Candela's life came to his face. When Lin Jie touched the hilt of the cold long sword, it turned into an incomplete illusion of fusion, unfolding in front of him.
At birth, in youth, in youth, in youth... A good and great king is gradually born.
A prosperous and glorious empire, magnificent buildings, beautiful elves in white robes, huge sacred trees, heroic griffins, the love and cheers of the subjects, and the kindling fires and drawn swords... In the end, endless darkness .
I don't know if it was because he was secretive about his experience of destroying his country with his own hands, or because he had lost his mind and went crazy at the time, and the pictures behind him were all very blurry.
In the twisted and rotated field of vision, there are occasionally some treacherous pictures.
It seems that what he said, entangled in his soul like wisps of cotton wool, is ultimately inseparable from the resentment generated by those he killed.
When the swirling vision returned to normal, a cluster of bright flames suddenly jumped in front of him.
All this flashed but for a moment.
Lin Jie blinked, and his eyes suddenly became clear.
He was holding the "Holy Sword" pulled out from Candela's chest in his hand. The smooth, mirror-like body of the sword was like a white stream of flames. aperture.
Illuminate...
Lin Jie raised his head and looked around, it was no longer on the platform in the middle of the ruins.
There was a thick gray fog surging around, and the fog tumbled and flowed in an extraordinarily thick state, cruising from the edge of the aperture, and the feeling of being like a living thing became more and more obvious.
The farther part of the thick fog that was not illuminated was a deep darkness, with a huge crack in the sky above, and scarlet electric snakes rushing in the surrounding clouds.
As if something could come out of it at any moment.
Lin Jie saw his hands along the sword, and finally noticed the difference. These hands were covered with glowing metal gauntlets, and then the arm armor.
And from what he felt, the hands were not his.
He lowered his head and saw the armor on his body, which was exactly the same as what Candela wore, but with a brighter brilliance and a vaguely illusory feeling.
And when he caught a glimpse of gold in the corner of his vision, and saw a sharp black claws just behind his left, he immediately understood that behind him was a griffin that was looking around alertly.
Lin Jie realized now.
He got it.
He went through those fragments of memories, came into Candela's memories, and became him.
This is... an alternative dream within a dream
Well, from a dream point of view, it is quite reasonable.
After all, anything can happen in a dream, right? At least the plot so far is well-founded and logical.
Since Candela said that he wants to protect his subjects again, then this is a battlefield, or a copy
And the current atmosphere seems to be the rhythm of a big boss.
Lin Jie looked at the sword in his hand and recalled what Candela said. This elf king has power, but he is afraid of gods, so he asked Lin Jie to give him guidance so that he would not make the same mistake. The sword beheads another newly emerging god.
So he has now become the reason and guidance that Candela needs, and simply takes over directly, or in other words, controls his soul.
What does the so-called "foal" mean
"Candela?"
Lin Jie suddenly remembered that the current Mr. Elf King should be acting as a sword spirit in this sword.
"Yes."
Candela's elegant and mellow voice sounded, still with respect.
"Is the god you said right there?"
Lin Jie held the sword and pointed to the sky, Candela's memory was about to move, and the blade of the sword slid through the air, making a neat vibrating sound.
"Boom..."
There were bursts of heavy thunder in the sky, and lightning instantly covered the clouds.
In the middle of the huge crack, a palm with scales stretched out from it, holding an axe in its hand.
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"Ha ha… "
Ji Zhixu gasped, the flowing ether evaporated the rain, and her silver hair fluttered naturally, making her look very threatening.
She still maintained the form of the wolf of the empty court, staring sharply at Harris, who was staring at the opposite, showing her fangs.
The rain was getting heavier and louder, and the clattering noise drowned out everything.
A large area around it was completely destroyed, a large number of houses collapsed, and the hole that had collapsed before continued to expand. I don't know where the sewer mouth was blown up. At the moment, sewage was running down with corpses.
The blood was dripping continuously, and Ji Zhixu's eyes had begun to blur.
She's still not strong enough...
Hunter corpses were everywhere, but their shapes were distorted beyond human form, hairs growing from all over their bodies began to wriggle, and sarcomas and eyes grew on their mutated limbs.
These are no longer humans, but dream beasts.
The white wolf's last counterattack was astonishingly crazy, including the opposite Harris, the burly beast's eyes were full of tyranny and bloodthirsty, and there was no trace of human consciousness.
They didn't want to live at all, and at this desperate moment, they used all their power for revenge.
"Roar!"
Harris roared up to the sky, and then slammed the ground with a thud, and the pavement shattered.
With a grin, he swept away and threw the bodies of the hunters into the water below.
"Pfft!"
Ji Zhixu heard the sound of the corpse falling into the water, and looked down subconsciously, but saw a faint vortex forming in the sewage.
An ominous omen flashed in her mind.
Closing her eyes, she recalled that Harris never stayed away from this pit during the battle, and kept pushing the bodies of those dead hunters into the pit, intentionally or unintentionally, during the battle.
Not right! He did it on purpose!
They deliberately guarded here, making them think it was a destroyed hatchery, but it wasn't!
Ji Zhixu suddenly opened his eyes and saw a lightning flash across the sky, illuminating Harris's face.
A smug smile appeared on the face of the beast: "The sacrifice is enough..."
Harris opened his arms, and in the water stream below, blood-red rays of light lit up, forming the shape of a magic circle, and then the rays of light extended into a straight line, pointing in one direction.
The other four points also converged, eventually all falling on the real incubator.
"Crack clap..."
The incubator gradually burst, the crystal flower in the middle bloomed completely, and a small scarlet dot appeared in the middle of the smooth mirror surface in the center, and then it smudged open, the mirror surface cracked, like a broken shell, and there was a bottomless abyss below.
"boom!"
A scarlet lightning flashed from bottom to top, splitting the entire pitch-black rain curtain in half.
Ji Zhixu raised his head suddenly, his pupils shrank in an instant, and his hair stood on end.
In the clouds, a huge humanoid creature with a length of nearly a thousand meters slowly stood up, and lightning gathered around it.
His whole body is covered with slippery scales, his head is twisted like a human, his nose is very long, and he keeps squirming, his mouth grows with protruding teeth, and his bloated body is like a mountain. Makes a sound like thunder.
The rain fell on him and flowed down like a waterfall.
Harris burst into laughter, with frenzy in his eyes, and raised his arms and shouted: "God! The great god of rain! Celebrate, he was born hahahahaha!"
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Note: The prototype of the god of rain is Chak, the god of rain and thunder and lightning in Mayan mythology, and also Terraloc in Aztec mythology, with the image of Dian Ke.