The Riddler Get Out of Terra

But he has smooth iron-gray hair that hangs down from his neck to his shoulders. The hair is of excellent quality and sparkles in the sun.

His face was as white as lotus calyx and as white as jade, and his lips were painted with vermilion like blood. He smiled slightly at Tallulah, and his neat waxy teeth revealed some pure white outlines, and his every move was full of natural beauty.

There is always a kind of person who can stand out from the crowd just by standing still. Others, even if they are graceful and graceful, must carefully maintain their bodies and use foreign objects to cover up the imperfections in their bodies that cannot be dissipated. But that person stands still, with a fair face. There are no freckles or spots, and the clean blood color paints a healthy luster on the face. The first time you see it, you can't forget it.

The person in front of me is such a person.

His beauty is like an incomparably sharp demonic knife. It can cut gold and jade as easily as it takes no time. It is as easy as blowing hair to make a decisive decision. The first sight of it will cut through the mind of the viewer who knows nothing about it. Wait until you see the bright white beauty. When I walked out, I found that the vital parts were already covered with wounds and were bloody.

pain.

The casual smile at the corner of the red lips is poison that gnaws at the bones and erodes the soul. It melts into the blood along the wounds opened by the demon knife. It bleeds and hurts. By the time it is discovered, it has quietly seeped into the organs, carving eternal life. Unforgettable sentimentality.

"Ah...ah..."

Tallulah could hardly speak. She stared blankly at Tartarus's face, his smile reflected in her gray and red pupils, and her heartbeat was beating clearly in her blank head.

His hands and feet were sweating, and his delicate toes were pinched together, causing countless wrinkles in the quilt wrapped around his thin soles.

"The symptoms have become more and more serious recently..."

It was still Alina. The little deer helplessly covered Tallulah's eyes with his hands to let her get out of the beauty of Tartarus. The red dragon who woke up whimpered and buried his head in Alina's soft body as if to escape. on the chest.

"I can't help it. My situation is even stranger than Tallulah's. This is an inevitable side effect."

Tartarus didn't pay attention to Alina's usual jokes. He even didn't shy away from using Tallulah, who was almost completely replaced by the black snake, as an example, which was in stark contrast to Tallulah, who was anxious because of the black snake.

"Sorry, I found Alina and used some means to cure her, but at that time your eyes were the eyes of the black snake. I was responsible for the integration and could not let Alina go back."

Tartarus suddenly apologized seriously to Tallulah.

His expression was extremely sincere, and every line was filled with sincerity. The first time Tallulah saw it, she could tell that Tartarus was telling the truth. At that time, Cosiche had already developed feelings for her body. mastered.

"Speaking of which, I was really desperate at that time. I was thrown into the snow alone, without an arm or a foot. If it hadn't been for Mr. Tata's rescue, I would probably have died - even my last words were missing. There is no way to leave it to Tallulah.”

Alina said the hypothesis in a joking tone that made Tallulah's heart tremble. Miss Drake almost hugged her body with enough strength to break the slender waist of a deer, terrified of the lost friendship.

"Sorry, sorry, it's all my fault for putting Alina in such danger, sorry, sorry..."

Miss Drake's muffled apology sounded through Alina's clothes. Alina helplessly felt the moisture on her chest, feeling helpless for the sentimentality of Tallulah waking up again:

As the traces carved into Tallulah's body by the black snake in order to corrode her, sentimentality is already one of the best endings for Tallulah in Tartarus' estimation!

Fortunately it's not a bad ending.

Alina gently patted Tallulah's back to soothe her devastated spirit:

The gift of the black snake is not so easy to eliminate. In order to completely eliminate the hole left by the evil god Ursus, Tartarus almost "sterilized" her psychic structure from the inside out before letting Drak Mademoiselle was completely free from Coscich's incessant whispers.

But even so, some structures in her spiritual body have been permanently changed. If Tartarus hadn't sealed some of the spiritual energy from the four gods, would the Black Snake Tower have relied on these similar spiritual energy? The comeback of structure is still uncertain.

"It's okay, it's okay, Tallulah, aren't I sitting in front of you properly now? It's okay."

Alina comforted Tallulah. The fawn's slender body was obviously thinner than Tallulah's, but when the two stood together, Alina was the more mature one - she could be considered the eldest son of Cocoluo and her. .

"But saving her is not without cost."

