For Palmer, today is really a long day. He has almost lost count of how many battles he has experienced and how many times he has escaped death. Everything is like a montage of mixed cuts.
The whole thing will be slapped on your face, regardless of whether you can accept it or not.
"Ha...it's so cold."
Palmer breathed out a cold breath, and the wind and snow passed over his body, making him tremble a few times.
Previously, after Palmer sent Nathaniel away, when he was about to be killed by the Silent One, Borogo, who was promoted to the crowned one, fell from the sky and rescued him forcefully. Then the two crowned men started a continuous battle.
Great wars, repeatedly breaking down the barriers of the world, and fighting between the etheric realm and the material realm.
It was truly a shattering battle, as if there were really two gods at war, and the earth, ocean, and sky would all be burned to ashes under their wrath.
Fortunately, these two crowned persons only have eyes for each other who are also crowned persons. They go all out towards each other and use all means to vow to be the only supreme existence.
Because of this, both Boluogo and the Silent Man quickly forgot about the existence of Palmer, even the demons rolling and entangled in the etheric realm.
OK, forget about it.
While these lunatics were happily fighting and hugging each other, Palmer himself secretly escaped along the large crack in the collapse of the Pillar of Kingship, trying to return to the material world, and then search for Nethaniel and bring him with him.
He looked for his scarred old boss and found a place where no one was around to hide for a while.
Everyone has their own things to be busy with, which is good.
But unfortunately, just when Palmer was about to escape, he suddenly found that he could not mobilize the ether, and even the alchemical matrix fell silent.
As a result, this relatively powerful defender was deprived of all his extraordinary power. Like a mortal, he looked up at the big crack in the boundless sky. No matter how he jumped, he could not reach it.
Half a minute.
At the same time, a blazing white storm rolled up the sea of darkness. As if polluted by the evil and crazy power, the pure white storm turned into absolute darkness, a silent and silent storm in the vast ice field of the ethereal world.
It spread upwards, and the same great silence descended on every place in the etheric realm.
No matter how disloyal Palmer is, this is only a problem of his work attitude and has nothing to do with his work experience.
Palmer immediately realized that there was a new situation in the dispute between the devils, which may be developing in a better direction, or it may be worse. He could not find Boluogo, and he was alone in this dead world.
one person.
"Damn, what's going on?"
Palmer trudged forward against the increasingly cold wind and snow, complaining in a low voice... Now, it seemed that he could do nothing but complain.
The wind and snow repeatedly hit Palmer, and his hair and eyelashes were covered with a thin layer of ice and snow.
Without the protection of the ether, Palmer now looks particularly fragile, not to mention that the previous series of battles have already made him exhausted.
The dark storm in the distance suddenly dissipated, like an unfettered black mist, spreading in all directions, fading into the gray wind and snow, and disappearing.
This vision naturally caught Palmer's eyes. Before that, he had been carefully observing the strange scene. After waiting for a while, he made sure that nothing abnormal happened before he cautiously made a decision.
Next steps.
Boluogo disappeared, and the devils disappeared without a trace. It seemed that in an instant, all the beings with minds in the etheric realm fell into nothingness, and even the storm from the secret source dissipated.
Palmer could vaguely feel that something big had happened, but rather than guessing what the big event was, he wanted to care more about his own survival.
"I'm sorry."
Palmer muttered something, and with hesitation on his face, he threw away all the weapons and unnecessary sundries he was carrying, leaving only a dagger hidden in his waist.
He was very cold and tired. The wind and snow in the ethereal world were constantly taking away Palmer's body temperature and hindering his progress. What was even worse was that Palmer's clothes had no ability to resist the cold at all.
If this situation continues, Palmer, the defender, may freeze to death in the ether.
"It's such a stupid way to die," Palmer prayed in a low voice and muttered, "Bologo, where are you, Bologo, help me..."
Every time Palmer encounters a fatal situation, his good partner always falls from the sky like a surprise soldier and saves him from fire and water.
Sometimes Palmer feels that this may have nothing to do with his luck, it's just that his partner is professional enough, but assuming it is indeed related to his luck...
Palmer stopped and looked down at his feet. He could no longer feel the existence of his feet, as if they were frozen.
He guessed that if he took off his shoes at this time, he might be able to see his toes that were frozen blue and purple.
