I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

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===296. As long as it can be used===

Lu Jian recalled the description when he first saw the system.

The Silent Chosen One.

At first, he only thought it meant being chosen by the silent place, like a reincarnation of the main god's dimension, it was just a title.

But thinking about it now, something was wrong.

According to Shia, there is a concept of God's Chosen in the Kingdom of the Night itself, and these God's Chosen represent people who are chosen by the gods and are being watched by the gods.

Then the Chosen of Silence, not the Chosen of Silent Place, means

"silence?"

When he uttered this ordinary word, Lu Yi suddenly felt his heart beat faster.

Under the urging of throbbing for no reason, Lu Jian looked up at the sky, and in [True Vision], on the stormy sky, among the distant stars, a star flickered.

The appearance of the nebula at a distance far beyond human comprehension appeared in Lu Jian's eyes.

Distorted, colorful, majestic and indifferent stardust flowed, and the nebula presented a form that Lu Juan couldn't understand.

This is a star cluster that is difficult to discover by any observation method known to mankind, or it does not exist in the real universe itself, it is the dark side of the universe that is higher than all physical cognition, and it is the gateway to all worlds Time, the door to all known and unknown exotic lands.

As for what is beyond the door, Lu Jian has no way of knowing.

Some kind of heat rushed into Lu Trip's head.

He knows, this is knowledge.

From now on, the word silence is no longer just a word to describe the quiet and soundless surroundings, but the projection of the honorable name of a great being in human consciousness.

Lu Lian comprehended this knowledge, so he was not polluted too strongly. Even so, a part of his brain was completely burnt, and the boiling brain spread from the spinal cord, making Lu Lian's whole body tremble.

grumbling-

What followed was Lu Lian's boiling blood, and the blood was bubbling and boiling at an astonishing speed in the veins of the weeds.

bang——

Lu Lian's nerve endings ignited flames, his muscles continued to spasm, black spots began to appear all over his body, and with the damage of his brain, his body began to twitch.

pat-

Lu stumbled and fell to the ground. Even so, the cold rain still avoided him, and the soft and rotten soil also avoided him. Lu stumbled just suspended on the ground, motionless.

"Ugh."

Feng Yu sighed, and the changes appeared on Lu Jian's body.

Some kind of silvery, liquid-like mist penetrated into Lu's blood vessels, and through the blood vessels and nerve endings all over the body, reached every corner of Lu's body.

It can be said that from now on, there is no privacy in Lu Jian's body that can be kept from Feng Yu. She can accurately know the movements and feelings of every muscle and nerve in Lu Jian.

In some not-so-elegant terms, Feng Yu can completely control Lu Jian's feelings now, making Lu Jian feel so happy on the spot.

However, Feng Yu didn't have that kind of idle time. The silver smoke quickly repaired the body damaged by the landing trip, recast the neural network, filled the muscles, cooled the boiling blood, swallowed the necrotic cells, stimulated the transformation of new cells, and soothed After calming the waves of the brain, from the hippocampus to the cortical gully, it trembled slightly like a soft little hand brushing gently.

Lu Jian's consciousness returned again.

"Your brain structure is a bit strange. When I repaired it just now, something came out inexplicably, but it seems to be working normally, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

Feng Yu's voice echoed in Lu Jian's ears.

"You still know the resurrection technique?"

Lu Jian felt that he must have been completely out of breath for more than ten seconds just now, and he had already died once by the judgment standard of modern medicine, but now he felt like a newborn, and his body was not uncomfortable at all, even worse than before. And be healthy.

Feng Yu actually knows how to bring the dead back to life?

No, it's not right, it's not simply bringing the dead back to life.

Because in Lu Jian's cognition, there is no spell to bring the dead back to life in foreign lands. Death is always a cold and indifferent thing. Even the great mages of the Gray Tower who can reverse the rules cannot rewrite the fate of death.

"It's not resurrection, it's just pure medical technology."

Feng Yu sighed.

"Actually, even your human medical skills can do it, just repair a damaged body, but on the way, I will put your consciousness, soul, self, whatever you think is you Separated from your body."

"?"

Lu Jian didn't quite understand again.

"Sometimes when we travel, we can't find a suitable host, so we will use the corpse to at least make the corpse walkable and collect energy. Compared with the motionless stone, the corpse is more efficient, so we will also make some repairs. Corpse technology."

Feng Yu explained again.