The laughing voice of Tartarus made Tallulah raise her head suddenly, and begged with tears in her eyes:

"I can make up for Alina. I know many things! I can fight, I can speak Ursus, I can speak Yan Chinese, and I can also use Origin Stone skills! Please, please don't embarrass Alina!"

"The price is not these. I can speak Yanguo, Victoria, Letania, Kazdel, and Ursus. There is no need for additional translations. If I have the Origin Stone skills..."

Tartarus spread his palms in front of Tallulah. In Miss Drake's surprised eyes, the intense high temperature distorted the air but was firmly bound in a ball with a radius of two centimeters. Except for the air expanded by the temperature, the tower Tallulah and Alina next to Artalos barely felt anything.

The miraculous control of Origin Stone skills is completely different from Tallulah's ability to set fire to high temperatures on a large scale.

But Miss Drake's focus was no longer on this. Only then did she realize that Tartarus looked very similar to her in many features - iron-gray hair, straight sharp horns, and a thick tail with fireworks burning at the end. .

"You, you are also Draco?!"

Tallulah's rather surprised voice echoed in the cabin.

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"Maybe."

Tartarus was vague about this, or in other words, whether it was Drak was meaningless to the integration leader Tartarus.

His glory is the integration that occupies the entire western part of the Ursus tundra, the large-scale introduction of obsolete industrial equipment after cooperation with Kazdel, the gradual formation of a huge community of farms in the tundra, and the beginning of the underground infection base. The infected troops trained for combat - have nothing to do with Victoria and Draco.

"Sorry, I was abrupt..."

Tallulah realized that she had asked another question that was not easy to answer, and she had messed up again.

After the whole action, the red dragon shook its body in despair, and even the tip of its tail squeezed out of the quilt was weakly losing its vitality.

Alina felt the loss of her friend, and Xiaolu said goodbye in an understanding manner, planning to go to the doctor Tata to get some soothing medicine for Tallulah to recuperate her body, leaving Jolon and Tallulah, who had been unconscious for a day and night, to continue their journey. The topic was just killed.

The fawn's slender figure was still in sight, and Jorun spoke to Tallula, who was quite destined to Tartarus:

"Can I call you Tallulah? My name is Tartarus. I am currently the leader of the Ursus underground organization. You can also call me Tata. This is the nickname given to me by my friend Kazdel. .”

Tallulah nodded, and Jolon continued to tell her the whole story of Cosiche's conspiracy:

"I have heard that Ursus tried to attack Kazdaele. I didn't expect that you would occupy such an important position in Cosiche's plan. But for this reason, you have to pay attention to your own safety, Miss Tallulah. "

"Cosiche is a monster that has lived in legend for thousands of years."

He concluded: "How much does Miss Tallulah know about this knowledge?"

"A monster that has lived for thousands of years..." Tallulah pondered for a moment: "I heard that many ancestors lived long lives. Is he in a similar situation?"

"No, Kosiche is not an existence like the ancestors - otherwise what you should see is not an old man with an old heart, but a humanoid snake with a snake head - I have seen it Some of his photos, it must be said that even before death, he was still a handsome old man.

Jorun blinked, trying to liven up the atmosphere that had become increasingly gloomy since Tallulah woke up. Unfortunately, Tallulah, who was beaten by Cosiche, was not able to accept Jorun's kindness, and just smiled. The meaty smile showed Qiao Lun that he still knew.

The black snake put too much pressure on her. For a malicious existence that was everywhere and traceless, Miss Drake didn't even pay attention to how young the old thing's appearance was... and how abnormal it was.

"If you haven't paid attention to his appearance, then I think you have missed a huge observation point, Miss Tallulah."

Qiao Lun didn't care about Tallulah's bleak reaction as she forced a smile, and continued:

"If you are willing to observe the history of the Cosiche family in Ursus for a long time, you will find that this family has been in Ursus in various forms for thousands of years - yes, it is the same as Cosiche's. Legends generally last a long time, and their most distinctive features are their dark red eyes and their unusually proficient Origin Stone spells."

"Could it be...!"

The inexplicably familiar narrative quickly attracted the attention of the former victim Tallulah. The second expression of this afternoon finally appeared on Draco's face, and the heterochromatic pupils were half-dilated in shock.

