Diablo Destruction

The world in chapter 1489

　　 Here... where is it?

　　 opened his eyes confusedly, and found that his eyes were covered with a white mist, and he could see nothing.

　　How familiar is this situation, it must be the guy with the salted fish sword who pulled me in without permission and playing hide and seek again.

　　 Wait, that is to say, I am not dead, not occupied by Elias?

Although I don’t know what happened later, it was the salted fish sword, or someone else saved myself, these can now be set aside for a while, and I will naturally know when I wake up or wake up. The most important thing is that I did not die. , This is enough.

　　I couldn't restrain myself, and I roared for a while, so I calmed down.

　　 is not good, the guy must be hiding in the mist now, secretly watching me agitated, but can't be grasped by it for more handles.

　　 I secretly guarded against the conspiracy of the salted fish sword, and gradually calmed down from the excitement of resurrection.

　　Leave the fog first, and pull out the guy who made fun of him.

　　Thinking like this, I tried to take steps.

Huh?

　　 something is wrong, what about my body?

　　I just discovered that in this dream space shrouded in mist, I am presenting a void ideology, and there is no substance at all, let alone taking steps.

　　It may be difficult to understand this way. It was also an ideology when it was pulled into the dream by the salted fish sword in the past, but this ideology has condensed into an entity, that is, it can jump around in its dream.

But now it’s like a God’s perspective, or more simply, like watching a movie or peeping into someone’s dream, you can’t do anything in it, you can’t even make a sound, you can only observe the dream from a bystander’s perspective. .

　　 This pattern is not right. Could it be that the posture of dreaming is not correct, leading to abnormal conditions? How did the salted fish sword work?

　　 I complained all the time, but there was nothing I could do. Xianyujian didn't know if he had found the situation, and he refused to show up. Was it because he wanted to see me look helpless?

　　 I wouldn’t let that guy do what he wanted, and it’s enough to get out of the dream, um, let’s see... what about the logout button? Why can't I find it, I shouldn't have strayed into a strange tower game, right?

　　 Waited for a while, and there was still no movement. I started to feel uneasy and wrong. If it was a joke, then the salted fish sword should also be enough, so far.

　　 Isn't it... this is not the guy who made it out, but another possibility, maybe I have actually been killed by Elias, and now my soul is in heaven or something?

　　 The more I thought, the more I was wrong, and it soon went out [this is another joke of the salted fish sword]. This light-hearted attitude began to be taken seriously.

The first thing to do is to first figure out the surrounding environment so that I know where I am. After all, it’s a hazy mist, and it’s a spectator’s angle that can’t move. I know a ghost. Who knows the perspective? Is there a zombies approaching slowly behind, who knows if there is a God squatting constipation ten meters away.

I vomited badly, but with the mentality of doing nothing anyway, I really started to stare at the mist, as if I could stare at a pair of titanium alloy dog ​​eyes. (With infrared version), it can penetrate the fog in front of you and see the old face of God with constipation.

　　 As a result, a miracle really happened.

　　Under constant and careful observation, the mist gradually became thinner, and the world gradually became clearer, and came alive.

what the **** is it? I was inexplicably surprised.

　　 is as if this is a fragment of his own memory. With serious and careful memories, he gradually remembers it and plays it in front of his eyes. Really, is it true that Ben Druid still has such a brutal ability?

　　With this new discovery, I was more excited and looked at this misty world carefully.

　　 Gradually, the surrounding mist seemed to live and began to surge. It seemed to be a world of silent movies. In the silence of Wan Lai, a slight voice gradually appeared.

I listened with my ears, it was subtle, but full of solemn sacred melody, like the bells of heaven, holy, solemn, grand, ancient, bright, delicate, touching, people could not help but shed tears of moving, Worship.

　　 seems to have the mist of life in front of him, and is also exuding a mysterious taste. Perhaps it is to tell me that it is not as simple as a mist.

　　Under constant attention, and gradually feel the truth and mystery of this mist, there is no reason, a thought flashed in my mind, or said such a piece of information was injected.

　　 This mist... with the taste of the beginning of creation, is present in this world... the oldest sacred breath...

I:"……"

　　What kind of joke, this tacky setting, could it be that too much mental energy was consumed in the battle with Elias, causing strange illusions in my mind?

　　 The thing I couldn’t calm down the most was that the majestic and sacred melody constantly echoing in my ears, and the mist that exudes an ancient atmosphere, had a very familiar feeling.

　　 Although it is an ideology and no body at all, I can feel that unconsciously, the tear glands in the eyes are not controlled, and the face has become wet.

　　 Where is this...I am...No, I am Wu Fan, a traverser from the earth, a pseudo-savior of the Dark Alliance Human Alliance, known as the Druid Wu Fan of the harem elder!

