because i am stel

This is history.It is a history that the current inhabitants of this land know little about.

However, the ancient history has turned into an incomparable force in the world of consciousness.

——As long as I get hit in the heart by that harpoon, I will die.

——I will die in this trap fishing village before I get out of consciousness.

Skadi gasped softly.She knew she had seventeen harpoon wounds on her body.And every wound hides the poison that makes her weak and tired——she straightened her sword, and the other murloc who threw the harpoon earlier had already rushed towards her face.The ferocious mouth was opened wide, exuding an unpleasant stench.And there are more hunters behind this hateful ambusher.

fish man.

The wound of the murloc who had been cut open by her before had completely healed within a few seconds.And more murlocs flocked to them, nearly a hundred in number.They may not be as powerful as the strongest four-armed man.But they are equally crazy and brave.

Half an hour ago, Skadi followed the breath of the messenger released by his companions and arrived at the abandoned fishing village here.

Half an hour minus five minutes ago, from the walls, from the strata, from the black waters, the rain of whale-hunting spears had trapped her here.

Slightly shifting his line of sight, the wound on his thigh left by the first sharpest and most accurate spear-throwing harpoon came into view.This is the deepest wound, and also the most poisonous wound.She gradually felt that her left thigh was losing consciousness a little bit.And it was this trauma that made it impossible for her to escape from here.

She knows who she is - in the population of deep sea hunters, she is at the forefront of the sequence, if not the strongest.Yet even so, she knew that her place in the Clan was not indispensable, and that she was by no means immortal.

She just didn't understand why there was such a trap.Why is there such an army.Why would her former enemies be willing to consume such a huge amount of power just to deal with a mere deep-sea hunter who is far away from the dark ocean and set foot on the land where land species live?

does it worth?

--I have no idea.But I'm not going to sit still either.

She gritted her teeth and raised her sword forward.The murlocs came at her, and she slashed, severing an arm to get out of the way of a javelin.The huge iron anchor fell on her head, and her right leg exerted strength to dodge to the left.

The wall of the abandoned fishing village was smashed by her, and she rushed in, but the ambush soldiers were waiting for her with fishing nets.Cut the net, but this time it was impossible to dodge the harpoon piercing from the side.

In severe pain, blood spilled from the side of the shoulder.A sense of weakness filled her whole body because of this, and she simply let the wound be torn wider, continued to move forward, and slapped the giant sword on the attacker's head.

A murloc's head was slapped flat.

However, the body whose head was slapped flat was still able to move—the harpoon was twisted vigorously, causing a splotch of blood to foam up.And more murlocs rushed towards her like a tidal wave.

Behead one, the one killed will not die, and will soon heal and regenerate.

After repelling one, three more immediately continued to make up for the gap.

Smash the wall and rush into the streets of the abandoned village.Let's fight and go.

Then--

She saw a salvo of harpoons coming towards her.

..............................

"5 minutes ago, there was a killing here."

The fiery chariot stopped, and the rider's body turned into nothingness due to the arrival of the destination.The moment she stepped into this fishing village surrounded by the black sea, the bloody smell in the air made Miss Stel frowned.

She stepped down from the carriage, and the carriage turned into flames and was held in her hands—the gaze was turned, but what she saw was the intertwining of bright red and dark green, covered with frost and scorching blood and soil.

The dark green blood is very strange, but the red blood is very familiar - she has fought Skadi more than once in the past, and because she didn't intend to let Skadi's blood stay on the ground.So whenever Skadi loses—this is inevitable—when unfortunately one or more wounds are added, her flames will take a step ahead of gravity, completely erasing Skadi’s blood from the surface of the earth .

She's a lot stronger than Skadi, has always been a lot stronger, so she can do it—in fact she doesn't even hurt Skadi, the few times she gets hurt, it's Skadi's own fault.

And in those few rare mistakes, she remembered the fragrance of this blood.

"It's Skadi, she's here to fight against unknown enemies." Miss Sturtle rubbed a smear of blood lightly on her fingertips.

"She doesn't seem to be doing well."

"But he shouldn't be dead." Persephone, who also got off the car, touched the air of this consciousness layer. "There is no smell of death in the air. No one, not a living thing, was killed in this battle."

"She ran away?"

"I think so." Persephone nodded, his eyes swept across the battle marks on the ground. "She was under siege. Her opponents were humanoid creatures weighing [-] to [-] kilograms and no taller than three meters. These creatures use blunt weapons or throw spears, and they are not weak."