"Yes, based on your situation, an astonishing fact emerges - as far back as the Hippogriff Empire, when the Ursus were still inferior people in the same situation as today's tundra residents, a man named Kosiche The evil god Ursus has already appeared, and has used some cruel methods to continuously invade other people's bodies, and is still surviving to this day."

"But how could he live for such a long time? The Hippogriff Empire is so far away from now..."

Tallulah retorted fiercely. She tried her best to find records about that ancient time in her memory, trying to fix the image of Kosiche on an ordinary Phedian with quite strange Originium skills.

But the only thing that memory can provide is the fearful expression of an old brown-haired dragon when he mentioned Kosiche.

The protruding scales were accumulated with worry, and the story of the Hippogriff Empire was regarded as history by Wei Yanwu. He was able to tell Tallulah, who was still a child, with rich experience, but when it came to the myths and legends popular during the Hippogriff Empire, Wei Yanwu , Lao Long deliberately didn’t talk about what he had seen and heard about the black snake.

"The Hippogriff Empire has been lost for many years, right? The only thing that can prove their former glory is the few and three Hippogriffs who worked for Ursus, a low-class man who used to look down on him - Ursus was quite humiliating. They were thrown into Liboli's category."

"When the Hippogriff Empire still existed, the Hippogriffs never thought that the ordinary Riboli could describe them. At that time, like Drac, they used exclusive nouns to describe the race that ruled the entire Hippogriff Empire.

However, Drac was able to maintain a little dignity in the battle with Aslan, and the Hippogriff was lost in history early, so all the glory was gone, the Hippogriff was divided into Riboli, and Ursus became Ursus. "

"Perhaps after a battle that ends everything, Draco will be swept into the garbage heap of history, leaving only Vaifan, and Aslan will be hastily thrown into the trash like the old master of Victoria who was defeated by them. In the racial categories they have tried every possible means to distinguish."

Jorum showed no awe when he spoke sarcastically about the ancient beings. He even directly used Drak and Aslan as metaphors, abandoning the morality that a defeated man who only had glory left clings to, and talking about it with a cold expression. He was an anatomy expert who performed the surgery, peeling off the skin bit by bit to reveal the messy and broken texture of the inner wall.

Tallulah did not refute - she was also not a serious Drac. She grew up with the Dragon Clan of the Yan Kingdom in Longmen since she was a child. She was kidnapped by Koxiche when she was a girl and became the young duke heir of the Ursus Empire. As for Deira

gram?

It only existed in the corners of the mouths of Wei Yanwu and Kosiche, with vague meanings that either aroused worry or aroused savagery, and never gave Tallulah much joy because of it.

How could she care about Draco's reputation?

So the topic continued, and after the discussion about the Hippogriff Empire, Qiao Lun continued to unfold the story about Cosiche:

"Even if the Hippogriff loses its glory and the Ursus Bear takes over, the monsters that have stretched over Ursus for thousands of years are still alive on this land, occupying one body after another and executing one plan after another."

"For example, this time, his target is Kazdaele. By the way, Miss Tallulah, has he talked to you about his views on the new emperor of Ursus?"

Qiao Lun suddenly changed the subject.

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"He said that the little emperor does not love the infected, does not love Ursus, and only loves himself."

"He said that this land cannot support all the Ursus people, and they can only go out to seize the land under the blue sky."

"He said that a chariot surpasses all the porcelain in the world and that war will never leave this land."

"He also said that my ideal is like Ursus' famous joke, it will never succeed, just like this land cannot tolerate much goodwill."

[Malice is a tide that never fades on this land, Tallulah, how much malice can your weak ideals and good intentions scoop out?Even if you can find a ridiculously high spot, a dry bottom won't yield any results. 】

It seemed that the Archduke Ursus's arrogant shouting had not passed for long. When Tallulah tried to recall, she would always appear suddenly from an unexpected corner of her memory.

There is only one gloomy tall figure on the dark throne. The dark background is as depressed and lost as Tallulah's mood when she recalled it. The scheming monster entrenched among the Ursus nobles stared at the young Tallulah. , devaluing her ideals that he had deliberately forced to mature into worthless.

Her body was in pain, and those concubines who were fully accepted by her were so frightened that every inch of their flesh was trembling. The figures covered in darkness in their memories all meant plunder and fear in Drak's memory - the black snake still deceived Tallulah. , all the memories it gave her came from the victims it had eroded in history.

