Canaan can feel that his life is constantly draining away. But he has no way to remedy it. He can only widen his eyes and try not to fall asleep.
Once it falls asleep, it may never wake up again.
It doesn't want to die, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, it wants to grasp it.
But is there really hope?
In this remote wilderness, at a time when humans and demons are fighting endlessly, will anyone remember it?
Many shadows flashed through Canaan's mind. The things that had influenced it in this life slowly emerged like a picture scroll. It suffered discrimination because of itself, but never complained about its mother; it wanted revenge, but also longed to get close.
Its father... the snake-tailed demon who bullied it, Prapa who secretly observed it... and the shopkeeper who brought it out of the mud at the bottom.
These shadows are entangled, some disappear into nothingness, some disappear into the darkness, and some are buried in the depths of memory.
The only shining ones are Prapa and the shopkeeper.
Because they are the only ones still in Rasudran, and they are the only ones who may remember themselves and maybe come to save it.
Even if Canaan knew in his heart, this possibility was extremely slim.
That plan is about to be implemented. Now that the demons have gone into hiding, who will take the initiative to leave their comfort zone to find discomfort? As for the shop owner, Canaan knows very well that his strength is not high and it is impossible to leave the psychedelic cabin at this dangerous time.
of.
So, no one will remember it in the end.
Canaan still didn't give up. Even though its whole body was twitching in severe pain, it didn't want to give up on itself.
It wants to live, even if it is destined to fall into darkness, as long as it can take one more look at the world, that is enough.
Canaan opened his eyes, watched the flames floating in the sky, looked at the ice floes floating in the sky in the distance, and quietly waited for the last moment to arrive... But at this moment, Canaan heard a buzzing sound.
Just nearby.
Canaan's heart moved. Does the buzzing sound mean there is life around it? It turned its head as much as possible, with a prayer in its expression, whether it is a human or a demon, as long as it can be saved, as long as it can be saved...
Canaan turned his head and saw the source of the buzzing sound, but he looked disappointed.
It was just a metal ball flying in the air.
It didn't know what the use of this metal ball was, but it obviously couldn't save itself. But Canaan thought about it and realized that this metal ball might be the last variable that appeared here. No matter what, it wanted to try
.
Thinking of this, Canaan opened his mouth full of the smell of blood and said in a voice that sounded almost like a mosquito:
"help me."
…
Do you want to save Canaan?
Angel actually hesitated for a moment. After all, Canaan is a demon and has a different path from humans.
Moreover, Canaan's will to survive is amazing. This kind of tenacious perseverance, coupled with its powerful ocean demon bloodline, has great talents and potential. If it does not die, it will definitely grow into a powerful demon in the future.
Having become so powerful before, Angel already felt a little guilty. If he saved Canaan again, it would be like creating another powerful opponent for the future of mankind.
Angel hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to save it.
Not only did Canaan take the initiative to ask him for help, but he also felt that his previous thoughts were too overestimating himself.
The power of demons is holistic, and so is that of humans; demons will progress, and so will humans. Individual power cannot affect the overall situation unless it reaches the level of demons.
What's more, Canaan was also very dedicated when he worked at the psychedelic cabin. Without Canaan's help, Angel would not have collected the money to purchase materials so quickly. Based on this, Angel would also go to the rescue.
Canaan.
"Save me..." Canaan first said this in demonic language. Later, the demonic language in its mouth became a common language for humans. No matter who it was, it would be willing to ask for help from the enemy.
After a long time, the metal ball showed no reaction.
Just when Canaan was about to despair, the metal ball suddenly moved.
It swayed up and down in the air. At first Canaan didn't understand its meaning, but later he discovered that the metal ball seemed to be writing words out of thin air by "moving".
--Stick to it.
Although the "devil writing" written on the metal ball was a bit awkward, Canaan could still understand it.
"It...let me hold on?" So does it mean to save me? Canaan's eyes suddenly burst out with hope, but soon, Canaan's bright eyes slowly dimmed again. This metal ball
Can you really save yourself by staying still in mid-air?
——Canaan.
At this time, the metal ball moved again. What made it a little surprised was that the metal ball wrote its own name out of thin air.
Canaan was a little confused. Does the metal ball know who it is?
In fact, many people in Rasudran know its name. But at this time, the metal ball wrote its own name, seeming to tell it: I know your name, and I will come to save you.
Canaan's heart had sunk to the bottom of the valley, but at this moment it slowly rose again.
After the metal ball wrote its name in the air, it stopped moving. After a while, when Canaan thought that his previous understanding was wrong and that all this was actually made up by his own mind, something suddenly appeared in the distance.
There was a buzzing sound.
