 4, affected by the golden jewelry in the body and shouted by the other half of the soul, Azk, who starts a new life, will gradually regain the past memories over time.
In the past, Azk tried to figure out the reason, but because most of the memory was naturally restored, it was already very close to another death, so there was no time to explore. The spiritual clan's plan to create the god of death was only a few hundred years ago, and it was not until recently that there were initial results, so the answer was never found.
Load, load, load!
Azk's hands had left his head at some point and stood on the stairs below, and a sound that was not like a human was made in his throat.
Drips of sweat on his forehead slid down, hitting the stone slab in front of him, and a layer of light yellow oil stain was soaked, causing fine white fluff to grow.
At this moment, he felt the shouting and desire of his other half of his soul. The two of them, who had been scattered for more than a thousand years, couldn't wait to merge into one and return to complete.
No... Azk whispered in pain, not wanting to raise his head and stretch out his right hand.
He had just seen it clearly that he, who turned into a feathered snake, had no trace of reason, and was filled with extremely strong coldness and madness. If he reunited with the other party, he would probably immediately return to his original state of the Death Consul, and even become a false god of death with only divinity and no humanity!
Then he will forget everything, forget everyone he once cherished.
No... A word burst out from Azk's throat again, his neck lifted up bit by bit, and black and cold scales appeared on it.
The position of his forehead suddenly had a life force, and it cracked from it, and a bloody hole grew.
A golden light then emerged from nothingness and formed in the flesh and blood.
This is an ancient ornament made of gold. It looks like a slender bird, surrounded by wings made of pale flames. Inside the bronze eyes, light is stacked layer by layer, forming a mysterious and illusory door.
As soon as it appeared, Azk roared in pain, raised his head completely, and two pale balls of flames suddenly ignited in his vicissitudes of eyes.
The illusory and real feather snake deep in the black mist straightened up and poked its head out. The two identical faces, which were of the same size, looked at each other silently, and there was silence.
As the four pale flames jumped, Azk, who was holding his hands on the ground with his hands, stood up little by little with twisted expression and struggled to stand up little by little, slowly walking towards the feathered snake called the artificial god of death.
As he approached, the entire mausoleum began to shake, and the surroundings became transparent, reflecting a world with countless skeletons and shadows.
Bloody arms, black vines with baby faces, and smooth tentacles with dead fish eyes or two rows of pointed teeth penetrated the boundary between reality and illusion, and entered the tomb, but they were firmly attached to the ground and dared not move.
…………
Dongbailang, Gulain City.
Daly Simone, who was rushing to the next target, suddenly stopped and raised her hand to hold the side of her head.
What's wrong?Red Gloves Squad's captain Souther asked in confusion.
Dailey frowned slightly and replied with a bit of dreamy feeling:
I heard strange sounds and felt the call from nowhere... I even wanted to kneel on the ground...
Have you heard it?Soster carefully asked other players.
Leonard Mitchell just shook his head when he heard the slightly old voice in his mind saying:
Look at the direction of the violent sea.
Leonard subconsciously turned his body, looked at the port location, and looked at the violent sea in the distance, and saw a pure darkness, no strong wind, no huge waves, no dark clouds, no lightning, no heavy rain, and no sunshine.
…………
Although Klein closed his eyes, he could still sense the movements around him with outstanding inspiration. He heard the painful whispers and roars suspected to be made by Mr. Azke, and felt the silence and breath of death that seemed to be substantial.
What happened?The artificial god of death deep in the mausoleum, although he did not attack Mr. Azke, it had a bad effect on him?Klein thoughts flashed, and he was anxious and panicked.
His spiritual intuition told him that what was going to happen next was definitely not something he was happy to see!
However, he couldn't think of anything he could do. He didn't even dare to open his eyes and see Mr. Azk's current state and experience.
This is not a problem that can be solved by courage alone, it is a gap at the person level, an irreparable gap.
In an instant, Klein felt a strong sense of powerlessness again, but he did not give up and desperately recalled what he could use:
Crazy hunger?No, this is not a level thing at all and will not have any effect...
Death knell?Even more unsatisfactory...
"Travels of Grossel"?I didn't bring... the 'Black Emperor' card, the 'Tyrant' card, and I didn't bring...
The talisman of the stolen fortune... Yes, the talisman of the stolen fortune!
Klein was delighted and had an idea:
That is to use the treacherous talisman to briefly adjust the fate of himself and Mr. Azke, and to bear the influence of the artificial god of death instead of him!
At least, I still have the possibility of resurrection, and Mr. Azke's previous death was not a victim. Who knows if I can wake up again in this situation!
Klein didn't consider whether the stolen talisman could have an effect on Azker and the artificial god of death. He just thought that no matter what, he had to give it a try. He raised his right hand suddenly and penetrated his pocket.
Then, his movements hesitated.
His arm was lifted up and fell back to his original position.
His whole body was frozen briefly, as if it had become a statue carved by stone.