Palmer murmured to himself, "Ha... now, my luck has really run out."
Suddenly, a flash of light came into Palmer's eyes. He blinked. Where the dark storm dissipated, there was a clear light flashing, like guiding a confused ship in the dark night.
of lighthouse.
This flash of light looked familiar, just like the crown on Bolog's head earlier.
Palmer swallowed, and after some hesitation, he shouted loudly, "Bologo!"
The voice echoed ethereally in the ethereal world, and soon, the noise of the wind and snow responded to Palmer.
It seemed that it was not Burlogo, nor anyone else. Otherwise, the moment Palmer shouted, he would probably have suffered a fatal blow.
Palmer stepped forward with difficulty. There was no other place in the ether at the moment. Rather than staying there and waiting to die, or pinning his hope of survival on some illusory things, Palmer felt more comfortable.
I want to try to save myself.
He is not only a lucky guy, but also a person who refuses to admit defeat, but Palmer's unwillingness is often only briefly inspired when his own survival is involved.
"Come on, Palmer."
Palmer moved forward against the wind and snow, letting his body become increasingly cold and numb.
"When you go back, you will be the hero of the world, the most valuable head of the Clerks family," Palmer said, and he laughed nervously, "Maybe
I will become the director of the Order Bureau, and then Nathaniel’s meeting room will be mine, hehe.”
Palmer tried to tell jokes and amuse himself so that the despair would not be enough to completely defeat him.
Slowly, Palmer approached the shining point. It was not far in front of Palmer. It seemed to have a certain temperature, melting the falling wind and snow around it, forming a clean area around it.
of pure land.
The flash's true body was exposed to Palmer's eyes without any cover-up.
It was a light-cast crown. Different from the ten-cornered crown of Bologg, its shape was made up of several intertwined branches, just like a crown woven by children with plant roots. It was simple and simple.
, glowing with flawless pure white, the light rippling like water waves.
Palmer moved forward in confusion. Although he was not the crowned one, from that brief contact, he could also notice that the crown of each crowned person was different, and he had never seen this crown before.
Saw it.
More importantly, the crown should be the physical embodiment of the crowned person's power, but it actually separated from the crowned person and was thrown to the ground casually like a real crown.
Palmer tried to pick up the crown, but suddenly he tripped over something, leaned forward, and fell heavily to the ground.
Perhaps because his body was frozen, Palmer didn't feel much pain. He turned to look at the thing that tripped him, and saw a familiar face revealed under the covering of snow.
Palmer was stunned for a moment, looking at the pale, lifeless face, he shouted in horror, "Bologo!"
The one who tripped himself was Boluogo, who was covered by the wind and snow. He fell motionless on the ice as if dead, letting the wind and snow cover his body.
"Bologo! Bologo!"
Palmer fell on Burlogo, pushing his body repeatedly, trying to awaken his mind, but soon, Palmer discovered that Burlogo was no longer breathing, his heartbeat was dead, and his body
It was also completely frozen, hard and without any warmth.
"Damn it, Bologger! Wake up!"
Palmer shook Burlogo's body vigorously. This was not the first time he saw Burlogo's death, but inexplicably, he realized that this time Burlogo was really dead and was heading for complete destruction.
, there is no possibility of recovery.
Slowly, Palmer's movements stopped, and he gasped for the icy cold air. The low temperature poured into his respiratory tract and lungs, causing a sharp sting.
He no longer had the strength to hammer this sad reality, so he could only kneel beside Bologo, trying hard to maintain his body temperature and maintain his remaining sanity.
After a while of this, Palmer seemed to have accepted the reality and sighed in a low voice, "So you are going to die too."
This is a stupid sigh. Everyone will die, just like ice and snow will melt, rocks will collapse, and everything in the world is destined to die in the distance, but the time of each death is different.
Palmer reached out and touched Bolog's face, trying to open his eyelids, but Bolog's eyeballs seemed to have been completely frozen with the eyelids due to low temperature, and he felt like a cold object to the touch.
Sculpture, carving is lifelike.
Inexplicably, Palmer laughed to himself, raised his head, and looked at the boundless blue sky. The smile on his face became heavier and pale, until a heavy sigh echoed.
"It looks like I'm going to die here too..."
