[Western Fantasy] The mystery of life and death

The gorgeous palaces are well distributed, like a delicately carved crown seated on the top of the majestic thorn cliff, bathed in divine brilliance in the sun.The depths of this magnificent palace are like a labyrinth of twists and turns. Behind a towering gate carved with pomegranate branches, deep chant echoes in the spacious palace. A huge brazier is supported, fueled by the juice quenched from "The Dream of the Dead", and the blue flames are always bright and never extinguished.

With the slow and frustrating chanting rhythm, the flames continued to rise high, and the radiant flames danced strangely and charmingly. The rich and beautiful fragrance of "Dream of the Dead" permeates the air, making people trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves.Complicated magic runes are painted all over the walls, and the distorted runes seem to be ready to move at any time under the light of the fire.

The lengthy chant was mixed with the rustling sounds of metal.

I don't know how long it took, and finally, the long spell chanting stopped.The hall returned to silence.

In the center of the altar deep in the temple, the "Eye of the Devil" sleeps silently on the cold stone platform. The sleeping face of the "Evil Eye" was stained with a few bloodstains, and there was a bit of pain in the sadness.The veil that covered his body again was already stained with blood.His pale and slender shoulders and neck were also stained with a few splashes of blood.

Duke Timothy looked down with satisfaction at the most perfect work of his life.The hands that played tricks were already stained with blood, and his face was also splattered with some blood. Under the light of the fire, his satisfied smile looked cold and stern.

The Duke turned around and washed his hands carefully in the copper basin presented by the sorcerer. He took the white silk handkerchief and slowly wiped off the blood on his hands and face. Elegant, majestic and kind.

Today, Duke Timothy has stood at the pinnacle of the world, power, achievement, reputation, power, beauty, wealth, doing whatever he wants, overturning the situation, but Timothy knows that everything he owns will eventually pass with time But when the smoke disappeared, it was still nothing in the end.

So he has a higher pursuit——

--eternal life!

Only eternal life can make all of this an eternal possession, and eternal control over everything in the world.Duke Timothy thought, maybe the Almighty God is nothing more than that.

Timothy learned many secrets taught by Kedila San Miluo in his cooperation with Feller.After all, Feller also needs to pay some sincerity to repay Timothy.The reason why the two priests wanted to resurrect Morris, the founder of the religion, was to restore the pinnacle of secret art inheritance, and the other reason was that the monster summoned by Morris held the secret of eternal life.

That monster can directly absorb the vitality of the world's creatures as its own.According to the secret historical records, not long after the monsters came, 10 people in the towns near Kedile Mountain were reduced to dry bones in just a few months.

But after going through a lot of trouble to get the "Holy Messenger", Farrah only wanted to resurrect French.Originally, Timothy also expected that after Farrer successfully revived French, he could continue to reap the benefits of the struggle between the newly-emerged Kedile San Miluo and the Aranti people in the secret realm.It's just that he didn't expect Fala to be killed by the Aranti people in the secret place so quickly.From then on, the high-level secret technique taught by Kedile Mountain Miluo completely disappeared in the world, which made Timothy feel extremely regretful.

This idiot Farr, if he directly used the "holy envoy" to revive Morris, the founder of the religion, why would he waste so much time, and even exposed his whereabouts, so that those Aranti people came to him.

However, Timothy thought, perhaps, this is the so-called providence, and of course an idiot like Feller is not worthy of the supreme meaning of the secret art taught by Kedi Le Shan Miluo, let alone the secret of eternal life.In the end, Timothy found the sacred stele that sealed Morris in Kedile Mountain, and got Morris' staff from the habitat ruins of the Shadowmoon tribe. Now, he also got the "Holy God" that best fits the soul of the creator. make".The lost secret technique, the secret of eternal life, all of these finally fell into his own hands.God willing!This must be God's will! .

Timothy was not a member of the Cuddles San Milo sect.He didn't want to resurrect an unruly monster for worship.Timothy needs to make sure that the incarnate monster can be used completely for himself.A irascible "Caprico" has become more and more a headache for the Duke, and he doesn't want another unruly pet.Regardless of the Devil's Eye, or Morris and the monster, they must surrender wholeheartedly.Duke Timothy has always been very thoughtful. Before resurrecting Maurice, he had to put restraints on his new pet in advance.In this way, even if Morris and the monster came into the world, they had to be tamed in this physical and mental confinement.

