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Ingram looked up.

The light of the setting sun sprinkled down from the translucent dome of the sanctuary, coating everything here with a layer of dreamy gold, and even Ingram's seemingly cold silver hair added some warmth, Ingram He exhaled, and then followed the very familiar smell, and walked in the direction where Xiao Yao was.

"It's so indifferent, I'm just complimenting you," Xiao Yao watched as Ingram walked past her with shaky steps and the wound on his shoulder that was still gushing blood, and walked up the upward stairs, somewhat Followed dissatisfied: "What? Where are you going?"

"Ingram is going to find Jill," Ingram said lazily, with sleepy, unfocused eyes.

"Compared to this, you should treat your own injury first. Although it is not a fatal injury, you will not live long according to the amount of bleeding. You know the result of death, right? You will be swallowed into Sayaka's stomach Oh, and, anyway, Jill..."

"I don't know the healing magic." Ingram interrupted Xiao Yao coldly.

Xiao Yao shrugged and closed her mouth.

Even if he does not know how to use healing magic, to be honest, if Ingram wants to keep his body 'alive', there are many methods. Transferring damage like sacrifice is a kind of transfer damage. Now he can use the shadow plane In the present of magic, there must be more ways, but Ingram doesn't want to do this.

At least for now, he only wants to go to Jill.

Jill's death was just like what that thing said, it was a too bloody painting. In the narrow corner of the stairs, Jill's body leaned against the wall as if asleep, curled up in the corner, scattered all over It was bright red, but the wound was only the scar on his neck. Even Jill himself would be surprised why there was so much blood in his body.

"Jill."

A sigh-like sound came out of Ingram's lips, and as soon as he let go, the pitch-black dagger fell to the ground. He staggered to Jill and sat down, then stretched out his arms and hugged Jill, He buried his head in Jill's neck and rubbed it, just like Ingram used to do when the two of them slept in each other's arms.

The breathing intervals gradually lengthened, and his body became lighter and colder. Ingram gradually closed his blue eyes, which were as clear as a winter lake, and his consciousness drifted away in a wavering manner. It seemed that he was about to Like falling asleep.

It’s just that when he opened his eyes again, what he saw might be the so-called state of death. Thinking about it carefully, such a peaceful sleep seems to be a good way to die. It’s hard for young people to experience such a way to die.

Ingram's dying life is as beautiful as an unreal dream.

Ingram inexplicably thought of that woman. It was a widow who lived in a mountain village he accidentally passed by when he was heading to Shire. She was a woman who cared for him like his own mother, but at the end When she was asked to choose who would be the tribute to the Eighth God, she sheltered her own child as a matter of course, and then pushed Ingram out.

She doesn't care about the nobles and the poor, she just wants her child to live. Ingram knows that that woman is not wrong. If he is asked to choose between Jill and others, he will also choose Jill, and then ruthlessly Abandoning the other, but understanding is one thing, anger at being betrayed is another.

It was also an afternoon with blood-colored sunlight, and Ingram faced the setting sun, stretching out his hand stained with blood.

I really want to go back, if I go back, if I go back to my father, surely he must have a way to save himself, right?After all, he is the Pope, the most magic person in the world. Everyone says that there is nothing the Pope can’t do, and he is his child. No, even if Ingram doesn’t admit that he is his child, he must be his child. The Pope will also try to save him, right?

After all, he is his most perfect creation.

But, forget it, it's so dirty and covered in blood, so there's no way to go back to Selman, even if you go back, you'll just be scolded, only Jill in this world, only Jill can hug Such a dirty me, take my hand.

"You're still crying." Xiao Yao let out a disdainful laugh. Due to their own characteristics, the monster race is usually relatively independent, even to the point where they even have a weak sense of race. The number of fights is the same. Two monster races traveling together like Xiao Yao and Jian Yao are already extremely rare. Although not all monster races disdain the mutual attachment between humans, all monster races do not. corresponding feelings.

This is no longer the category of cold-blooded creatures, but creatures without blood and tears. In fact, from the anatomical level, the monster race does not have such things as blood and tears. The clay figurines are like dolls driven by magic power. This is one of the reasons why many races refuse to recognize the Yaozu as creatures, but unlike dolls, the individuals of the Yaozu have independent intelligence, which is why they are similar to Biological proof.

The irony is that although the outside world is arguing about whether the Yaozu should be classified as biological or non-biological, or simply open another category, the Yaozu themselves have no interest in their own belonging and characteristics. The moment they start wandering around, they may stay, but they never stay in one place until they die.

"I said, if I said that I have a way to revive Jill, would you be interested?" Xiao Yao said with a smile.

"People... dead things will never come back to life anyway." Ingram said, opening his eyes slightly.

Yes, the lost is irreversible, the dead cannot be resurrected, at least the creatures of this world cannot do such a thing, and only the Creator can do such a thing that can bring the soul back to the present world.

