But at this moment, the mottled and complicated memory fragments were frozen into a picture.
It was a dark cave, his skinny body lay on the ground, closed his mindless eyes, and fixed his life. His body slowly expanded, deteriorated, and decayed, and finally became a skeleton.
Pale and gloomy skeleton.
"I'm Turas, but I seem to be... dead?" When Turas realized this information, he suddenly opened his eyes.
After he opened his eyes, more information rushed in.
The unwillingness, resentment and obsession with leaving after his death made him crazy. And then wandering on that dead island, year after year. During this period, many people entered the island, and many people were killed by him.
Every time he killed a living person, he would go back to his burial place and sleep, waiting for the next living person to enter. As if he had become the scavenger of this small island, he had removed all the dazzling existences in his eyes.
It wasn't until many years later that he saw a living person again. The living person was so outrageous that he seemed to be wiped out by the living person in the end.
"Hey, that's not right. If I was wiped out, why do I still exist now?" Turas pondered this question, not even noticing the changes in the surrounding environment.
"But, I was obviously killed by that weird gun?" So far, Turas still couldn't tell whether he was an undead or a soul.
When he was doubting himself, a voice suddenly entered Turas' ears.
"woke up?"
This is a clear and light voice, and the ending has a long and elegant charm, which sounds very pleasant.
Huh, sweet
Turas was stunned for a moment, what a beautiful word, why did he suddenly use this word to describe this voice
Since he was trapped in that dark and dead desperate situation, all the emotions he could perceive were negative. Darkness, fear, helplessness, madness, and killing and death, these melodies have been haunting his memory. in fragments.
Let him sink and fall in the dark all the time.
He never thought that one day he would suddenly be happy because of the sweetness? This is a very small and subtle joy that ordinary people may not notice, but Turas, who has not felt positive emotions for thousands of years, has sensitively captured the changes in his heart.
This kind of beauty is indeed fortunate, how long has he not felt it
At this moment, Turas found that he seemed to feel the light.
I miss it. As if reuniting with a long-lost friend, Turas burst into joy and couldn't help laughing.
"What are you happy about?" It was Angel who spoke naturally. He could perceive all the subtle movements of Turas with his mental power, so he knew that Turas' smile was naturally overflowing with happiness.
Are you happy because you are new
"Your voice is very sweet, and it makes me very happy." Turas narrowed his eyes with a smile, not caring at all where the voice came from or who was talking. Withered consciousness, slowly glowing with new life.
"Thank you for your compliment." Angel said softly, still looking at Turas.
Thuras, who laughed, was even more baby-faced.
The handsome one is like the girl next door. If he had long hair in his helmet and changed into a woman's clothes, Angel reckoned that Turas should be able to seduce the hearts of many teenagers.
"Although I can't perceive your joy, if your happy emotions pass, wouldn't you mind sharing your story with me?" Angel asked again.
Turas laughed even more happily, and said vaguely: "Your voice line is in line with my voice aesthetics. So, I can agree to your request."
With Turas' approval, Angel did not force him to explain immediately, but politely waited for a while.
It wasn't until Turas's smile slowly faded that Angel asked, "Are you Turas?"
"I'm."
Angel: "Have you not been curious about who I am since you woke up until now?"
Turas: "I know who you are. Are you the wizard who killed me?"
"Kill you, do you think so? Do you think you are dead?" Angel continued to ask, wanting to see if there was any deviation in Turas' memory essence and thinking ability.
Turas thought for a moment: "I don't know, but I think you killed me and killed the me who was not like me."
"You're not like you?" Angel said with a smile: "You mean, you who are full of ill-will? However, I remember your nickname is the King of Violence."
"Yes, you killed the self that I hated, the self that I couldn't control. Speaking of which, I should also thank you for letting him disappear from my mind. As for the king of violence, it was just a The traitorous nobles I robbed, a rhetoric that I deliberately spread to the outside world, and I don’t know why it was still used…”
"However, I really like the title of King of Violence, which fits my naming aesthetics very well."
From Turas' dialogue, Angel basically confirmed one point. Turas's memory and thinking should be restored, not only remembering the things before his death, but also the things when he was dead.
It seems that the effect of Prelude of Reincarnation is really as Saunders had speculated at the beginning. Six white light bullets can only be used on one undead, and the final effect is to return the undead to the soul state.
Angel immediately took out the handbook and quickly recorded the results of the experimental subject.
