Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2146: Crimson at dawn (78)

Chapter 2146 Embers at dawn (seventy-eight)

Meanwhile, somewhere under the swamp of the Everglades.

"Hey, is that enough? When will you let me down?" Bedivere asked gloomily.

Now he is floating in mid-air. To be more precise, it floats in mid-air like a hydrogen balloon, with a thin string attached to its tail, the other end of which is held in the hands of Eric the strategist. It was the effect of the [Second Miracle------ Quality Energy Creation], which was transmitted from Eric to Bedivere through a string, so that the werewolf youth's own weight was offset by an upward thrust, so he Become like this, floating in a state of "no gravity".

Although there is nothing uncomfortable for him to float like this, it always feels embarrassing. He looks like a big hydrogen balloon being dragged away by a big kid...

"Then," Eric, the strategist who was still walking along the long crystal corridor, looked back at Bedivere: "You want me to let you down and let you go by yourself? You Aren't you too tired to walk? Your stamina has recovered?"

"Well, let me think about it..." The werewolf youth hesitated. After all, being dragged away doesn't require any effort, which is quite easy. In fact, he didn't know his physical condition very well. His legs were sore and numb because he had not moved for a long time. Considering that after using this underground crystal corridor to leave the magic swamp, he had to cross the dirty and sticky Turkic swamp himself, and Bedivere was indeed a little reluctant. Why don't you endure this embarrassment and let Eric take him all the way back to the Turkic village?

"Speaking of which, what have you been up to since just now?" Eric asked again suddenly.

"Oh, this?" Bedivere paused for a moment, as he used the fire of conjuration to burn the next row after row of sand-sized characters on the back of his right hand.

"It's a Command Spell...well, maybe," he replied, not too sure.

"Command spell? You've just finished meeting the big teacher Klarna, and you're in such a hurry to carve yourself a command spell with the intensified conjuration fire? Are you so eager for powerful power?" Eric pretended to be the least bit. asked nonchalantly.

"No. This Command Spell is a bit special... This is the [Mantra] I learned from the great teacher, and it is the last insurance measure that will keep me from getting lost in the [Chaos]." Werewolf the youth replied.

Actually, the [Command Spell] is nothing but the same thing, it's just a means for the sorcerer to cast a spell on himself and strictly regulate himself. The [Command Spell] does not necessarily need to be the activation of a powerful spell, as long as it is a spell, the spell is the same for any act. Which of course also includes [hint yourself what kind of person you want to become].

Engraved on the back of Bedivere's hand, it can even be said to be hidden under the wolf fur on the back of his hand. The [Command Spell] that is usually invisible is the language of the werewolf youth in the Eskimo tribe of his tribe. , deliberately remind yourself of the words:

"

You are who you are, 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, continue to continue, continue to write, 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.

"

"Isn't this all a bunch of nonsense..." After listening to Bedivere talking, the counselor Eric tried very hard not to laugh: "Carve that kind of useless nonsense on yourself, Can you get stronger?"

"I didn't do this to become stronger." The werewolf youth laughed at himself: "Just to prevent myself from losing myself in [chaos]. Because I was once caught in it, and I know how terrible it is. The world has completely forgotten me. Whether it was a former friend, family member, or the closest companion, they all lost all memories related to me. Only I remember it all. When I was lost in [Chaos] I was terrified when I couldn't even remember my own name.

I'm thinking, if the world doesn't remember me, and I don't remember the world, then am I no longer related to the world (Kama)?

And then I was terrified. If no one in this world remembers me, and I no longer remember anyone in this world, there will be no place for me in this world. "

"...It's really stupid." I don't know if the counselor Eric didn't understand Bedivere's words at all, or he pretended not to understand, he hummed angrily: "Even if you don't Remember the world, the world doesn't remember you, the world will continue to turn. And you have to continue to live. If there are no memories, it will just continue to create more memories and fill the empty heart That's all. What's there to be afraid of."

"You are... an overly optimistic person, Mr. Eric," Bedivere said.

