i used to be a devil

bright……

People who are frozen under layers of ice want to open their eyes, just like they have wanted to do that many times in the past——

This may not be the first time he has woken up in a hundred years.

Opening his eyes with difficulty, the light through the layers of ice in front of him fell into his sight.

When he seemed to wake up countless times in the past, he tried to break free and open his eyes without any change. Unfortunately, those attempts all ended in failure.

Seriously speaking, he didn't really have any hope this time, but he didn't want to...

It worked.

For no reason, he stared at the side beyond the ice in front of him, not knowing why he found it funny.

The body is surrounded by condensed ice, as if the power condensed in a coffin reveals careful protection, and...

Vulnerability to him.

He wanted to do something.

"The descendants of the Vogel family, hereby respectfully invite Lord Yirang, the god of war, to sacrifice his blood..."

Before he could do anything, Xu Xu's voice came from beside him.

After listening carefully, I found that it was a familiar repelling spell.

God knows what's going on.

That clan used to wake up the dead clansmen as a ritual to raise combat power,

It's just that I don't know what the clansman who said this was thinking, that he would try to use such a...

Hey, is he still alive?

Uncontrollable, chaotic, almost clueless, he kept thinking.

The long past was like the bubbles seen when drowning in water. One by one, they floated away from him, rose, and then shattered under his gaze.

War brings only pain, so die, my lord.

It hurts a bit.

The pain at that time made him inexplicably think of a question——

How long has it been since he became a god, this kind of thing can't be remembered clearly.After possessing this divine position, everything he did seemed to be just fighting.

Divine power will corrode the body, so he often loses himself.

If the war does not stop, there will always be people who will continue to believe in his existence and become believers.In fact, he really wanted to say that even in terms of direct face-to-face strength, whether he is against ten, against a hundred, against a thousand, or more, as long as it is a battle, then he cannot be the loser. .

Just kidding, he is a god born out of the worship of victory, how could he be defeated?

It's just that, as a believer, I don't seem to realize this problem.

So I didn't find out that the so-called God of War will disappear as long as the war no longer appears.

This is probably because they are just ordinary believers, but I am a god.

He thought so in his heart.

Obviously it was just ordinary thinking, but it turned out to be thinking about other things too much.

Subconsciously recalled the wound at that time.

As long as it is a battle, he will not be defeated. Of course, if he loses his fighting spirit, the result will be another story.

He couldn't remember what he was thinking at the time, maybe he was distracted?Perhaps, it was because he was originally born according to a certain expectation. When this expectation turned into wishing him to die, although he could resist, he still couldn't help letting it happen naturally?

If defeated, it should be death, right?

The strength under the serious injury is lost.

Obviously I didn't feel much pain at the time, but now that I remember it, I feel the pain in my chest and it's hard to breathe.

Obviously it was expected.

But when the other party really reflected everything he had taught him hand in hand...

The sharp blade piercing through from behind, I knew it was that person.

It didn't bring any more pain than the original wound on the body, really.

He didn't feel any pain at the time.

Such a day has long been expected.

But just now, he suddenly felt that instead of dying in battle, it would be better to die at the hands of ordinary people who are not enemies—this idea was not as good as he thought.

then……

"The group of old people know this place?"

"As a sinner in the family, what qualifications do you have to ask him!"

The sound outside interrupted his random flying thoughts again.

Although he regained consciousness, his unmoving body was a little stiff, which made him want to move a little bit, but unfortunately he was unable to break the ice clinging to his body.

The force that used to be brutal and easily make him lose his mind seemed to die with the death of his memory.

The conversation between the two seemed to be barking at each other with bluff, but it had no effect other than that.

Lying in this coffin, he was bored listening to the sound blocked outside, with a cold snort, and then there was nothing more.

The sound of the sudden flesh being torn open was still familiar, but the blood was calm with an unfamiliarity.

It seems that after being frozen here, everything that caused the power to lose control in the first place lost its effectiveness.

The sound of destroying and tearing the body to bring out the blood didn't disturb him any more, and his heartbeat was still calm.

As smooth as the outside.

"When you get older, you will think wildly, and that guy has let this group of guys who are not afraid of death come looking for you again."

--oh?I'm afraid I want to fight again, otherwise why would I wake up.

The reply can only be said in his heart, he stared at the past, the ice body blocking in front of him, layer upon layer, made the shadow of the person who spoke become indistinct.

His voice has changed slightly after coming in.

