I! The Salted Fish Law God Was Eavesdropped On By Master Loli

It's like the injustice of fate, let you go through this or that hardship step by step.

On the high throne in the hall, the eyelids of the dying king moved slightly, and his turbid eyes stared at the ground, like a dead bone that had been dead for a long time.

"Mother."

Nanako said those two words again with red eyes, and only sadness remained in her heart.

But in front of her.

The woman who looked extremely similar to her did not show even the slightest bit of emotion. Biting resentment and murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

For a moment.

She suddenly drew the dagger and stabbed at Nanako frantically, but she only took a step forward, and it was difficult to move under the terrible pressure.

She gritted her teeth, mocking and resentful all over her face.

"Mother? Ridiculous."

She sneered, and moved her body with difficulty under that huge pressure.

"Are you talking about the stupid woman who has been buried deep in the loess? Don't be kidding me, I am a servant of His Majesty my God, and I came to this world to accomplish the great cause of His Majesty!"

Nanako finally closed his eyes forcefully,

Two lines of tears streamed down his cheeks, all the way down his chin.

Lynn was silent.

He didn't say any more, and suddenly stretched out his hand, and the power of Ronglong instantly rushed into the woman's eyes like divine light.

Her pupils dilated instantly.

Lynn's consciousness was constantly swimming and observing the periphery of her soul sea.

Finally, he whispered:

"Her soul has undergone an extremely profound transformation. She still has memories from the past, but the Fallen God has erased her feelings. In her current thinking, there is almost nothing left but the fanatical belief in the Fallen God."

Lynn didn't dare to snoop any further.

Because he has also noticed that her soul also has the prohibition set by the Fallen God.

And as long as he peeps rashly, the ban will be triggered immediately, causing her soul to explode directly, and there is no way to save it.

"Why is that?"

Nanako lowered his head and clenched his fists hard,

Her tears fell to the ground drop by drop.

"Why can't you get peace even if you die?"

Lynn looked at her complicatedly, took her tightly in his arms, raised his head, and looked at the sky indifferently.

yes.

Why can't you find peace even if you die?

He knew that this was the handwriting of a fallen god, that he controlled the soul and the world after death.

Just like to the Soul King, to all those whom he takes a fancy to, he always fools the mortal souls again and again, making them unable to liberate them.

"Maybe there are other ways we can get to the bottom of things."

he whispered.

Immediately, he turned his head, and his eyes fell on the deepest part of the hall, the old man sitting high on the throne.

that king.

His eyes were cloudy, like a puppet, and even if someone approached, he would not hear it.

In fact, when Lynn first saw the old king, he had already seen the manipulated power from the realm of the soul above his soul.

But he couldn't figure it out.

His blood is still strong, and his strength is far greater than the woman in front of him, why can he still be affected by that soul power.

And now.

He thought he already knew why.

hum-

In the raging wind, Lynn stretched out his hand and easily dispelled the soul power that controlled the old king.

With the flash of red light in his turbid eyes, he finally woke up from the sinking of manipulation.

It seemed like a body that had not really moved for decades.

Finally moved slightly.

Under the gazes of Lynn and Nanako, the old king raised his head slowly, his wrinkled face even more numb.

His eyes gradually regained clarity.

The face of the woman already controlled by Lynn was reflected in her eyes.

thump—

thump—

He supported his aged body, stood up from the throne, and walked towards the woman step by step.

Like he didn't notice Lynn and Nanako, like he only had the woman in his eyes.

his daughter.

His eyes were full of sorrow and mourning.

He raised his hand slowly and stroked the cheek full of runes and secret words.

He was dying.

He was voluntarily controlled, and he voluntarily made himself her puppet.

Just like a few decades ago, under that extreme idea of ​​forbidden magic, he set up the situation step by step, and forced his dearest daughter to death step by step.

He still clearly remembers the heartbreak in her eyes when he surrounded them with the Forbidden Devil himself.

But he showed no mercy.

He was unusually cold.

In his eyes only the anger of being betrayed and the extremely paranoid pursuit of the forbidden magic.

And in this indifference, he killed his own daughter with his own hands.

"Do you mourn?"

"As a king of a kingdom, a sage, would you feel heartache for letting your own daughter die in your own hands?"

"What if I told you that what she said was always right? If I told you that banning demons has never been your tradition, it was the imprint I left in your body that interfered with your thinking, and it was a time I did to you. What about the experiment?"

"Then, do you still think you are right?"

The ironic mocking whisper seemed to be still ringing in my ears.

The old king hugged his daughter with cloudy eyes, stared at the ground with dazed eyes, and said:

"I'm guilty."

"What did you encounter?" Lynn asked in a low voice.

The old king raised his head, his eyes full of chaos.

He was seeing God for the first time.

It was also at the moment when he killed his own daughter that he was in a barren wilderness.

Countless ashes are floating around, and the sky is a large gray vortex, as if countless souls are swallowed by that vortex all the time.

And it was there that he saw the countless tentacles of nothingness derived from the vortex.

And the vertical pupil that seems to be able to see through the heart.

That mocking look.

"You are wrong, old king, and what your daughter has always pursued for you is the real truth, and your righteous act of killing relatives really pleases me."

"So I'm happy to let you get the truth, let you get rid of the forbidden magic tradition that has tormented you for hundreds of years, and let you truly be free."

So on that day.

In his mind, the dam that had been forbidden for hundreds of years collapsed suddenly.

At the moment of the collapse, he really realized that the idea of ​​prohibiting demons that he originally adhered to was never just a shackle imposed by external forces.

And with that paranoid collapse.

What he saw was his daughter's cold body.

He was paranoid and killed himself.

And the kind of grief that has been suppressed by paranoia in the bottom of his heart is like a tide, rumbled across his entire soul.

He was weeping and roaring up to the sky.

He regrets, he blames himself, he hates, but he is powerless and unable to repay.