"You're also an overly pessimistic person, Mr. Bedivere," replied Eric, the counselor.

At this time, the crystal corridor was almost finished. At the end of the passage constructed by the crystal, there was an upward staircase leading to the exit on the ground. Eric walked up and left through the crystal arch, it was already a swamp outside.

"What should I do? The swamp here is waist-deep, with all kinds of leeches and blood-sucking worms in it." Bediveville asked sarcastically, "I regretted washing the green insect repellent oil just now. It's too late, isn't it?"

"There is no need to worry at all." Eric snorted coldly.

Bediver knew that Eric the strategist could use [Second Miracle] to move objects that were in direct or indirect contact with his body, in order to achieve the effect of riding on something and floating in the air. He had seen Eric sitting on a very ordinary piece of bark before, floating all the way across the swamp. He thought that Eric was going to look for his bark everywhere and rode away on the bark. The werewolf youth never imagined that even the bark was unnecessary.

Because the "transportation" is already in place -- it's Bedivere's body.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" By the time Bedivere sensed something was wrong, it was too late.

Ignoring the objection of the werewolf youth, the counselor Eric has leapt lightly onto Bedivere's back, and rode the werewolf youth like this.

"Bastard...!" A lot of blue veins appeared on Bedivere's forehead: "You bastard! Come down! I'm not your horse! Do you want to die?!?"

"Oh? I can come down, but does that mean your stamina has recovered and you can walk on your own? If you want to walk through these blood-sucking bugs alone without the protection of insect repellent ointment I'm not afraid of being infected with the plague, of course I can let you down, as you like?"

"Uh!" The werewolf youth who was about to yell at him immediately stopped talking, and his emotions gradually calmed down. Although it was a shame to be ridden like this as a means of transportation, he really didn't want to let him (especially after taking a shower) traverse that dirty, disgusting, blood-sucking worm-infested swamp unprotected. At this time, he could only bow his head to the evil forces.

"Damn...Remember! I want you to look after you go back------"

Clap!

"Ow!" Before Bedivere could finish speaking, he received a slap on the butt: "Hey! Stop!"

He paddled excitedly, as if swimming in the air—though Bedivere was still a landlubber to this day.

"Right, row hard, horse. My [Second Miracle] can't create much propulsion, just lifting the weight of two people is the limit." Eric With a mischievous smile, he said: "Aren't you in a hurry? As a [horse], if you don't provide some propulsion, it will be difficult for us to go back quickly."

The scary thing isn't that it's a lie to make fun of Bedivere. The scary thing is that this sentence is very likely to be true.

Bediver became more and more annoyed, but he couldn't refute the other party with gnashing teeth. If he resisted now, the anti-gravity effect of the [Second Miracle] would disappear, and he would smash the wolf face to the ground on the filthy quagmire. That would be a hundred times more shameful than the current situation.

Unable to do anything, the werewolf youth drew out his tungsten tongue whip.

They are now about five feet from the ground (the swampy floor) ~IndoMTL.com~ well within reach of the whip. So Bedivere let the whip out, and before the whip almost hit the rocky ground hidden under the swamp, opened its claws and let it grip the ground firmly. Then the werewolf youth only had to pull hard, and the tungsten tongue whip used as a rope moved Bedivere and Eric, who were floating in mid-air, forward for several yards. Both of them are held by the force of the [Second Miracle], which just cancels out their own gravity, so they slide forward in this "no gravity" state with little resistance, maybe the only resistance is air resistance .

After moving a short distance, Bedivere found some areas in the swamp that were so deep that even the tungsten tongue whip couldn't reach the hard ground beneath the swamp. He then took out the black tomahawk Kobelco machete and pressed the plug-in system. A shock wave shot out from it, pushing Bedivere forward for another distance.

Do I have to fly back slowly like this? Looking tired. The werewolf youth couldn't help sighing.

Although it's rude to do this, it can move forward. When the village of the Elephant People is almost approached - Bedivere thought, only then will the counselor Eric look good.

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