"So, in fact, just now you repaired my body as a corpse, and then plugged my brain back after repairing?"

Lu Jian felt that he almost understood.

"It can be said that your soul is very special, which is why you can deal with it in this way. No matter how good your body is, if you don't have a soul, it's like a walking dead. On the other hand, as long as your soul is intact, no matter how dilapidated your body is, it can be repaired."

Feng Yu is probably the most qualified to say this among the guys Lu Jian knows.

In fact, their race should also be the first to recognize this point, knowing that there are limits to being a human being. The more you explore the extraordinary and get in touch with foreign knowledge, the more you will know the limits of being a human being.

So Feng Yu stopped being a human being.

They abandon their bodies and pursue the strength of their souls. They can even rely on their souls to travel through time and space, replacing someone in the long river of history.

Ok?

Speaking of which, Feng Yu is quite similar to himself.

In a sense, time travel is also a kind of sequestering.

"Your physical fitness is quite good. Although it is a bit of an unappealing weed, it is quite good as a container."

Feng Yu suddenly started to comment on Lu Jian's figure, which made his back feel a little chilly.

Of course, Lu Jian knew that Feng Yu didn't intend to take away his own thoughts, otherwise he wouldn't have stuffed his consciousness back just now, and just took it away and it's over.

"Take good exercise. I have already remembered the smell of your body. If something happens in a foreign land in the future, I will help you bring the corpse back and then possess you."

Feng Yu said some scary words.

"Then I can thank you."

Lu Jian smiled.

In this way, at least his body will not be used by those indescribable monsters to do strange things, which is considered a merit.

"Let's not say that these are gone, those people should soon reach the depths of the temple."

Feng Yu reminded.

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===297. Another God's Chosen One===

"The temple..."

While chewing the word, Lu Jian walked towards the dark mausoleum gate.

Although the scene on the road can only be vaguely seen when there is lightning, but it is not important to Lu Jian, his [True Vision] can now see the surrounding environment clearly, at a glance.

The murals on both sides of the passage also became clear with the recovery of the city. It is possible to see the control of the people by the king who ruled the island, as well as the scenes of sacrifices and festivals, similar to the nameless city in the wasteland.

"Silence is a god. He created the Land of Silence, or in other words, controlled these foreign lands, and then selected us to complete the tasks He gave in the time and space of the foreign lands?"

Lu Jian asked in a low voice as he walked down.

Now his voice cannot be transmitted to the outside, it can be said that he is physically isolated from the world.

"You may think so."

Feng Yu's voice sounded very calm, and Lu Jian didn't know what happened to her body when she first learned this knowledge.

"Then, there are other gods in this world, gods of the same level as Ji Jing, and they also have their own chosen ones?"

Lu Bian continued to ask.

"Yes."

Feng Yu's words echoed in Lu Jian's ears, like a newlywed wife rubbing her ears beside her husband.

"These chosen ones follow the will of other gods, so they might become hostile to me?"

Lu Jian thought of the most realistic thing.

Feng Yu didn't give an answer, because it was self-evident.

The confrontation between gods is not just an extension of politics like human beings. There will be no negotiations, compromises, boring peace and deterrence. In most cases, it will be until one side is completely eliminated or completely sealed.

Then, as the chosen ones of different gods, theoretically speaking, they are enemies.

Many of the tasks that Lu Jian is currently carrying out are to investigate the traces of certain evil gods, resist the disasters caused by certain evil gods, and deal with unspeakable monsters. Although it cannot be said that they are all doing good deeds, at least they have not done anything against the sky. bad things.

But the other Chosen Ones...

Lu Jian suppressed the thoughts in his heart and continued to move forward.

The more you go down, the more weird the content of the murals is. If the previous part is still the form of traditional primitive religion, slave society or feudal society rule, then in the back, there are some bizarre, unimaginable and incomprehensible pictures .

There are huge tentacles and eyeballs in the deep sea, strangely shaped cities and hideous humanoid creatures, as well as gorgeous and colorful starry sky, distant universe and nebula. Through the stars seen by the storm.

The more you go down, it's like diving into the deep sea, the surrounding environment becomes more and more depressing, and the patterns of those murals gradually become the deep sea and the vast starry sky.

At this moment, the deep sea is the starry sky, and the starry sky is also the deep sea.

"What's buried here?"

Lu Jian suddenly felt a gust of oncoming wind.

It is sea breeze.