[Western Fantasy] The mystery of life and death

[Friendly reading reminder, this chapter can be used as a cross-reference with the opening wedge, Chapter 59 False and True. 】……

Then let me see the means of seeing the devil.

The aura full of the sacred source of life power surged and spread in all directions.

Loka knows the way to crack the illusion. The pure and powerful spiritual power can outline the truth of the world through false appearances in meditation. He has successfully cracked it in the coming-of-age ceremony trial.So in the warning barrier, Luoka condensed his spiritual power and entered the world of meditation.

The shadows of mottled grass leaves cover the entire meditation world.Loka has a clearer and sharper perception of subtle perception.The suffocation caused by the toxins in the air is also becoming more and more obvious, which makes people relax physically but at the same time causes mental agitation.But Yi Luoka's current physique can clearly perceive but will not be really damaged.

It felt oddly familiar.Soon he realized where the familiarity was coming from—the dreams, the ones that had haunted him for so many nights!

Who was the mysterious person who kidnapped and humiliated me in my dream?

Will it be him too?

At the moment when the thoughts were together, the meditation world immediately changed, back to the scene in the dream - in the dim and blurry cave, there was the sound of gurgling water in his ears, and the cold river water flowed over his body. He felt himself and a body clinging tightly Together, a pair of cold hands kept stroking the skin of his whole body.But his own body catered to some inexplicable call, and even enjoyed it, he even responded to that person's kiss.The man's face could not be seen clearly in the dim vision.After an unknown amount of time, they both stood up in the river, and suddenly there was a stabbing pain in their shoulders, and they were actually bitten by that person.Suddenly there was a shrill howling wind in his ear, and Luoka could already feel it clearly. It was not a natural gust, but a powerful and violent mental force stirring, and it was even like a substance, causing pain to the skin.

"Oh——————————No one can take it away!" This inhuman roar almost shattered Luoka's mind.At the same moment Lorca felt himself jerked away by furious violence and fell on the rubble.

"You are mine! No one can take it away!" The man seemed to have turned into a wild beast and rushed up. Under the torment like a storm, Loka almost thought he was going to tear himself apart.And amid the sharp pains all over his body, he actually heard himself muttering to himself: "Mason, I love you."

"My favorite."

Loka concentrated his mental strength to break through the mist, and the next moment, he saw clearly that the tormentor above him, with black hair and purple eyes, was Mason!His pale face is unruly at the moment, looking down at him indifferently, the corner of his mouth raised a cruel and joking smile, with bloodshot lips and teeth, the demon stared at his prey for a moment, and laughed ferociously, "Yes, I love you!" You, you are mine, you exist because of me."

Luoka saw his own appearance clearly in the reflection of those purple pupils, his expression was so intoxicated and indulged, his eyes were empty and lifeless, and he had already lost his soul unknowingly in the endless obsession.

At this moment, all the lost dream fragments are lit up one by one:

It turned out that the priest who was sacrificed in the dream was actually himself.

It turned out that he had already been controlled by the devil.

It turned out that he had already sacrificed his soul to the devil.

It turned out that he had already been reduced to a puppet played by the devil.

Lorca felt his neck tightly gripped by the demon's cold hands.In his unconscious near-death struggle, the irresistible restraint became tighter and tighter. In this clear and vivid perception, he couldn't help but ironically think that this body that lost its soul would also have pain, and would also instinctively resist death. persecution.All sensations are perfectly clearly perceived.How much Loka wished to be strangled to death like this at that time, so that he could be relieved in the real ghost, so that he would not have to endure this long torture and humiliation.The sudden invasion of the foreign body almost split the spine from the tailbone. His vision has been fluctuating violently. In the rhythmic collision, the gravel on the ground constantly hurt the fine wounds on his cheeks and chest and abdomen.The raging finally ended, and when he was roughly dragged away from the gravel beach, he could see bloodstains dragging along the way in his vision.

