When Valoran meets the hero of American comics

The hill where the corpses were piled up was rugged and steep, but in front of Steve holding the head in his arms, it was as easy as climbing up the stairs to a tourist attraction.

As his straight body slowly moved upward, Steve's external appearance ushered in a strange change.

The battle clothes on his body disappeared, and his resolute face with a bit of wind and frost began to move closer to softness.

The height becomes shorter and the childishness returns.

In a few moments of trance, Steve, who was halfway up the mountain, returned to his teenage appearance.

I don't know whether it was because he was unaware or because of his inner persistence. The climber was not affected by the vision of reversing time and still walked unswervingly towards the top of the mountain.

As he moved forward, his appearance became younger and younger, and the effect of rewinding time became more and more conspicuous on him. A pale golden light shone brightly on his body, like some medicine bought in Chinatown to protect his health. Bronze statue.

Scarlet mist escaped from his pores and seven orifices, gathered around him and tried to return again, but was blocked by the pale golden light that seemed to only be able to pass through in a single layer.

They piled up in vain into blood clouds floating around Steve's body, and there were continuous wailings with different voices and desperate tones coming from inside.

Captain America, who is getting younger and younger, turns a deaf ear to the strange phenomena around him, and walks calmly towards the top of the mountain like a robot.

All the corpses behind him came to life under the interference of the scarlet mist emitted by the blood cloud, conveying spiritual malice and wailing, with the intention of stopping the marchers, but failed to achieve any effect.

Jhin looked at the other person approaching the peak. At this time, he had turned into a child about the size of a baby on the top of the mountain.

The only difference was that his fleshy, weak-looking little hands still held his mother's head tightly in his arms, instead of using both hands and feet to climb the corpse mound.

It is precisely for this reason that his upward pace is much slower.

His weak lower limbs could not support him to climb upright, so he knelt on the ground and slowly twisted and climbed like a flesh insect.

Such a dull play is not what the artist wanted to see, nor is it the scene originally designed in the script.

The corpses of the devotees twisted under the blood mist, turning into monsters with insatiable desires.

They will curse, feel resentful, and regret, and will use every possible means to arouse the regret, shame, and original sin of self-destruction in the hearts of climbers.

If you want to break free from their shackles, you can either kill and attack them ruthlessly and march all the way up, or you can leave your guilt and weight behind and move forward quickly without any burden.

But no matter what you choose, every step of climbing will be bloody.

Only this kind of blood can give birth to the most beautiful flowers on the top of the mountain.

However, some self-righteous guys interrupted the artist's repertoire, causing the development in front of him to take another "wrong path."

It is not a selfish path of killing every shadow of a giver that appears in front of you and complains that blocks your progress, nor is it a path of salvation where you cut out your heart, cut out your flesh and bones to repay the risk, but it is a path of calmness but not numbness. , guilty but not heart-wrenching path to detachment.

"interesting"

Jhin chuckled and looked at Steve expectantly.

He thought he understood the other person, and expected that the other person would still choose the "road to redemption" to reach the top even after he triggered the darkness in his heart.

When the skeleton with all its internal organs and clean muscles meets the baby at the top of the mountain, and the sharp ribs pierce his heart under his ignorant gaze, the magnificent scene like an oil painting will bring this drama to an unparalleled peak. .

Such a breathtaking beauty, just thinking about it makes Jhin's body tremble slightly.

Compared with the brilliance of Steve killing his cowardly and sinful self and being reborn in Nirvana, completing the ritual of the Blood Moon Prayer, sublimating himself and gaining strength is just a incidental gain for the artist.

But unfortunately, Steve did not choose this method of climbing the corpse mound.

He did not kill himself or dismember himself, but to satisfy the requirements of each demonized corpse owner one by one, relieve their resentment, and redeem their sinking souls.

Instead, he was indifferent and upward, seemingly never caring about the guilt and darkness that was suppressed deep in his heart.

The changes in his youth also reflect this. Every time he reverses time, it means that Steve has let go of the memories and past that have been deeply suppressed in his mind.

Of course, this kind of enlightenment-like mental cultivation is not something Steve can possess. He just used the help of the power projection of the "Eye of Agamotto" to take advantage of it.

"Put everything down, so where are you?"

Jhin looked at Steve's climbing back and asked, his voice was very low and did not reach the other person's ears at all.

It's not that the power of the "Fortune Master" has been suppressed, but that his words are self-speech.

Although the situation is beyond Jhin's control, the artist does not intend to take any forced corrective measures.

Just like what he said when he evaluated Sona, there is also unparalleled beauty in the chaos.

So he watched quietly like an ordinary spectator, curious about what would happen if the situation continued to develop.

Audiences with artistic accomplishments always hit the nail on the head when evaluating plays, and Jin is no exception.

He could see Steve's trickery, and also discovered the protective anchor that Ancient One had left in his mind, and he understood that these could not be relied upon by the other party to solve the crisis.

And, as he lets go of the past more and more, Steve Lee's final crisis gets closer and closer to where is "me"?

Even in the Buddhist concept of "emptiness", there are also statements such as "I am the only one" and "The Tathagata sees the truth".

Now that Steve has let go of all his past memories and persistence, once he can't find where he is, his final outcome will not be to lose his memory, but to lose his self-perception and die of mental collapse.

"Don't let me underestimate you, Gu Yi."

Jhin saw clearly that the only remaining solution was to let Steve, who had been transformed into a baby, kill the original baby at the top of the corpse.

But the result of such creation is far less than the gain of taking the road of redemption, not to mention the consequences of life being worse than death.

If he really chooses to do this, the exposed form will be that Steve becomes a flesh-and-blood tool with no desires, no real feelings, and basically loses all the emotional characteristics of a "person".

Jhin believes that the "Supreme Mage" cannot do such a crazy and stupid thing.

But he really couldn't think of any other good way to solve the problem, and he didn't believe that Gu Yi could really beat him in this aspect.

As a result, the "player" couldn't help himself in this entangled emotion of pride and self-doubt, waiting for the ending to be announced, with an intoxicated expression as if he had just drank a glass of mellow wine with endless aftertaste.

Holding his head, Steve finally twisted his body and climbed to the top. He calmly looked at the baby not far away, and the baby was also confused about the unknown that appeared on his peak.

After a long moment of silence, Steve hugged the head tightly, came to the baby, kissed his forehead, and then handed the head to the baby.

The baby was stunned for a moment, then took it carefully.

He held his head in his arms, grinning happily at Steve, babbling some words that he might not even understand, as happy as a carefree elf among flowers. .

Steve also grinned, making his baby-like face look a little calmer.

He used all four limbs and slowly turned around on the top of the mountain, looking at Jhin from a distance.

Jhin returned his gaze calmly, watching the other person giggling and laughing, transforming from a baby into Captain America in a tight-fitting suit, and then jumped off the top of the corpse mound without hesitation, like a fire fighter chasing the light. moth