kill those singularities

The ambiguous and warm light gradually dimmed, revealing a faint red. In the mist, a pair of cold and delicate hands gently caressed Wen Shuo's cheeks, and a soft and melancholy voice brushed past her ears, "Mom, it's been a long time!" I haven't seen you, don't go, okay..."

There is a hazy situation around, the smoke is so conspicuous against the dark background, and the hands are so gentle, with a nostalgic temperature.

The hunter in a mix-and-match style stood there blankly, blinked extremely slowly, and murmured, "Mom...Mom?"

"Accept me, own me, inherit me... live proudly as my heir..."

Those smoky catkins lightly brushed over her eyelids.

Wen Shuo stared at the vague image of a woman, raised his arm slightly, hesitated for a moment, and "clutched" the woman's cuff like a child, "Well... how long have we not seen each other?"

After a long time, faint words came from the misty night-like space: "It's been too long, too long..."

It has been too long since a child of God was born...

"Mom, won't it disappear again?" She asked slowly.

There was a faint chuckle in the mist. "No...we'll always be together."

"Sure enough, my mother drank Mengpo soup, and her memory has long been bad." Wen Shuo said softly, but the movement of pulling the "cuff" was suddenly pulled down, with a sharpness that did not match her tone. With a hard chop, his right leg swept across the "woman"'s lower body.

With a soft "噗", the jet-black dagger tied around her waist was finally unsheathed.

White smoke quickly gathered not far away, and it seemed to let out a weeping sigh.

Wen Shuo withdrew his hand and stared coldly at the smoke in the darkness, but his eyes were clear, "Thank you so much, I still couldn't remember who I am, where I am, and what I want to do."

She frowned and rubbed the center of her brows, clicked her tongue softly, and shook her head vigorously, forcing the dizziness and discomfort caused by the sudden memory to disappear.

A large number of clips were squeezed into her mind, but she had no time to recall what stupid things she had done during this time. A slippery tentacle the size of an arm quietly touched her shoulder, and the hideous mouthpiece on the surface of the tentacle was facing her. He turned his face to the side and stabbed hard at the neck——

"Well!"

Blood and silver light splashed at the same time, a slippery, bloody tentacle flew out, and there was a bowl-sized blood hole next to Wen Shuo's collarbone.

She supported her knees with one hand and panted heavily. What was surprising was that the gurgling blood soon became smooth as before, and the pierced part seemed to have never been abnormal.

In the darkness, thin smoke dispersed, and the flying tentacles squirmed and disappeared.

Wen Shuo took a long breath, and said with a sneer, "It's not that you don't know, now our spirits are mostly in tune, don't say you are just a phantom real body, even if your real body is close, you and I can only be together." It could just be pointless hurting each other."

The seemingly absent cold wind blew past, and the illusionary space fluctuated for a while, and then gradually became silent.

Wen Shuo straightened up, put the dagger back into his waist, and finally had time to think about the current situation.

With the wisdom and cognition of the gods, of course one can understand that what Wen Shuo said is true. Whether Wen Shuo has recovered his memory or not, the current state of connection between the two is extremely subtle.Especially in the world of dreams and spirits, Wen Shuo's spiritual power could no longer be simply swallowed up and bewitched after he started coordinating with this guy.

Speaking of "temporary amnesia", the pot does not belong to anyone else, not the iron-blooded nurse Miss Nanding, not the dark-looking Enkidu, or even Merlin who has no idea where it is so far—

but her own.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile wryly, touched her nose, her tentacles were wet, cold and slippery, so she rolled up her sleeves in disgust and wiped it hard.

If they knew that my amnesia was due to drinking a few handfuls of magical potions...

That's it.

At the Italian singularity, the forerunner Juno used the power of the Holy Grail and the Golden Apple to place Wen Shuo in a temporary illusion isolated from the outside world. Although Wen Shuo rejected her temptation at the time, Merlin also broke through That layer of enchantment, but that ability is a threat and hidden danger after all.

Only then did she realize that the dangers she faces as a master do not only come from the physical level.

——What if it was a real spiritual attack?

Can the caster alone handle it?

It's not that Wen Shuo didn't trust the strength of her followers, but she had to plan ahead in everything, and as a human being, she was too fragile. When her own magic level was not high enough to protect herself, any mistakes and mistakes could make Chaldea The business of saving humanity is over.

Don't say she can't hold back, she still wants to fight side by side with everyone.

...So after returning to Chaldea, a spiritual training project led only by Wen Shuo and Mei Lin appeared.

It is simply unrealistic to upgrade the level to Dian level and color level in a short period of time, not to mention that there are daily combat training to be completed, so how to prevent spiritual infiltration and attacks is the first consideration.

The Queen of the Fairy Castle, Mei Lijiang, said: Simple!Come come master come to my bowl, bah, come in my dream!By the way, do you want to try alchemy and medicine first?I take it you haven't studied alchemy chemistry?

The Master readily agreed: "Okay, okay, I am the Essence Alchemist!"