The next sensation made Loka more ashamed and indignant than the pain. He was hugged tenderly by the demon. The demon no longer summoned the imprint of this body, and even deliberately downplayed the power of connection. Being able to lean back against the devil softly, and being supported and surrounded by the devil's limbs, he can barely be manipulated into a leaning and sitting posture. Even if the devil no longer intentionally drives it, this body adapts to the collision and raging within the body, not only He completely accepted it, and even spontaneously embraced the deep intrusion, as if he wanted to take the initiative to merge with the devil.The pain in the whole body healed and dissipated in the devil's licking and rubbing.While the devil's lips and teeth and fingers were being played delicately, he heard himself making a lingering moaning sound, and this soulless body felt trembling from time to time as if being passed through by tiny electric currents.

He felt that he was crying, not because of shame, not because of pain, not because of hatred, but because of the extreme blooming of the whole body and mind, which melted the flesh into water, surpassed the limit of the body, and finally overflowed from the corners of the eyes.Even though Loka's concentration is firm at this time, and he only perceives it in retrospective memory, he can hardly control the strange feeling of numbness.

In this strange sensory experience, Loka hated himself more and more, even more than he hated the devil.This body is so catering to humiliation and abuse without the restraint of summoning power.

Even the strong and clear perception of mental power is almost overwhelmed by this overwhelming lust | blooming.

The soul that was originally defiled by the devil will never be able to get rid of this evil taint.

After understanding all this, Lorca hated himself deeply.He could no longer maintain a meditative state in the shock of his mind.

……

Although it seems like a long time in meditation, in reality it is only a short moment.

Although Luoka was agitated in the center of resentment and shame, he still clearly felt that someone was watching from behind.He knew who it was, although the other party restrained his breath deliberately.Separated by the dense grass blades, at a distance of dozens of steps, he even noticed a very faint smell of herbs and a faint smell of blood from that person.

Lorca turned around without warning, and strode in that direction.

The other party was also alarmed, and even the instant space formation quickly opened the distance.

Loka's eyes turned cold, and he rushed forward with a little bit of footsteps.

The duel of two top masters——

Which would be faster, a well-trained and powerful warrior sprinting quickly or an instant flash of mental power?

Lorca found that catching up with that perennially weak guy was not as easy as he imagined.

With Loka's speed, the distance that can be reached in a few breaths will be changed by subtle space distortions, and along the way, he will continue to fight against the magic circles that are generated in the air. These magic circles are not very aggressive. It's just that there will be bursts of small attacks that constantly interfere with his judgment.

Lorca could already see the figure of the demon through the gaps in the blades of grass, as well as the purple awn that flashed past when he cast a spell.The demon was calm and at ease, he didn't even raise his hand, one after another silver magic circles quickly formed in the air, flying towards Lokas in a blink of an eye, and in a blink of an eye, the dark green figure had shifted to In the distance, even the standing posture has not changed, this is a small space formation that is generated instantly.The distance between them opened little by little.

Soon Loka found that every move he made was accurately judged by the opponent.The small attacking magic circle along the way made Loka very disturbed.He became more and more irritable, and habitually ordered "Morning Dew" to chop out wind blades, outflanking the demon from all angles.

Their surroundings were quickly cleaned up by the wind blades, and fragments of grass blades were scattered all around.Without the obstruction of dense weeds, the field of vision became wider and clearer, but the figure of the demon was even more erratic, and the same figure appeared in more than ten different directions at the same time.Around each figure, the same silver geometric pattern instantly took shape in the air, facing successive wind blades.For a time, brilliance burst out in all directions, and grass and leaves flew.

Suddenly, Loka keenly caught a trace of suppressed and extremely low coughing in the air.But the dozen or so figures hadn't changed their poses at all.Loka realized in his heart.He sprinted in the direction of the voice.Sure enough, all the phantoms immediately sent out small formations to intercept Lorca's advancing route.

Loka marched forward bravely without slowing down at all, chopping out translucent wind blades and colliding with the geometric figures overflowing with silver light, the magic circle became denser and denser, even before being cleared by the wind blades in the future, Luoka stood up straight Hit it, and directly resist the impact of the magic attack.

Resisting the discomfort of being rolled by the shocking breath, he directly passed the false illusion in front of him.Lorca finally saw the real body of the demon.It turned out that he was almost cheated by him again.When Lorca was entangled with the dozen or so phantoms, he had already walked out of the gate of the monastery along the gravel path.