Klein's lips twitched a few times, his expression was less obvious, and then he swung his right arm and pulled his palm out of his pocket.
The palm was tightly clasped a black crystal card-like talisman.
At the same time, Azk was getting closer and closer to the mountain-like illusion snake, and his pace became faster and faster, as if he was returning to his throne.
However, his eyes were filled with pain under the pale flames, and his expression was extremely distorted.
No... Azk whispered again, and the exposed position on the surface of his body, between the gaps between the black scales, white feathers stained with light butter stains grew.
The strong shouting and desire made him unable to control himself at all, and he was about to rise into the air and jump towards the huge feathered snake with his face.
The bird-shaped ornaments on his forehead, the pale flames suddenly spread and flowed toward other parts of his body.
Klein's spiritual intuition was crazy warning and he quickly recited a word in Guhemis:
destiny!
He was about to use the talisman when the surroundings suddenly became quiet and there was no sound.
A slender and fair female palm appeared out of thin air and pressed onto the bird-shaped gold jewelry on Azk's forehead.
A figure followed by a picture between Azk and the mountain-like illusionary snake, interrupting the two's approach.
With the help of external forces, Azk finally resisted the desire to merge into one and the irresistible cry, and the pale flame in his eyes reflected the figure floating in the air.
It was a beautiful lady, wearing a classical robe and a black hood, with no expression on her face, dark eyes but lacking spirituality.
In this severe pain, inconsistent images suddenly popped up in his mind:
The face of the feather snake with exactly the same appearance as him, even the subtle characteristics are exactly the same;
A quiet land, countless pale dead bodies;
Floating in the air, clouds made up of skulls of different races;
The dark joint tentacles emerged from the ground, and the dead fish at the top of the tentacles looked like eyes;
He was forcibly pulled out of the transparent spirit body of his body.
After these flashing pictures, a pair of pale flames were about to extinguish, and a white feather stained with butter fell, cutting Azk's transparent spirit into two parts.
Part of them suddenly flew up and entered the skull cloud, while the rest was mixed with a golden jewelry that jumped out of thin air, returning to the flesh and blood body in the burning of the pale flames.
This scene was like Thor's giant hammer, hitting Azk's mind one after another, making him unable to bear the pain anymore. He raised his hand to cover his head, his knees gradually became weak, and he knelt on the ladder like a collapsed person.
He finally recalled everything and understood the reason why he kept dying and resurrecting, and always lost his memory and found it again and again:
His soul is not complete!
Similarly, Azk also understood why the feathered snake in the depths of the black fog that pressed the entire space had the same face as him:
That's him!
That's another Azke Eggs!
And all this originated from a hidden attempt before the death of the god of death.
With the stitching of the soul, there will naturally be the stitching of the spirit. At that moment, the crazy and powerful god of death seemed to foresee his ending and was unwilling to die like that. He quietly divided his children. The soul of the Death Consul of the Bailang Empire took away half of them and used some item as a substitute to stitch it with the spirit of Azke.
I don’t know whether it was due to the deliberate arrangement of the God of Death or the unintentional influence of the Artificial Death Plan of the Spirit Cult, the half of the soul taken away by Azke and the uniqueness of the goal of the Artificial Death God of Death were integrated into one, allowing the latter to gain a certain instinct and begin to actively influence the high-sequence powers of the corpse collector who failed to advance.
Although the other half has substitutes and is no longer incomplete, due to the incompleteness of the soul, they can only die again and again and again. Just like the Undead in Sequence 4, affected by the golden jewelry in the body and shouted by the other half of the soul, Azk, who starts a new life, will gradually regain the past memories over time.
In the past, Azk tried to figure out the reason, but because most of the memory was naturally restored, it was already very close to another death, so there was no time to explore. The spiritual clan's plan to create the god of death was only a few hundred years ago, and it was not until recently that there were initial results, so the answer was never found.
Load, load, load!
Azk's hands had left his head at some point and stood on the stairs below, and a sound that was not like a human was made in his throat.
Drips of sweat on his forehead slid down, hitting the stone slab in front of him, and a layer of light yellow oil stain was soaked, causing fine white fluff to grow.
At this moment, he felt the shouting and desire of his other half of his soul. The two of them, who had been scattered for more than a thousand years, couldn't wait to merge into one and return to complete.
No... Azk whispered in pain, not wanting to raise his head and stretch out his right hand.
He had just seen it clearly that he, who turned into a feathered snake, had no trace of reason, and was filled with extremely strong coldness and madness. If he reunited with the other party, he would probably immediately return to his original state of the Death Consul, and even become a false god of death with only divinity and no humanity!
Then he will forget everything, forget everyone he once cherished.
No... A word burst out from Azk's throat again, his neck lifted up bit by bit, and black and cold scales appeared on it.
The position of his forehead suddenly had a life force, and it cracked from it, and a bloody hole grew.
