Players' NPC boss

Just after Blaze left, Chiron continued the work that he had interrupted before.

Observe the centaur fetuses, delete and correct any error information, repeat this process until every centaur fetus becomes a perfect newborn.

The chicken followed Chiron all the way, observing his behavior. When Chiron finished the examination of the last centaur fetus, he slowly spoke.

"You should know that no matter how kind a life is, it will become evil due to the influence of the acquired environment."

"I concluded from the observation of the known ecology in the Age of Gods that it becomes ferocious and cruel because there are too many threats in the acquired environment, and it has to become ferocious to compete for living space."

"So while the centaurs have strong physical abilities, they are also omnivores and will not compete with any creatures for living space. And I have been observing the centaurs, trying to eliminate the irreversible ferocity of the centaurs as much as possible."

The chicken nodded, and at this moment the chicken was no longer the stupid look in front of Blaze. She looked stern, like a high-ranking person.

At this moment, she is the stillborn high-sky rooster, Vidfornir.

"The reason why you appeared in the Hundred-birth Ganges and saved Nessus was to prevent the centaur's blood from being eroded by the evil god's blood."

"The evil god's blood is a dangerous substance. Whether Nessus is swallowed by the evil god's blood or eroded by the evil god's blood, it will cause extremely serious consequences."

"What about you? Are you not affected by the evil god's blood?" Vidofolnir narrowed his eyes, as if he wanted to see through Chiron.

"The evil god's blood cannot erode non-living things. I will not be affected in any way."

Chiron stretched out his arm, and after a burst of light, his flesh and blood body turned into metal. This is not to turn the body into metal, but to add a layer of deception outside the metal.

The Chiron in front of him is undoubtedly an iron lump. The evil god's blood will erode the earth that can give birth to life, but it can't do anything about mineral metals.

But Vidofolnir doesn't think so. The Chiron in front of him is undoubtedly Sagittarius, who will fall because of the evil god's blood, and is also the last constellation that needs to be returned.

This is the fate observed by the golden sea of ​​trees that extends its branches to the past and the future.

Chiron's current state can only mean one thing, he has not yet become a Sagittarius.

Blaze was supposed to be the last to attack Sagittarius, but Blaze came too early, so early that Chiron's soul was not even born.

"This is a big trouble."

...

"Do you have something to say to me?"

Nessus could clearly feel Blaze's gaze, and in order not to affect Blaze's next state, he took the initiative to open the topic.

"This is what happened to my friend."

Nessus stopped and looked at Blaze seriously.

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Okay, this is what happened to me." Blaze spread his hands. He also felt that his statement was a bit outrageous, but this was also because he really didn't know how to start.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe in the artificial creation of life.

You know, thousands of years ago, there was alchemy that tried to create life, that is, artificial people. But to this day, the most important soul of life has not been created.

The method those alchemists came up with was a prop called the Philosopher's Stone, which can give artificial people souls and even resurrect the dead. And the Philosopher's Stone is made of souls, and it still doesn't get around the fact that souls can't be created.

"If one day, you find that your birth is fake and artificially created, and maybe even the words that encourage you are put into your mind by others when you are born, what will you think?"

"...Isn't this too detailed? You might as well just say who created us centaurs."

Blaze fell into silence, and Nessus patted Blaze's shoulder seriously.

"Take my advice, you should speak directly in the future."

Blaze rubbed his arms awkwardly. He was really not good at this kind of language temptation. Forcing yourself to try something you are not good at will lead to the current situation.

"That's what I mean, so what do you think?"

"This is very reasonable."

Nessus put his hands on his waist and said something unexpected.

"What kind of answer is reasonable?"

"Think about it, aren't we centaurs too keen on the joy of giving birth to life? This may be our instinct telling us that we can't reproduce like other creatures, so we use this method to fill this instinct."

Nessus seemed to have thought about this question a long time ago and got the answer. As he spoke, he ran slowly on the grass with a brisk pace.

"But your question is really sharp, and it seems to deny the birth of centaurs, but to me, there is actually no difference."

"You can't choose how you were born, but you can choose how you look at your birth. Maybe I was created in some strange way, maybe my birth was false, but I can be sure that I am still alive."

"Life may not determine its own death, but we can decide whether we are alive at this moment."

"As long as we are still alive, everything is meaningful."

"Is this an escape?" Blaze smiled helplessly. Nessus did not directly answer his question, but just expressed the relaxed idea that he was living a good life now.

"Then you are also obsessed with trivial matters. Why do you think so much when you are alive and well? Don't you have enough troubles?" Nessus shrugged and showed off his beautiful muscles.

"Instead of worrying about these things, I would rather exercise your muscles. You will not have any more random thoughts when you see yourself getting better day by day."

The wind blew across the grass, bringing the breath of life.

Blaze couldn't help but look at the sun in the sky. He was so shaken by Chiron's creation of life because he knew something, but he didn't know how to face it. He felt confused and panicked.

So much so that he didn't dare to think about it.

Now he suddenly felt that those things were not so important. He was down-to-earth, feeling the passage of time and listening to the beating of his heart.

He was alive, and whether he was alive was up to him.

"But if the centaurs were really created by someone, then I still have something to complain about." Nessus' tone changed and complained, "What's a centaur? It directly describes our appearance, just like calling a plate a plate and a tree a tree."

"Name, what about our name? Maybe our race is centaurs, but we are a nation. Even pigs are divided into several types."

"This is indeed a problem... What do you think of the Centaurs?"

"Oh, this ambiguous word is pretty good. It sounds very powerful."

Blazer and Nessus walked towards the sea of ​​​​serpents while talking and laughing, and then fled in a panic under the siege of the sea of ​​​​serpents.

Today is also a day of trying to live.