Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 583 Choice

Klein woke up at some point. He looked around in confusion. After seeing the figures of Renekton and Azik, he quickly stepped forward and said:

"Mr. Azik, here."

Azik looked back at Klein and gave him a gentle smile, with a very firm look on his face.

Klein silently took back his words of dissuasion. Even though he had a premonition, the things hidden deep in this mausoleum were also very dangerous to Mr. Azik, who had recovered all his memories and returned to his peak state.

The things deep in this mausoleum are obviously closely related to Mr. Azik. Even if he leaves today, Mr. Azik will come here at some point in the future, driven by fate.

As his thoughts turned, he heard Azik's voice:

"This is a question that has troubled me for more than a thousand years. Although I have some vague guesses in my mind now, I still want to see the answer for myself."

As he spoke, his eyes became clearer and firmer.

Azik raised his hand and pressed the half-high silk hat on his head, looked sideways at Klein beside him and said:

"Remember to close your eyes, the things inside are still too dangerous for you now."

After saying that, he stepped forward and walked down the stairs one after another towards the dark and cold depths of the mausoleum.

The surrounding thick black mist gradually dispersed, revealing something entrenched in the deepest part of the mausoleum:

It was a feathered snake so huge that it seemed to occupy an entire island!

Its body is covered with huge dark green scales, and feathers stained with light butter grow out from the gaps between the scales. On each feather, there are illusory black thin tubes extending out, connecting them. The corpses lying in the open coffins in the hall were connected with the "corpse collector" path extraordinary beings that were radiated by it.

This exaggerated feathered serpent is both illusory and real, and its more specific form seems indescribable and incomprehensible.

It, no, He is a complete mythical creature!

At the position of his head is a human face enlarged to equal proportions, which looks exactly like Azik next to him.

When he saw the appearance of this feathered serpent clearly, Azik was startled at first, and then his forehead twitched, as if a giant hammer was hitting his head, trying to split him in two.

The unbearable pain made Azik collapse and kneel on the steps, clutching his head with both hands, trying to use physical pain to relieve the pain of his soul being split in two.

The sound of heavy breathing echoed in the empty mausoleum. Drops of sweat slipped from his forehead and hit the stone slabs on the ground. They were stained with a layer of light yellow oil and gave birth to fine white hairs.

"No" Anhui Zhike whispered painfully, and the hand holding his head became harder and harder.

At the moment when the divided souls meet, they instinctively want to become whole again.

Silently, the twinkling stars fell down, casting a layer of starlight over the dark and cold surrounding mausoleum. A quiet and peaceful atmosphere spread along the starlight.

"Hu~~"

Azik let out a long sigh, and the strong instinct of fusion in his soul was calmed down, making him less restless.

The whining sound of the wind spread from the depths of the mausoleum. The huge feathered snake that was between reality and illusion raised its head. The face that was exactly the same as Azik was burning with two pale flames. His eyes looked quite cold and full of madness.

As it looked over, the stars hanging around began to flicker in and out, and fine white hairs grew out of the stars, then fell off, and then grew back again.

Azik's forehead suddenly split open on its own, a bloody gash emerged from it, and a golden light burst out from it.

Ho~ho~

Azik opened his mouth wide and let out a heavy gasp. The pain like tearing his soul and the strong urge to gather made it impossible for him to speak a complete sentence.

A layer of fine dark golden scales appeared on the mechanical glove on Renekton's right hand, and his pupils turned pale golden and vertical.

With the help of the characteristics of the manipulator, he released a "pacification" on Azik.

Seeing that Azik was still not approaching, the giant feathered snake entrenched in the depths of the mausoleum finally began to move its body. It actively wanted to get closer to Azik and take back the other half of its split soul.

As it approached, the entire mausoleum began to vibrate, and the surroundings became transparent, reflecting a world with countless skeletons and shadows, like a real underworld, bit by bit eroding the misty starlight that enveloped half of the mausoleum.

In this reflected underworld, there are bloody arms, green and black vines with baby faces, smooth tentacles with sharp teeth, and huge palms made of white bones. Penetrating the boundary between illusion and reality, he stretched out, grasped the stars in his hands, and then stuck them to the ground, not daring to move.

Renekton looked down at his left hand. The back of his hand was covered with a layer of paleness visible to the naked eye at some point, and white fine hairs grew out of the pores.

