The situation was indeed extremely dangerous. A gray vortex centered on the lich had already formed, and Lucian was in the vortex and was almost affected—until Vader entered the vortex, grabbed his neck, and held him to his side in an extremely rough manner.
"Master Wade." Lucian said, "The drop of blood is now in her body..."
"I know."
… Then Lucian watched helplessly as Vader’s hand pierced into Gray River’s chest and reached into her heart.
Lucian: …
"Are you a little..."
"The lich will die anyway." Vader said rudely, "Shut up."
Lucian: …
From any angle, Chloe is a peerless beauty. But the way Wade took her blood was not through magic or kissing, but directly breaking her heart with his hands... No wonder Wade was a maniac who killed girls and boys until his death.
After tearing open the lich's heart, Vader caught the golden blood drop and threw the lich aside. The golden blood drop burned a hole in his palm in an instant. It was clearly just a drop of liquid, but it was heavy and hot because it had lost its carrier.
"We must first find a carrier to seal it..."
Before Lucian finished speaking, the drop of blood had already merged into Wade's body. It was as fast as someone evading a ticket at a subway station.
Lucian: …
The body he was leaning on began to tremble violently. Obviously, Wade was in great pain. The authority represented by the dragon blood drop was strength and mountains and rivers, and the stimulation brought by the fusion was also the strongest. The ground under his feet began to shake, and seeing Wade about to fall, Lucian hurriedly supported him.
"Lucian..."
Lucian heard Vader's voice.
He leaned in his arms, his scarlet eyes staring at him intently. He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch Lucian's face. Lucian, who knew the plot well, quickly moved away and said, "Don't touch me now..."
Vader: …
“It’s me who rejected you. You just combined the blood drop and you are so strong. Don’t touch me and break my nose.” Lucian said with a smile.
He remembered the original story. After combining the blood drops of the dragon race, Vader's strength increased several times. At the beginning, he had not yet learned to control his strength. He originally wanted to climb up with the stone, but he crushed it directly.
Lucian looked down at Vader, who was lying on his knees, with his long silver hair hanging down and falling on his face. Vader looked at him, and suddenly, he smiled twistedly and maliciously.
"Lucian..." he said softly, "Even if you die, you can't escape..."
"Why did you say you were dead?" Lucian frowned and asked, "Why are you cursing me to death again, Master Wade, don't worry—"
"I am your little slave." Lucian hooked his face with his fingers and whispered softly, "If you die, it will be very troublesome to find a new owner..."
"Is that so?"
Lucian's long hair was pulled. He originally thought that the other party would pull out his hair, but Wade just lifted it up and pinned it behind Lucian's ear.
The action was so gentle that it sounded like a sentence like "Just do what I want you to do."
While Lucian was stunned for a moment and was glad that his hair was not pulled out, Wade had already closed his eyes.
Lucian finally carried Vader on his back. When he looked to the other side, he saw the lich Gray River leaning against the monument, quietly looking at the sky.
The obsession of the dragon girl who was hugging her and talking to her just now has turned into ashes. Her blue eyes reflected the sky where the gray fog was gradually dispersing, and also reflected the disappearing foam of the dragon girl.
In her arms, she held a cocoon—a cocoon made of Edith's remaining soul and memories. Perhaps after a very long time, Edith would hatch with his memories and reunite with her. Gray River held a long time, so she could wait for a long time.
"You..." Lucian spoke to her, "She left?"
"Hmm." The lich said softly.
Lucian did not ask her what she had talked about with the obsession. After a long time, the lich said softly: "No one has ever taught me how to control my destiny. Three hundred years ago, my sister married me to her rebellious minister and gave me a poisoned knife. Until Edith jumped down from the sky, she saw me on the road to marriage and took me back to her nest."
"She was a red dragon who knew nothing. But after she died, I built a wizard tower next to her lair." The lich suddenly smiled, and that smile was as pure as the princess of the past. "Everyone knows that Huihe likes to collect jewels, but they don't know that I put all those jewels in that lair... I think maybe if there are enough jewels, she who likes jewels will be attracted and come back here again. People's memories are very short in a long life, but every time I collect a piece of jewel, I will think of her and forget her. Forgetting her is the only thing I can do."