Compared with those unrestrained and calm phantoms, the devil's real body looked very embarrassed. With his hands on his chest, he stumbled all the way, and a large amount of blood oozes from the clothes behind him.He ran in a panic, but staggered, and couldn't run fast. When Lorca chased him to the gate of the monastery, the demon tripped over a stone and fell to the ground.

The demon seemed to be powerless to struggle, and Loka came to him step by step, unhurriedly, condescendingly looking down at the prostrate and gasping demon at his feet.His handsome face was cold and solemn, as if a sacred and extraordinary god was about to descend to the final judgment.

The demon was panting in pain, and the panting sound was as hoarse as the broken sound of a leaky pipe organ.

Luoka was a little strange, why did he look like he was seriously injured, and Luoka clearly remembered that none of the wind blades injured him during the entire battle.

Hmph, here we go again.Do you win sympathy by pretending to be pitiful?

He looked coldly at the usual posturing guy, patiently waiting for his panting | to calm down a bit.His best friend, whom he has known for many years, slowly raised his head at this time.They finally meet again.At this time, there was no illusion camouflage on his face.It was the quiet Mason in the past, but he looked particularly haggard and pale.

Lorca leaned down slowly, and gently held Mason's chin with his thumb and forefinger, forcing him to look directly at him unavoidably.

"What should I call you? Mason? Or—master? My controller?" Lorka's cold voice suppressed his anger in a flat voice.

The purple pupils suddenly contracted, revealing a frightened look.Mason's lips, which were as pale as his face, trembled, but he only let out a quick and hoarse gasp.

It took Lorca a lot of effort to discern the intermittent "I'm sorry" from the hoarse wheezing.

Hmph, huh, sorry?Lorca sneered instead in anger.

The next moment, Lorca's palms were like iron tongs, strangling Mason's neck and lifting him up.

Mason's pale face turned a little bloody after being strangled.His whole body was lifted in the air like a rag bag, his legs were kicking helplessly, and his hands were tightly grasping Luoka's ruthless hands, barely supporting him.When he was about to faint, he was thrown to the ground again.

Before he recovered from his hard panting, Loka strode forward and stomped heavily on his abdomen.Mason immediately curled up into a ball in pain.

"Then, my master, can you tell me, what am I now? Is it a sacrifice? Or is it your plaything?" Loka grabbed Mason's messy black hair and forced him to raise his head.

"Cough cough... no... cough... cough cough cough cough... no..." Mason burst into tears, and his purple eyes were full of guilt and remorse.He tried his best to open his lips, but the words he wanted to say were involuntarily drowned out by the tooth-piercing panting.

"Why! Why! Why are you doing this!" Loka tangled up Mason's hair and shook furiously, "You traitor! You really are the devil's eye!"

Lorca shook his hand, and Mason was overturned by the force again, rolling to the side.

As Mason struggled to sob and wheeze, Lorca put another foot on his stomach.

"Why! Why! Why!" Loka's eyes were red and he was about to burst into flames. He grabbed Mason's collar and yelled at Mason, "Why did you do this to me! It's because we grew up together Is it because I have always taken care of you? Is it because I have saved you? Is it because I trust you the most? Or is it because I am too stupid to be played around by you! Why! Why!"

Mason was trembling in rage, not knowing whether it was because of fear or guilt, his tears kept gushing out, wetting his pale cheeks.Drips fell on Lorca's fists clutching his collar.

And the only answer to Lorca was "I'm sorry" in the panting voice.

Loka threw him away, his handsome face was distorted by pain, he knelt down and mumbled to himself, "My best friend, my most trusted friend, why did you do this? Tell me, what am I doing now? What is it!"

Mason crawled over tremblingly and with difficulty, reaching out to touch the back of Lorca's hand as if to comfort him, "No... cough cough... ho... ho... ho... not... trust me... cough cough..."

"Believe you?" Loka raised his head and asked with a sneer, "Did you make the pool in the flame lizard's habitat?"

Under Loka's staring stare, Mason nodded, and tears of regret welled up, "But...not...cough cough cough cough"

"Is it you who humiliated me in the cave?"

Mason stared at Lorca and nodded in despair.

"Did you drive the bison yesterday?"