On the side of the record, Angel also did not forget some things with Tulaskop: "After ordinary people die, there is a certain chance that a soul will be born. If the soul is not interfered by external forces, and there is great resentment or obsession before death, there is a chance Falling into the undead, the body of the undead is almost full of negative energy…”
After Angel's science, Turas said blankly: "It turns out that I was in a state of undead before, but now I have become a state of soul again?"
"That's right, the six bullets that let you return to your soul are estimated to be the only one in the wizarding world. They are extremely precious. Therefore, it is your luck that you can return to the real world."
After Tulas heard it, he suddenly realized. No wonder he felt happy before, because he is no longer an undead!
"Although you are now in a soul state, if you continue to be in contact with negative emotions and power for a long time, there is still the possibility of degeneration. Therefore, I suggest you not to be obsessed with obsessions. If you degenerate into an undead again, my bullets will be wasted. Yes." Angel paused: "Of course, I'm just suggesting, what you want to do is up to you."
Even if they fall again, they can add new data to the experiment. Therefore, Angel doesn't mind whether Tilas will fall again, but before falling, he must at least make it clear about that island.
"My whole body is very relaxed now, I don't want to go back to the time of madness..." Turas said in fear, after suppressing it for a thousand years, he understood the value of tranquility at this moment.
"By the way, Master Wizard, are we still on that dead island?" Turas said suddenly.
Angel noticed that there was a trace of anxiety in Turas' eyes when he said this. He shook his head: "No, I brought you out."
When he heard that he had left the cage, Turas' expression froze, a certain string in his heart snapped, and a clear sky seemed to appear above his head, and a heavy stone pressed against his heart suddenly shattered.
really left? really left!
Whether it is the obsession of the undead, or the wish of the soul, it is to leave the cage that shackles him! Now that he has really left, although Turas is not visible on the surface, his heart is already too excited.
After a long time, Turas calmed down.
Now that he has left that cage, where will he go next? Turas knew that all this might have to be decided by the wizard.
He looked at the surrounding environment, trying to determine where he was first, and was talking to the wizard outside.
It was a small room with empty walls and nothing but a colorful, church-like window.
Turas tentatively walked to the window, and when he looked out through the colored window paper, he suddenly took a few steps back in the next second.
He couldn't see anything else outside, only the raging flames.
"Could it be that I have come to the abyss of flames now?" Turas exclaimed.
Angel glanced at the micro-carved church in his hand, and then at the burning stove beside him, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
With a wave of his hand, like Frode, he also set up an illusion in Turas' room, with a bed, a seat and a book, and even put "The Sound of the Tide in the Devil's Night" on a conspicuous desk. superior.
Turas looked at the suddenly changed room around him with a look of surprise. He walked around the room, and finally chose to sit cross-legged on the bed: "I haven't slept in such a soft bed for a long time. It fits my furniture aesthetics too much. It's just that I don't like facing the front of the bed to the mirror."
Angel: "..."
Sound has aesthetics, naming has aesthetics, and even furniture has aesthetics? Angel suddenly felt that the painting style of Turas in front of him seemed to be getting more and more deviated. Sure enough, he was unbelievable. The mighty image in "The Sound of the Tide in the Devil's Night" should fade away with the wind.
"This room will be yours in the future. You can arrange it as you like." Angel said.
Turas nodded, and then said solemnly: "Master Wizard, you spent precious bullets to turn me back into a soul, and then took me out of that dead island, can you tell me why?"
"There are two reasons. First, I hope you can answer some of my questions. Second, you are my experimental sample now, so you naturally have to take it with me." When Angel said the experimental sample, he deliberately observed Turas. He was a little surprised to find that there was nothing unusual in his expression.
"Aren't you afraid?" Angel raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Master Wizard has worked so hard to bring me back from the undead to the soul. I think he won't take a lot of trouble to get me back, right? Besides, I'm already dead, it doesn't matter if I'm afraid or not." Sit on the bed, spread your hands and shrug.
"Looks like you've accepted your fate."
"I can't do it if I don't accept my fate, I can't do it, Master Wizard." Turas said helplessly.
"Not necessarily. You should have memories of the time of the dead, right? At the beginning, you killed a wizard apprentice of Baibei Shipping Company."
Turas recalled for a moment, but did not have any memory. Because his memory as an undead was very chaotic, and he killed too many people. As long as the outside world entered the ship, he would go to slaughter. He didn't care who was who.
"Is there? I can't remember. But even if there is, I found that I could teleport when I was undead. At that time, I might have killed a wizard apprentice who was not very good and turned... Now it has become a soul, and I can't teleport anymore. So how is it possible to fight against Master Wizard."
Angel wondered, "You can't perform space movement now? Isn't space movement your innate magical power?"