Palmer seemed to be talking to himself or talking to Bologo's corpse, "I have thought about death, and I have also thought about many ways of death, such as dying in some terrible disaster.
, in the hands of a powerful enemy, or living as old as Mamo, dying on the bed."
"But I never thought that I would die here or in such a funny way. I never thought that I would die with you."
Palmer was always good at enlightening himself and asked curiously, "Do you think we will be buried together and be neighbors like the pair we saw in the cemetery before?"
Thinking of this, Palmer cheered up, took out the dagger from his waist, and raised his hand to carve words on the ice.
"I have to think of a more interesting last words..."
As he thought, Palmer used his remaining strength to carve into the ice, hoping to leave some words for those who would come after him to carve his tombstone.
After carving a few words crookedly, a gust of cold wind blew in, and a thin layer of snow dust covered Palmer's writing. He reached out and wiped it away, but before he could continue carving, the snow dust covered it again.
Palmer paused for a moment and threw the dagger aside casually, letting it be covered by the wind and snow.
"Even if I carve words, no one may be able to see them. And even if someone comes here, by that time, we will probably have been completely digested by the ethereal world."
Palmer looked nearby to see the large ruins caused by the fierce battle between the devils and the collapse of the Pillar of Royal Power in the distance... Everything that was devastated had been covered up under the constant wind and snow, just like the ancient kingdom disappearing in the sand.
In the sea.
Whether they are magnificent or despicable, just like in the face of cruel and merciless time, they will all return to snow and dust in the ether, not to mention Palmer and Boluogo.
A faint sense of despair lingered in Palmer's heart. He could feel that his body temperature was constantly lowering, and the temperature at the end of his limbs began to drop. His limbs became cold and numb, his heart rate dropped, and his breathing became shallow and shallow. slow.
Palmer was a little sad, after all, death is a cruel thing, but fortunately or not so fortunately, his friend was by his side, although this friend had already died first.
"It's so peaceful...so what were you thinking about before you died?"
Palmer looked at Burlogo's face curiously. His expression was peaceful, without pain or anger, as if he was walking towards death in a sweet dream, which made Palmer extremely envious.
He didn't know the cause of Boluogo's death, and besides, it seemed useless to dwell on it now.
Palmer wanted to take some clothes off Boluogo's body. Even if he couldn't save his life, it would be a comfort to relax a little before death.
But when Palmer pushed aside the snow on Boluogo's body, he found pieces of metal armor set on his body. Not to mention keeping him warm, the metal felt extremely cold, as if there were Like metal burrs, the cold even stung Palmer's hands slightly.
Bologger is dead.
Obviously Palmer already knew the fact that Bologo was dead, but this strange thought still appeared in his mind again and again, flashing back, as if Palmer still refused to believe it, so his only instinct was this Remind him repeatedly.
Borogo is dead.
Palmer became very sad, and his mood reached the bottom. Fortunately, the freezing cold temperature had dulled his thoughts a lot, and he was approaching death, so this sadness would soon subside.
In the vast silence, the light-cast crown was still lying quietly on the ice, emitting a warm, pure white light.
That light illuminated Palmer's heart, and also illuminated a glimmer of hope in this silence and despair.
Palmer tried to stand up, but his frozen legs couldn't exert any strength at all. He could only crawl over in embarrassment and try to touch the light-cast crown.
An ethereal and strange sound suddenly sounded in Palmer's mind, echoing in the ethereal world.
It seemed that someone was whispering to Palmer, but the words and words spoken by that voice were beyond Palmer's understanding. But even so, Palmer could still understand what the other person wanted to express, as if he was secretly speaking. reached a consensus with his mind.
"You said you could save me?"
Palmer stared at the crown made of light and repeated, "You will also fulfill all my wishes and hopes, and erase all pain and sorrow..."
The crown lay there quietly, silent, except for Palmer talking to himself.
Palmer slowly approached the crown, and waves of warmth were emerging from the crown, as if it were a huge furnace, driving away the chill of the etheric world.
In this desperate situation, this warmth is so precious. Palmer can clearly feel that the frost hanging on his eyelashes and hair is melting and evaporating, and his weak heart rate has picked up, even numbness. The limbs that had lost consciousness became soft and alive again.
Palmer knelt before the crown, carefully and cautiously stretched out his hand, and slowly, his fingertips touched the crown.