　　Almost lost myself, I was scared out of the cold sweat, and I wished I could immediately escape this world that made me confused and sinking.

However, the strong familiarity that seems to falsify from my soul makes me unable to tolerate curiosity. I want to continue to explore and make this world completely clear and give myself anxiety. An explanation.

　　 This kind of thinking has prompted me to dig deeper and deeper, as if to dig out a treasure chest buried in the ground and holding something important little by little.

　　 First is the corner of the treasure chest...then the lid...the half is dug...until the whole treasure chest is dug out.

　　 In the last step, I suppressed the fear and uneasiness in my heart and resolutely opened the lid.

In an instant, the mist rolled and became thinner, vaguely able to see through something, and the solemn and sacred melody in the ear was no longer flickering, vague, but like it was not far away A clock tower issued, so clear and true, so vast and loud.

　　In simple terms, the world in my eyes has been fully alive, and I can no longer feel the misty illusion of a dream.

　　 In the sparse mist, I vaguely saw a dark shadow on the opposite side.

I don’t know what it looks like. I can only guess and guess the size of a child. He sits on the floor with his hands on his knees, his head is deeply buried in his knees. After being isolated and bullied by his peers, he hides. The crying in the corner exuded a strong sense of loneliness and pity.

　　 sat there silently, motionless, and did not find my existence. It seemed to have fallen into a deep lonely sleep. It has been squatting for thousands of years and tens of thousands of years.

　　 This guy is really the strongest home squat in history! I said so.

　　 But why is there such a child here, what does it stand for?

I continued to widen my eyes and concentrate. I wanted to see through the fog and see what the child looked like. However, it seems that this strange and mysterious world, the degree of clarity is AV quality, so far, no matter how concentrated I am Spiritually, the fog in front of me is still so thin, and the bells in my ears have not become closer and clearer.

After trying various methods and opening positions, I finally gave up and stared at the blurry child figure in the mist. If I could speak, I would have yelled and squatted the little child who seemed to be squatting at home for thousands of years. The guy woke up.

　　I don’t know how long it took, and even I was affected by the opposite side, and my eyelids began to knock, at this time.

　　 "You really are here."

　　 Suddenly, a gentle and loud voice rang, constantly echoing in this world, and almost scared me to pee at the time.

For example, peeking at the H animation in the company. At the most exciting moment, I was suddenly excited and accidentally pulled the headphone cable down. As a result, the speaker who was sealed for a long time was fully fired, and then it was caught by the public. This feeling is not known. No one else has tried it. Anyway, it can be used to describe my current state of fright.

　　Violent... exposed?

　　 I hurriedly wanted to find a cave to get in and hide, but this **** bystander's perspective made me unable to even scream in this world.

　　 Wait, bystander perspective? Logically speaking, although I cannot interfere with this world, the other party cannot find me. In this case, is the other party not talking to me?

I calmed down and thought, as it was, the voice seemed to go towards the child in the mist. I saw the child squatting at home for tens of thousands of years, and finally slowly raised his head from his knee. Get up, staring at the front with a stunned look.

　　 did not answer.

　　 And the person who just spoke out was silent.

　　 Such a quiet and alarming atmosphere reminded me involuntarily.

Who is this person, obviously can't see its figure, but has a terrible sense of existence, when its voice appears for a moment, every inch of the world is full of its sense of existence, as if...as if in it The moment I came here, it became a part of its body, and everything in it, including space, time, and laws, was under its control... No, it should be said that it became a part of it.

　　 The voice is so loud, dignified, vast, inclusive, and can't hear men and women, because it has already surpassed the category of gender, but a kind of greatness representing the world, heaven and earth, life and death, creation and destruction.

　　How could such a person exist, where did I come?

　　I feel like I have traveled to the Jurassic, and I have seen the overlord of this era, the Tyrannosaurus rex, and my heart is full of panic.

　　However, such a terrible person didn't seem to discover my existence, which made me feel relieved.

Or is it that this was originally a movie, or something like a memory, this possibility is even greater, otherwise, I can’t believe that a person who can exude such a terrifying sense of existence, just such a magnificent voice, You won't find my little bug peeping into its conversation.

　　 All in all, let’s do it now.

　　 I calmed down temporarily and continued to watch the figure of the child opposite.

　　 was silent again for a while, and finally, the child spoke.

　　 "I... can I ask a question?"

The voice is full of childishness, but it has a sense of loneliness and maturity that does not match this childishness. There is even an old fatigue. Similarly, this childish voice, like the one just now, is full of greatness. breath.

　　 Such a small imp, and still squatting at home for thousands of years, is it also a terrible strongman? I was taken aback again. I was staring at it violently because I was very disrespectful just now. If it is found, I am afraid it will be smashed into scum immediately.

　　 Another voice was silent, and it seemed to acquiesce in the child's question.

