Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2140: Crimson at dawn (72)

Chapter 2140 Embers at dawn (seventy-two)

The torrent of flames enveloped Bedivere, and although he was not burned to ashes, he felt a suffocation.

Photons also have "weight". It should be said that they are quite heavy. The higher the density of photons, the higher the concentration, the heavier they are. Therefore, those large lightsabers with extremely high output power are extremely difficult to swing, and the "weight" felt when swinging is not inferior to the real great swords. Only warriors with amazing arm strength can swing it.

Now, the same is true for the photon fireworks that wrap around Bedivere's body. Because the concentration is so high, the photon fireworks are so "heavy" that they make it difficult for Bediveville to even breathe -- or even move his lungs.

"Okay...it's so uncomfortable...!" The werewolf youth couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't even call out, and was enveloped in suffocation all over his body. Like being in the deep sea, huge pressure poured towards him from all directions! The bones of his whole body made a creaking sound, and he was almost squeezed into a puree!

"Control yourself, don't let chaos occupy you!" As if from a long distance, the voice of the great teacher Klarna came. Although Bedivere knew she was close at hand.

"I...! Uhhhhh!------" But Bedivere's consciousness gradually became hazy.

(Huh?)

When he came to his senses, he found himself in a crimson blank world.

The red was blood red, stinging his eyes.

There is lava-like light flowing, which is worse than real lava. It is obviously crimson, but it is so red that it stands out more prominently in this crimson, further stinging his eyes.

Bediver tries to close his eyes, but to no avail, he has no eyelids at all.

Wait, not without eyelids, but without eyes at all.

(What's going on?)

(What am I now?)

(In what form does it appear in this crimson world?)

"Bediver!!------" someone is calling.

(Wait------)

(Who is Bedivere?)

(Can't remember.)

(I just can't remember.)

(Who am I?!?)

(What do I have to do with this guy called Bedivere???)

(What Bedyville?)

(Be... what?)

(Wait.)

(What was I just thinking???)

(Who am I? Where am I?? Where am I going????)

He is completely confused.

"Listen!" A woman's voice grew louder and louder, but it didn't seem to be a voice made solely by shouting, but more like a very powerful telepathy: "You are you, Bedivere!

No matter what you become, no matter what you have been through, no matter what you were, you are still you.

It's all the hard work you've made in the past, all the choices you've made in your life, right or wrong, that made you who you are now.

You are you, not someone else, irreplaceable.

[You] is shaped by everything you have in the past, and [you] in this form is now.

Here and now, right here, continues, continues, as long as life does not die, it will not end.

So this is your life.

Your own life.

No matter how humble and insignificant life is in this vast and vast universe,

Your life is still your life.

A unique and unrepeatable life.

"

------ That's right.

Those are "reasons".

These are the most superficial truths, and it can even be said that they are "reasons" that are close to "nonsense".

But they are all "truths", one after the other, irrefutable "facts".

Bedeviled by the torrent of chaos, Bedivere, whose consciousness was originally chaotic, gradually calmed down after hearing these "mantras".

Then he understood.

She's casting a spell on him in the chaos.

When she repeatedly emphasized these "mantras", it was the process of her casting a curse on him.

The [curse] under is, of course, a spell to keep Bedivere's self-consciousness from being swallowed up by chaos.

Bediver, who had almost forgotten who he was, gradually recalled his own name.

(That's right.)

(My name is Bedevill.)

(Bebedilov Beowulf of Western Siberia.)

(Despite this name, no one in the world knows it.)

(But it is the key symbol necessary to make up [I].)

The werewolf youth took a breath and finally recovered from the chaos.

Of course, the surrounding scenery hasn't changed, it's still this **** crimson with hot eyes.

Is this, [CHAOS]?

Bediveville wonders.

Why is he trapped in this [chaos], and how can he escape from it?

"Listen, stupid apprentice." Still from a distance, a woman's voice came. At this time, Bedivere had basically calmed down, so he remembered that the master of the female voice was the great teacher Klarna.

