The snow had stopped, the wind had stopped, and the whole world seemed to be frozen to the point of being frozen.

As the sun jumped out of the horizon, Stroger woke up from his dormant state, turned his head to look at the small wooden house that was temporarily built with branches to cover the cold wind and snow of the night, and then he still lay on the ground, relaxing his expression, like a bored watchdog.

Making such a small wooden house does not consume much energy. His energy can be recharged in the sun to replenish it. So when he made this wooden house last night, he almost destroyed a forest. The materials were all good tree trunks, with even proportions and straight growth. Then he carefully built such a small wooden house. It was said that the wooden house was a temporary building, but it didn't look very similar. If it weren't for him, he might think that this was a resort of rich people specially built on this hillside.

The wooden house was not moving, bathed in the sun, and became the only place with a little popularity in the snow. Strogg had never been in the human world, and he could not tell where this feeling came from, but it was certain that this feeling made him feel like the world was not that cold before.

As a mechanical life body, both the original body and the body created by Ilena have a strong tolerance for coldness. The extreme cold in the human world will not have any impact on him, but this scene at this moment inexplicably made him feel a little warmer in his heart.

"Die...got! That...that is...emotion from the human...world!" In Strogg's consciousness, a low voice stuttered a little and stuttered.

"Who are you?" Stroger and Furile said in surprise.

"Two... idiots! Who am I... I... don't even know, how can you... know?" the voice said.

Stroger and Furley naturally guessed who this was, but they both expressed their attitudes with silence.

"Hey, it seems like you are like me, and you have been in the human world for a long time, and slowly have the same experience - starting to be assimilated by humans."

Stroger had no intention of talking about these things with the scorching sun, and asked coldly: "Aren't you already distracted from your consciousness? How can you still remember your previous memories? Could it be that you have multiple cores of consciousness?"

This is indeed a strange problem. After entering Strog's body, many of the light talismans that formed the scorching sun were destroyed and transformed into pure energy. He lost so many light talismans and should have no complete consciousness, and he didn't even need to change his memory. But what's going on? How could he still have the previous memories? He could even express his thoughts!?

Could it be that the consciousness of the scorching sun is quite similar to the gods, and can self-repair and rebirth? No, except for Tiratamis, other main gods have never heard of this kind of self-repair consciousness.

"Hmph! Stupid! Isn't anyone telling you that when you are memorizing... something important..., can you compress the content of the memory...?" asked Scarlet Sun.

"Compression? How to compress? Is your algorithm deep enough to compress memory arbitrarily?" Furier was a little surprised.

"This doesn't require... any algorithm!" Scarlet Sun denied. "This is just... the human world, no, the simplest... a way to express memory tags." Scarlet Sun seemed to have some ability that Stroger had never seen before, and even his speech gradually began to become smoother. This made Stroger look at him even more impressed.

"If humans hate a person... they will downplay the specific memory content and label this person in the memory label, bad person, so that even if... he forgets how bad this person is, the bad person label of this person will not... disappear. In fact, the memory will be compressed, or...simplified. So, I... also learned this way."

Stroger said: "So you actually compressed your memory like this?"

"That's right. So...even if I'm defeated and my consciousness is cut, I can gradually...recover myself. Although it's a bit difficult to restore to the original...look, it's still okay to restore some important things."

"Then... aren't you going to die? You can recover after your consciousness is cut. You are so strong." Fleir inserted.

"Well... from a human point of view, that's how it is." Scarlet Sun replied.

"Hmph!" Stroger said disdainfully, "What's the use of this? Even if you can restore yourself to your original state, what can you do? Are you still trapped in this body?... By the way, I suddenly remembered a question. His Highness Ares has taken our consciousness into his hands. Why don't he destroy us but ask His Highness Elena to restore us again? What does he mean?"

The scorching sun did not answer and was silent for a long time.

Seeing the scorching sun, Strog continued: "I know my identity. After His Highness Tiratemis was arrested, I was actually a masterless soul. It is actually no difference to destroy me or leave me. With His Highness Ares' ability, destroying me is just a slight effort. Moreover, in terms of identity, His Highness Elena is the consciousness of the second floor of virtual space. The second floor of virtual space has always been the place where His Highness Ares supervised and his clergy are his priests. The powerful consciousness there is always the object of his need to destroy. Why can he put down his butcher knife and spare her? Are you not your ability? Do you know the reason?"

The scorching sun still didn't answer, silently not knowing what he was thinking.

"Also, if you have such a strong recovery ability, will His Highness Ares beholding your ability and restore you and me?... But if it is for your ability, why did he not use any way to restrain you and me under his command, but let us follow His Highness Tong Liya to act freely?... Could it be that he was standing on His Highness Tiratemis's side in terms of his original will?" Strogg raised several possibilities in a row, but the Scarlet Sun did not answer any of them.

"I can't answer these... questions. I can reply to some of my consciousness, but I can't recover the lost memories. My memory compression method is just... in order to restore my consciousness to a certain extent, but I can't restore all the memories... back. However, if I guess...yes, he probably... is tired of his clergy."

"Tired? Are you saying that a Lord God is tired of his priesthood?" Strogg said in surprise.
Chapter completed!