This is indeed not an emptiness. The knife that he poured all his soul, spirit, and power into has cut into the opponent's body. He can clearly feel how his strength, spirit, and soul are cutting open the collarbone on this body.
Split the ribs, break the muscles, slit the internal organs, cut through the thorns all the way, and then cut it out from the waist.
Not only the body was destroyed, but everything was shattered and decomposed under this knife, whether it was the gray armor around the King of the Dead, the surprisingly strong muscles and bones in his body, or the mysterious and incomprehensible functional structure.
The agglomerated and burning fighting spirit and killing intent and strength disintegrated like ice in front of him.
What was struck was not the knife, but himself. He condensed everything he had into an unprecedented condensed point and cut into the body of the King of the Dead.
No matter what kind of power it is, as long as it can be condensed to the highest level, it is the strongest and clearest. In front of him who is the clearest and most condensed than ever before, everything seems to be irresistible.
Winning like this, winning? Asa knew very well that everything had been destroyed under all this, and no matter what the body was, it had been split into two. But Asa was not excited at all. Because the King of the Dead was not
No matter how you dodge or parry, you just stand there and wait for his blow.
At this time, the King of the Dead suddenly stretched out his hand and shook Asa's hand.
It was a very strange touch. Although it was cold, it was not stiff, and even a little soft that was gradually dying. There was no hostility, just like a friend's handshake. This touch not only stayed on the skin, but also extended into the body and spirit.
, the deepest feeling, what is held is not the hand, but the soul.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time. I know you will definitely come." Although the body of the King of the Dead has indeed been separated and destroyed. Asa can even clearly feel that the body of the King of the Dead is indeed dying, but
A hollow voice sounded directly in the depths of Asadi's mind. "I also know that you will definitely do this. You will definitely be able to do it."
"Is it you?" Asa was completely stunned. Not only the voice came, but also countless images and thoughts. I don't know if it was because of the hand he held, or because he concentrated all his spirit and soul to cut into it.
With that knife, his soul seemed to be connected to the soul of the King of the Undead.
The desperate struggle in the Diya Valley...the difficult choices and golden dreams in the royal capital...the bets on which all faith and life are...the living anatomy in the dim hut...the bets, transformation, and restoration in the glorious castle.
He seemed to be summoned to take the dark sword hilt that was extremely attractive to him and seemed to be the ultimate meaning of his life...
It was as if it was an instant illusion, and it was as if the real memories accumulated after experiencing these long-lasting pains were repeatedly accumulated and superimposed, spreading and infecting each other with his own thoughts. In just a blink of an eye, he could hardly tell the difference.
He couldn't figure out who he really was, whether he was the one who wanted to destroy the Dark Star even if he risked his life, or the young man named Rodhart who had been struggling and struggling, but only fell deeper and deeper into darkness and despair.
It wasn't just Rodhart's thoughts and memories. More, darker, bloodier, sharper, and more intense images and ideas came rushing over, not the heavy and hollow death energy from the dark star, as if there was still something in his body.
Other souls. A majestic, ferocious, cruel, cruel, flesh-and-blood beast that seems to be condensed from all the ferocity and violence in the world. This soul is filled with animal-like instinctive desires. But the bestiality of any animal cannot be like this.
Strong, such violence. The mutated bestiality in human nature is more sexual than any other bestiality.
There is also the figure of another soul, a soul that is sharper, more lonely, and more twisted than Rodhart, and is also sinking and struggling in the boundless darkness.
In the consciousness transmitted by this soul, Asa could see many familiar memories. This soul's disgust and hatred for him was so strong, but it happened to be inextricably intertwined with this life trajectory. He even
There is a feeling that this is his other self.
The difference from Rodhart is that these two souls are not complete. They are the souls of two people who are indeed dead. It is probably because they are too close to the fluctuations of the Dark Star that they are preserved with the help of this body.
.This King of the Undead can be said to be the integration of the consciousness of Rodhart and these two people.
He couldn't even refuse or resist. What flooded into his consciousness was the totality of three souls, the entirety of these three lives, down to the tiniest detail, rather than a general appearance.