"Yes...I'm sorry...cough cough cough...ho...cough...ho ho...no..." Mason clasped Lorca's hand anxiously.

Lorca slapped him away with a backhand, with cold eyes, "For so many years, I didn't know that my best friend is so powerful, Mason, you really impress me. My most trusted friend, you not only murdered me, humiliated me, but also Killed my comrade-in-arms, Pete! Killed by you too! Do you know? A dozen of us died!"

"...I'm sorry... ho... ho... cough cough cough... no..." Mason covered his chest with one hand in pain, and reached out to Lorca with the other.Seems to be going out of his way to beg for forgiveness.

Loka caressed the "Morning Dew" on his waist inadvertently, and he pulled out this delicate dagger. All the memories of his childhood, boyhood, and Mason's "execution" came to his heart, and the warmth of the past was repeated like ice skates. across Loka's heart.

"Trust me...cough cough cough...it's not...cough cough cough...it's not like this...ho...ho...ho...ho..." Mason moved towards Lorca with tears, and finally clung to Lorca's cuff.

"Believe you? You haven't surprised me enough?" Lorca grabbed Mason's collar and pushed him to the ground.

In the next moment, "Morning Dew" turned into a giant sword with dazzling brilliance, and the intense and fiery pure friendship in the past turned into a huge beam of light, carrying burning love and hate, trust and betrayal, sadness and pain, grief and anger, It passed straight through Mason's chest and abdomen, piercing deeply into the soil.Pin Mason to the ground.Mason tried his best to open his lips, but he couldn't say what he wanted to say after all. He stared at Lorca desperately with tears in his eyes, and finally closed his eyes weakly, with tears dripping from the corners of his eyes.

Loka looked at Mason who was nailed to the ground with hatred.It was hard to imagine that he was actually a demon hiding around him.The familiar thin figure was firmly nailed in the soil by the beam of light, looking very desolate, like a solitary leaf that was ruthlessly broken and withered in the dust.The devil's delicate and sweet face, perhaps because it was too pale, looked so innocent at this time, as if it had never been contaminated by the filth of the world.However, the devil was not relieved by this punishment, and his peaceful sleeping face faintly revealed endless sadness.

Loka's heart was empty, and he felt extremely sad.He staggered, and finally couldn't support himself and fell to his knees.The sword seemed to exhaust all his strength, and he was almost unable to stand up.Lorca felt as if his heart had been pierced by the giant sword, and his heart was so suffocated that he could hardly breathe.He hated the devil and himself, but in the end he didn't know who to hate?How much he wanted to cut the demon into pieces, but at the end of the day, he still couldn't bear it, so he didn't stab the demon's heart with the sword.He didn't know why, but the sword that stabbed at the devil in the end used the Great Sealing Technique.

Wisps of lavender smoke emerged from Mason's body, and within the mist, there was a golden-yellow ball of light floating.Loka raised his hand and shot it in the air.In his palm, the ball of light gradually disappeared, and it turned out to be a small puppet made of blond hair.

really!This must be the mark that the devil uses to control me!Lorca felt both angry and sad.His heart howled helplessly. Why was the sincere love and trust that he once had been so let down?Why, why Mason, why me.

Suddenly there was a sharp buzzing in the air.Lorca was startled, it was the distress signal he and Eric had agreed upon.Doro Valley was attacked unexpectedly.

The situation was urgent, and Loka suppressed his grief and anger.Stuff the blonde doll into his pocket.Although his mind was almost broken, Loka regained his calm and restraint after taking a few deep breaths.With a wave of his hand, "Morning Dew" turned into a small dagger again.But inserting it into the demon's body still has the effect of sealing spiritual power.He dragged the demon to the side of the road, hid it in the hole of a big tree, and quickly made some simple concealment at the hole.Immediately rushed to the Doro Valley.

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Until Luoka's figure disappeared on the horizon, there was a continuous bang from the direction of Doro Valley.Palmer, who was supposed to be recuperating in his bedroom, appeared in front of the big tree by the roadside.He commanded two followers to clean up the branches and rocks in front of the tree hole, revealing Mason hiding in the tree hole.

Palmer stepped forward and patted Mason's pale and haggard face in a coma.

"Eye of the devil." Palmer's mouth curled up into a faint smile.