"Ah"

Renekton chuckled lightly, and wiped the back of his left hand with his right hand wearing a mechanical glove. The white fluff fell off before it had time to grow, and the paleness on his hand quickly disappeared.

Then he looked up at the feathered snake that had its huge face close to him. The deep radiance in his eyes was flowing, and he outlined one strange symbol after another. They were connected with each other to form a pattern of a shining sun.

As he opened his hands to embrace the sun, the stars around him that were grabbed by his arms, tentacles, and vines suddenly turned golden, bursting out with pure and clear light. These lights quickly intertwined into a wandering field of light. The majestic atmosphere of the ocean and the sun permeates the entire mausoleum.

Wherever the light hits, the translucent ghosts, shadows, living corpses and skeletons collapse and melt little by little.

The power of the sun field caused the feathered serpent, which contained the uniqueness of the "God of Death", to react in response. The pair of wide, thick white wings spread out behind it, stained with light butter, fanned out gusts of wind.

As the whimpering wind sounded, an unspeakable sense of silence and the aura of death filled the entire tomb in an instant, dispersing the majestic aura of the sun that filled the surrounding area.

The ocean of light that was wandering quickly became dimmed, and was broken inch by inch, like a little bit of death, heading towards the end, even though it was not a living body, or even a material existence.

"Um, no." Azik groaned. The changes in the surrounding environment made his body more obviously alienated. Dark scales covered his skin, and white hairs stained with oil grew out of the gaps. feather.

On his forehead, the golden light condensed and took shape, turning into a bird-shaped ornament made of gold. It was surrounded by wings made of white flames. Inside the bronze eyes, the light was layered one after another, like a heavy fan. Overlapping illusory doors.

As the golden ornament in the image of the phoenix appeared, two pale flames burned in Azik's eyes, and his state began to interact with the other half of the soul in the feathered serpent, approaching each other.

Klein, who was standing some distance behind Azik and Renekton, lowered his head and closed his eyes. The changes in the surrounding environment made his spiritual intuition crazy warning, and bead-sized drops of sweat dripped from his forehead.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. His brain was working rapidly, thinking about how to solve the current problem.

Unconsciously, he had reached into his pocket and touched one of the charms.

Just when he was about to whisper the ancient Hermetic words that inspired the spell, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, so quiet that not a single sound came out, and he couldn't even hear his own breathing.

A figure quietly appeared in front of Renekton. She was wearing a black classical robe with a hood. Her face had no expression, her eyes were dark and lacked spirituality, but her appearance was extremely beautiful.

She stood between the giant feathered serpent and Azik, like an insurmountable chasm, easily separating them.

Renekton looked at each other, then bent down and saluted:

"Good day, Lady Amanysis."

The goddess of the night, who came here with the help of 0-17, glanced at Renekton and nodded lightly with no expression on her face, which was regarded as a response. It seemed that this divine vessel also had some influence on her personality.

Azik, who had broken away from the state just now, hesitantly looked at the mysterious woman who suddenly appeared in front of him. After hearing Renekton's voice greeting her, he suddenly understood. His voice was slightly hoarse. said:

"It's you."

The consciousness of the goddess of the night that descended on 0-17 did not wait for Azik to finish speaking, but directly interrupted:

"You have three choices: move forward and seek completeness, which will allow Salinger to return from your body; or let me help you extract half of your soul, and you can find a way to sew it together yourself, which will allow you to return to your original appearance. , become the death consul of the former Balam Empire; or give up everything and leave directly, you will remain in your current state, die again and again, and return from losing all memories."

"The price is to lose the uniqueness of the 'Death' path that does not belong to you." Renekton chuckled and finished what the goddess of the night had not finished.

Azik looked at the sudden appearance of the goddess of the night, the pale flames in his eyes wavering.

Before Azik made his choice, Renekton looked at him and said:

"Everything has the ability to repair itself, and a torn soul is not irreparable."

"There are two ways. One is to take back the other half of the soul, wash away all his memories and emotions, and then find a saint or angel from the 'mother' path to help you sew up the soul. However, this will still retain some instincts and There is the divinity contained in him.”

"The other is to give up half of your soul and use some special things to complete your soul bit by bit through death and rebirth."