I was very awake, so when I left the room and walked into the corridor, he was as usual, except for the redness around his eyes, he couldn't tell that he had cried at all. He silently let the saint take him back to his room, the door was closed, and he had a premonition that the other party was about to speak.
"At least now, you can still cry in front of Aresi." The saint said, "At one time, you were not even qualified to cry."
I opened my mouth, he had a lot of doubts he wanted to ask, about his memory of those extra birds entwined with silk threads, the protagonist he had heard seemed to be the story of Arecio, and the attitude of the saints towards him. The saint seems to know him, but he doesn't reveal more. I vaguely guess that I seem to be special because he has some memories from ten thousand years ago.
But he didn't ask after all, he knew that the other party would not put the answer directly in front of him.
"Am I also a resuscitator?" he asked softly, and then continued talking without answering.
"I think, yes, I'm different from Lucy and Helgodon. I'm gradually remembering, the kind of very specific remembering, the pictures, the breaths, the sounds, everything, and I'm in remember."
He smiled.
"It's right not to tell Xixi, otherwise he will definitely help me. Xixi seems indifferent, but in fact he takes care of us more than anyone else, and we have become his responsibility."
"I won't take too long," he whispered at last. "I remember my mission. I am the guardian of the perch, and I will resuscitate him."
He has a clear understanding, so he doesn't need to talk more. Rutius turned to leave, and was about to open the door when he suddenly heard Zhen speak from behind him.
"However, if I feel very wronged, I will definitely go to Xixi and cry."
Ruzius pressed his hand on the sensor screen a little harder.
"When your emotions hit rock bottom, do you have to make others feel uncomfortable?"
I proudly blew the talisman paper covering my left eye.
"I'll go find Xixi tomorrow and cry!"
"… "
Very annoying! Whether it was ten thousand years ago or now, this longest-lived emperor has never been a fuel-efficient lamp!
Luzius returned to the room and found that Arecio was already sleeping on the table, and Hitomi's clone was still floating quietly on the light screen. He glanced at Tong, and simply turned off the screen, one or two, and looked at it.
Hitomi: "???"
He poked at Arecio, who was sleeping soundly. Even in his sleep, the other party slapped his hand away politely, turned around and continued to sleep. The automatic anti-interference ability has obviously reached the realm of transformation. Ruzius was not angry. He rolled the sleeping Arecio with a blanket and transported it to the bed. He also carefully packed the edges and corners of the blanket to form a perfect roll. The blanket rolled around, and with a thud, it seemed that the head had hit the wall.
"… "
He carefully observed it, well, not awake.
As for whether you will be beaten when you wake up in the morning, that is a matter of the morning.
The screen that was turned off stubbornly lit up again, and the phantom of Hitomi was floating on it.
[How about my guardian?]
"Everything is going well, he is a resuscitator after all, and he will be more awake and stronger than the guardians of the other two pillars." Ruzius replied, and then he confirmed, "Once he regains his memory, you will be able to stand up again. up, eh?"
Hitomi gave him a negative answer.
[No, I am the last pillar. Once it stands, it is a major event that will change the whole world.]
Ruzius frowned slightly, obviously not satisfied with the result.
"What other conditions are needed?"
[Acknowledgment, acknowledgment of "tinder".]
Ruzius then looked at the quilt roll where the dream was in full swing. Arecio obviously didn't know anything. Although many people said that he seemed to rekindle everything, Arecio obviously didn't think much about it.
"How to get recognized?"
[Only "Tinder" knows that, strictly speaking, the three pillars plus "Tinder" are all the forces on the dark side.]
[In addition, I have something to tell you.]
[Your resurrection from the dead is not what I did.]
This sentence made Luzius' pupils shrink slightly. He looked at Tong, and Tong greeted his gaze with magnanimity, indicating that he was not lying.
[I am the peregrine branch, the mother's eyes, patrolling and conveying everything that happens on the earth, I will not tell lies.]
[Our contract does not include resurrecting you, nor do I have the ability to resurrect you who died due to leaking the prophecy of annihilation.]
"...because I've seen Styx?"
[Maybe it's a direction, after all, there is no precedent for mortals who have seen the River Styx, anything can happen... I need to confirm, have you ever been in contact with the River Styx?]
The saint recalled for a long time this time, and finally shook his head.
"In that memory, apart from the words of the goddess, I can't remember clearly."
This is normal. After all, it is a mortal who enters the world of God. Except for the part that God deliberately helps him to deepen his impression, the other parts, whether it is the scenery or the feeling at that time, will quickly become blurred. Just like in the early morning, it is easy to forget the dream that you had last night. You clearly remember some pictures, but the whole dream seems to be separated by a layer of clouds.
[Then, it may also be because my eyes have been on you.]
Now I can only guess. Many truths have been mottled by a long time. Since the result of survival has been established, maybe there is no need to delve into it too much. Luzius could only temporarily hold this doubt in his heart, and he closed the light screen again without hesitation.
Hitomi: "…"
Throw it away when you're done.
* * *
My enthusiasm for the Southeast Branch seems to have increased, or rather, he himself forced himself to contact those people.
He observed the top of the branch and found that these high-level people have some personal feelings and thinking skills. Perhaps the retention of this feeling is to allow them to better deal with the outside world. The more low-level staff, the more he observes, the more feel terrible.
Different from the laughter and laughter of the headquarters, the branch that has been completely reduced to the worm's nest is usually quiet, and only when it is needed, will it deliberately make some noise. Once the investigation team from the headquarters is absent, the staff who have been completely controlled will hardly have any voluntary movements.
Arecio huddled in the pocket of the neuropathy, the neuropathy hiding somewhere around the corner. On the other side of the corner, three or five staff members gathered together, showing no expressions or speaking to each other, like stiff statues. Once someone came over, they would start a lively conversation. Theo's methods have always been cruel and cruel. .
