God Emperor’s Angel of Death

When those unknown medicines were pumped into his body in large quantities, the boy felt as if he was in an ice storm, and began to tremble uncontrollably.

During this process, the restraint belt on the operating table firmly fixed him to the cold metal plate so that he would not fall to the ground.

As trembling and frenzy continued to squeeze his mind and body, his consciousness gradually became chaotic.

I don't know how long he finally got out of the storm, as if being carried into a warm and dull deep cave.

He lay there, continuing to immerse himself in dreams.

The boy had a long dream.

The illusion caused by pain is the first to visit. The pain of his whole body makes the illusion extremely sharp, and the large amount of analgesic injected into his blood vessels distorts everything.

Those sharp and incomplete dream shards are like scattered jigsaw puzzles or shattered mirrors, intertwined with segments of dark and silent coma.

The interweaving and collision of the two feelings is like a game between two king-killing experts-thoughtful and cautious offensive and defensive, long-term deep strategy, and the long time before the move Planning.

I don't know how long it has been floating around, the sharp edges of the fragments of the mind are gradually dulling, and those dreams have become more persistent and complex.

He started to have some very long and reciprocating grand dreams.

Those dreams are tired and menstrual years, spanning the years of generations, witnessing ice covering everything and melting into spring water, experiencing the complete consolidation of the sea and surging again, looking at the brass disc-like sun Galloping through the sky full of clouds, first shining, bursting with rays of light, then gradually dimming, turning into embers, and being wiped away by the breeze.

Day and night alternate, endless...

Sometimes, his dream is like an adventure. He sits in a fast-moving roller coaster and takes everything in the world. in the entire scene, but he also rises or falls often violently, and needs to hold on to the handrails so as not to fall accidentally.

Sometimes, in his dreams, his eyes will be restrained, and he will escape into his own flesh and blood, observing this huge body like a galaxy on a micro level, examining the countless atoms that make up the whole one by one, and his life Essence is broken down into the most subtle genetic information, like using a prism to subtly filter out its colorful components from light.

He felt that the organs and tissues all over his body were dissociating one after another, as if he had become an old wall clock, and every fine element covered with Geneva stripes was placed in front of the craftsman, waiting for maintenance and repair.

He is also like a biological sample. An experimental animal fixed on a workbench was first opened by a sharp blade, and then the internal organs were taken away one by one like gear parts of a pocket watch.

Or like an insect nailed in a wax tray, tissue cells everywhere in the body are placed on glass slides for people to study various internal mechanisms.

After a long dream brought him back to the cave, he often felt like he was reassembled into a completely different appearance.

If he is still an old clock, then his gear parts have changed the arrangement, some of them have been cleaned, repaired or replaced, such as the mainspring and escapement, transmission and The balance wheel, as well as all the fine levers and hands, are reorganized in a new and creative order, and finally the dial is firmly tightened.

These internal structures that made his face change are completely unknown to outsiders.

He started thinking about the cave itself again.

Here is warm, safe, hidden deep in the dark, away from the storm.

But did he really protect him when he was brought here?

Or is he just stored by some wild beast?

The most bizarre and rarest dream occurred after he had a violent twitch, after which a voice began to talk to him.

His sense of smell has recovered a bit, but the air here smells lifeless, like a dry boulder on the polar plateau. There is not even a trace of water that can turn into frost.

It is far away from the warmth and fire in the cave. When staying here, the boy always feels that his limbs are as heavy as lead filled, as if he swallowed a full belly of ice, as if some kind of cold liquid The metal flowing in his blood vessels has become his burden.

Even his thinking is slow and sticky.

He fought hard against this piercing chill, fearing that he would be dragged into the dying sleep of the lost dream.

However, his maximum effort seems to only make his limbs twitch slightly, even raising his eyelids does not raise.

"Don't move!"

This is the first sentence the voice said to him.

There was no warning, and the sudden words made him froze.

"Don't move!"

The voice was repeated again, and the hollow voice was still thunder when whispering.

It doesn't look like a human voice, it sounds closer to the rumble of an ancient horn, and every syllable has exactly the same dull reverberation.

"It's awkward."

"Where am I?"

"In a dream."

That The voice replied, and at this moment it sounded like the howling of a shofar horn on a distant lonely mountain.

"I don't understand."

There was a moment of silence, and then the voice suddenly sounded in the boy's right ear, as if the other party had just moved around behind him.

"You don't have to understand dreams. Dreams are like this. It doesn't need to be understood, nothing more."

"But why am I here?"

When the voice came in response, it already seemed quite remote.

"You are here to experience those dreams, it's as simple as that, so dream with peace of mind...This will help you kill time, dream well, it's awkward! I'm so annoying!"

The boy hesitated for a moment. He didn't like the threatening tone in that voice. The other party was obviously impatient.

"I don't like it here."

"Yes, none of you like it here!"

The next second, that voice is in the boy's left ear The edge sounded loudly. He let out a scream of horror involuntarily.

The loud voice of the other party is not only close at hand, but also a hint of howling.

"No one likes here."

The other party repeated another calmly, the voice lingering in the darkness around him.

"But because your body resisted the dream, many of you died! This is not what we expected, and we did not let you choose to die."

There was a long silence.

"Who are you?"

The boy asked hoarsely.

"My name is reserved for myself, not for you."

That voice is still so impatient.

"Then why are you still here."

The other party paused, then muttered:

"Because of you."

"How long have I been here?"

"It's been some days...Don't move when you're ready! Shut your broken mouth and don't bother me."

After speaking, a sharp pain came, and the boy's thinking was once again shrouded in the mist...