　　 "Why am I created?" The child asked in a confused tone.

　　Although I really want to vomit, I feel full of feelings in this question, so you honestly ask why you should give birth to me, and why you must use the word [creation], but the strong loneliness contained in the voice makes me unable to speak.

　　 And for some reason, it seemed to touch the soul, producing a strong sense of resonance.

　　Why should I be created?

　　 Isn't it right? I can't be influenced by this guy, and I also became a secondary school student.

　　 reacted, I quickly shook my head, wiped out the inner resonance, and was shocked by the cold sweat, strange, why is this happening? What strength do I agree with, what strength do I resonate with, am I impatient?

　　 Faced with such questions, the opposite side remained silent.

　　 "I..." paused, the child continued.

"I, neither like my sister, possess the talent of [holy], nor as my brother, possess the talent of [king], and do not have the qualifications of a leader or the ability to manage race. Destruction and fear, such I appear, are not expected by their sisters and brothers, will not be accepted by them, even disgust and rejection."

　　After the child said this, he seemed to want to look directly at the person on the opposite side, raised his head a little bit, and said, "God, can you tell me, why should you create this kind of me?"

After a long silence, finally, the master of another voice spoke again.

　　 "Sorry." He said these words softly.

　　 "Because of my willfulness, I put such a heavy responsibility on your shoulders."

　　 It apologizes not because of [creating the other party], but to give the other party the burden.

　　 "Your existence has an inevitable meaning, and I cannot tell you now, but please believe me, your existence is necessary, whether it is for me, for the other two people, or for this world."

　　 "Really?" The child's childish but lonely vicissitudes of voice finally brought a touch of vitality.

　　 "Really, please believe me."

　　 "Well, I believe you."

　　 The dialogue seems to be over here, but obviously, it is called God by children, the purpose is not just to say that these are so simple.

　　 "You...will stay here all the time, don't you go out and see? The two of them have created their own race, and the outside world has become very lively and exciting."

　　'S voice is just like the kind parents who want to let the children squatting at home go out, full of entreaty.

　　However, the child shook his head almost immediately, and seemed to... smiled bitterly.

　　 "God, please let me stay here. I don't want them to know that I exist. I don't want me to be like this, but it will also make everyone uneasy."

　　 "How do you know if you don't try it?"

　　 God whispered in a whisper, as if the language was clumsy. As a result, the child was squatted at home, and the parents became awkward.

　　However, after all, it couldn't convince the child, after thinking about it, suddenly it seemed to think of something, and suddenly said "right".

　　 Then, in the mist, there was another figure besides the figure of the child.

　　 The figure of a sword.

　　 "How about letting it accompany you? It won't be so lonely." As it said, it seemed to say something to another person.

　　 "How about, my partner, can you stay here?"

　　 "As you wish, my master."

　　 The sword even spoke, and how did the sound feel very familiar?

　　 But the other party's good intentions over and over again, the child took the sword and held it in his arms.

"Hello there."

"Hello there."

　　 said hello and then fell silent.

　　 This is not enough, the heavy sword seems to think so.

　　 "Oh, what should I call you?"

　　 "Me? Anyway."

　　 "This kind of thing can't be casual. Nowadays, the outside world seems to be popular. Everyone has their own name."

"first name?"

　　 "Yes, name."

　　 "What about your name?"

　　 "Uh..." The sword was unexpectedly silenced by the generals.

　　 "It has no name. From the moment it was created, there have always been only two of us. I call it a partner, and it calls me the master, and the name has no meaning." God set aside his partner.

　　 "That's it." The sword quickly echoed.

　　 "Well, let's help it get a name, partner, is this okay?" God seemed to think of a good idea and clapped.

　　 "Cough, it doesn't matter what I do." The sword pretended to be calm, but it seemed a little eager to hear it.

　　 "What kind of name do you want?" The kid didn't refuse~www.ltnovel.com~ Thinking about it.

　　 "How to say?" Sword puzzled.

　　 "Should it be more concise or better?"

　　 "It's nice." Jian answered immediately with suspicion.

　　 "So, let me think... just... How about Everia?"

"Sounds like it's okay." Although I think the name "Evelia" is not at all related to the sound, but the sword seems to know that the child has no talent for taking the name. I am afraid that it will get worse. .

　　 "Sorry, if you don't like it, take another one." The child's sixth sense was particularly keen, aware of the reluctance of the sword.

　　 "No need, just the name, Evelia, um, Evelia!" Jian said quickly.

　　 "How about you?" Seems to want to end this conversation as soon as possible, the sword does not wait for the other party to speak, and immediately asks back.

"I?"

"your name."

　　 "Yeah, what's your name? It's neither [holy] like my sister or [king] like my brother. I who have no talents will only bring me unfortunately, um, just..."