I slightly changed the last paragraph from yesterday and added a few lines. Otherwise it wasn’t tense enough...
Everything seems to be still in sight, even everything that was originally not in sight...
The human body in red robes rushed forward; the long sword and dagger pulled out a piece of green light; the pain in his left hand, the burst of air around him, and the burning fire - all fell silent in the darkness, melting away.
Make an eerie silence.
Silence is darkness. Even if the silver light is in front of you, above your head, and flowing around your body, it still can't dispel even a single bit.
The opposite of silver light is red.
It seems that in the blink of an eye, everything is covered and wrapped in red; jumping like flames, light and bright like petals, thick like blood, heavy like magma, deep, shallow... red outlines countless
The image is like a single shadow with all colors filtered out.
The red extends outward, forming a human silhouette.
Children, young people, girls, women, big men, old men, humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, even evil beasts, demons, demons, angels, illithid, name it, name it... countless
The images are outlined in different shades of red, and they move in the surrounding space, forming a lively scene.
The red color extends outward to form the building.
Slender and exquisite Korola buildings, sharp and towering Gelt buildings, heavy ancient Romanesque buildings, older and styleless buildings, fields, caves, castles, fortresses, ramparts, temples, heavens, and even mechanical structures.
High-rise buildings. Narrow, broad, simple, towering, old, collapsed, forming streets, alleys, cities, scenes without walls, without end, infinite extension.
Everything is created, developed, and laid down in this way, until the end of the line of sight.
When I raised my head and looked around, my sight was not blocked at all. I could see those human figures and buildings constantly appearing, outlined and drawn in red, becoming three-dimensional images. And further ahead, it was darker than black.
The existence of chaos.
However, everything is constantly collapsing, destroying, and dying, at the end of sight behind you.
When I look back, my sight is not blocked at all. I can see those human figures and buildings constantly disintegrating. Human bodies and scenery turn into red and black lines, shattering and disappearing, completely unaffected by distance.
, the figure opened its mouth wide,
They were calling and crying, waving their limbs, climbing and running... However, everything was in vain. They could only disappear in the end, turning into crushed dust, and finally being swallowed into the incomparable darkness of the void, an existence darker than black.
, in the midst of chaos.
Everything is silent and silent, except for the changes of light and shadow, the footsteps of actions, the exchanges of people, and the collapse of the world.
The sound just echoes alone.
"Find it and you will have everything you want, everything you need, everything you desire..."
This is a mysterious voice, with different pitches and pitches. The narrator seems familiar, but it is something completely different.
"What do you desire? Do you desire any power?"
"Easy, or the right choice...
"Did you find it?"|
"Why do we need to get power? Power means everything, and the rest is absurd..."
"Expecting to have everything is greed."
"Find it, and you're about to do it.
"Greedy?"
"Having power is not greed. The so-called greed is an improper estimation of one's own power and an extravagant desire. But people with power always carry more things, and they deserve more."
"Even if you use this kind of power to hurt others? There is no power that does not hurt anything. There is no wrong or right, positive and negative, exterior and interior, right and wrong, they are just two sides of the same body."|
"Find it, and you'll have everything."
…
It was a familiar, subtle voice, and those were familiar questions and answers... Edward raised his gaze upwards with some realization, and fixed it on the silver light.
It's different there than here.
There is a throne there, floating alone at the top of everything. There is a red robe on the throne, sitting proudly, and there is a being in the red robe, overlooking all this happening.
Is that part of this world? Or it is, but it doesn't look like it because in this weird world of black, red and silver, only his existence is normal, complete and colorful.
The throne is also black, but it is not the same as the endless deep darkness. It is sparkling and smooth, like marble, reflecting slight stray light, transparent and bright.
The robe is also red, but it is not the same as the monotonous ones that outline the mirror image. It is light and dark, soft, like the best velvet, full of wrinkles of light and shadow, warm and fine velvet.
And what is wrapped in this robe is also in the shape of a human body.
No, just skeletons.
The pale, dry and smooth skeleton stretched out from the sleeves of the robe and rested on the armrest of the throne. The pale, dry and smooth skull was in the shadow of the hood. And a touch of luster came from the hollow
The eyes lit up, swayed, and flickered, from blue to orange, constantly changing, subtle, but profound, adding a strange, rhythmic vitality to him.
Or, can we call it an expression?
"You're here. Welcome to your arrival, welcome to your return." A voice echoed. It was louder than the other voices, but also raw, with a strange, ancient-like element.