……

So, how important it is to have a reliable caster when you are very unreliable... At least under the condition that there are no extra animals such as mice for experiments in Chaldea, an upright and reliable teacher... I won't happily encourage you to drink another glass of spiritual potion when you are testing the poison yourself, and make bigger news by the way.

But can Merlin be blamed?Obviously not.

Thinking of Meilin Wensuo couldn't help covering her face and sighing, the bastard who wrote the letter claiming to be her father was cheated by unscrupulous internet, right?What about people?

And the small bottle of potion in Enkidu's hand...

Master, I am so tired.

Wen Shuo was turning a sickle smoothly in the hazy space that had completely turned into a small dark room. After turning for a long time, he felt bored, and the tentacles didn't come to tease her again. He stayed in an unknown corner of the environment, so he inserted the sickle Back on the back.

The guy who turned into her mother through the illusion of the crown just now is the so-called "god" of Yanan's singularity.

Things like ancient gods need heirs to inherit and reincarnate, and the moon god who came to join in the fun is no exception.Wen Shuo gained some conceptual knowledge on the mysterious side after being partly attuned to the Cthulhu wind god named Moon God, and clearly recognized this fact, and if an ordinary person is really bewitched and controlled by the Moon God, Then I will also serve as its container, and also become a non-human species.

——Of course, there is a second option now, which is to be fully attuned with the Moon God and achieve fusion.

"Really, how can I win this honor..." Wen Shuo laughed at himself.

That damned old man also fed her with the blood of the gods, which made her and the ancient god's already steadily increasing synchronism rate even more frightening.

And about why Nightingale chased her desperately, Wen Shuo recalled what had happened since entering the castle, and sighed again.

Nightingale should have seen through her relationship with the Moon God at a glance, and was very convinced that she had achieved a large degree of spiritual harmony with the boss at that time, so she resolutely wanted to remove the "waste blood" from her body ——After all, the horrific scene of the Yanan people turning into beasts after blood treatment is vivid in my memory.

It's a pity that she is surrounded by three guys who don't like to listen to people's words-not to say assertive and bossy, at least they are definitely not good-talking and good-talking.

What's more, there was Jack, a guy whose personality disorder camp was unknown and called her "sister"...

Who the fuck is your sister!Who wants to be regenerated by an unknown species!

"Hey, let me tell you, don't be silent." Wen Shuo couldn't help shouting, "What's the use of having a spiritual body here? If you don't want to wear it down to death, you can break the illusion of the crown and let's go out and get real." Let's fight."

A mental wave came from the abyss: "...Mom is so sad, I can give you endless wisdom, knowledge, and power, let you advance to a higher level of existence, control everything, conquer everything...why resist?"

Wen Shuo's eyes were very cold, "My friend, first of all, my mother has been dead for many years, and I have no intention of recognizing my stepmother; secondly, I have signed a labor contract with the Human Rights Survival Security Agency, although they don't care about salary. There is no five social insurance and one housing fund, poor and pitiful, and there are not many people in the whole organization, but I am the only minister of the field service department who can earn extra money, if I change jobs, everyone will have nothing to eat, understand?"

"What's more, I still want to be a human being, not a tentacle."

After a long while, the voice fluctuations fabricated based on the image in Wen Shuo's memory completely disappeared, leaving only straightforward statements without any emotion.

[Based on your current situation, you have already become a demigod, why not choose to evolve to a higher level of life. 】

Wen Shuo chuckled, "Everyone, why do they always like to shake people's hearts?"

Juno also used the power of the golden apple and the holy grail to seduce Wen Shuo, and now this guy is doing the same.

But Wen Shuo knew that the so-called "half-gods" were not the descendants of humans and gods in Greek mythology, they were more complicated, difficult to understand and more...disgusting.

She sighed and muttered, "Although I'm often out of tune, I can't be out of tune all the time..."

[Don't resist, you only have two choices now...] No longer appearing in the name and image of "mother", Luna's mental body is extremely indifferent, and now there is nothingness in front of Wen Shuo's eyes—the words reflected on human eyeballs , only the opaque darkness.

In the darkness, there seemed to be countless icy pupils shooting out real-like gazes.

Wen Shuo shook his head, sat down on the spot, bent one leg, and put his hands on his knees.

She understood what Luna meant.Either the two will lose out in the spiritual tug-of-war, and in the end, the weak human beings will be controlled by the moon god, who is a high-level god, and become its furnace and container, or puppets—like the old hunters in the cemetery as dream agents. It hits/black/works; or she and Luna merge into one after the spirit is almost fully attuned.

In Luna's view, the latter is of course more beneficial, and it is a win-win situation. After all, the civilization of the Chaldean master can also be regarded as a high-level civilization, and the qualifications of a magician are really not worthwhile as a container.

And complete integration is a huge benefit for the gods who have huge ambitions in the universe.

Wen Shuo smiled while holding his chin, and said slowly, "No, I still have a third choice—to die with you."

The author has something to say: There should be no God unfolding...?It is an explanation of the cause and effect of various moths, it is not difficult to understand 0w0

By the way, the setting of blood source is really deep... and the gods and demons of Cthulhu are not very good-looking, let's just make up for it