"That's what I said," Xiao Yao didn't refute, but sighed: "But the child named Jill is actually a bit special, so there is a possibility of resurrection, I didn't intend to tell you, but if because of Jill If you die, I will be in trouble, but I have never let a human die in front of me."

"That's because you didn't intend to save people, or you didn't intend to let them appear in front of your eyes at all, or you didn't intend to let them appear in front of your eyes." Ingram didn't seem to appreciate it very much, coldly Rebuttal back.

"Your members of the Engel family are still as sharp as ever. You are as annoying as that sword demon. The Pope has already told you about me? Then you should understand what I want, right?" Xiao Yao smiled. Shaking his fingers.

"Listen to what you said first."

"Crown of the Ten, you should have heard of this thing, right? The manifestation of the root that the tree elves believe in - the tree of life of Kabbalah - the highest level of the ten primes, and the one closest to the gods It is called the crown of ten." Xiao Yao looked at Ingram's surprised eyes with satisfaction, and then said: "Jill can be regarded as the projection of the tenth essence in our world, although I don't know who used the silver apple Restrain—don't look at me like that, even I will have things I don't know, no matter what, I'm just a weak and pitiful monster, stronger than me, there are creatures that can hide from my eyes Yes—but it’s true. Speaking of which, Ingram, you like to pester Jill so much, maybe there’s a reason for that, because you two are strictly from the root, and Jill might still be your... Uncle Or something like an older brother? — By the way, is it really possible to copy the human lineage to something like Root? Root doesn’t give birth to children at all, does it?”

As he said that, Xiao Yao suddenly thought of something, and suddenly laughed: "Ah, so Jill tastes good? Because the crown is the apex of the kingdom (the first substance, the root of the tree of life) Right? In other words, Jill is actually equivalent to the fruit on the tree of life?—Okay, okay, don’t stare at me, I don’t think much about your Jill—back to the topic, I think you should have noticed, Why do I say Jill is likely to be resurrected."

"Well," Ingram responded lightly: "Because the root will return to the root after death, not the creator."

"You are really smart." Xiao Yao giggled.

Different from the creator and gods, although the root is also something independent of this world, the root is connected to this world, no matter whether the root is the huge magic power that wraps and protects this world, or the aggregation of time and space in this world. Whether it is a miniature, in short, the root is related and connected to this world. Although human beings cannot touch the gods, they can touch the root. Using magic is the best example.

In other words, as long as you can touch the root, you can pull Jill's soul over, and as long as you can get the soul, then in theory, you can achieve a real resurrection.

"By the way, let me tell you a little bit more. The crown is located at the top of the ten original substances, which symbolizes the soul of the creature. This is why the projection of the ten crowns in this world is always human beings, because human beings are the most The universal container, it can be said that no matter what kind of soul, the container named 'human' can accept it, that is to say...you understand? You don't have to really touch the root, you just need to touch the root The part that symbolizes the soul is fine, if it is someone else, I have already made him mourn at this time, but you are the son of the root, plus the cursed brain of the Engel family, playing with magic is like a child playing with toys , I think, if it was you, Ingram, you might really be able to touch the root."

"Even if I can really touch the root, I still need a large number of souls before that, whether it is piled up like the baroque, find the law like the orthodox, or return to the essence by tracing the source, no matter what you need A large number of souls are used as samples, I will look for them from there..." Ingram, who was halfway through speaking, suddenly opened his eyes wide and froze in place.

Xiao Yao laughed: "Don't you understand? Didn't I say that? Human beings are the most versatile container, no matter what kind of soul can be accepted, isn't it easy to collect soul samples? Just collect human That's it."

"Collect...human beings." Ingram repeated these four sentences mechanically.

"Don't you want to kill the same kind? Then how about treating human beings like us monster race? As long as the concept changes, the behavior will become easier-it's nothing, it's very simple, it's good to regard human beings as a natural resource Yes, and then you will find what you missed. Human beings are huge in number, and they are omnipotent as containers. More importantly, human beings will reproduce on their own even if they are left alone. They are still renewable resources. Why do you humans always not realize it? I realized that such a huge magic resource is by my side."

"How? It's not difficult for you to use those human beings as sacrifices to welcome your loved ones back to you, right? Although the Pope will certainly not sit idly by, as long as you plan carefully ..."

"Jill, I'm probably going to be angry."

Ingram maintained the posture of embracing Jill, looked up at Jill who seemed to be asleep, and then a smile appeared on Ingram's face, he raised his sleeve and wiped the blood on Jill's face.

But even so, I still want to do it, because Ingram can't do without Jill, and even if Jill is angry, Ingram will still do it.

Whether Jill is angry or sad, those things must at least be based on Jill waking up and being angry with me.

What's more, Ingram likes Jill, which has nothing to do with Jill.

The author has something to say:

Even if the Marklia article is finished here, I will go out for seven days on National Day, so if there are no accidents, it should not be updated

Finally: It's been a month since I started school, why haven't I written this article yet!

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