He wears the work clothes specially made by the Yao people, with a layer of forbidden stone armor on the outside, which can prevent the entry of Xi soil. But this is only temporary, and the crystal mask on the fixed helmet will gradually break under the continuous pressure of Xi soil.
Overalls can only keep death out for a while.
Through the cracked crystal mask, Bayan saw that the white soil was changing and wriggling like some kind of mollusk. They gradually stretched and contracted, shaping a human face with a wide nose bridge, a square face, and thick lips.
And slightly raised brow bone.
Opposite the crystal, a face that looks like himself but seems different is looking at him.
Bayan was very calm.
Degulin people are not afraid of death, and death is always common on the grasslands.
Now we need to find ways to seek help from outside.
Bayan tried it and found that it was difficult to move his body. This inability to move was like falling into some kind of whirlpool. It was very difficult for him to move his hands and feet even slightly.
There was a small crackling sound in my ears.
There is another diagonally downward seam in the center of the crystal mask.
Bayan frowned.
He saw a kitten suddenly appear on the crystal mask.
Its body was covered with white soil, like a drowned cat that accidentally fell into the quagmire. The cat held its mask with its four paws and stared at itself with a pair of amber yellow eyes.
Bayan has dealt with cats in Degulin. There are prairie cats living there. They are a group of alert and dexterous small beasts. They mainly come out at night and almost always hide in caves during the day. They are lonely and cannot be tamed, but occasionally
They will appear in tribes begging for food, and will allow people to touch them if food is given.
There are also some weak cats who will take their cubs and put them in front of the tribe's tent. The mother cat will not leave until someone adopts them.
Normally, they are solitary and cautious little animals.
Bayan doesn't understand why there is a cat swimming in the Sea of Breathing Earth. There is only endless void above the Sea of Breathing Earth. There is almost no world nearby. Only the mines of the Yao people's civilization stand. This is something that every miner must master and understand.
Basic knowledge of memory.
"Did you accidentally end up here too?"
Bayan murmured.
The drowned cat opened his mouth: "It's not an accident, I've always been here."
Bayan opened his eyes wide.
Did this cat understand even through the crystal? He was speaking Degulin’s native dialect.
Is it because of the refreshing mint in the work clothes? This is standard equipment for miners, allowing miners from different worlds to communicate with each other.
no no.
The point is, this talking cat survives in the soil!
Bayan's mind was a little confused.
"You're dying."
The drowned cat looked at Bayan with its round orange eyes: "Then can you allow me to record your death?"
"..."
Bayan thought for a while.
The sight of death may not be pretty, but since this cat is collecting, it's not a big deal.
"Can."
"Yes, authorization has been obtained and recording has officially begun."
The drowned cat blinked: "My eyes will record the entire process of your death. If you don't want to record certain parts, you can ask me to cut them out or close them temporarily."
"No need... just record everything."
Bayan was more curious: "Are you a cat? Why are you in the sea of soil?"
"I am the "Epitaph" created by the Eldar."
The cat stuck out its tongue and licked its nose, revealing a black spot, which was quickly covered again by soil.
"I record the deaths of the Eldar, I am a tomb that holds the dead."
The epitaph's voice was light and soft, and it sat on the crystal crack on Bayan's face in a light posture.
"Because I sensed traces of the Spirit Race, I came all the way to record your death and erect your tombstone."
Bayan didn't understand: "The Spirit Clan? But I'm not a Spirit Clan. I'm a Degurin, not a Spirit Clan."
"That's not right."
The cat blinked: "The overlap between your spiritual base and that of the giant race has reached 97%. You are a giant descendant of the spiritual race and meet the target requirements."
Bayan doesn't understand, but he wants to.
It seems that there is no point in debating whether one is a giant or not.
It's better to use the limited time now to try to save yourself.
"Can you help me? If I can contact the mine, I will be saved." Bayan said.
"Sorry, Epitaph can only record and read death records, and the rest is beyond my capabilities."
Nekomata said: "However, my scope of responsibilities also includes providing comfort before death. I can chat with you to complete the final comfort ceremony."
Since it was of no use, Bayan decided to ignore it for now.
He waved his arms and legs vigorously. This process was very difficult. He felt as if his whole body was being hugged tightly, but fortunately he could still move and Xirang did not fix himself.
If you can move, there is hope.
Ice swimming experience also played a role at this time.
Bayan struggled desperately with the pushing and pushing of the sea of residue, trying to make himself rise upwards and float to the surface of the sea of residue, so that he could have a chance of survival.
"Why continue to struggle?"
Epitaph looked at him: "According to existing statistics, the mortality rate of a single outside life form entering here is 100%, and there is no precedent for a single spirit race to escape. It is recommended to save physical strength to avoid being quickly locked by the foreign matter here.
Live longer."
Bayan realized that the Xirangs had noticed him. The pressure on his body was increasing, and his hands and feet were getting heavier.
"Will Xirang lock my actions?"
Cat said: "I don't know, Epitaph has no data or response strategies on these foreign substances."
"Then how do you live in the sea of living soil?"
"Because I am an epitaph and a half-living body, I can turn off vital signs. I can also digest the remaining corpses and provide the existence to sustain myself."
Only then did Bayan realize: "It turns out you need my body."
"That's part of the mechanism. If resources are sufficient, the epitaph will preserve the body of the deceased. When resources are scarce, the epitaph will digest the body of the deceased to ensure the continuation of the death information. Everything is for continuation."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The drowned cat’s tail is swinging and its round eyes look harmless.
"Please rest assured that the epitaph spirit will not harm the spirit race, let alone kill the spirit race. This is the highest order that we are forbidden from birth. We will only digest the corpse and use it as an epitaph in extreme environments like here.
The spirit retains the dead in its own unique way.”