To be abandoned, to be angry, to be killed, to be abandoned, to be used, to be strong, to be unwilling, to struggle, to transcend everything, to win, to never feel the pain again, to make amends in the wails of others, to be in the presence of others.
Get satisfaction from kneeling down...and then transfer all this to others, and let others repeat it...The overall darkness, blood, and bestiality are all accumulated from countless other things. He knows clearly
I feel that this dark and incomplete soul is full of screams, struggles, loneliness, terror and pain caused by the environment, other people, and the distortion of this world.
From the moment a human being is born and the first time he or she wails and cries, he or she is destined to melt and torture each other in the huge furnace of this world...
Sadness, despair.
This is the only emotion left in his consciousness now.
The memories of the four people are all entangled with each other, and countless messy fragments are separated and scattered. Only one feeling becomes clearer and clearer.
Powerless, empty.
"You may not have felt it before, but you should know now that we meet here because of fate."
It was still a hollow sound. But Asa now understood why it was hollow. It was because the world was inherently empty.
There is no longer any desire, no gain or loss, everything is so meaningless and futile, it’s time to end.
"Yes, I can feel it." Asa murmured in reply.
He can indeed feel it now. He can now vaguely feel the context and development order of this entire world. It is something vast and boundless, something that transcends all meanings and concepts. There is no good, no bad, no light, no darkness, nothing.
It is such a huge and extremely sophisticated machine that operates without emotion or bias, connecting everything in the world. Nothing escapes from this bondage and order. In other words, this is the meaning of the world itself.
He can't understand, he can only feel. This is a realm that humans cannot understand, just like an ant cannot transcend itself to understand the movement of stars and celestial bodies and its position in the animal world. This is only from the perspective of the King of the Dead.
The uploaded memory, and this memory is just the sediment from the dark star.
The Dark Star is originally the condensation of the breath of the world, and it will naturally attract the progress of all things in the world. From the moment he was born, or before he was born, before Rodhart was born, before Clovis was born, it was destined that they would go.
At this point, no matter what the process is, the result is already determined.
Asa has heard this statement not only once, but he can resist it, disbelieve it, and resist it, but this time he can't, because he knows it, understands it, and truly feels it from his soul.
arrive.
Everything that happened, whether it was his or Rodhart's, or the other two incomplete dark souls, or this world, all the terror, loneliness, sin, and struggle, are actually in this world.
How small it is in its movement, it is like an insignificant grain of dust, worthless.
"This is the end, our end. After walking so far, we finally got here." Rodhart's hollow voice began to lose its shape because his body had begun to collapse.
Asa had already split his body into two, and then the two sides of his body began to scatter and collapse, turning into small limb parts. Now they have begun to scatter to his chest.
"Actually, everything I have was given to me by you. You gave me too much. Now it's time for me to give it back to you." These were the last words of Rodhart, the King of the Undead, and then
He used the hand that was about to collapse completely to stuff the hilt of the Black Star into Asa's left hand.
Wow, the body of the King of the Undead was completely shattered into pieces.
Losing the support of his body, his soul also completely dissipated, but the memories of him and the other two souls were all in Asa's consciousness and could no longer be separated.
"Yes, this is the end." Asa murmured. The familiar aura of the dark star surged in again, and the boundless darkness seemed to be able to swallow everything.
I don't know whether it was Rodhart and the two souls who had adapted to this aura over time, or whether it was his own acceptance after having those memories. Facing this boundless darkness, he felt neither fear nor rejection at all this time.
It's just a very relaxed indifference, a kind of indifference that finally reaches the end.
Then the darkness is no longer darkness, just emptiness.
"Everything ends here." He clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand and pointed to the sky, and the darkness around him broke.
Outside the darkness, everyone who saw him was stunned, even Gru.
The Ghost King's robe had turned into a simple armor, covering his whole body. His right hand still held tightly the sword that slashed the King of Killing Souls, but on his left hand was the pitch-black hilt of the sword.
The aura emanating from his body was no longer pitch black, but an indifferent nothingness.