Light Spirit Epic Chapter 922: Lost in Tianyuan (25)
Chapter 922 Lost in Tianyuan (25)
At the same time (?), the East African Plateau.
Darkness. Dead silence. icy.
It seems like a frozen time, a frozen world, surrounds the werewolf Bedivere.
Asphyxiation. repressed. despair. helpless.
His consciousness was spinning rapidly within tens of seconds, but these tens of seconds seemed to him as long as a whole century.
All kinds of memories burst in his head, which is the revolving light before death. He looks back on his life, and feels guilty for all the mistakes he has made in his life and rejoices in all the gains he has obtained.
Then, he recalled what he shouldn't have remembered, [that person].
His older brother, Papalov the bear.
Seven years ago, the Holy White Wolf of Bedivere helped Arthur in the final battle in Avalon. But the incomplete white wolf of the Holy Spirit also died because of this. The price of the death of the Holy Spirit was that Bedivere lost his memory of his brother Papalov.
However, memory is originally the data stored in the body, and even Karma (Fate) cannot really erase it.
Bedevier, on the verge of death, looks back on his life in this extreme state. In the depths of his heart, he found this long-held memory.
In memory, his older brother Papalov rushed towards the werewolf desperately, protecting Bedivere with his body from the flames of the black phoenix.
A life for a life, a life, and a death.
The werewolf watched as his brother was consumed by the black flames, and his own left arm was burned to ashes by the flames.
On that day, he lost a lot, a lot. The agony of the flames burning his arm was still vivid in his mind, as if it was just a few minutes ago.
Yes. Why forget this pain?
How can we forget that Papalov traded his own life for this little life of Bedivere?
At the end of the endless darkness, a light shines. Beyond that radiance, Papalov was staring at Bedivere.
"Brother?" the werewolf called softly.
The farther and farther the white bear goes, he looks so out of reach.
"Brother! No! Don't go!" The werewolf seemed to have returned to the boy's appearance, helpless and weak. The only thing he could do was cry on his back and cry out to his loved ones.
However, the white bear shook his head and disappeared in the light in the distance. This is the irreversible fate, they are destined to be separated forever and never see each other again.
When the Ice Bear disappeared completely in the light, it was replaced by a deeper darkness.
The werewolf boy at that time came to the end of despair. This memory should have ended there.
However, another memory long forgotten by Bedivere emerged at this time.
That is the truth hidden in the deepest part of the werewolf's soul, a secret that even Bedivere himself does not know.
When the werewolf boy was completely in despair, the greatest and only **** in the world, [Kama (The Seat of Fate)], appeared in front of Bedivere.
God does not move, God is speechless.
God has the power to change the world, but it is useless.
With mercy and cruelty, God watches all the joys and sorrows of the world with a cold eye, but never interferes.
Because that's all part of Karma's reincarnation, it's destiny, it's history, it's inevitable.
The world always denies all of this, trying to change their fate by every means possible. They are cunning and want to get all the happiness in the world and avoid all the misfortunes in the world.
So is this stupid werewolf boy before God.
How can there be the best of both worlds?
"Save Papalov!" Bedivere pleaded, "I can do whatever I want, but please save my brother!!"
"I don't want to forget him!"
"I owe him so much!"
"I didn't have time to apologize to him!"
"So!---So!"
"Please give me another chance to love him well!!"
Faced with the sincere request of the werewolf boy, the seat of Karma was indifferent.
No one can change fate. And God has no duty to do anything for man.
Faced with the silence of God, the werewolf boy became more and more angry.
"I've been begging you like that---still won't you?!?"
His body began to swell, becoming huge under the influence of [Berrification].
It's anger, but it's also hate. But in the end, he was rebelling against the [God] in front of him, against fate, and even more against misfortune.
＂吼啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊！＂狂的狼人飞扑过去，动手攻向卡玛之座：＂什么神！什么命运！你这个臭家伙，算什么东西！！＂
Pounds! ! His claws hit the great sword of God, but it was split in two by the blade in the hands of the seat of Kama!
At the moment Bedivere realized it, the **** had already waved eight million arms, slicing the giant wolf into countless pieces!
Bedivere was knocked back to its original shape, flew far away, and fell heavily to the ground.
"Ugh..." He only felt pain all over his body. But that was just an illusion. In this world composed of photons, people exist in the form of missing bodies, and they will not die or be injured.