She transformed herself into a lich that could not be reincarnated, just to wait for her return in the world where she still had memories.
"Oh..." Lucian glanced at the castle on the other side. He really couldn't get involved in Huihe's emotions, so he could only say: "Queen Asta is watching you, you..."
Queen Asta was indeed looking at Gray River. She looked at her future sister who was already a lich, her pupils dilated, and she seemed to be exhausted.
"In fact, I went to see her - in the fiftieth year after Edith's death. In those fifty years, she indeed became the iron-blooded queen who led the kingdom out of the trough. Her prestige as a dragon slayer brought her to the top, making those pedantic ministers no longer mind the fact that she was just a woman. Her rule was also wise. Until the war in her later years. Several countries united to attack, and she was caught off guard and even had her entire city massacred." Huihe said softly, "After hearing the news, I came to this land that I had not set foot on for fifty years and killed those enemy troops."
She looked at her younger sister through the thick gray fog, as if she was remembering their meeting that day again.
'I once destroyed your destiny and your love, why do you come back with your spells when the enemy attacks? Do you... hate me?'
The old sister looked at her still young sister and said in a hoarse voice.
'People can choose their country. But you could have chosen me, sister,' she said.
She turned and left. After she left the palace, the old queen sat on her throne and looked at the setting sun.
She thought about her own country, about the country her parents had handed over to her, and about how she had vowed to make it great.
'You know, I understand,' she said softly, looking back at her life. 'The Queen never had a choice.'
The queen finally shed a tear at that moment, but her sister and her husband never looked back.
Huihe closed her eyes, and finally she said: "Take him north, then you can walk out of the memories and return to reality..."
She looked at Vader, who was hung on Lucian's shoulders, and suddenly smiled.
A scroll appeared in her hand and was thrown into Lucian's hand - in addition, there was a red stone. Lucian was confused when he heard her say: "This is a spell used to calm the soul, which can suppress the loss of control brought by the blood of the gods. I spent a lot of effort to find this spell from ancient times. I think you may need it - just consider it a thank you gift."
"A spell to comfort the soul?"
"He is an ordinary person, right? But it is very painful to fuse the divine blood." Huihe said, "When he is in pain, writing this spell on his body can have a calming effect."
Lucian raised his eyebrows: "You may have misunderstood the relationship between us... But, what is this stone?"
"The memory stone, the memories poured into it can be reproduced before the eyes of the viewer even after ten thousand years." Gray River said, "There are many memories in life that are worth preserving."
Gray River obviously misunderstood their relationship, but Lucian thought that the stone was useful - when Wade woke up, he would selectively record some of the moments he took care of him, and then play them for him unintentionally, so as to increase Wade's gratitude to him. So he thanked Gray River and walked out of their dream.
Before leaving, he looked back and saw Huihe still holding the dragon girl's cocoon - their lives were very long, and there would be enough time for them to meet again.
Maybe this is the best ending.
Lucian waited in the hut for Wade to wake up. It was night, and James and Eden were patrolling far away outside. Lucian lowered his head and looked at Wade quietly while he slept.
His long hair has turned gray.
Through the spiritual imprint, Lucian found out that Vader had completed the fusion with the dragon blood. But perhaps because of the excessive consumption before, Vader had not woken up yet.
"Is this the reason?" Lucian asked the system.
System: "Maybe? It seems like this happened in the original book?"
Since this is what happened in the original book, Lucian felt relieved: "If this is the case, his mental state should be quite weak now..."
He reached out and touched Wade's pale cheek, his white fingers sliding across his nose, neck, and chest. Lucian looked at him without blinking, and suddenly smiled.
"Finally it's in my hands." He said with a smile.
He sat beside him and could feel Vader's heartbeat clearly under his palm. The heat from Vader's chest penetrated through his shirt and into his soft palm.
After fusing the blood drops of the demons and the undead, Vader's body temperature had always been cold. But now, after fusing the blood drops of the dragons, his body temperature finally became hot.
He knew that fragments of his memory were inside him.
