Dust of History: End (middle)

Hit it.

This is indeed not a void, the knife pouring all his soul, spirit, and power has already cut into the opponent's body, and he can clearly feel how his strength, spirit, and soul are on this body Cut open the collarbone, break the ribs, break open the muscles, cut open the internal organs, cut through thorns and thorns all the way, and then cut 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 body of the Necromancer, the amazingly strong muscles and bones in the body, or the mysterious and incomprehensible functional structure , in the face of his cohesive and burning fighting will and strength, it was like frost disintegrating.

It wasn't the knife that was chopped out, but himself. It was he who condensed everything he had into an unprecedented condensed point and chopped it into the body of the king of the dead.

No matter what power it is, as long as it can be condensed to the highest level, it will be the strongest and clearest. In front of him who was the clearest and most cohesive he had ever been, everything seemed irresistible.

That's how you win, win? Asa knew very well that under all this everything had been destroyed, whatever that body was, had been split in two. But Asa wasn't the slightest bit excited. Because the Undead King didn't have any dodge and parry, just stood still and waited for his knife.

At this time, the King of Undead suddenly stretched out his hand and shook Asa's hand.

It was a very strange touch, although it was cold, it was not hard, and even soft that was gradually dying. No hostility, like a friend's handshake. This touch not only stays on the skin, but also extends into the body, spirit, and the deepest part of the feeling. What is being held is not a hand, but a soul.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, I know you will definitely come." Although the body of the Undead King has indeed been separated, it has indeed been destroyed. Asa could even clearly feel that the body of the Undead King was indeed 'dying', but a hollow voice sounded directly deep in Asa's mind. "I also know that you will definitely do this, and you will definitely be able to do it."

"It's you?" Asa was completely stunned. What came was not just sound, but also countless images and thoughts. I don't know if it's because of the holding hand, or because of the knife he condensed all his spirit and soul, his soul seems to be connected with the soul of the king of the dead.

Desperately struggling in the valley of Diya...the difficult choice in the capital and the golden dream...betting all beliefs and lives...the living anatomy in the dark hut...the bet in the shining castle, Transformation, and what seemed to be summoned. To get the black sword hilt that is so attractive to him as if it is the ultimate meaning of his life...

It seems to be a phantom that comes in an instant, and it seems to be the repeated accumulation of actual memories accumulated after experiencing these long pains, spreading and infecting each other with my own thoughts. Just for a split second. He can hardly tell who he is, whether it is the self who is willing to die to destroy the dark star, or the one who has been tossing and struggling, but is only getting deeper and deeper in the darkness and despair called Rod Hart young man.

Not just Rod Hart's thoughts and memories. More darker, bloodier, sharper, and more intense images and thoughts flooded over, not the heavy, empty, dead air from the Black Star, as if there were other souls in this body. A majestic, ferocious, cruel, cruel, flesh and blood monster that seems to be condensed from all the viciousness and violence in the world. What fills this soul is all animal-like instincts. But no animal can have such a strong and violent nature. The animal nature mutated from human nature is more sexual than any animal nature.

There is another soul figure, a soul that is sharper, more lonely, and more twisted than Rod Hart, and is also sinking and struggling in the boundless darkness.

In the consciousness transmitted by this soul, Asa can see a lot of memories he is familiar with. This soul's disgust and hatred for him is so strong, but it is inseparably intertwined with this life trajectory. . He even had a feeling that this was his other self.

The difference from Rod Hart is that these two souls are not complete. The body remained. This king of undead can be said to be Rod Hart and these two people together, the integration of the consciousness of the three.

He couldn't even refuse, couldn't fight. What flooded his consciousness was the totality of the three souls, the totality of the three lives, down to the tiniest detail, not general appearances.

Abandoned, angry, killed, abandoned, used, to be strong, unwilling, struggling, to transcend everything, to win, to never feel the pain again, to make up for the wailing of others, to be Satisfied in the kneeling of others... and then hand over all of this to others, and let others repeat all of this... The overall appearance of darkness, blood, and beastliness is all formed by the accumulation of countless other things , he clearly felt that this darkness was incomplete. But the soul is full of screams, struggles, loneliness, terror and pain caused by the environment, other people, and the world.

From the moment a person is born, with the first sound of wailing and crying, they are destined to melt each other and torment each other in the huge melting pot of the world...

Sorrow, despair.

This is the only emotion left in his id consciousness now.

The memories of the four people are all glued and entangled with each other, countless messy fragments are separated and scattered, and only one feeling is getting clearer.

Weakness, emptiness.

"You may not have felt it before, but you should be able to know it now. It is indeed fate that we met here."

It's still a hollow sound. But Asa now understands why it is empty, it is because this world is inherently empty.

It doesn't matter anymore, it doesn't matter what you get, it doesn't matter what you lose, everything is so meaningless and futile, it's over.

"Yes, I can feel it." Asa murmured.

He can indeed feel it now, he can faintly feel the context and order of development of the entire world. It is something vast and boundless, beyond all meanings, all concepts. There is no good, no bad, no light, no darkness, just like a huge and extremely sophisticated machine, running without emotion and bias, connecting all things in the world, and nothing is out of this bondage, this order, or , which is the meaning of the world itself.

He can't understand it, he can only feel it. This is a state that humans cannot understand, just like an ant cannot transcend itself to understand the movement of stars and celestial bodies and understand its position in the animal kingdom. This is just a memory from the Undead King, and this memory is just a precipitation from the dark star.

The dark star is originally the condensation of the world's breath, 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 Rod Hart was born before Clovis was born, they were doomed to come to this point, no matter what the process was, the result was already doomed.

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, he understands it, and he personally understands it from the soul. Really feel it.

Everything that happened, whether it was his or Lord Hart's, or the other two mutilated dark souls, or this world, all the horrors, all the loneliness, all the sins, all the struggles, in fact How insignificant it is between the movement of the heaven and the earth, it is like an insignificant dust, worthless.

"This is the end, our end. After walking so far, we are finally here." Rod Hart's hollow voice began to distort, because his body had already begun to collapse.

Asa's body had already been split into two, and then his body on both sides began to scatter and crumble, becoming tiny limb parts, and now it has begun to scatter to his chest.

"Actually, you gave me everything I have. You gave me too much. Now it's time for me to give it back to you." This is the last sentence of Lord Hart Then he stuffed the hilt of the Black Star into Asa's left hand with his hand that was about to collapse completely.

Wow, the body of the Undead King has completely become fragments all over the place.

Losing the support of the body~IndoMTL.com~ the soul has also completely dissipated, but the memories of him and the other two souls have all been in Asa's consciousness, and they can no longer be separated.

"Yes, this is the end." Asa murmured. The familiar breath of the dark star surged again, and the boundless darkness seemed to be able to swallow everything.

I don't know if it's Rod Hart and those two souls who have adapted to this breath over time, or he himself has accepted those memories. Facing the boundless darkness this time, he didn't feel any fear or rejection at all, just a very relaxed indifference, a kind of indifference that finally reached the end.

Then the darkness is no longer darkness, just emptiness.

"It's all over here." He clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, pointing to the sky, and the surrounding darkness broke.

Besides the darkness, everyone who saw him was startled, even Gru.

The ghost king's robe has become a simple armor, covering his entire body. His right hand still held tightly the knife that killed the King of Spirits, but his left hand held the black hilt. The breath emanating from his body is no longer pitch black, but an indifferent nothingness.