That's not a game

"Mr. Zhongli, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Xiaoge was walking along following the prompts left by Mandrill, but suddenly, just as he asked, something seemed wrong with Zhong Li, who had been following behind him just now.

Because the opponent suddenly fell flat.

Lin Xiaoge looked at Zhongli who fell face down on the ground and ate a mouthful of mud, and felt something was wrong.

I don't know if it was his illusion, just now Zhongli seemed to have lost his soul in an instant, that's why his body fell down like a robot that lost its energy.

"Mr. Zhongli?"

Lin Xiaoge walked to the side of Zhongli who had fallen on the ground, patted the other person's head lightly, and called out tentatively.

The other party, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly paused, raised his dirty face covered in mud, and asked hesitantly, "Just...what happened?"

"It's nothing. You were following me, but for some reason you suddenly fell to the ground. Mr. Zhongli, you really hurt your brain, right?"

Lin Xiaoge touched Zhongli's head hesitantly, the latter hesitated for a moment, and suddenly grabbed Lin Xiaoge's hand, holding it very tightly.

"Don't go, doctor."

"Huh?" Lin Xiaoge patted Zhongli's dirty face with the other hand with a strange expression, and asked in doubt, "Mr. Zhongli, why are you speaking in doubt? I'm right here, and I didn't leave."

Zhong Li paused, shook his head, and shook off all the mud on his face, then patted his head and stood up.

"I... I don't know what's wrong, it seems like I suddenly lost consciousness just now."

"Mr. Zhongli, you must have been beaten in the head by someone before, right?"

"No...my thinking is very clear, forget it, let's hurry up and catch up with Ah Yan."

Zhong Li shook his head and said so.

Lin Xiaoge, who was concerned about Ah Yan, didn't pay too much attention to this issue, but just patted Zhongli on the shoulder, "If you feel any discomfort, please rest for a while and then follow up. I will take a step first."

After speaking, Lin Xiaoge continued to follow the prompt left by Mandrill and left.

Zhongli, who stayed here, patted his head in doubt.

"Just now... how did it feel?"

Zhong Li frowned, just now he suddenly lost consciousness, as if he had drifted far away, and it seemed as if someone was calling him far away.

Zhongli has never experienced this feeling.

Therefore, he was a little afraid, whether his brain was really broken by someone.

However, seeing Lin Xiaoge's back gradually leaving, Zhongli didn't think about it that much.

"Let's hurry up and follow the doctor."

"Yes, follow up and protect him, Zhongli, don't let yourself regret it."

A voice suddenly sounded behind Zhongli after Zhongli jumped up to catch up with Lin Xiaoge's sea of ​​consciousness.

Leaping into the air, he paused and looked behind him.

There, there is nothing.

"Illusion?"

Although Zhong Li wondered why the voice was so similar to his own, he didn't pay much attention to the fact that Lin Xiaoge had already left. Following the prompt, he chased Ah Yan who was leaving.

……

On the other side, in the timeline, in the cave below the salt in the ground, Zhongli had already been lying in the center of a strange altar, like a sacrifice.

On the side was Heulia with an unbelievable expression.

She gritted her teeth, looked at Zhongli who had lost her breath on the altar, and cried bitterly.

"Why? Could it be that even one of the seven gods who have ruled the world for the longest time can't be used as fuel to take me back to the past?!"

This space-time travel seems to...failed.

When Zhongli's accumulation of more than [-] years as an emperor was burned as pure fuel, the door that was like a secret place that could take her to the past was not opened.

Around the altar, the magic circle representing success is clearly lit up, but the door of the vortex, which is like a secret realm, has not been opened.

The lighting of the circle means sufficient fuel.

But the door to the past has not been opened, as if it has been locked from the inside, and it cannot be opened from the outside at all.

This is a door that cannot be opened even with Morax, who has been in power for thousands of years, as fuel!It is a door that cannot be opened except by that person!

Heulia finally realized this.

Her heart was ashamed, and not far away, the young master gritted his teeth and clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

After all, his mission is to win Morax's God's Heart.

But now, the divine power acquired by Moraxel for thousands of years in power has been turned into fuel for this oolong, and the God's Heart used to store the divine power may also become an empty shell.

Not far away, several people in the air couldn't help sighing.

They all realized that this farce called time travel led by Heulia might have failed completely.

And the price paid for failure is very likely... the death of the rock king—Morax.

Looking at the lifeless Zhongli on the altar, Kong couldn't help pursing his lips tightly. He didn't know why the other party would sacrifice his life for a time and space travel with extremely low probability without hesitation.But...he admired the other party very much, but also felt a little pity for the other party.

Because the behavior of the other party seemed to be foolish and foolish.

"Ugh……"

Sora sighed for a long time, and was about to say let's get out of here.

But suddenly, his eyes moved to the throne where Heulia was sitting before.

There, there are some traces that were not there before.

"Could it be..."

Kong's eyes glanced at the silent Zhongli on the altar with a little hesitation, without a trace of hesitation in his steps, he ran towards the throne that seemed to have more traces.

Several people present were stunned because of Kong's behavior, and all looked towards the throne that Kong was rushing to.