It's strange that even though the crown is emitting such intense heat, it doesn't feel hot to the touch. On the contrary, it still has a hint of coldness.
Palmer grabbed the crown with both hands and lifted it up. The whispering in his ears became stronger and clearer, as if the unknown existence was beside him, leaning down to whisper.
The crown in his hand seemed to be breathing, synchronized with Palmer's heartbeat, and each beat carried a seductive whisper.
At first, those voices were as gentle as the breeze, quietly whispering endless possibilities in his ears. It promised him that as long as he was willing, he could have power over everyone and become the master of the world.
The splendid palace emerged from Palmer's eyes. He saw that people cut away the cold rock and used countless corpses to build a palace reaching the sky on the highest peak of the world. In the courtyard covered with gold,
He was sitting high on the throne with a crown on his head.
People sang their names, and their kneeling figures extended from the peak to the foot of the mountain. Even if the cold wind took away their body temperature and life, people still maintained their morbid piety, with only their own glorious figure in their eyes.
Palmer's heartstrings were gently plucked, and a glimmer of desire flashed in his eyes.
The light of the crown was reflected in Palmer's eyes, but then, Palmer frowned slightly, as if predicting the future, and then he saw a mysterious being walking towards him on the throne.
His complexion was pale and he was unsmiling. Darkness rolled under his robes, and the pale scythe was raised high. He tried to harvest Palmer's life, but the light emanating from the crown prevented his cruelty and cold from approaching.
.
Finally, he sighed and disappeared into the palace. From this moment on, Palmer not only gained supreme power, but also gained almost eternal life.
The voice next to his ears became restless, and the whisper gradually turned into a roar, surging like a tide, drowning Palmer's reason.
It promised that Palmer would have exclusive access to this supreme power, as long as he was willing, as long as he lowered his proud head.
The cold wind in the etheric realm became colder and colder, and the warmth emanating from the crown became more intense.
Palmer's will began to waver. In this extreme environment, his desire to survive, his desires, and all his thoughts were infinitely magnified, and his rationality collapsed little by little, leaving little, until there was nothing left in his eyes.
Desire for power and obsession with eternity.
As long as he wears this crown, Palmer can make the glory of the Clerks family last forever, and at the same time, he and Vosilin will also enjoy the eternal beauty.
All the cruelty and imperfection in the world will cease to exist before your eyes.
It is even said that as long as he controls this power, Palmer can use his own way to make the world a better place...
Yes, you will become the eternal king and rule the world in a way that you think is wise. At that time, the world will only be filled with self-identified beauty, self-identified good and evil, and self-identified order.
A breeze blew by, kicking up a piece of snow dust. Palmer immediately became nervous. He picked up the crown and turned to look at the strange place.
Palmer heard it, and the originally quiet etheric world became noisy again, as if there were groups of greedy ghosts swimming around him. They were also eager for the crown in their hands, hoping that their twisted wishes could be realized one by one.
"who!"
Palmer turned around nervously again, but apart from the vast dust of snow, the only thing that caught his eyes was Bologo's cold body.
As his increasingly cloudy eyes stared at Burlogo's body, Palmer's thinking became narrow and could not tolerate anything else except the promise of the crown. His behavior became more and more extreme. In order to keep this secret, he
He doesn't hesitate to go against his own nature...if that kind of thing still exists.
"You're not dead, are you? Bologger."
Palmer held the crown and moved back cautiously, with a burst of evil laughter in his voice, "You must be pretending to be dead, after all, you are an undead... Do you want to take advantage of me when I'm not paying attention?"
Walk it?"
As he spoke, Palmer looked down at the crown in his arms, with ecstatic eyes, and stroked the light-cast surface vigorously, feeling the subtle touch.
Under Palmer's touch, those entangled branches seemed to have gained vitality. They grew again. The original pure white light seemed to be polluted. The light became dull and dark, and the scarlet color emerged.
Within it, bloody arcs danced.
Sharp thorns grew out of the branches one after another, piercing Palmer's flesh and blood, sucking his blood, but it was as if he couldn't feel the pain or notice the strangeness of the crown.
As Palmer's consciousness gradually sinks into desire, the crown grows from the original branches into a sharp and evil crown of thorns. The blood-colored light exudes a dangerous arc, reflecting on Palmer's body, making his lonely figure
It was stretched so long that it seemed to merge with the deep darkness.