"Something went wrong with the ritual. [Chaos] has so much effect on you that it also affects the conjuring fire in your hands. When I tried to unblock the conjuring fire, it almost went out of control. ."

"Uh------" The werewolf youth wanted to say something, but his thoughts were still quite confused, and he didn't know what to say at all.

In [chaos], it seems that even logic and even ideas are impacted by this infinite chaos, his logic begins to collapse, and his rationality evaporates. With his rationality evaporated, it becomes extremely difficult for him to even think normally and come up with an idea.

"But don't worry. We can still correct the wrong ritual. Maybe you can use the power of chaos to further strengthen your conjuration fire." Master Clana's voice is almost inspiring, almost Bedivere, who was about to collapse, slowly regained his confidence.

"But you have to stay calm and follow my instructions step by step." She said, "Are you ready?"

What should I do now? Still a little confused, Bedivere thought, at least he should answer at this time.

"Yes." He tried so hard to answer the short sentence that he almost forgot how to speak.

"Very good, Bedivere." Clana seemed to know that Bedivere in [Chaos] was struggling to speak, so she tried hard to guide the werewolf youth: "First of all, I want you to keep repeating Saying your own name. Throughout the process, you cannot forget your own existence. If you are lost in the torrent of chaos, your consciousness will never come back."

"Yes... of..." The werewolf youth replied again with difficulty.

(This is Bedevill.)

(My name is Bedevill.)

(This person called Bedivere, this individual, is me.)

(The irreplaceable me.)

He kept repeating these words in his head, as if he were casting a spell on himself. Only by repeating his name in this way can he maintain himself and not be swallowed by the torrent of chaos.

"Then...I want you to take a good look around." Klarna added, "Your conjuration fire must be by your side, it's just that you're in chaos and you don't see it. I can only get in touch with you because it's by your side. Find it. It's now the only bridge you have to practice with the real world, the only way you can escape [chaos] and return to the real world. Find it."

"Yes... yes..." The werewolf youth kept repeating his name, and he had to concentrate on listening to the instructions of the big teacher, so he answered with more difficulty.

However, in the chaos, he still looked around subconsciously, trying to find the so-called magic fire beside him. He can't even remember what the fire of the spell is, but since the big teacher Klarna said so, let's go look for it.

Then he found that the small, orange-yellow fireball, quite different from this whole crimson-eyed world, was just behind Bedivere. Maybe there is no distinction between up and down, left and right, and he thinks that thing is behind it anyway.

He seems to be able to feel the faint warmth it emits.

"Hold it. Give it an order and let it take you out of chaos," the master continued.

Hold on?

"But...no hands."

Since now, Bedivere has discovered that he has no body at all. His existence, in this [chaos], is just a [dot]. No body, no eyes, and no limbs at all. He is just a self-conscious [dot] in this red world.

He's just a [dot] whose existence has become ambiguous, so how can he reach out and hold something?

"Listen," as if realizing Bedivere's confusion, Grand Master Clana continued to explain:

"[Chaos] is actually a quantum ocean. Everything here is a continuum of quantum random data.

[Chaos] is in a lower dimension than us, yet uses lower dimensional data to interpret our entire universe. Simply put, the [Holographic Universe] projected by the data in [Chaos] forms the true appearance of the world we live in. You who are in chaos now seem to have no body, but in fact your body has already been formed and has always existed. You just have to imagine it~IndoMTL.com~Imagine the unseen, unfeeling, but real body. In this way, you can hold the conjuration fire in front of you with your invisible hand. "

The difficulty is high.

But have to do it again.

Bediveville wonders. Maybe he wasn't the kind of imaginative person to think about, but he couldn't feel the difference at all. Still, the mere thought of "wanting to hold the fireball in front of him" makes sense, and he eventually manages to "hold" it, allowing it to move left and right with the thought of moving it.

"I...should be holding it..." Bedivere replied uncertainly.

"Very good. You think it's being held, it's being held." Clana replied, "It's the [idea], not the [phenomenon] that matters.

Then, next, pray to the conjuring fire in your hand. "

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