Canaan was stunned and turned his head to look.
But I saw a new metal ball flying over in the sky not far away.
However, this metal ball does not come alone. There is also a small bag attached to its round body.
The metal ball with the pocket slowly lowered in front of Canaan. As soon as the pocket was untied, a small light blue bottle rolled out and landed on it.
Canaan stretched out his hand with difficulty and picked up the bottle. He had vaguely seen words on the bottle.
Sure enough, there was a small label affixed to the bottle. The top part was written in the common language of mankind. Canaan looked at it carefully and it seemed that it said "water of life." The bottom of the label was obviously newly written, and the ink was not dry yet.
He wrote a series of devilish words that looked extremely clumsy: Fall on the wound.
It had made many guesses before, who would this metal ball belong to, and did the other party really want to save itself? When it saw the font on the label, Canaan suddenly realized.
This poor demonic writing is exactly the same as the writing on the sign of the psychedelic cabin.
This is made by the shop owner.
Canaan's hands were shaking a little, and his eyes were covered with a thin layer of water.
At least there are still people in Rasudran who remember it.
Canaan lowered his eyebrows, suppressed his excitement, and whispered thank you.
…
Half an hour later, while Angel was still searching for human traces through the detection puppet, footsteps came from outside the Domain of Wind.
The sound of footsteps was hollow and staggering.
Angel turned back and glanced at Fafnir, who was drinking and eating meat. Fafnir also looked outside the realm of wind. When she saw the figure outside clearly, she said nothing and waved her hand casually.
.
There is a gap in the realm of wind.
From the gap, you can clearly see the thick smoke outside that almost blocks the sky.
In the billowing smoke, a figure stumbled in. As the figure entered the courtyard, the gap in the Wind Domain was sealed again.
As soon as the visitor entered the yard, he leaned against the big tree and kept panting. After a while, he calmed down and then raised his head and said: "Lord Fafnir, the owner... I'm back."
"If you run out at this time, you are asking for trouble." Fafnir glanced at the wounds on the visitor's chest and abdomen and sneered.
Angel greeted him with a smile: "Is your injury feeling better?"
The visitor was Canaan. After being treated with the water of life, its wounds had slowly begun to heal, but a complete recovery would require a long period of rest.
"It's much better." Canaan nodded: "Thank you shopkeeper for the medicine, otherwise I would have died outside."
"If you don't have the will to survive, you won't be able to persist until the detection puppet appears."
Angel's answer also indirectly admitted that he was the one who delivered the medicine. This moved Canaan even more. For it, if it weren't for Angel's help, it might really be hopeless.
Canaan didn't know how to express the gratitude in his heart, so he could only say thank you repeatedly.
"There's no need to say thank you. Just treat it as an employee benefit before leaving." Angel said nonchalantly: "Just bear with it, I'll check your wound for you."
Angel squatted down to check Canaan's injury. From the perspective of the puppet, he vaguely felt that its injury was a penetrating injury. Now that he saw it, it was indeed the case.
The injury is already in a state of recovery, but this at most guarantees that Canaan will not die. To fully heal, Canaan still needs to find a way.
Of course, Angel also has medicine that can instantly restore Canaan's injuries. For example, the life-saving water given to him by Granny Iron Armor has this effect. However, Angel himself is short of this precious medicine.
What's more, with the devil's body, as long as Canaan himself doesn't seek death, recovery will be a matter of time.
After checking the injuries, Angel had some doubts on his face. There really were no other injuries on Canaan's body, just a penetrating wound... Before, he had speculated whether Canaan had fought with others, but now it seemed that he didn't.
not like this.
"How did you get this injury?" Angel asked curiously.
Canaan fell into silence, looking a little gloomy, as if he didn't want to say anything.
Angel didn't want to force anyone into trouble, so he was ready to ignore the question. But at this moment, Canaan, who had been silent for a long time, said softly:
"It was caused by being penetrated by Nitotipu's tentacles."
Nitotipu Angel looked confused, who is this?
"Nitotip is one of the seven seats in the Void Tower." The speaker was Fafnir. She was eating and said casually: "In fact, she is an octopus. Speaking of which, I have always wanted to
What would it taste like if you try its tentacles?"
When Fafnir said this, he cut a small piece of Mozi meat with a silver knife, took out a fork and put it into his mouth. He licked his lips with his pink tongue, which looked quite intimidating.
Angel was stunned for a moment before he realized that if Nitotipu could be ranked in the seventh seat of the Void Tower, he must be the great demon standing at the top of the Rasudelan Pyramid.
Since Fafnir said that its body was an octopus, Angel thought that among the demons that had flown out of the Void Tower before, one of them seemed to fit Fafnir's description very well.