On the tenth floor of the Silent Spiral, Harvey lay on the edge of the crack and grabbed the orc with his only right hand. Logically speaking, he had no other limbs to grab the ground, so he should be dragged down by the orc. However, there was a mummy holding behind Harvey.
Harvey, although the mummy doesn't have much strength, the overall quality is at least greater than that of the orcs.
The orc smiled bitterly: "Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't cut my waist with my hands. Besides, mentor, you can't pull me up. I'm afraid it's not because of my weight."
Chikara's condition is slightly better than Harvey's. His left hand has returned to the elbow position, but his legs are still empty.
The moment Chikara was rushed into the crack, Harvey immediately spread his virtual wings and flew over, grabbing Chikara's wrist at the critical moment. However, instead of being able to bring them up, Harvey was almost dragged down by Chikara.
Fortunately, Harvey could still control Alice, and the three of them hugged each other to barely stop the fall.
However, three minutes later, Harvey not only failed to pull Chikara up, but even fell down a little. Although it was an original genuine product, Harvey's body had just been produced after all, and even the limbs and accessories were not complete. He
My muscles, blood vessels, and skin are all too delicate. To put it simply, they cannot bear to be manipulated.
After three minutes of exertion, Harvey's right hand had become sore and weak, and he could not even lift his elbow. The necromancer thought for a moment, and his arm suddenly became gray and black, like a ghoul's arm.
"It's not a matter of strength." Chikara shook his head: "If strength were useful, you would have pulled me up just now."
Harvey did not answer, but the gray and black on his arms spread to Chikara's hands. The orc was startled, and immediately understood the necromancer's intention, "You want to turn me into a corpse to see if you can remove my special
state, and then find a way to return to normal?"
However, when the corpse air spread to the lower half of Chikara's body, the orc took a breath of cold air and shuddered: "Guide, mentor, stop, I, I can't stand it... It's so scary, so uncomfortable, I don't want to..."
"So, mentor, have you been enduring this kind of torture?" Chikara shook so hard that his teeth chattered, but it did not affect his talkativeness at all: "The parts infected by the corpse air seemed to have been stuffed all the way to the size of a finger.
In the box, I couldn’t move, turn, or touch. It was so depressing that I wanted to just cut off these parts.”
"Teacher, when you use the cold flowing fire, your whole body is soaked in corpse energy. Isn't that..."
"That's the feeling closest to death." Harvey said: "Being locked in a box, unable to think, unable to move, unable to do anything, trapped forever."
Chikara couldn't help but ask: "In this case, mentor, you should be afraid of death, right?"
"It's just close to death, not real death." Harvey said: "According to Haagen-Dazs's records, death has no joy, no discomfort, no action, and no stillness. Death is nothingness and the ultimate of everything.
, death is not a feeling, but a state, just like you have grown up and fallen asleep, so it is not worth fearing and there is no need to yearn for it.”
"When you first come into contact with corpse gas, you may be afraid and disgusted, but when you are exposed to corpse gas for a long time, you will begin to pursue a deeper death. For example, when I experienced corpse gas after smoking cigarettes and candy, I felt like I was simply
Really dead."
Chikara smiled bitterly and said: "Teacher, your taste is too... high-end."
The orc turned his head to look at Ren Yu who had fallen from the crack. Then he turned to look at Harvey and murmured, "Mentor, why didn't you... fall down?"
"I thought it was because of your strength, but I seemed to have seen 'Forester' Qinri fall down just now. Even the legendary magician can't resist this kind of catastrophe, so it shouldn't be a matter of strength, not to mention, mentor, you were seriously injured at first
Heal."
"It's not right if it's because of race. Most of the people who fell down are humans, and I'm an orc. Age? Gender? Spell faction? I feel like none of them are decisive factors."
Harvey said: "There is only one difference between you and me."
"Yes." Chikara said: "I am a Senluo person, but you, mentor, are not."
"To give you a rough description, I feel like I am in a torrent now, receiving a downward momentum. All my struggles will be offset by the torrent, so virtual wings are useless, magical spirits are useless, and miracles are useless." The orc said:
"If this is a catastrophe that only affects the people of Senluo, then I am afraid that all the people of Senluo are being rushed into the Silent Spiral. No matter magicians or non-magicians, they will not escape death."
"When the time comes, only outsiders like you, mentor, will survive, and all Senluo people will die."
Harvey looked at Chikara quietly. In the pattering rain of people, the mentor and apprentice enjoyed a rare silence.
After a long time, Chikara finally spoke slowly:
"Grass!"
The orc trembled all over, grabbed the necromancer's arm, almost broke his silver teeth, and roared in a loud voice: "Why should we all die! And you can survive just because you are not a Senluo person?! Why?
What! Why! Why!"
"I am a Holy Domain Magician! A Holy Domain Magician above all living beings! How could I die so conforming, so insignificant, so... aggrieved!"