"Who are you?"
Then all the noise stopped suddenly, and because of this, another voice also sounded.
"Who are you? A lich? What do you want to do? No, where is this place? Time has been stopped? Is this a reaction between artifacts? Is this my voice? Let me go damn it, stop...
"
A series of inquiries, no tone, no rhythm, no pause. Direct, without any hindrance, continuous, without the slightest gap. It should not be so direct, but now it is replying non-stop.
ring,
That is not ordinary words, but thinking.
Then, the voice stopped - for a psychic who is aware of the existence of the problem, sealing off his own thinking fluctuations is the basic thing.
"Very good...pretty good, very good. Better than I expected."
The skeleton opened its jaws slightly, and his voice was smooth and kind, just like a human being, but it seemed that a soft clicking sound could be heard: "Who am I? Am I a lich? I caused all of this.
Does it happen? What do I want? The reason for everything and your desire to leave. You must have many questions now." He spoke slowly and shook his head at the same time: "But that is not important, those are not important.
,The important thing is that you haven’t figured out the questions you should ask yet..."
"The key is who you are," he said.
"I'm Edward Vincent."
"That's just an identity of yours. You are this person, but this person is not you, not the complete you, not what your soul looks like. It's just a code name and an appearance, isn't it?"
"..."
"Silence and denial are worthless. You know what I'm talking about, and you also know who I am. Yes, you know, you just haven't fully recalled it yet." The skeleton slightly shook the golden flames in its eyes,
Seems to represent an emotion - tending to be happy, he
He changed his original sitting posture and used a skeletal palm to support his slightly tilted head: "But this is not surprising. After all, the memory is not deeply related to you. It is difficult to recall anything. But
Don't worry, we have plenty of time, almost unlimited time."
"..."
"Okay, as you wish, tell me about me. I am a human being, or rather, I was once a human being, a businessman, but also a mixed race. Among my ancestors, there was a stupid woman yin*
So, my blood carries some cursed ingredients, and at the same time, I also possess it, and in the end
I awakened a power far beyond that of ordinary people. So I became a spell caster and a warlock." The skeleton made a series of crisp rubbing sounds and continued: "...I have studied for a long time and exerted the power of my blood to the fullest...
...Finally, I have power, I have a title, I am the king of warlocks..."
The narrative was long, but also very short. It seemed that in just a blink of an eye, a story with ups and downs had come to an end. When the voice fell, Edward couldn't help but frown, and found himself, seemingly indulging in it, but seeming to have gained nothing -
This is a magnificent story, but who is the 'I' in that story? It is too long and ancient, so specious that it cannot overlap with any words in his memory. "A legendary experience, however, this is to me
…”
"It's meaningless? No, this is very important. This memory is very important, because this is also your story, and it will eventually be your experience." The Lich suddenly laughed, his voice loud, and the red scenery around him also
The laughter began to sway like water waves. At this time, all the figures
Raise your head, look up at his presence, kneel down, and worship. "Yes, you are me, so you will inherit this memory. The memory of the arcane masters, the memory of the twelve great spellcasters, the only remaining ancient wizard
The memory of the demon, my memory. And in the end, it will become your memory."
"Inherit your memory?"
"Yes. When you become me, you are you. You will gain power, the power of magic, the power of law, the power to rule this plane, and even the power to rule the entire multiverse. What you have always expected to get
Power, the power you deserve. You will exist forever, beyond death. When everything ends, even the multiverse is destroyed, you will be able to exist and reshape everything."
"I don't want it."
"What did you say?" The space shook, and everything changed as the red robe straightened, like an earthquake, affecting everything in the space.
"I refuse." Edward's voice was calm and firm. He was just looking up at the throne suspended in mid-air. In fact, he should be standing at its feet, but he could clearly construct its appearance in his heart - each one
Angle, every detail, front, back, left and right, even the tiniest cuffs, the shadows of the hood, even the hollows in the eye sockets and jawbones, every turn is as clear as if you are holding it in your hand.
.
But that's false.
It's a lie.
It's deception.
"You are not him, nor anything else...you are you. In this world, you are the only one who is you."
A voice said this. It has no sound waves and no rhythm, but it bursts out from the deepest part of the soul, echoes, and finally shines loudly. "Yes, I am not you, nor him, or anything else... I am me, I am
It’s impossible to be anyone, it won’t be anything else, it shouldn’t be, and it’s even less possible to be anything. My memory, my heart, every minute and every second of mine are all mine, and I won’t give them away.
