Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

total darkness.

The feeling of death is so strange, as if something is being pulled out of the body irresistibly.

The perception of the environment is gradually lost, replaced by a boundless coldness. It's like taking off all your clothes and walking in the snow, nothing can stop the bone-chilling chill.

For a moment, Nuo felt that he had lost the ability to move. He just watched silently, watching his body fall on the seat in the temple, and watching the people who had just left come back here to express their condolences in front of his body.

He should have responded, even if they no longer noticed him. But just like a person who has just woken up from a deep sleep, everything in front of him is clearly seen, but Nuo's mind seems to be still immersed in haze, without any ability to think.

So he just watched quietly as they held a simple and solemn ceremony, saw them take out his body, and then announced his death to the residents of Silvermoon City in front of the temple.

There are so many people outside the temple that even the smallest sound will become noisy when multiplied by such a base number. But the voice of the person who read out the will reached everyone's ears without any obstruction, clearly expressing his meaning.

Then the flow of people split to both sides under invisible force, and Nuo's body walked along the central avenue to the outside of the city. He will be buried with his former companions, thus declaring death in a social sense.

Although he was temporarily unconscious, Nuo's soul still drifted away with him. He listened to the discussions of the people around him, walked through the streets and alleys, and then kept looking outward until he saw his body being buried in the repaired cemetery.

Then, as if the last shackles to reality were broken, he felt a mysterious suction force coming from the ground. The source of the suction is the unknown river of forgetfulness.

……

"What a surprise..."

"Hey, I didn't expect it to be such a result. Without the Pope, you have to compete on your own ability. This is quite good."

"So, no matter what, it is imperative to open up to the outside world... I have long wanted to go outside and have a look!"

Among the crowd, Cornius couldn't tell what his mood was as he watched the carriages passing by on the Central Avenue. But when he asked himself, he still felt a little more happy.

After all, although he also admitted that Nuo was a great leader - it wasn't about what he did, but what he didn't do.

He has no family and no descendants because he does not want the so-called 'bloodline of the prophet' to be passed down. He gave up the eternal life at his fingertips, which made Cornius respect him even more than he understood.

People are such beings. They will have admiration for those who are similar to themselves but can do things that they cannot do, even those who are wise. But people's emotions cannot be the same after all, so looking at this scene, the young man just sighed.

Compared with these, he is still more concerned about the changes brought about by the death of the Great Prophet, such as the young man's desire for the unknown and fighting can finally be realized, and the changes that may occur in Silvermoon City. The life and death of those big shots had little to do with him, at least that's what he thought.

"Connie, I know you're distracted—but at least act serious."

A somewhat dissatisfied voice came from the front, calling back Conius's spirit. Looking at the figure of the girl standing on tiptoes in front of him, looking far away, for some reason, the young man said in a strange way.

"De'er, I was looking forward to the future. Maybe one day in the future, I will let a city mourn my departure?"

"……Yeah?"

Glancing to the side, the girl curled her lips.

"Then I will wait for that day, Dear Mr. Connie~"

Well, maybe as the other party has been expecting, he will join the new coach Damian's pioneering team. But De'er doesn't plan to go, she hopes to stay here, because her dream is to learn magic and become a priest, instead of going out to fight and kill, which is a hobby only boys have.

It seems that the two of them are about to separate, but people in Silvermoon City have a longer life, so this pioneering journey that may last for more than ten years or even longer will not be a farewell. Therefore, De'er just waved his hand in the end, congratulating his childhood playmate for getting what he wanted.

"There will definitely come a day!"

"But until then, I will reluctantly allow you to continue calling me by my first name!"

As if inspired, Cornius could not help but puff up his chest slightly.

Although strictly speaking, even he himself didn't really believe that he could do it, but what if?

Everything is possible. It is also written in the church scriptures that God says that nothing is constant in the world. The only thing that is constant is change itself. In this case, there is probably nothing impossible in this world, so Who says he has no possibility of doing great things?

The conversation fell silent, both of them lost in their own thoughts. In the middle of the avenue, the carriage drove out of the city, and the crowd surged with it. Until this long night passed, the Silver Moon City still had not returned to peace.

This is the beginning, but it won't be the end. This human city, which was originally located in a corner of the continent, will return to its original position.

……

slam-la-

The excitement belongs to the living and has nothing to do with the dead. At least for Nuo now, although many things involving him are still going on, they have nothing to do with him anymore.

Perhaps with the advent of the third era, some souls with strong obsessions during life can stay in the world after death and transform into an alternative life, but that is not essentially an extension of life span.

Because the balance of the physical body is lost, the characteristics of the spiritual side are revealed a thousand times. Those whose souls are bound to be affected by emotions due to extreme emotional retention, and it won't be long before they can be regarded as another life with the same memory.

But Nuo was obviously not among them. He didn't have any strong unwillingness, resentment or regret, so he was like an ordinary soul, being pulled to Hades by the pulling power of the underworld, and then fell into the river of forgetfulness. In the river.

The cold river water washed over his soul, and the current that was supposed to absorb his memories bit by bit was suddenly blocked. A few traces of holy power emerged from Nuo's soul, and then this power was easily isolated. But under this cold stimulation, the originally transparent soul body trembled slightly.

The memory was awakened, just like a handful of cold water wiped on the cheek in the morning, which immediately made the originally sluggish thinking start to work again.

"Is this...the underworld?"

Looking stunned, Nuo shook his head.

He had heard about the underworld more than once in the past. Even when the Bronze Humans were still there, there were rumors that although plagues and diseases in the world were released by Pandora, their source was the gods of the underworld.

Therefore, Pluto is also regarded by mortals as a god who is biased towards evil. Even in those human city-states that worshiped the Olympian gods, the existence of Hades was deliberately ignored. No one would carve a statue of him, which was considered an ominous symbol.