This time, they all saw that there were some traces on the back of the throne that did not appear before.

At this moment, everyone thought of the same possibility as Konglian!

But as the first person present to notice this trace, Sora naturally came to the throne before everyone else, stretched out his hand to wipe off the dust on the back of the throne, and looked at the trace on the back of the throne.

Those were some characters engraved by someone who didn't know how many years ago, they are characters of this era.

Now that many years have passed, the words on the back of the throne belonging to this era seem so simple, as if someone left these words from this era to another era.

Kong, on the other hand, read these words slowly.

"Ayan, you succeeded."

At this moment, Heulia finally cried out.

She couldn't go back to the past, but... Her friend burned her divine power and life, and went back to the past through the crack of the door in the form of a soul.

And this friend of hers will definitely... Carry her will to reverse everything completely.

Chapter 25 Self-blame will eventually turn her weak into a sculpture of white salt

"Ah Yan..."

Lin Xiaoge looked at the white salt under her feet and frowned involuntarily.

Following the reminder left by Mandrill, he has come to the salt of the earth, but this is the salt of the earth during the current war of the demon gods, not as peaceful as the salt of the earth thousands of years later.

On the surface of the salt in the ground, there are all kinds of miasma and evil gas, and it is impossible to see what is going on inside the salt in the ground.

This is something that the previous village did not have at all. Under this level of miasma and evil, human beings simply cannot survive on the surface of the salt in the ground.

Therefore, the salt in the ground belongs to the people of Ayan, and they should be living underground.

But even so, Lin Xiaoge could still hear voices coming from deeper in the miasma.

"No--"

"Wang, I...we just hope that you can be free."

That was the voice of a human being, but those voices seemed terrified.

This made Lin Xiaoge's complexion ugly for a while, because he remembered that Ah Yan's people wanted to let the weak Ah Yan die in their hands, so that Ah Yan would no longer have to be deeply hurt because of his weakness. suffering from war.

This is not beyond comprehension, as it is in some war-torn areas of the 21st century.

It may be true that children born in those places were never born.

However, that is under normal circumstances.

But now, Lin Xiaoge is here, how can he tolerate that period of history recurring again.

Therefore, he rushed into the miasma without hesitation.

He communicated with the leylines, sacrificed a strand of his own hair, summoned a tiny flower of the leylines and put it in his hand. The flower of the leylines bloomed with a faint light, protecting Lin Xiaoge from the disturbance of the miasma.

However, those who crawled out of the underground space were not so lucky.

They fled blindly from where they used to live, and broke into this miasma like headless chickens. Most of them couldn't bear the poison in the miasma, and they became poisoned while breathing, and fell powerlessly into the miasma.

Among them, one "lucky guy" saw Lin Xiaoge who was safe and sound in the miasma, and immediately wanted to escape towards Lin Xiaoge.

However, the miasma he inhaled while breathing had already reached its limit.

The poison brought by the miasma caused him to fall at Lin Xiaoge's feet.

Lin Xiaoge ignored this person, raised her foot, stepped over him, and was about to walk deeper into the miasma.

However, when he raised his foot and stepped over the other person's body, there was a begging voice from the other person.

"Who can come to save... save that weak king, we... really didn't do it on purpose, we just want the king... to be relieved."

Lin Xiaoge paused, turned his head and glanced at the other person, only to see that the man had lost his vitality, and kept stretching out his hand to the sky, turning into a sculpture made purely of white salt.

Lin Xiaoge shook her head slightly, took a step, and continued to walk deeper into the miasma.

He knew that these people had the desire to free the king from this war.

However, how could the king understand the wishes of the people.

That weak king is probably still thinking about making concessions until the end of this war, so that her people can live and work in peace and contentment.

But her subjects couldn't understand the king's wish. They only felt that the king had been weakly bearing everything for them, and that the king should be freed from this war.

"Is it here?"

Lin Xiaoge, who came to the depths of the miasma, stopped and looked at the huge pit in front of him.

Below is the kingdom Ah Yan built for his people.

But now, her people are fleeing from the country they once lived in.

Lin Xiaoge took a deep breath, jumped into the pit.

In front of his eyes was a road extending to the lower part of this underground space.

And because it is located underground, the miasma has long since dissipated, and Lin Xiaoge no longer needed to support the flowers of the earth veins, so he dispersed them and walked deeper.

He opened the first stone door, and saw one after another human body sculptures turned into white salt.

This scene made Lin Xiaoge's heart tense again.

Could it be... with the power of Mandrill, he couldn't protect Ah Yan well?

Lin Xiaoge frowned, walked through the second, third, fourth, and fifth stone gates, and came to a huge underground space.

Here is the place where the people worship the king or make pilgrimages.

But at this time, the walls of this place were covered with granular white salt.

It was formed by Ah Yan's explosive power, and at the center of this power was Ah Yan.

It's just that at this time, she is crying with her head bowed surrounded by human sculptures that have turned into white salt.

"why?"

"Why is this? I obviously want to protect everyone?"

"I am your king? I want to protect you? But I am too weak, I can only give in and take everyone to hide here."