Then he opened his eyes, and he changed from lying on the ground to a standing posture. His whole body was covered with long vine rose flowers with spikes, wrapped tightly, from his bare ankles to his neck, He was almost out of breath.
The sharp flower thorns stuck in the flesh all over his body, and even the undulating arc of breathing would drive the thorns to scrape in the body.
He couldn't see his own appearance, but just by imagining him, he knew that he must be bloodless and extremely embarrassed.
This is no longer a mirage full of wind and smoke, but the top of the holy mountain in the old era thousands of years ago. There is a temple where all the people gather. There are 126 pillars, and each pillar represents a person.
And he was nailed to the highest pillar.
He is not some bronze commander Kevin Fassbender now, but Bright Phae.
The person who had been smiling was standing under the pillar, looking up at him, as if looking at a very valuable work of art. He has a very similar appearance to Guangming, but his temperament is completely different.
Even if they face each other like this, it's hard to imagine that once upon a time, when they were both children, they were exactly the same in appearance and personality.
"Now people will say, am I another you? The ordinary version of you..." The man looked around with a smile and sighed, "Unfortunately, they can't comment at this time."
Guangming on the pillar sneered and coughed up a mouthful of blood. He swallowed the blood and said in a low voice, "Mello—"
"This name will also be buried by me soon, and buried with you." Melo interrupted, "I don't need it anymore, and I don't need to be distinguished from you by name. In the new era, there will be only one, No one is qualified to give me a name."
The child who once held onto Thenis's clothes has become what it is now over the long years, and the docile and shy eyes quietly precipitated silent madness when no one noticed.
Back then, Thenis taught him to paint and carve, so he carved one tombstone after another for the crowd. At the beginning, big and small gave him blessings and strength, so he used them in turn to restrain the crowd. At the beginning, the three masters didn't give him a qualification, so he reached out to grab it himself.
Every time one is killed, his character will be inherited. Therefore, the crowd ushered in the last dusk.
By the time the sun goes down, Phae will be the last of the old era.
Where Melo pointed, under the golden-red light, countless souls wrapped in a grand flame-like light fell from the highest holy mountain one after another.
But Phaer is about to be unable to hold on any longer. After inheriting one hundred and twenty-five characters, Melo is already the highest existence. Even Phaer, who was born for light and fighting, cannot be his opponent. , so he was nailed to the stake.
"Actually, I really miss the days when I was a child. The shade of the Ana Holy Lake is my favorite place to stay..." Melo lowered his eyes and murmured to himself, then raised his head and smiled to himself, not salty or not Said: "Look, even now, I am still looking up to you. So don't worry, I will not erase your existence. People in future generations will still know you, praise you, and look up to you like me, not good Is it?"
He paused, and then said: "In exchange, you can give me one last gift..."
Light has both fighting style, so Phae seems to be more difficult to get close to and stronger than the others. And what Mello wants to have most is his personality, which symbolizes eternal hope and courage.
How ironic...
There is always a mocking smile on the bright face nailed to the pillar.
"You can still laugh?" Melo frowned, his voice was as soft and slow as before, not the same accent as Phaer, and it sounded inexplicably crazy.
The light on the pillar shook his head, and said in a low voice, "Do you know why you were not granted a qualification?"
This is a question that has troubled Melo for nearly a thousand years, and it is also a question that trapped him to death with his incomprehension, and it is a question that slowly ferments and eventually leads to him becoming distorted and crazy. It's a pity that the initial audience didn't think of this point, and when they finally understood this point, they couldn't answer anymore.
Mello's face changed: "Why?!"
Guangming lowered his eyes and said, "Because..."
His blood was about to soak the whole vine rose, and his voice was low, almost a whisper, and because of the occasional choking of blood foam, it became indistinct.
Melo stepped on the void and walked in front of the light. The close distance made Phaer's voice finally clearer.