Although Timothy doesn't know the high-level secret arts taught by Miluo, the Holy Church also has many methods to subdue powerful mysterious creatures.But these methods have never been successful on a powerful magician. This is Timothy's only successful attempt.He couldn't help but thank the beloved of the "Evil Eye" again - the Great Sealing Technique not only froze the movement of vitality, but also made the huge spiritual power of the "Evil Eye" fall into stagnation and chaos.

"My lord, can the ceremony begin?" The warlock with a stern face stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

Duke Timothy fell silent. He didn't know how powerful Morris and the monster were. Whether the physical and mental shackles could tame the evil spirits from thousands of years ago, he wasn't sure yet.He needs to make sure nothing goes wrong.

"Wait a minute," Timothy raised his hand to signal, "Bring the highest purity 'dream wine'." He ordered.

"Yes, my lord." The warlock bowed and stepped back.

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Pain...pain...pain...

The ubiquitous pain weaves into a boundless sea of ​​darkness, and Mason feels himself being torn into countless pieces, turning into countless sharp pains and floating in the sea of ​​darkness. Apart from the pain, he can't even feel his own existence, and he just lives in a daze. Drifting in the sea of ​​pain, there is nothing in his world, he does not know that there is light in this world, darkness is the whole of this world, and pain is the only existence.

In the depths of the cold sea of ​​darkness, a dim light gradually appeared. Mason vaguely felt that the entire dark world trembled due to this light, and gradually felt a little warmth. That name was so familiar, he felt This sea of ​​darkness was once illuminated by that name, more and more flashes of light gradually arose in the broken consciousness, there were many voices echoing, and there were colors, he gradually felt his own existence, because of that name, that little gleam, desolation The world began to come to life.

However, when that name finally appeared clearly, it turned into a blazing and dazzling beam of light, burning the entire world.The deep pain was engraved into the sea of ​​darkness, setting off a huge wave of boundless pain, the light and shadow of the whole world cracked, and all the colors peeled off into fragments and were crushed into countless vivid stings by the huge waves.His world shattered, turning into countless broken pieces and sinking into the boundless sea of ​​pain.

This collapsed and shattered world has been stripped of its vitality, leaving only that name, only... endless... pain...

A vague voice came from afar—"Evil Eyes, wake up!"

Sound, color, perception, everything is meaningless to Mason.But there is an irresistible force driving the meaningless body to him.

This gentle prayer-like awakening, accompanied by Duke Timothy's thoughts, Mason's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.Timothy finally saw the purple eyes of the legendary devil's eye.It's just that the purple pupils that charm all living beings are dark and silent. Looking down, one can feel that the whole world has lost all color and vitality, and the heart is filled with endless desolation and silence, gray and desolate, like a desert with no business.Ordinary people with weak wills will have the idea of ​​wanting to end their remaining lives just by looking at it.

Duke Timothy savored it carefully for a moment.He had to admit that the spiritual power of the "Evil Eye" was indeed enormous.He also knew that the "Evil Eye" hadn't really awakened at this moment, but was driven by the power of his mind to open his eyes unconsciously.It is precisely because of this that the sadness that penetrates into the soul escapes uncontrollably.

At this moment, Duke Timothy was [-]% sure of the success of the ceremony. The will of "Evil Eye" has been completely broken by his beloved, and he will be unable to resist the engulfment of Morris and the monster.

Although Mason opened his eyes, the light in this world was meaningless to him.The purple pupils were gloomy and silent, staring straight at the dome of the palace, as if staring at the endless distance - that is the desolate emptiness, the nothingness to which a lonely soul returns.His bloodless thin lips moved slightly, uttering a weak and vague dream, Timothy listened attentively, and gradually discerned what seemed to be a word...

No, it's a name—

"Lorca..."

The silver cup engraved with pomegranate leaves is filled with dark red wine, which has a ghostly luster in the shaking.The most beautiful liquid in the world can only be brewed by refining the "dream of the dead" to the purest.As long as you taste it once, your whole body and mind will be trapped in this soft and beautiful dream, and you will never be able to extricate yourself in this life.