The fur on Arecio's ear tips exploded a bit, although he wasn't so afraid of him after the silver cross, but it didn't prevent him from being terrified.
He slowly closed his eyes.
After all, Theo's means, he has actually experienced it.
in his former kingdom.
The tip of his ear was suddenly pinched, and Arecio immediately raised his head and opened his mouth to bite, but the other party was obviously familiar with his trajectory, and he closed his hand very quickly, and Arecio took a bite.
Arecio: "… "
He was so angry that he smeared his face.
"What were you thinking just now?" The saint let him smear his face and was not angry at all. Arecio only felt the moist breath on the fluff of his belly between the other party's words. He moved awkwardly, and finally he Sliding down, he grabbed each other's neckline instead.
"I didn't think of anything."
"... The temple has checked some of your previous things, and I didn't let them check." The saint said suddenly, and Arecio moved the tip of his ear, a little confused.
"Why didn't they let them investigate?"
"Because I believe that one day, we will be able to sit together in peace and talk about our childhood life and dreams." As Arecio watched, he continued, "I will tell you about the one who lived through my childhood. Water demon, you can tell me about the dream of the past. Maybe the dream of the past has been shattered, but we can still dream of the future together."
The saint half lowered his eyes, and in his sky-colored eyes, he began to have an unprecedented look of splendor.
"If we were born in the same era, if we had met in childhood, you would hold the holy sword to fight against those evils, and I would use magic to protect your back... I have fantasized about this more than once."
"Of course, the current situation is also possible."
Arecio thought about the neuropathy when he was a child, and felt that he must be much cuter than he is now, so he also yearned for that hypothesis. The topic eased his nervousness about Theo a little, and he scratched his pointed ears with his claws.
"Actually, Theo did the same trick in my royal city, and he likes it very much." Arecio said softly, "He likes to play with people in the palm of his hand, listen to their grief, watch them struggle and fall into despair ."
"...he did this to you?"
"No, it wasn't me, I was not qualified at the time." Arecio moved his ears, "I was appointed and cowardly at the beginning. Theo's target was not me, I was just a pawn involved."
He stopped talking, and recalling who he was once made him unhappy.
"But you broke everything with your own hands in the end, didn't you?" said the saint, "you have courage, and your courage influenced someone."
"… Who?"
"I."
I have been silently watching the staff member hanging the pendant for a long time. It is a young female from the Oriental branch with a smile on her face. Probably because there was no one around, the smile seemed very stylized. With the assistance of the robot, the woman wrapped the small pendant with silk thread and hung it in a conspicuous place.
When I came out, I first reminded the person standing on the ladder aloud.
"Hello."
In an instant, an exquisite disguise appeared on the other's face, and that little surprise, that little smile, suddenly became very real. Looking at this "real" expression, I feel chills in my heart.
"Mr. I? Do you need anything?"
"Can I hang up with you?" I raised my head and asked softly, "You alone, even with the help of a robot, still seem to be working very hard."
"Ah this..."
I don't know how the worm in this woman's body was judged. In the end, she gave me a smile.
"Then be careful, I'll help you hold the ladder."
I started hanging the dolls one by one, and the little bat doll was fluffy and had red eyes, and when I looked at him, it was as if Arecio was looking at him. In the pair of red eyes, he felt that his thoughts were becoming more and more chaotic, and the prison birds, courtiers, Beizhu City he had seen in the dream, and the layered thoughts came one after another.
[So, the blood race began to enter the city in large numbers.]
He hung up a doll, and the little bat circled in the air.
[The young king was successfully transformed into a blood race.]
He stretched out his hand to stabilize the doll, and the doll's red pupils looked directly at his heart.
[The young king set fire and burned the city to rubble.]
He looked away a little embarrassedly, and wanted to get off the ladder, but his hand moved and pulled the silk thread. It turned out that his hand was tangled in the silk thread at some point. I exerted a little force, and those silk threads bound him firmly.
[The young king set fire and burned the city to rubble.]
[The young king set fire and burned the city to rubble.]
[The young king caught fire—]
He lowered his head, but his bound hands began to gain strength. Before the women on the ground asked, he had used all his strength, and in a sound of breaking that seemed to be extremely loud, a long list of dolls that had been hung up and were implicated in each other fell one after another, as if they were flying, among the falling dolls , he took off the talisman paper on his forehead with the free hand.
The memory of the emperor who is longer than a thousand years will come flooding back—
He remembered that he had made a decision, and that day there was no wind or rain. Under the gloomy sky, above the hall that had been devoured by the temple, countless foreign "insects" flickered in their eyes and whispered. There are already very few loyal ministers, and the eastern branch that has been closed for thousands of years is simply unable to resist the engulfment of the outside world.
But he deserves to have something he can do, and he deserves to have something to do.
"Insect" whispered and gave a surprised look at the heavy sarcophagus that appeared in the courtroom and replaced the throne. They didn't know what the emperor's son, who was already under control, meant, and the emperor's son was long overdue at this time.
He has already ingested the blood of zombies brought to him by the saints, and in this war of salvation, he entered the scene at the end with the momentum of turning the tide.
The emperor looked at the gloomy sky outside, the wind was not coming, but there were thunder, clouds, and his voice.
Sitting on the heavy sarcophagus, he smiled down, spread his arms, and let his broad sleeves drop like a bird's wings. However, he was very different from before, with pale complexion, fangs on his lips, and a red at the end of his eyes... This completely belonged to the dark appearance, which made the people in the temple below slightly uneasy.
Their unease soon became a reality.
The emperor opened his arms and asked with a smile—
[I will be forever.]
[you…]
[Are you not happy?]