The technique to find Alina was just a trap, and there was no kindness in the test given by the black snake - a newly ripe fruit hung juicy on the nearby tree and swayed, and it was difficult for the hungry Ursus to suppress his excitement. of hunger.

So...it cheated.

The knowledge left to Tallulah from the beginning was a sweet trap. The black snake trained and eroded these beauties whose beauty and temperament caught its eye in history, and then used these residues as gifts. To Tallulah, the next victim.

The fragments of memory seeped into every inch of Miss Drake's skin and muscles, turning into a backdoor for Tallulah to go further when she broke free from the restraints - you, Tallulah, have this willpower, but what about those guys who have already lost to the Black Snake?

They are never strong - otherwise, with the stunning beauty of the demon concubines and the unsparing efforts of the black snakes to cultivate them when corroded, there should be several more empresses in the history of Ursus.

When these fragments face the black snake that eats them alive... Even if you, Tallulah, have extraordinary courage, what can you do if your body remains motionless?

The vicious trap had been set from the beginning, and Draco, who was worried about the deer, stepped on it without thinking.

Her body was shaking non-stop. Just thinking of that cold figure in the darkness made Tallulah's body stiffen. Thinking about it, if she saw the black snake itself, she would have trouble even moving a finger.

The sunset was fleeting and had sunk below the horizon inadvertently. Charcoal had been burned in the wooden house at some point. Tallulah was clearly in a warm environment, but she was shivering with cold. Her hands and feet were so cold that they turned pale, and her palms and soles were pale. But he was sweating heavily.

——A very common clinical reaction in situations of extreme fear and stress.

Jorum took Tallulah's hand.

The sticky sweat didn't feel good to the touch, especially the hand being held was so cold that it felt more like a cold snake than the palm of Qiao Lun's hand.

But he didn't care, he even felt missed, and his eyes softened.

That was a story a long time ago.

When Jorun traveled from the earth to the land of Terra, on the first night, he was even more frightened than Tallulah at that time. There were rains of bullets, smoke and war, countless casualties, and it was a mess.

Just the pungent smell of the Originium gunpowder explosion made Qiao Lun, an ordinary college student, tremble with fear, not to mention the shock given by the corpses he used as cover.

At night, the loneliness and fear were even more piercing. Qiao Lun felt cold all over, and even began to think about whether it would be better to die instead of suffering in this hell on earth.

Of course, the blood demon's ability to keep warm was not as good as that of Drac, who had a warm heart. The poor half-blood was huddled in the pile of corpses, shivering like he was sick, but he never dared to ask for help from others.

At that time, Miss Shirtle, who still remembered everyone, discovered this. She seemed to have paid attention to Qiao Lun at that time, so Blue Dot, Stripe, and Iron Leather were seizing the time to restore their physical strength, cultivate their spirits, and Faced with tomorrow's suffering, Miss Shirter came closer in silence and held Qiao Lun's cold hand.

Just like how Jorun held Tallulah's hand at this moment.

What was it like then?

A steady stream of heat surged out of his two hands. Because of their inappropriate size, they belonged to children.

Neither Jorun nor Shirter wore gloves, and their skin was close to each other. The sticky sweat on Jorun's skin left clear marks on Shirter's hands.

Under such circumstances, Ms. Shirter endured the pain of ore disease and activated the Originium skill to regulate temperature.

Warm heat was transferred through the touching palms, like life being transferred from Shirter's body to Qiao Lun's body.

Even now that she has awakened and built an empire, and ascended to the virtual realm, even Miss Shirter has lost a large part of her memory, that warm palm will always be very vivid in Qiao Lun's memory.

Didn't I cry at that time?

When Jolon, who was hugged by Tallulah and whose shoulders were wet with Miss Drake's tears, recalled the initial goodwill between him and Miss Steal, his photographic memory of his psychic talent began to become unclear. .

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"Huh? At the beginning?"

In the southern part of Kazdaele, a tent was pitched on a small mound where poplars had begun to grow. The bright fire gave off a fiery red glow, illuminating the pretty face of Miss Steer, who was sitting on a square stone. Flowers are more beautiful.

She listened to Qiao Lun's question with a faint smile and recalled:

"You were crying so miserably at that time. You were hiding in a pile of corpses in the middle of the night, crying and shaking. I couldn't stand it, so I used the Originium Skill to give you some heat. Then you cried even more miserably, and you still held me while you cried. The snot is all over my clothes!"