Bayan suddenly realized: "You mean...except for the spirit tribe, do you know how to hunt the other castaways here?"
The epitaph didn't answer. It seemed as if it hadn't heard, keeping its previous expression and wagging its tail.
"You hunt those in distress, right?"
"..."
The epitaph's refusal to answer made Bayan's hair stand on end.
"Besides documenting the dead and digesting corpses, what else can you do?"
Bayan carefully tested, silently enduring the pain of his body being manipulated by the soil. He could clearly feel that the outer layer of the work clothes was being broken open by external forces, and the cracks on the crystal were also increasing, spreading like a spider web.
.
The last line of defense on the face may collapse at any time, allowing the outside world to enter.
"You're dying."
The cat blinked: "In the last time, please take a good rest and take a deep breath - although many lives in this virtual universe do not seem to need to breathe. Then, please close your eyes and recall your happiest and most missed times.
, which helps relieve the tension before death."
Bayan said: "You were made by the Spirit Race, and I am also a Spirit Race, right?"
"right."
"Then you should listen to my orders, right?"
"Yes."
"Then I want you to save me."
"Sorry, Epitaph can only record and read death records, and the rest is beyond my capabilities."
Still the same answer.
It is impossible to ask the epitaph to help.
Bayan felt that his ears were buzzing. There was something wrong inside the crystal and it was about to collapse.
He said: "Then I order you, if you encounter people struggling here in the future, you must wait until they die before eating them!"
Epitaph blinked: "Yes."
The cat said: "With a 100% mortality rate, do we still want them to suffer in the last moments? Pain will also consume the energy of the corpse, which is a waste."
"Must! Must do it!"
"yes."
Bayan felt a little relieved.
"Epitaph, do you know God?"
"Oh, sorry……"
Bayan saw a small transparent crystal break open on his crystal mask, and a bit of white viscous liquid peeked in from the outside.
Time suddenly became very slow at this moment.
Bayan heard the old man say that this is what happens when death comes, everything becomes very slow. This is the last moment left for the living, and it is also the last afterglow of life.
He thought of the miner he saved.
Its skull should have been thrown to a safe area by itself, and it can survive as long as it is not swept into the sea of soil. The Bone Ancestors have a very tenacious vitality.
Then he thought of the ice lake in the cold world, in which he had been swimming for about ten years as an "ice swimming enthusiast". Looking back, the cold tingling feeling was also a kind of vitality of life.
Then he thought of Brother Jack again.
Brother Jie should still be wearing crappy women's clothes and building devil altars everywhere. I don't know when he will fully fit the role given to him by the gods.
Finally, Bayan thought of God.
He knew only two gods.
One is the master of Dusky Star and the source and god of all Dusky Descendants.
He is located in a place higher and further than the Dark Sun. He is cold and cruel. He believes that those who are not qualified for their roles are waste, and low-level Dark descendants are losers and defectives. But He also issues rules based on each Dark descendant.
[Character], train every Dark Descendant and help them grow into the gods of Dark Star.
The other one is God Yao. Compared with the master of Dusky Star, God Yao is more mysterious and unpredictable. It is said that God Yao is a more terrifying superior existence than the master of Dusky Star. He once casually wiped out a civilization in the world of Dusky Star.
Domineering and arrogant. The descendants of the dark race are very careful when talking about the god Yao, for fear of saying the wrong thing and being obliterated.
But in the eyes of the skeleton workers in the mine, Yao Shen looked completely different.
Said the oracle of Yao to all the common people.
——You are hope and the future. You can create a splendid civilization and great culture. You are never humble. You can also grow into gods...
Xirang broke through the crack, rushed in like an octopus tentacle, and rushed towards Bayan's face.
But time is still very slow.
At this moment, Bayan suddenly understood that this was the real god.
People should learn to accept these real gods instead of imaginary perfect gods. They have a scary side, but also an inspiring and respectful side.
And it is precisely these imperfections that make God so alive and close to the world.
Bayan has never wanted to live so much.
Fight until the last breath of your life!
Gods, Lord Dusky Star, Lord Yao, please let me live! I want to live!
He struggled with all his strength, but his face was already covered by some powerful and sticky force, and the breath penetrated into his body through his nose, mouth, ears, and eyes. The blood was decreasing, his body became cold, and his consciousness was also fading.
On his deathbed.
Bayan suddenly felt like he was flying up, and people in all directions were frightened by a magnificent force and fled in all directions. The power from above enveloped him like the sun.
The yellow-white flames drove away the surrounding white soil... The cat that was about to bite its own neck was also captured by the hands of the flames.
…
When he woke up again, Bayan found himself outside an ancient temple with four suns suspended in the sky.
There are many tall roses growing on the ground here, like small trees, shining like gold.
"Is this the world after death?"
Bayan looked around.
A person next to him said to him: "Just wake up. This is the [Sun Temple]. Lord Yao brought you here, and Lord [Daughter of the Sun] treated your injuries caused by the soil. Now your body
Basically everything has been restored.”
It turned out to be the Black Forge Prophet.
Bayan was stunned: "Lord Yao God personally saved me?"
He suddenly felt that his whole body was full of power, his level reached LV60, and he was awarded the title of [Hero].
"This is the treatment earned by the brave. Thank you for saving the lives of several miners."
Hei Duan stretched out his hand and said: "No matter where you are, what belief you are, or what race you are, you are a hero recognized by the Yao God and the Yao civilization. We will always open the door to you, and we will stand whenever we need our help.
By your side."
Bayan shook hands with it and found out that the mine workers' description of Yao was not a lie.
Even a low-level dark descendant like himself can become a hero recognized by Yao God.
At this moment he thought of the cat.
It's not right.
No matter how painful and disadvantageous it is, we must fight against death.