There was a hint of coldness in Lucian's smiling eyes.
—That was something he was determined to get back.
Lucian closed his eyes and leaned back on the sofa. He once again confirmed with the system the details of going to Wade's sea of consciousness to retrieve the memory fragments, and forced himself into a deep sleep at a very fast speed.
Although he had secretly experimented many times, when he really entered Vader's mind through the mental imprint this time, Lucian found that the process was unexpectedly smooth - so smooth that it seemed like he was invading, but like he was being dragged in. But these are all details.
When he opened his eyes, all he saw was a corridor.
It was a very deep and long corridor. The corridor was very dark, with only a little light, and huge blurry portraits hung on both sides. It seemed quiet, but Lucian's vigilance reached its peak in an instant.
This hallway looks a lot like the hallway in Cessel's old house.
He remembered what the system had said to him: "Although there are many places to store memories, most people will store their memories in places they think are most familiar or safe."
"Where is the most dangerous place?" he asked the system at that time.
System: "Uh... it should be quite dangerous."
And now, is the corridor of Cecil's old house that he sees the safest or the most dangerous place for Wade
He walked carefully along the corridor. The corridor was silent, as if someone had been here for a long time. Lucian carefully pushed open one of the portraits, and the portrait turned out to be a door - behind the door, there was actually a storage room.
The storage room he randomly opened seemed to contain the memory of Wade when he was eight years old. The storage room of memory was filled with black bread, diary-like books, and various collections.
Lucian felt that he was really lucky.
He rarely praised Wade in his heart (thinking of his own good ending), came out of the storage room and closed the portrait.
Before leaving, he vaguely saw a worn-out sofa—behind which seemed to be a person lying, with only two legs exposed. Lucian was not interested in this.
More things are like less things.
When he closed the portrait, he finally saw the person in the portrait clearly - it was a boy standing in the corner with his head down.
Lucian counted the total number of portraits on both sides and walked towards the side with more portraits. He knew that after he turned his back and left, the boy who had originally lowered his head in the portrait had changed.
He raised his head, his face covered in blood, and stared at the direction Lucian left with bloodthirsty eyes!
Lucian walked in the deep corridor, and soon he arrived at the last portrait. The portrait was not yet completed, and Lucian pushed open the door, revealing a gap in the storage room.
A faint green light appeared in the storage room, and in just a moment, Lucian's eyes were illuminated.
That is his memory!
The memory, like an emerald, was locked in a glass case. Lucian was about to open the portrait and enter it.
At this moment, he suddenly stopped.
He saw a shadow appear beside him!
"What are you doing?" A childish voice sounded beside him. The voice was sinister and bloodthirsty, like a devil in the skin of a child.
Lucian slowly turned his head, and at that moment, he heard a sound as if all the hair on his body exploded!
A little boy with black hair and red eyes stood beside him, grinning and smiling at him.
"What are you doing?"
That's the boy who walked out of that portrait!
Almost instantly, the entire corridor flashed red. In the flashing red light, Lucian saw dozens of dark figures walking down from each portrait he passed. Every time the red light flashed, Lucian saw them walking towards him.
Lucian: Damn!!
Why does Vader’s memory gallery look like a horror movie!
Lucian made a prompt decision. He realized that the memory of Wade when he was eight years old still knew him, so this was his chance to escape from the corridor quickly. Lucian glanced at the memory fragments that were so close to him, and turned to run away - but the corner of his clothes was grabbed by the little boy.
—God knows how eight-year-old Wade could have so much strength!
"Are you leaving?" He tilted his head and asked, "We all want you to stay with us."
Lucian: !!
"Don't go."
"Don't go."
"Stay."
"Stay with us."
Lucian hurriedly covered his face with his hands. At that moment, he saw countless Vaders through his fingers. The eight-year-old him, the twelve-year-old him, the eighteen-year-old him... What was even more terrifying was that the terrifying Vader who dragged the spear and killed him in the temple (although he committed suicide) was approaching him with the flashing red light. The little boy was still holding the corner of his clothes, and at this time, more hands reached out to him.
Some of them grabbed his ankles.
