Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 323 Ready to hit the road
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The turbid and dark spirit is full of flickering scarlet that symbolizes madness and dark colors that depress negative.

The red moonlight emanates from the sphere in Edward's hand, temporarily serving as a simple barrier to block external influences.He sighed, let go of his hand, watched the neurotic madness caused by the pollution of the Mother Tree of Desire, remained silent for a few seconds, and sighed again.

"Can you be a little more sunny? I'm really worried that my depression will relapse after eating your uniqueness."

"You want to eat me, why are you asking so much?" With the help of the Outer God, the Bound God managed to get rid of the old pollution for a while, and he was sluggish, and said weakly, "You are stronger than the Mother Tree of Desire, I can't resist, If you want to kill, kill it."

"Don't be so pessimistic, I just want uniqueness."

Edward reached out and made a random cross on his chest: "You can say that you have successfully saved yourself, and you can also thank the Creator. After all, He wants you, who has resisted the Mother Tree of Desire for thousands of years, to live. Although I have no interest in accepting an angel, but He might be interested."

The Bound God was silent for a while. He moved the twisted and ferocious mummy body. He reached out and pulled out the disgusting flower-shaped sarcoma that was slowly growing in the gaps in the bandage. The coagulated blood of the mythical creature surged in the wound. expression.

"Did I have any choice?"

"Maybe there was."

The demon stretched out his hand, and under the strong converging effect of adjacent pathways, the body of the king of angels of the "prisoner" pathway involuntarily twisted and deformed, and twisted claws and fangs grew out of the filthy spirituality.The bandage wrapped around him like a shroud was attracted, as if it had its own will, and bloody tearing off the body of the mythical creature with flesh and blood.

The Bound God showed his great endurance, the fear of losing his authority, the pain of being forcibly stripped of his uniqueness by the aggregation effect, all of which were hidden under his unwavering expression, which had long been numb from the day-to-day torture .

"Maybe there was once, there is no right or wrong way to choose, you can live to become the King of Angels also proves your ability... The most important thing is that you made the right choice when fighting against the Mother Tree of Desire. Your patience saved your life."

"..."

But the patience and restraint made for various reasons only saved my life in the end.

It is Jin's good habit for the Bound God to keep silent, and it is difficult to see any expression on his mummy-like face.

Edward casually comforted him, not expecting any real reaction from the bound god.When those bandages were wrapped around His wrist, prayers and praises from believers gradually became clear in His mind.

After staying on the earth for a long time, the outer gods have been able to see these messy prayers. Anyway, the devil will pray to him, and the evildoers will also pray to him. People who yearn for revenge and power directly regard the abyss as the first place The choice, in short, the composition of believers is very complicated-oh, it is worth mentioning that as the reputation of "Abyss" and "Hell" further and rapidly declined, the affirmation of the Creator Church and a more complete analysis of the meaning of mysticism have now begun to prevail "You go to hell!" This new type of insult is full of old flavors.

Edward reached out and grabbed the strange shroud that had begun to fuse with his own skin. After initially forcibly accommodating the uniqueness with the help of the aggregation ability, he first gave some small punishments to all the believers who called "Mother Tree of Desire" in their prayers .

"I won't eat you for the time being, but not necessarily in the future."

"If you have strong self-esteem, you can ignore my next words—if you want to live, you can consider handing over Sequence One earlier. I'm also not interested in chasing down an ordinary angel."

While speaking, their fate and mystic connection began to interact normally, and the visible or invisible bondage was transferred from the bound god to the new prisoner path true god layer by layer.Different from the single form of the "demon" approach, the self-restraint and external force that "prisoner" symbolizes are closely related to everyone and things. It is specific to the straitjackets used to restrain patients in mental hospitals, and abstracted to laws or some kind of customary society. Standards, people yearn for freedom in shackles, and build layers of cages to block and restrain themselves in the fear of absolute freedom, so as to maintain a delicate balance between nature and society, a gap between indulgence and restraint.

Edward suddenly felt a substantive binding force acting on himself first——

The "prisoner" made him want to stop, stop activities, and set a range of activities for himself in space;
"Madman" clamors to restrain reason and replace thinking with pure instinct;
"Werewolves" deny their own social concepts such as etiquette and morality, and look forward to acting like wild animals without any restraint;
Then, the "living corpse" ossified the spirit along with the decline of vitality and activity, imprisoning the spirit body in the body, and the "resentful soul" was a resistance to the previous sequence, excessively liberating the soul bound by the body;
"Familiar, yes, feeling..."

Edward muttered twice with difficulty. This feeling of being wrapped in layers of curses is very familiar, and there is a chance to breathe when he is promoted step by step, but at this moment they are strengthened by uniqueness together, like many layers of cloth are wrapped together, leaving no trace. A little breathing room. The "puppet" restricts the activity like a "living corpse" and sets more restrictions. The "silent disciple" directly makes him not want to speak, and even further makes him want to cut off contact with the world and refuse to listen. Don't see, don't speak, don't feel, so as to achieve two-way, true complete silence.

And at this time, the malicious indulgence from the "demon" path is like a flame igniting this breathless layered veil, burning all the restraints of the body, spirit and non-biological instincts with the purest wild malice .