Therefore, as long as the willpower of the werewolf boy can persevere, he can get up countless times, face God, and fight with him.
As soon as Bedivere, covered in blood, got up, the giant blade of God slashed straight down, crushing the werewolf boy into flesh.
(not yet---)
He comes back to life, again, slowly to his feet.
The giant blade of the God of Destiny poured down like raindrops, with the most brutal attack, knocking the newly resurrected Bedivere to pieces.
Every inch of his flesh, every bone, shattered to the molecular level, and burned to ashes in the flames of the Great Sword of the Seat of Karma.
The pain spread through his every cell, the pain was unimaginable, and the pain was beyond description.
(Not yet---)
However, the werewolf boy who didn't know he gave up was resurrected again and climbed up tenaciously.
"Give me back my brother! Please!" he pleaded.
This doesn't work at all. The Seat of Kama has faced countless creatures, and they all have similar appeals, but God has never been merciful and listened to their appeals.
Fate is always cruel, crueler than anyone else.
Because of cruelty, its brutality and unreasonableness, and its uncertainties, it has become the absolute truth.
The Seat of Karma holds its eight million arms aloft, unleashing the most powerful magic.
A huge thunderstorm instantly enveloped the werewolf boy!
Hundreds of millions of electric lights trapped Bedivere like a cage. They roared wildly and roared without ground, tearing the werewolf boy apart with claws made of thunder and lightning, killing him tens of thousands of times in an instant.
He was resurrected, resurrected, and killed by a lightning storm in no time!
He was resurrected, resurrected, and torn to shreds in an instant!
He was resurrected, resurrected, and split into atoms by high voltage electricity in an instant!
In less than a quarter of an hour, the werewolf boy died tens of thousands of times!
This is a will-wasting, endless torment of Bedivere. As long as he refuses to admit defeat, the torture will never stop.
Until the end, the werewolf boy finally fell.
I can't stand the pain of dying thousands of times, and Bedivere's will is consumed and he falls into a dark void.
And the Seat of Karma receded silently.
"Brother...Brother..." In the hesitation, the teenager muttered in a low voice with tears in his eyes. Hope is gone, and only despair remains.
A figure appeared in the darkness, standing in front of the werewolf boy.
The figure is covered in golden light, and only a general outline can be seen. But his body shape is very similar to someone else's.
"Bedivere." The mysterious golden figure looked down at the werewolf boy who fell to the ground: "This time, it's my turn to save you."
He squatted in front of the werewolf boy and reached out to touch Bedivere's left arm: "I'll accept this price."
A black flame ignited from the golden figure's hand, instantly engulfing the werewolf boy's left arm.
"Ooooooooooooooooooooo!" Bedivere let out a weak breath.
"You can rest assured. Your brother will always come back." The man comforted: "Even if his form changes and his appearance is completely different, he will come back.
---Again, come to your side.
Again, give you a chance to love him well. "
"Your Majesty, time is running out." Another golden figure appeared in the darkness, as if to remind the golden shadow who helped Bedivere.
"Got it. Let's go." The man stood up and left Bedivere just like that, disappearing with his companions.
The left arm of the werewolf boy was completely burned to ashes by the black flame.
That was no accident, and it wasn't because Papalov didn't protect Bedivere well enough to burn Bedivere's arm with the black phoenix.
The arm, the [price] from the beginning, was delivered.
In order for the werewolf boy to reunite with his brother again---one day, in some form.
(Yeah, it's not despair, not totally despair.)
(Why did I forget something so important?!)
"Ha!" Bedivere took a deep breath and woke up from the coma.
Darkness all around~IndoMTL.com~ He was trapped somewhere out of reach and unable to move.
It's cold. The body seems to be frozen.
(What the **** am I doing?)
(What awaits me next, is it death?)
A ray of light entered from the upper left corner of the werewolf youth's vision.
Someone ripped open the layer of "darkness" that sealed Bedivere and let the light in.
"Found it! He's here!" someone shouted. The man pulled away the surrounding darkness even harder and sent more light in.
"Hmm..." The werewolf youth who was still in a state of confusion took a breath of fresh air, and his mind gradually became clearer.
"Come! Grab my hand!" From the world full of light, the other party stretched out a hand. () "The Legend of Light" only represents the views of the author Raven D Vixas. If you find that its content is in violation of national laws, please delete it. The position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform . 【】,thank you all!