Duke Timothy raised his hand slightly, and a magician stepped forward to slightly support Mason's shoulders, as if it was touching something under the curtain to make a soft metallic sound. As the position rose, Mason's head went limp. Leaning back, the slender neck is like a dying water lily.Duke Timothy caressed Mason's forehead, as if the merciful Holy Father was sending blessings, but it did not at all relieve the desolation of those gloomy eyes staring at the end of the world.The controlling hand grabbed Mason's jaw, forcing him to open his mouth.The silver cup tilted slightly, slowly pouring the dark red wine into the mouth.

Any action done on the body, no matter what that means, meant nothing to Mason.He let the wine in the silver cup pour into his mouth, all the brilliance had long been annihilated in his eyes, the magnificent purple pupils were as beautiful as a dream but without focus, looking straight into the distant void, the dark red wine overflowed from the corner of his mouth It was like thick blood gushing out of his mouth, meandering through his pale neck, blending with the blood stains on the veil.

Duke Timothy frowned slightly. He found that because the "devil's eyes" did not have the consciousness to actively swallow at this time, the wine continued to overflow from the corner of his mouth after filling his mouth.

"Eye of the Devil, drink the wine of dreams!" Duke Timothy's deep order was accompanied by a strong force of thought.

Mason's slender neck trembled slightly, as if balls flowed back and forth under his pale skin.His gloomy pupils dilated even more, like a bottomless dark abyss, that was his sinking place, the place of exile abandoned by the world.Driven by Timothy's willpower, the remnant body he had abandoned in this world drank the bloody wine in the silver cup.

With the sound of shattered metal, Mason was gently laid flat.Duke Timothy glanced critically at the blood-stained curtain. "Clean him up first, and the ceremony can begin," he ordered.

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Gorgeous and magnificent palaces are dotted among the steep and steep mountains, like heavenly jewels bestowed by the benevolent gods, shrouding the Thorn Cliff in holy splendor all year round.

Under the quiet and clear blue sky, the majestic thorny cliff suddenly trembled faintly, but upon closer inspection, it remained motionless.The sacred brilliance of the magnificent palace on the top of the mountain suddenly revealed a spooky splendor. Immediately, the sky changed color, and the wind and clouds were treacherous. In the bloody sky, pieces of residual clouds gradually gathered into layers of lead clouds, surging and stacking like huge waves, and finally formed a huge vortex slowly rotating around the top of the thorny cliff.

The depths of the huge cloud vortex seem to lead to the abyss of the netherworld, like the gaze of a demon.A faint dark purple awn is faintly revealed among the layers of tumbling clouds.The majestic thorny cliff began to tremble violently, as if the mountain and the earth were suffering severe pain, the weak part of the rock formation cracked, and the gravel collapsed.For a moment, flying sand and rocks, like a doomsday scene.

Loka sneaked in the corridor deep in the palace, wearing the heavy armor of the Briar Cliff Guards, and his face was completely covered by the iron helmet.The sudden shaking of the ground almost made him unsteady.From the closed heavy iron door behind him came the sharp whistling of "Caprico". This hissing was full of excitement, wildness, and irritable, as if it echoed with his companions from afar, even though it was far away from the iron gate. The door also makes people tremble.With Luoka's current cultivation base, he is naturally not afraid of the whistling sound.He gave a little support to the stone wall to stabilize his figure, and continued to move forward.

Suddenly, he felt flustered for no reason, his chest seemed to be empty, and his heart seemed to be falling into a bottomless abyss.

A flash of enlightenment suddenly flashed in his heart, as clear as a dazzling lightning. At this moment, he realized what this sudden induction meant. This clear insight was so painful that he was almost suffocated at that moment. .Loka could no longer stabilize his figure in the turbulent tunnel. He knelt down on one knee while stroking his heart, holding on to the stone wall with one hand. Under the cold iron helmet, deep pain ruthlessly crushed his mind.

Lorca was hit hard by deep remorse, his realization always came so late, and now that the big mistake has been made, he is very clear that his guilt and remorse are so insignificant in front of the pain Mason suffered.

In the dark corridor, the ground was still turbulent, Luoka stood up again, stabilized his body and supported the stone wall to continue to move forward with difficulty.

Mason, I will take you back from the devil, no matter what you become, whether you forgive me or not.