Chikara cried until tears and snot came out of her nose, and she even started to cry like a child. This all-rounded, adaptable, and easy-going orc showed his truest side at this moment, without any skills, all emotions.
This is the charm of death. In the face of the fairest death, all living beings can reveal their true feelings.
"I'm sorry, mentor." Chikara sobbed and squinted her eyes hard, as if trying to squeeze away the tears: "I've made you look ugly."
"Not ugly." Harvey said: "I have never been able to tell the difference between you orcs before, but just now, I remember you. No matter who you are, the moment he charges towards death, he will show his truest beauty."
The orc sniffed and smiled bitterly: "I really don't know if you are mocking me... I also really want to welcome death calmly and even happily like you, mentor, but I really can't do it. In fact, most people in this world
No one can do it, so there is a position like a hospice nurse."
"You won't die." Harvey said: "It doesn't matter if it's an hour, it doesn't matter if it's a day, it doesn't matter if it's a year, I will keep holding you."
"I promised to train you to become a qualified necromancer. At least, I will not let you die before teaching you the most basic knowledge."
Chikara asked: "What are the basics of necromancy?"
"How to become a qualified corpse?" Harvey replied.
"Teach me quickly," the orc urged.
"Actually, there is nothing to teach." Harvey said: "We can't choose our birth, our fate, or even our death. Therefore, the value of a corpse is reflected in whether it lived seriously during its lifetime.
"
"Seriousness does not mean being positive, being successful, or having everything go smoothly, but whether there is hope in your heart. As long as there is a place you want to go, even if you live on an overpass and eat garbage, you are still a top-notch corpse; if you live without a goal, even a legendary magician is a bottom-class corpse.
Waiting for materials."
Chikara listened carefully and suddenly burst into laughter.
"What's wrong?"
"I discovered that I used to be an inferior material, but just now, I became a superior material."
Harvey was a little surprised: "What do you mean?"
"I have never had any goals in the Tribulation Fire Temple and the Four Pillar Cult. It was only just now that I had the idea of learning the Necromancer faction and wanted to become a great Necromancer." Chikara said with a smile: "Then I
Are you qualified now?"
"Qualified." Harvey nodded: "Whether it is as a corpse or as a necromancer."
"Great." The orc breathed a sigh of relief, but shook his head: "It's a pity that it's useless."
"Then I will also teach you how to provide hospice care." Chikara raised his head and said, "Teacher, you are really bad at talking. In the future, when you meet someone who is about to die, you should be nicer to him. After all, he is about to become you.
s material."
"It makes sense." Harvey nodded: "What should we do?"
"Actually, it's quite complicated. There are many tricks and taboos, but I don't have much time. I will teach you the elegy. You can just sing this poem to the dying person in the future." Chikara said: "I will sing,
You sing a line."
"When I see, everything that grows is only perfect for a moment."
"There is nothing on the world stage but fire pulling in secrets."
"I see humans growing like plants and trees, rising and falling by the same sky."
"When it was young, it was lush, but during the day it was flat, and all the good things were erased from memory!"
"So this trick of staying for a moment made your youthful face appear in front of me."
"And the cruel counsels of time and decay will turn the days of your youth into bleak nights,"
"In order to love you, I will fight against time,"
"What it took from you, I will rekindle."
After singing the last line, Chikara's body had turned into transparent liquid, flowing through Harvey's fingers. A dozen flame magic spirits climbed up along Harvey's withered arms, and together with the necromancer, quietly
Watching the sentient beings falling into the cracks
Click!
The sharp blade of the gray fox was nailed between the rocks, and the black crow looked up at the sky. His sight passed through more than a dozen layers of silent spirals and could directly see the sky of Senluo.
People fell like rain, making Black Crow feel as if he had become raindrops. He tried to climb up, but his body did not move at all, and all his strength fell into the air, as if what he was holding in his hands was not a person, but a hell.
Despite this, Black Crow did not show any anxiety and asked calmly: "Are you okay?"
He lowered his head and looked at the person he was pulling.
When the crack appeared just now, Black Crow had no way to avoid it and fell directly into the huge crack. At the same time, a person fell down from above. Black Crow almost subconsciously reached out to grab the person, and then immediately pulled out the gray fox blade and chiseled the wall to stop it.
potential.
Immediately afterwards, there was a terrifying rain that made people unable to take their eyes away. In addition, the rescued person remained silent, so the black crow never paid attention to him.
It was only now that he saw the other party wearing cat-head pajamas. She had a sweet appearance and a petite figure. She held Black Crow's wrist tightly with both hands. In the palm of her right hand, there was a bloody hole that had just been pierced.
"I'm fine, Tamashi." She raised her head and said calmly.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
PS: That poem is a sonnet by Shakespeare, with two words changed. Tingri has no ability to write poetry...