"The supreme... power."
Palmer grabbed the crown of thorns with both hands, slowly lifted it up, and tried to put it on his head.
His breathing quickened, and the light crown of thorns in his hand became heavier. The crown of thorns hung above Palmer's head, and the sharp thorns grew wantonly, extending toward Palmer, as if they couldn't wait to lift the palm.
Ermo seemed to be bound by this terrible power.
Suddenly, just as Palmer was about to put the crown of thorns completely on his head, his movements stopped. Palmer stared at the ice beneath him, and a slight vibration came from under the ice. Then,
A huge shadow slowly swam across the ice beneath Palmer.
Palmer blinked, and the huge shadow disappeared, as if it was just Palmer's hallucination. At the same time, an inexplicable idea arose in Palmer's mind.
"Why should I be a king?"
Palmer had many aspirations, noble or humble, of great value or worthless.
When he was a child, Palmer dreamed that he could sleep comfortably in bed all day, or that he could beat Vosilin in a wrestling match. As an adult, Palmer dreamed about it again and again.
When he retires, it is best to receive a pension at the age of thirty. He also dreams of becoming the head of the Clerks family and living a life of pointing fingers at others.
Many wishes filled Palmer's body, but among these complicated and huge wishes, he did not have the luxury of becoming a king.
So, why do I suddenly want to become a king?
Palmer came to his senses and put down the heavy crown of thorns in his hand. At the same time, there was a crisp cracking sound.
Lowering his head, he saw that starting from the crown of thorns in his hand, blazing white cracks extended out of thin air, cutting the space wantonly and breaking them into pieces one after another.
Palmer originally thought that the boundary between the material world and the etheric world was broken, but then he discovered that these terrifying cracks did not originate from the collapse of the two worlds, but a kind of thing that Palmer had never seen before.
Vision.
"What's going on here?"
Palmer looked toward a crack. Behind the extended crack was another similar space, as if Palmer was kneeling and sitting between mirrors, with his figures overlapping and extending toward infinity.
In the world after the rift, a long-haired Palmer was kneeling on the ice, holding a crown of thorns in his hand, with Bologg's body lying behind him... exactly the same scene as Palmer was currently in.
"another me?"
Palmer was puzzled. He looked at another crack. In that crack, there was a woman with short hair sitting on her knees. From her side face, Palmer's facial features could be vaguely seen.
, as if she were Palmer's sister.
Palmer was an only child and did not have any brothers or sisters.
Looking at the next crack, the image of Palmer kneeling in it is completely different.
He has a wild afro, his body is covered with metal ornaments, and his exposed skin is covered with daunting skull tattoos. A weathered electric guitar is slung behind him, while Boluogo's body lies quietly.
Lying behind him, a broken bass lay next to the body.
A trace of confusion flashed in Palmer's eyes, and his gaze was attracted by another crack.
There, Palmer was shocked to find that Burlogo was still alive. He was holding the crown tightly in his hands and kneeling on the cold ground. What was even weirder was that what appeared behind Burlogo was Palmer's own.
Corpse.
An indescribable feeling spread in Palmer's heart. He continued to explore the next crack, and the scene in front of him shocked him again.
The majestic war horse was half-kneeling in the snow, and behind it lay an armored knight with an arrow in his chest. Palmer guessed that the horse was named Palmer, and that the knight was named Burrow.
Ge.
The cracks are like portals to parallel worlds, and each world plays out the story of Palmer and Burlogo.
Just like a piece of text is narrated in different languages, although the sounds and words are completely different, they illustrate the same meaning.
The images of Palmer and Burlogo in each world are very different. Some Palmers are rough and heroic men, while others are mechanical prosthetics with neon lights shining all over their bodies. There is even another world.
In the film, Palmer transforms into a squirrel, holding a glowing chestnut in his hand, while another squirrel named Borrowgo lies quietly next to it.
"It's... it's really crazy..."
Palmer seemed to be awakened by this shocking scene. He lowered his head and looked at the crown with countless thorns in his hand. What was happening now was happening in countless worlds.
These worlds were originally unrelated, but at this moment, the fates of all worlds, all Palmers and Bologos were entangled.
Thousands of worlds converge at one point.
On top of the initial crown.
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