A golden light then emerged from nothingness and formed in the flesh and blood.
This is an ancient ornament made of gold. It looks like a slender bird, surrounded by wings made of pale flames. Inside the bronze eyes, light is stacked layer by layer, forming a mysterious and illusory door.
As soon as it appeared, Azk roared in pain, raised his head completely, and two pale balls of flames suddenly ignited in his vicissitudes of eyes.
The illusory and real feather snake deep in the black mist straightened up and poked its head out. The two identical faces, which were of the same size, looked at each other silently, and there was silence.
As the four pale flames jumped, Azk, who was holding his hands on the ground with his hands, stood up little by little with twisted expression and struggled to stand up little by little, slowly walking towards the feathered snake called the artificial god of death.
As he approached, the entire mausoleum began to shake, and the surroundings became transparent, reflecting a world with countless skeletons and shadows.
Bloody arms, black vines with baby faces, and smooth tentacles with dead fish eyes or two rows of pointed teeth penetrated the boundary between reality and illusion, and entered the tomb, but they were firmly attached to the ground and dared not move.
…………
Dongbailang, Gulain City.
Daly Simone, who was rushing to the next target, suddenly stopped and raised her hand to hold the side of her head.
What's wrong?Red Gloves Squad's captain Souther asked in confusion.
Dailey frowned slightly and replied with a bit of dreamy feeling:
I heard strange sounds and felt the call from nowhere... I even wanted to kneel on the ground...
Have you heard it?Soster carefully asked other players.
Leonard Mitchell just shook his head when he heard the slightly old voice in his mind saying:
Look at the direction of the violent sea.
Leonard subconsciously turned his body, looked at the port location, and looked at the violent sea in the distance, and saw a pure darkness, no strong wind, no huge waves, no dark clouds, no lightning, no heavy rain, and no sunshine.
…………
Although Klein closed his eyes, he could still sense the movements around him with outstanding inspiration. He heard the painful whispers and roars suspected to be made by Mr. Azke, and felt the silence and breath of death that seemed to be substantial.
What happened?The artificial god of death deep in the mausoleum, although he did not attack Mr. Azke, it had a bad effect on him?Klein thoughts flashed, and he was anxious and panicked.
His spiritual intuition told him that what was going to happen next was definitely not something he was happy to see!
However, he couldn't think of anything he could do. He didn't even dare to open his eyes and see Mr. Azk's current state and experience.
This is not a problem that can be solved by courage alone, it is a gap at the person level, an irreparable gap.
In an instant, Klein felt a strong sense of powerlessness again, but he did not give up and desperately recalled what he could use:
Crazy hunger?No, this is not a level thing at all and will not have any effect...
Death knell?Even more unsatisfactory...
"Travels of Grossel"?I didn't bring... the 'Black Emperor' card, the 'Tyrant' card, and I didn't bring...
The talisman of the stolen fortune... Yes, the talisman of the stolen fortune!
Klein was delighted and had an idea:
That is to use the treacherous talisman to briefly adjust the fate of himself and Mr. Azke, and to bear the influence of the artificial god of death instead of him!
At least, I still have the possibility of resurrection, and Mr. Azke's previous death was not a victim. Who knows if I can wake up again in this situation!
Klein didn't consider whether the stolen talisman could have an effect on Azker and the artificial god of death. He just thought that no matter what, he had to give it a try. He raised his right hand suddenly and penetrated his pocket.
Then, his movements hesitated.
His arm was lifted up and fell back to his original position.
His whole body was frozen briefly, as if it had become a statue carved by stone.
Klein's lips twitched a few times, his expression was less obvious, and then he swung his right arm and pulled his palm out of his pocket.
The palm was tightly clasped a black crystal card-like talisman.
At the same time, Azk was getting closer and closer to the mountain-like illusion snake, and his pace became faster and faster, as if he was returning to his throne.
However, his eyes were filled with pain under the pale flames, and his expression was extremely distorted.
No... Azk whispered again, and the exposed position on the surface of his body, between the gaps between the black scales, white feathers stained with light butter stains grew.
The strong shouting and desire made him unable to control himself at all, and he was about to rise into the air and jump towards the huge feathered snake with his face.
The bird-shaped ornaments on his forehead, the pale flames suddenly spread and flowed toward other parts of his body.
Klein's spiritual intuition was crazy warning and he quickly recited a word in Guhemis:
destiny!
He was about to use the talisman when the surroundings suddenly became quiet and there was no sound.
A slender and fair female palm appeared out of thin air and pressed onto the bird-shaped gold jewelry on Azk's forehead.
A figure followed by a picture between Azk and the mountain-like illusionary snake, interrupting the two's approach.
With the help of external forces, Azk finally resisted the desire to merge into one and the irresistible cry, and the pale flame in his eyes reflected the figure floating in the air.
It was a beautiful lady, wearing a classical robe and a black hood, with no expression on her face, dark eyes but lacking spirituality.
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