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Chapter 1089 NO.213: Is this...this big project?

Thousands of years ago in the West, the moon was regarded as a symbol of madness.

Coincidentally, in another world, a land called Terra, a certain knight who faced the ocean also believed in it, and became more and more crazy in the process of trying to kill the ocean, without caring about anything else.

Skadi was not familiar with it. He only knew that the captain had been with him for a while.

But the crowd remembers, and the will of the crowd also remembers.

And Isamara, who once connected the will of a large group of people, still has records of that version from that year.

That knight's anger, that knight's paranoia, that knight's madness - the pain caused by each of his blows was transmitted to the bottom of the crowd's will through the victimized heirs, causing Isamara to see something in front of her eyes. Such a momentary vision.

But that was just a vision after all.

A knight's power does not come from the moonlight.

Although the coldness and sharpness hidden in madness gave Corrupted Heart the same impression, at the moment, what she was facing was undoubtedly a super-enhanced version that far exceeded its existence.

The green light spots converged into a huge flow of light. Once they waved, they cut off the waves, and when they waved twice, they cut off the ocean. Three times?
There is no third time.

Broken waves and chaotic tides declare the danger of the ocean. Above the pale, cold moonlight, the crooked hook of the waning moon is gradually becoming complete.

It's like the curtain is being lifted bit by bit, from a tiny incomplete arc to a pale disk that is getting fuller and closer.

Like the falling moon.

That thing that only appears in exaggerated screen techniques is huge and clear, so clear that even the bumps and color differences on the surface can be seen, the huge full moon with a green brilliance.

Eventually it stayed above sea level.

Spread that pale, cold and crazy brilliance to the ocean where there is only true silence.

"It's so...crazy..."

Isamara, who had only the power of the home court to repair her own tragic situation, lay on her back on the calm sea, watching the man finally give his response.

No doubt, rejected again.

After the original invitation was counter-sealed, he was once again rejected by the other party, so he helped Skadi defeat him in such a straightforward manner.

But maybe it wasn't a complete rejection. After all, it was also herself on the opposite side, and it was a dream that she felt a little reluctant to let go of.

And his choice is to try his best to save his dream.

Relieved, extremely disappointed, a little warm, and then anxious...

For a time, there were so many emotions pouring out of her heart that Isamara, who was supposed to be the voice of reason but had nothing to do with it, was in a state of bewilderment as she looked at the person carrying the big handle. Sword, Skadi occupied his field of vision step by step.

"You lost," she said.

With a stupidity that seems to take it all for granted and is clearer than any sea water.

This left Isamara even more speechless.

"It's time for this to end."

Skadi, who was as confident as if he had won by his own strength, was about to swing his sword when he heard a sudden voice:
"Sure, it's time to end, but not this way."

Suddenly, an irresistible pulling feeling and the mixed feeling of coming again made Isamara/Scadi feel uncomfortable at the same time.

The two opened their eyes together and saw Omer Linton standing in front of the instrument.

And Laurentina was standing next to him, staring nervously at him.

It's really not like her, she couldn't help but think so in her mind, with two simultaneous thoughts.

This thought immediately made her eyes widen.

"Have you noticed it yet?"

In her shocked eyes, Omer Linton asked with a chuckle.

"The imbalance of will will lead to the tilt of thinking, showing the assimilation of one party to the other."

As he spoke, he motioned for Laurentina to come forward and help her take off her helmet and the patches that were attached to her skin at various nerve-rich areas. He turned his back, took a few steps, and continued: "If balance can be restored, then thoughts will no longer be chaotic and intertwined, either synchronized or clear - but this is only a temporary measure."

"Expedient measure?" Isamara, who put on her coat and trousers again, looked at Laurentina pushing her long hair that was suppressed by the helmet, and then looked at the young man with his back to her.

This time, her heart no longer had such a strong urge for immediate contact.

But she couldn't help but think about the pale light that suddenly pierced the black tide a few minutes ago.

That gleam of moonlight reflected her eyes that were sinking towards the dark seabed, reminding her once again of her desire to kill Hai Hei and defeat him.

That longing was so paranoid, so fanatical, that when she came back to her senses, she felt unfamiliar and even more repulsed.

But she had to admit it.

The world was so wonderful, the power was so full, and even the inner feeling was so unforgettable that she could never forget it. An unprecedented sense of trust was conveyed from the blade in her hand, making her deeply appreciate that feeling. A famous quote that left a deep impression on the Bloodborne player community.

Aah, you were at my side, all along/Ah, you were at my side, all along.

My true mentor/My true mentor,

my guiding moonlight/The moonlight that guides me.

At this moment, when she faced the young man in front of her again, knowing the nature of the moonlight and the sharp blade condensed in the moonlight, she felt a little unexplainable complexity in her heart.

"As long as you continue this endless duel, another imbalance won't be far away, so I have a proposal to end it once and for all."

Compared to the turmoil in her heart, the young man always had such a calm look and tone, and said the words that would make Laurentina look at him.

"What proposal?"

"First, use Miss Skadi's cells to grow a body."

"Secondly, use Isamara's dedication ceremony to gently transfer the will. In this way, it is equivalent to separating Miss Skati and Isamara, and there will no longer be an entanglement of wills."

These words made the ghost shark frown slightly.

"This is your method..."

"Someone must have thought that that person might even be Dr. Rorschach, right?"

"Yes, that would be too risky."

Laurentina answered, seeing that the young man still had the same expression, she actually smiled: "What's Mr. Homa's back-up plan?"

"The two go together, thereby eliminating the spiritual imbalance that will also be caused by the cutting of consciousness." Omer also smiled the same way and said the words that made the expressions of both of them stiffen, "Miss Skadi and Isa Mara, I need to return to the land of Terra for a short time. I believe that the two of you can become a bridge for the truce between the two races - please don't worry, I know the biggest problem with this proposal, please let me finish."

Seeing that the two of them were about to speak, the young man interrupted them first.

"Miss Isamara, I am willing to give you all the knowledge you want, even a copy of personality simulation data for the imitation and learning of large groups of wills."

He said to 'Scadi': "But this is an exchange. I want to exchange a promise from you."

"A promise that will reshape the will of the flock, lead the tribe to the star sea, and find another home."

"I believe that this is not difficult for you and the entire Haihe group."

After all, they were created to transform the planet's environment from the very beginning.

As long as you can touch even one planet with relatively rich elements after crossing the star pod, the heirs will be able to spread their branches.

"Can I ask a question?" Suddenly, Skadi said.

This tone was slightly softer than before, causing Laurentina to cast a subtle look at her.

"Please say."

"Can your world tolerate large groups of people?"

"...It seems, it seems...probably..." Omer raised his hand, touched his chin, and twisted the bridge of his nose, falling into a brief confusion.

Thinking about the current Star Alliance, the actual leaders of the Federation, and the development of the wild galaxy over there, he spoke hesitantly:
"...It's really okay."

"But I have to ask a professional for reference."