.No matter who or what it is.”
Edward continued, his voice calm and firm, without any waves.
Are you deceiving me with false lies, trying to deprive me of everything, gain? Gains like this with lies will only lead to loss. Losing the existence called 'I' will become an insignificant piece in the torrent of memories. There is no eternal life.
, there is no immortality, planes will perish, matter will perish, and even this multiverse does not exist forever. Pursuing eternity? It is the biggest lie from the beginning. Because that is equivalent to death." Edward sneered and said.
However, it seems that it is not the product of his thinking, but just a natural declaration.
There is nothing that cannot die, not even death itself.
"...You actually refuse? Do you know what you are doing? Is your soul traumatized? Are you crazy?"
"I know very well."
"No, you don't know, it's impossible, you can't refuse, and you shouldn't... You are me, you can't refuse, and you shouldn't... This is impossible unless you are not... aren't you?" The voice was sharp.
Get up, simply repeat
, and with this sound, the space is vibrating, and all the shadows are disintegrating, turning into countless dust, extending from the outside to the inside. Only the silver light becomes brighter, more transparent, and finally scorching the eyes.
The darkness collapsed.
…
pain.
The electric current surged crazily in my mind, ruminated from every nerve, condensed on the outer ends of the bones, and condensed on the skin, condensing into a fiery stimulation, which was pain.
Everything in the eyes is flowing, turning into a scene different from the memory. The red color that occupies the main body is constantly dying and retreating. As a result, the world is returning, returning to thick fog, black mud, flames, shouts and screams.
A world of screams, pain and coldness - the real world.
But it's different from the original.
The red is moving away, because the person wrapped in it is using a terrible movement to fall backwards, no, fly out, and hit the ground awkwardly.
But the pain was still real. Edward turned his eyes and noticed the sharp blade lying across his neck. The cold touch came from his neck.
Then there was a voice, filling the ears. It was a familiar voice, but it seemed extremely unfamiliar - because it was a familiar voice, it should be a clear and beautiful voice - shouting in an unfamiliar high voice.
, roaring, or in other words, close to roaring...
"...Now, let him go...otherwise, I will kill your companions"
"A paladin actually threatens others with his life?" A sneer came from behind her head, calm, but there was an imperceptible suppressed tremor in the woman's voice, which was obviously not as clear as the words.
Don't care. "If I don't let him go, do you really dare to take action? Besides, do you think if you take action, he will have a chance to live?"
"Let him go, let go of my companions, otherwise, I will really kill him. I swear in the name of the God of Dawn, I will definitely do that."
That was Elena's voice.
Edward narrowed his eyes slightly and noticed that the paladin had been standing not far away at some point. Perhaps she had seized the opportunity when the man in red robe fell to the ground. She had already stepped on the back of the red robe with one foot and held it in her hand.
The long sword pointed downwards, pointing directly at the choked voice in the hood.
However, this threat had no effect.
Not just because of the laws of the paladin - even though the blade of the long sword in his hand has also been placed on the hostage's neck, there is a decisive gap between the two sides.
A short distance away, the necromancer looked extremely miserable. Half of his clothes had dissipated, and the exposed shriveled body was covered with horrific wounds. The skin without much blood was already covered with charred black, but it was turned outwards.
, like a mouth opened due to hunger. The pale internal tissue is also inlaid with a large number of metal fragments.
But he is still alive.
Although the fragmentation grenade exploded at close range is not powerful due to the charge, it is enough to tear apart the body of an ordinary person. However, this undead caster seems to have transformed himself, so he can still move his hands.
Gathering enough dangerous magic amplitude
"You won't do it, stupid guy, you can't afford it."
"You can give it a try"
"Okay, I'll count to three, and we'll put down our weapons together. One..."
That was a sign... the Necromancer's spell was nearing its end...
It has to be fast.
The slight friction sound caused the psychic warrior's weapon to pause slightly, but before she could react, the necromancer had already let out a miserable howl, and chaotic energy exploded around her.
But the silver halo didn't just explode on the psychic warlock's body.
The transpositions of the psychic warriors are erratic psychic killers who focus all their mental power on the knowledge of space and displacement. They can reach any place they want and shuttle freely through danger like a storm.
Therefore, the sword blade held in the steel glove disappeared into the space the next moment. When it reappeared, it was already in the air at an angle that no one could defend, and strangely drew a silver arc before falling in the air.
.
The sword fell and blood splattered.
Edward's eyes suddenly tightened. (To be continued.
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