"The footprints are very strange. There are traces of fish but they also look like people." Miss Shiertel saw a complete footprint.Then she quickly branched out from this one to many more.

She saw many footprints gathered together, and then a small part of them scattered and most of them pointed to the black ocean not far away-the ocean gave her a familiar feeling.It was as if I had once stepped inside and fought with some unknown behemoth.

But she didn't remember that--she didn't remember the war, she didn't remember the fight.And this vague sense of familiarity was quickly abandoned in the sea of ​​consciousness, because she felt that there were more important things to do now.

"About ninety in number, seventy left, twenty scattered to somewhere around, no corpses, they were the victorious side so they left very calmly - but I'm not sure if Skadi was successfully escaped or was killed They took it away. Because I didn't find any traces of Skadi's departure."

She blew on the blood stains on her fingertips, thinking that the blood of Agor would turn into the messenger she was looking for—but the blood rejected her here.It didn't become what she needed.

"The breath has been cut off." Persephone concluded as a master warlock. "Or Skadi cut off her breath. Maybe her breath was blocked by that group of things like seafood. The only thing that can be determined is the fact that she is a loser, and it seems inconvenient for her to turn back directly. Back to the real world."

"It seems that we have to separate here." The girl doctor said. "Stay on the shore alone and deal with the weaker ones. Go to the sea alone. Deal with the stronger ones or encounter their old nests... Sylter, are you going to do multiple-choice questions?"

"I'll go and have a look in the sea." Miss Shirter replied, stretched out her hand, grabbed the sword floating around her, and then turned her head towards the girl beside her. "Persephone, you are all right ashore."

"Downgrading and synchronizing just prevents me from exerting my full strength instead of weakening me to the point of failure. Sylter. I can untie the shackles at any time and return to my level of consciousness." Persephone replied with a smile.

This is an affirmative answer.

This answer removes all worries.

Miss Shirtle nodded, stepped out, held the sword, and walked into the sea.The black sea parted at her feet.And her actions in the water are not blocked by anything.

She disappeared.

And Persephone stood where she was, quietly waiting for her to disappear out of sight.

The Rhode Island doctor turned his head.

Patrol, observation, many big or small, more or less details are reflected in her eyes - she saw the beginning and end of the war, and saw the wounded Agor being sealed in a cage and brought into the black in the ocean.And the branch that spread out followed a faint flame and disappeared into the distance.

It's a very faint fire, but it has some similarities with Shirtel's flame... If a certain red hair stays here for a few more seconds, then she must be aware of this thing.

She knew that kind of flame because she had felt it on Lyudmila yesterday when she was conducting consciousness exploration experiments.

"So that's how it is. It's just a test, a peek into the god of the present world, to know whether her will has been transferred to the deep sea because she has planted a family in the deep sea... that's the thing."

She flexed her fingers.

Want to stop it?

Won't you stop it?

No, there is no need to stop.Because temptation is two-way, and since Skadi joined Rhodes Island, the battle between the gods of this world and the gods of the past is only a matter of time.

She exhaled softly.

He turned his head and walked towards another place where the bleak flame was.

"I hope you at least know how to walk, killer whale." She said lightly, stepping into the wilderness.

"I don't mind how many people there are on her bed. After all, if there are not enough bonds, then even I can't get up. But I... have had enough of those who can't even walk, only know how to crawl and even crawl upside down fool."

Chapter 150 Seven: The Secret City of the Deep Sea

The sea of ​​consciousness is not the real sea.

That's just a concept, a creation.Formed from endless thoughts, it is as dark and dark as the ocean.

That's emotion.

Joy, happiness, sadness, hate, sorrow, pain, love, despair, anger, loneliness, regret, twisted, sick and delicate—the countless emotions are mixed together and aggregated with each other.Infinitely damaged and broken memory fragments are mixed and spliced ​​together.

Miss Steele saw many things.

I saw the old man dying of illness alone on the cold bedside, with no one to take care of him.

I saw the baby die in the mother's womb, dying at the exit of life.

I saw young men being tortured by taxes and servitude, dying at their workstations.

I saw a man in his prime wearing a helmet and armor, killed by swords and spells in the chaos of war.

Seeing the young woman being bullied, she hanged herself in the room in loneliness.

Seeing the overworked old woman lose all relatives and friends, her heart is broken and broken in grief.

She saw death piled up like a mountain, gathered like a sea and did gather into a sea.