Anything chained to evil that does what it pleases becomes vulnerable.

'whatever it is? ' said the devil, 'I won't listen anyway. '

The Bound God seemed a lot more relaxed. Under the light of the red moon, his spirituality became active within the normal range.

"It's all played in advance..."

And "ancient evils" and "abominations" are interacting with the demon pathway, using evil curses and malice as a link, sometimes through indulgence of malice as a common connection, and sometimes contradicting each other in essence.

At the same time, the cries and prayers of believers have constructed another cognition, which is the identity of the "bound god" and "mother tree of desire" imagined by believers, either benevolent, ferocious, temperate, or Indulgence, contradict each other.

This is the spiritual imprint of Torzner, who has held the uniqueness for more than a thousand years.

Faced with such a mental imprint that seemed to be a stubborn stain, Edward didn't have much resistance, he directly chose to let go of his spirit.

In an instant, He swallowed the spiritual imprint that belonged to Torzner, and thousands of years of memories that did not belong to Him appeared out of thin air in the records of the decaying king.These memories have been flipped through in a hurry, through the ancient and barbaric era, following the time when "Alien King" Kwahitun led his alien creatures to plunder resources day after day, over the dawn of civilization, and gradually accepted Civilization, the long self-transformation that breaks away from biological instinct after touching "temperance", overturned the days when human beings began to try to cultivate normal believers after they prospered day by day, overcame the mighty catastrophe, and overturned the thousand-year-long peace in the southern continent In a corner, I passed the years of endless pain after being eroded by the mother tree of desire.

The king of decay has read Torzner's entire life so far, turned it into a record, and stored it in the ocean of his own thinking.

With this as the core, He accepted the brand of "Bound God", and naturally integrated the uniqueness easily.

The old veil with a depressing atmosphere stuck tightly to his body like a second layer of skin. His thinking and spirituality were suppressed, while reason and desire were restrained at the same time, and explosive power was brewing under layers of shackles.

At this moment, He felt himself in the bodies of different believers, in every human body, in various animals, in sealed objects, and in all spiritual things.

He can influence them and control them, and all spiritual things seem to be truly touched by him.

There was no too much announcement, no reaction to show power, it was just that everything in the world was affected in a flash just now, some became agitated, and some became more silent.

"The Bound", was born.

And the most intuitive feeling this brought to Edward is that his sealing ability has been significantly strengthened. At the moment when he took back the red moon to seal it, he seemed to feel the gaze of the maternal compatriot staring at him viciously.

"good."

He turned to look at Torzner: "Maybe one day after you die, I will continue to live as you."

"It's scary," Torzner said quietly.

Before dying, seeing a person who claims to be himself continues to live, even if the other person has his own life experience, his own memory, and everything about himself, can it be regarded as that he continues to live?Torzner felt that he was about to die.

Edward smiled: "Don't worry about these small things, our time is extremely long, maybe when you are really dying, you will be glad that there is another person - I have recorded your life, if you are eaten by me, I will also Treat you like a part of me."

"No," Torzner said, "at least not now."

"Well, you now have a choice."

Looking up at the sky, the symbol of the astral world has changed, and the symbol belonging to the "Bound God" has dimmed, and has fallen to the person of the slave god.

"You prisoners' way of life should not be mainly influenced by the outside world. More precisely, your shackles should come from the heart."

Torzner looked up.

Edward is also a little reluctant to speak now: "External constraints can only make you close to the 'prisoner', but what really imprisons you should be your own heart, set limits for yourself, use good or evil as motivation to break through the limits, and then set a limit. It might be better with new restrictions."

After saying these few words, Edward felt a deep feeling of "I don't want to talk". A conflicting emotion of wanting to be self-enclosed, but also wanting to break through all shackles and run towards absolute freedom affected his ability to judge things .Although the uniqueness and the instinctive changes brought about by the path were not enough to influence his will, the coming and going made him no longer in the mood to communicate with Torzner, and he directly threw the other party out of this closed space.

Edward also did not intend to say hello to the believers in the highlands. He left the star realm mechanically and asked in a stiff voice:
"To the Eastern Continent?"

……

Richard frowned, and exchanged glances with the "King of Curses" Baranka beside him.

He asked, "Did you have a special feeling just now?"

Balanca whispered with some fear: "For a moment just now, I felt that my spirituality does not belong to me. They can kill me, just like I kill others with insignificant objects."

"me too."

Richard muttered: "Why do you feel that no matter how the gods in our path change, people won't like them?"

These rebellious words immediately made Balanca show the same painful and ferocious expression as Mahamus, and he stayed away from Richard calmly, so as to prevent himself from being affected when the Temperance Angel was punished by God.

"Don't be so timid, he won't be punished by God for such a trivial matter." Richard glanced at his colleagues, gloating, "Speaking of which, those who were disemboweled just now prayed to the 'Mother Tree of Desire', now you Both the prayer and the wording should be revised."

Suddenly, he moved slightly spiritually and looked into the distance.