He lay down and tried to see clearly with his eyes wide open, there were thousands of voices shouting chaotically in his heart, and his palms broke free from the icy shackles - he thought it was impossible to do this.

But he didn't want the ice piercing through his palm, the sound of the ice breaking came from his ears, and the ice that originally wrapped his whole body shattered.

Faced with such a situation, he was stunned.

He had thought that something so trapped would be so...

It's indescribable, I didn't expect that what I thought would be impossible, could be done so easily,

Following this destruction, he paused for a moment, then sat up.

The shattered ice slid off his body and fell to the ground, turning into broken foam.

Because he didn't know how long it had passed, the stiffness of Chuchu's body made him pause in place, and then slowly sat up.

At that moment, he felt that the memory of the past seemed to flash in his mind.

The pain in the battle, the self that was almost uncontrollable because of the fighting spirit, and the moment when he was betrayed, as expected, and - the sword that pierced his chest at the end.

As if the pain at that moment still lingered in his chest, he couldn't help reaching out to hold his chest, and then laughed softly.

"Iran—"

That person's voice was so familiar.

The disbelief and panic she carried was not concealed.

This is an illusion as if it were a joke.

He must have wanted him dead.

So I was flustered, but I didn't expect that after many years of slumber, he who had already died would be able to come back to life.

His eyes flickered and drifted, and finally got stuck on him—he couldn't remember his name.

I don't know if it's because he hasn't thought for a long time, but he suddenly feels that it's a bit difficult to think coherently.

some headaches...

When thinking like this, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to press his forehead. He tried his best to recall, even recalling every detail of the past, but he couldn't remember the name that belonged to him, which should only have a few simple words.

"You... what's your name?"

"You don't remember me?"

The interrogative sentence of the other party contained emotions that seemed to be both happy and sad. He tapped the painful place between his brows sadly, and continued to speak slowly, "I remember. From the past 100 years when I was alive to before I died."

He thought it would be so-called self-protection, but it turned out not to be.

He would not be the kind of person who deliberately crossed his name out of his memory because of a certain emotion in his heart.

So just confidently discard the unimportant ones aside.

Everything becomes more and more disgusting.

One, hateful, I can't remember—Passerby A, it's a bit interesting.

"You still remember me."

This time, he seemed to have instantly discarded the worried and infatuated look he had before, and even changed the title he used while speaking.

He leaned forward and approached him, and when he was trying to shrink back uncomfortably, he grabbed the fabric of his skirt, and he smiled seductively and gritted his teeth, "You haven't forgotten anything, so why ask him like that?" What? Why do you wake up and give him hope when nothing has changed, ah!?"

"Otherwise, what do you want me to change into?"

"..."

He asked back so that Socrates was stunned, moved his lips several times but failed to say the answer to his question.

I can't understand what he is angry about, he is the one who died and was betrayed, isn't he?

Even the posture of the victim seems to be played by him.

"I don't know what you are expecting. From the first day you came, I felt that you might do something similar in the future."

Shrinking his legs, he found that there was no problem with the movement, so he kicked his feet vigorously. He clumsily controlled his body to crawl out from the broken ice, and it took a lot of strength to support each joint. Actions in his mind. "So, I'm not surprised, there's nothing to be angry about. If I were you..."

Originally, I wanted to empathize, but I couldn’t continue halfway through.

Because in comparison, if he chose to escape far away, instead of holding back and guarding himself who would become out of control and tyrannical after being controlled by power.

By the way, most of the former servants died or escaped.

I would rather be hunted down by believers in the end than face a killing machine when it goes crazy.

If you run away, you may still be alive, but if you stay, you might die. Realizing this, he sat down tiredly, thinking about what sentence should be used as the beginning of the conversation after such a boring reunion——

"If I were you—why don't you go, Socrates."

He tried his best to support himself to stand up straight, but unfortunately his knees were still weak as if in circles.

At that moment, I finally remembered the name of the guy in front of me, Socra——

The grasped wrist became a temporary support point for him who almost knelt on the ground and rolled around, subconsciously held it with his backhand, "If he leaves, Your Highness won't even be able to stand up now."

Until now, he has no idea: how weak is his body now?

Su Ge stretched out his hand, slid his fingers across his hair and straightened the loose hair that fell down, and then stopped his hand on the side of his head, as if with a stubborn emotion, as if holding his gaze.

The other party seemed to be looking at him seriously, looking serious, before he couldn't help raising his hand and waved away, Socrates smiled and asked, "Then why, you haven't died yet?"

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