There are more negatives than positives, so that's why it's a black ocean.

Death was more bitter than life, and this is Terra now.

Tyra.

Ordinary people can't bear this kind of Terra, can't bear this kind of sea—if they are just mediocre things, then all their flesh and personality will be wiped out the moment they come into contact with this deep black tide.And those who are a little better will fall into it, be swallowed, and be fused, just like a slave who succumbs to whipping.

"Boring," said Miss Steele flatly, and she walked forward.The pitch-black sea water solidified into deep floating stones under her feet.And from the stones, a longer history is presented.

She saw crowds gather and villages became kingdoms.

She saw kingdoms rise and nations fight against each other.

She saw rivers of blood flow, saw people fighting for one king against another.

She saw the bones piled up into mountains, and saw people who claimed to be gods ravaging the common people and raining disasters and resentment.

A stone is the rise and fall of a kingdom.And the collection of thousands of stones is the path laid under her feet for her to move forward.

But she didn't care--what did she care?Haven't you seen enough?Haven't you tasted enough?Don't you know enough about yourself?

There was such a voice whispering in her heart - she vaguely felt that something was wrong, but she didn't know what was wrong.She has indeed witnessed the rise and fall of countless countries in the dream world and even participated in them.But in Terra...

— Terra?

—Have I never ruled Terra?

Another weird idea came to mind.In a trance, she felt that there were gaps in the thousands of countries under her feet—the history was incomplete and the structure was not complete. It seemed that every country of the mortal race should have the same immortal individual participating in it to determine their origin and destiny. end.

She frowned—the strange feeling disappeared without a trace.

— hallucinations?

——This ocean, trying to influence me?

Breathing lightly, although the power is still restricted, the immortal fire is gushing out from the depths of the soul.The pitch-black ocean was vaporized, and the black stone road under his feet was vaporized.And those illusions, that strange feeling, were finally completely wiped out, leaving nothing left.

"I don't know what it means." The girl hummed softly.

She saw through the flaws in it—if there was really a person, an individual, who had survived and participated in the rise and fall of the nations since ancient times, how could it not have the slightest trace left?

How could there be no poetry in its praise?How is it possible not to fear its motto?

How could those individuals who have a long lifespan and can live forever and claim to be gods not engrave the long-lasting things in this history in stone and steel?

No, not at all.The Terra in the game she remembered was almost the same as the Terra she saw with her own eyes when she opened her eyes five years ago.The only difference is that as a doctor of Rhodes Island, Persephone, the evil spirit of Babel, seems to have talents and powers beyond expectations—oh, and now there is a sudden addition of the Star Transformation Cult .

This change is very small, too small.It is too small to accommodate a behemoth entrenched in history.And since it cannot be tolerated, it is false.

she thought, and moved on.

However, in the sound of her advancing footsteps, there was a faint and long song that sounded vaguely.

——'Bury the face of the tyrant with the blood of three hundred kingdoms'

——'With the lives of [-] ethnic groups, take away the crown of tyrants'

——"With the roar of [-] heroes, overthrow the kingdom of tyrants"

- 'With 44 great victories, the tyrant's reign was ended'

——'It will be lost, it will decline, its traces and history will be forever forgotten'

——'Because of its sword, no longer...'

The ballad came to an abrupt end, because such humble and weak words were not worthy of being heard by the gods in this world, and because of the last song, it was crushed in the girl's last footsteps.

The road has come to an end.

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What appeared in Miss Shirtel's eyes was a city in the sea, built with blue-black stones, and all the structures were constructed of rhombus-shaped pointed stone pillars.It looks like a pyramid, but there is not just one pyramid, but hundreds of thousands of pyramids gathered in one place.There is only one portal to enter and exit, and the specification of that portal is like a towering valley.

Huge mountain, ferocious mountain.

There is still fresh blood overflowing from the crack of the mountain, and the taste of this blood is very familiar.

"I found it." She said softly, raising her hand and the sword in her hand.

She saw the defenders of Shicheng, those strong and fully armed giants that looked like people and fish.They carried harpoons and warhammers, and in the crenels of their walls were whale-hunting ballistas and net guns, and they seemed to have been ready for a long time before the maiden came.

No scolding, no condemnation.The moment they saw each other, only war could be the solution.All the ballistas were fired in an instant, and all the nets blocked the vision, and after the nets that blocked the vision, there was a torrential rain of spears with poison.

And the girl returned fire.