I saw a thin figure wearing a gray cloak coming from a distance on the path at the end of the line of sight. He was barefoot, as if a gust of wind could blow him down, but he carried a daunting and powerful spirituality, which made Baranka subconsciously Moved behind Richard.

The cloaked man gradually approached, revealing an equally dry, scarred face under the hood.

He looked at Richard, and Richard also looked at him, his expressions and actions were blasphemous.Apart from the terrifying scars and spirituality, this face is so ordinary that people can't remember it at all, like an ascetic monk that can be seen everywhere.

And Barranca was hesitating whether to kneel down or not.

"I remember you."

Torzner spoke suddenly.

"You prayed to me, prayed that I could give you a Sequence One."

"But you didn't give it to me." Richard said in a tone that seemed to be complaining, "I don't give me the uniqueness and sequence, and you don't want to help me backstab Siea, how can I have the ability to straighten out the roses?" What about the school?"

"I have no energy left." Torzner calmly and positively responded to the prayer that made his eyes go dark at the time.

"Then do you have the energy now?"

Balanca was so frightened by this sentence that he almost knelt down, and Richard seemed to have no idea how to write the words humility and piety, and he was seriously negotiating with the former "Bound God": "You see If you don’t want to give me your Sequence One, then you might as well join me in killing Siua and snatching his Sequence One, so that I can go one step further and life for the Highland Rebels will be easier. Some."

"You are a god that I have been devoutly believing in for more than 100 years, and Sierra has always been causing trouble for the Temperance School and the Rose School, confusing your cognition, and taking your anchor, so it should be in my pious spirit Are you partial to me for the sake of it?"

Richard uttered wild words, even the Bound God who had been a god for more than 1000 years was silenced by the wild words of this fanciful believer.

Barranca didn't dare to breathe, and Torzner had nothing to say, but the other party was a positive anchor who played many important roles after his poor state, helping him reintegrate the Rose School and reintegrate the Highland The rebels even fought against the indulgence faction's idea that "the bound god is the incarnation of the mother tree of desire", and they could barely express themselves, and they couldn't even protect the other party.

Thinking about it this way, Torzner's pitifully little humanity that was suppressed along with instinct emerged again.

He nodded: "But I can't guarantee your safety in the future." I can help you defeat Siea, but I can't defeat that outer god.

"It's ok."

Richard understood the other party's worries, and immediately smiled: "He doesn't care about these small things—ah, or He is willing to watch me struggle for a while. You are a tolerant and benevolent god! I believe in it devoutly For more than 100 years, when the Church of the Bound God still existed, I have been able to recite your teachings backwards, thank you for your generosity. Now it seems that I can finally get some normal help."

"Have I ever given abnormal help?"

"No, you didn't help me."

Richard smiled: "When my mother starved to death, I prayed to you, but you didn't give me an answer, and the priests said that we are born to suffer, and only by suffering can we strengthen our spirit and strengthen ourselves. My master and I When I was running away, I prayed to you, I want to know why we are suffering all the time, why war and death never end, when can we enjoy strength and happiness? Master said that suffering is the way we choose, our destiny. I When I and the rebels were defeated by the Northern Continent, I also prayed to you. I said that I have suffered so much, but where is the way to become stronger? You didn't answer me."

"Lord! There are so many ways, but we are the only ones who have to suffer like this. When suffering becomes the norm, when patience becomes a habit, we numb ourselves day after day, accept our fate, and never resist again."

The Temperance Angel pushed his glasses, his tone relaxed and his smile unchanged.

"If suffering is our destiny, then I absolutely do not accept this destiny."

Balanka half-kneeled on the ground with her head bowed.He originally pulled Richard's clothes hard to try to stop him from talking, but after hearing the words behind him, his pulling force gradually relaxed, and finally fell into a wordless silence.

Torzner was also thinking in silence, trying to find these prayers from his memory, but soon he gave up.

After the war started, there were too many people who had such experiences, and countless people asked him this way. He didn't know which tortured child in his memory grew up the angel in front of him.

"...Do I need to apologize?" Torzner asked seriously, "You give your faith, and I am responsible for protecting you. I didn't do it, and even I need your anchor to save me. I should apologize to you of."

Balanca turned pale with fright and wanted to speak, but he hadn't overcome his fear of faith, let alone accept the apology from the gods.

Even if the god has become weak and has fallen from the sky to the earth.

Richard frowned suspiciously, and then stretched out a teasing smile.

"Oh, you are so polite... How embarrassing to apologize?" The Temperance Angel approached, reached out and patted Torzner's shoulder, and his expression and tone gradually approached the whisper of the devil that Torzner had just heard. The latter felt uncomfortable, "Are you still thinking about how to save your believers? Are you still hesitating about what to do to restore the loss of the Highland Kingdom in the past 200 years? If this is the case, why don't you join me and will An infinite life devoted to an infinite struggle for the people of the Highlands?"

"You seem to be very busy, otherwise, we will drive out the garrison in the Southern Continent tonight, and then restore the country tomorrow..."

TBC
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Others Play Prisoner: Indulgence, Temperance

Decay Plays Prisoner: Imprisoned on Earth for 400 Years
　Recently, due to class and review, the update time will be more abstract, so I basically took the time to write.

　　
　
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