He grabbed his wrist.
She grabbed his waist.
Countless hands grabbed him. They all wanted to -
Drag him down here, deeper into this corridor.
“… No!” Lucian finally couldn’t control himself and uttered, “Let me go!”
He struggled hard, but could not escape. All the shadows were watching him, and all the shadows were saying:
"Are you willing to stay?"
"Let's separate him."
"You have one, and I have one."
"I want to kill him."
"Tie him up."
"Lock him in the house."
"Trapped."
"Make him laugh."
"Let him cry."
"Leave him speechless."
"Strangle him to death."
"Leave a mark."
"Everyone come."
"Or get up."
Lucian: …
Damn, how come Vader's memory is even more perverted than Vader himself!!
Lucian finally couldn't breathe when a hand grabbed his throat. He saw at a glance that the man was Vader before he escaped, and he knew that the other party wanted to strangle him. He bent down to bite his palm, but the other Vader lifted his chin.
There was a flowing bone mask on the man's face. It was Vader, whom he killed in the Undead's land.
"Bitch." He heard the man say coldly.
Someone even pinched his lips with his fingers, as if trying to pull out his tongue... Lucian had given up thinking about which era of Vader this was, because his current flipping posture was very beautiful.
-How could Vader's memory corridor look like this? He thought desperately.
Just when he thought that he would die as a result of this accident, two pairs of hands stretched out from the portrait behind him.
—Those hands came from the unfinished, new portrait.
The hands hugged his waist and dragged him into the portrait. The dozens of hands from other ages' memories separated from Lucian's body as if they were burned. They waved in the air unwillingly, but could not stop Lucian from escaping.
—Because now this portrait is not a memory, but the master's consciousness and inner demons.
—And now the inner demon is gaining the upper hand.
Lucian was a little disoriented when he was dragged out of the portrait. When he regained consciousness, he realized that he was in a lake.
The cold lake I saw last time.
The lake water was not cold, but slightly warm. Lucian shuddered when he felt the body temperature of the man who was hugging him from behind—the man's body temperature was too hot.
Needless to say, Lucian knew who that person was—of course, it was Vader.
This time he also took a dip.
Lucian's clothes were soaked. They were so close that he could feel her heartbeat from behind. Lucian tried to turn his head.
Then he met a pair of deep red eyes.
Lucian shuddered when he saw those eyes—the person he saw was indeed Vader, which he confirmed at first sight. But Vader's eyes were now so bright that they were frightening... so frightening that they made him feel a little scared.
Is this also Vader's consciousness? He thought.
He seemed to hear the memories saying something like "main consciousness" before being dragged away.
"I… "
He suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the position of the hand that was originally on his waist.
Lucian's entire body froze.
"What are you doing... Ugh!"
There was a sound of splashing water, and he was pushed to the shore in a very rough manner.
"You hurt me!" Lucian said angrily, completely forgetting that this was Wade's spiritual world. He turned around and said, "You..."
Vader's hand grasped his chin and turned him over.
Lucian leaned against the shore, staring blankly at Vader leaning over him. He watched Vader's hand slide across his cheek, from his wet hair to his dripping chin. Vader's dark red eyes were filled with terrible murderous intent and coercion. At that moment, he could not move, but just stared at Vader's thick eyelashes.
Vader's hand fell to his collarbone, then down.
"I… "
Lucian tried to struggle, but at that moment, when he looked into Wade's eyes, it was as if an order was transmitted to his mind.
'Xu Dong'
Wade's consciousness looked down at him, as if he wanted to measure everything in his body with his fingers. Lucian tried to break free, but was suppressed domineeringly.
He was forced to cling to that scalding body—he was so hot that Lucian wanted to escape, but now he could hear his breathing quicken. The water temperature seemed to be even hotter, burning his body.
He felt a little limp.
"You..." Lucian still spoke even though the consciousness had not said a word to him from beginning to end. His voice was full of a cynical and teasing tone: "You don't mean to..."
He wanted to say something to provoke or defend himself, so as to escape from the uneasy atmosphere.
But the next moment, Wade covered his mouth and turned him over roughly.