Xila was only halfway through speaking when his vision began to distort again. As if milk and blood were mixed together and stirred, the severe nausea made Xila's stomach begin to twitch.
The weak, invisible python slowly tightened his throat, and Xiela felt that his breathing began to become difficult.
His eyes suddenly went black, his scalp exploded, his blood vessels beat desperately, and a sharp noise of metal friction came from his ears.
"Are you giving up? Just give up. It's hopeless. It can't be changed. Nothing can be done..."
It was exactly the same as his own voice, but a more seductive voice sounded in Xi La's heart.
The dark flame gradually burned in Xiela's heart. The rustling sound of hatred whispered in his ears.
It was like the whisper of the devil, but more like the revelation that Su Ze's prophets believed in.
In the pitch-black, cold vision, Xiela vaguely saw a dim yellow flame floating in front of his eyes.
It was something far more sacred and greater than Tyr. Even though Xiela could only see a vague silhouette, he could clearly realize that it was far more suitable for the title of "god" than Tyr.
Great existence.
In the frost-like silence, a silent word echoed in Xiela's ears, with overlapping echoes: "You should regain hope."
Just feeling the presence of that silhouette made Xiela tremble with fear and unable to respond at all.
His energy suddenly began to weaken. The great fear caused his pupils to shrink to the extreme in an instant. Big beads of sweat seeped out from his forehead and fell to the ground.
Without waiting for Xiela to respond, the vague silhouette continued: "You know you should give up. You know what you insist on is not the right way! You know your distortion - it is you who are wrong, not the world!"
"...No. I never felt that I was wrong."
Xila closed her eyes and said in a calm voice: "I am right. There is no doubt about it."
"What if your will goes against everyone else's?"
"Then they must all be wrong."
Xila replied sonorously and looked directly at the dusk-colored flames in front of him.
After a brief silence, a burst of almost ecstatic laughter broke out around him. The laughter tore through Sila's intestines and pierced into his heart. A voice more resonant than the rumbling thunder loudly praised:
"——Well said! Come to me! Shira!"
"Come to me - the righteous! The pure! The unyielding! Come to me - you will become the leader!"
A louder and louder voice sounded behind Xi La. With the giant's ecstasy, the dome began to collapse, the huge eyeball slowly pressed down from the outside world, the sky was bruised, and crimson blood stains spread. The increasingly powerful pressure made
The ground began to rumble, like it was cracking in all directions, and pus and blood were squeezed out of it. A huge pupil that was so big that it almost caught the entire world in sight emerged from the sky, looking down at Xila. Inside that eyeball.
Countless pure white snakes with dim yellow eyes swarmed towards Xila crazily, but their movements were blocked by the membrane outside the eyeballs. Their movements pulled the eyeballs almost out of shape and trembled slightly.
Just by being watched, Xi La felt that his abilities began to improve rapidly. A premonition that he was evolving into something great slowly emerged in Xi La's heart. He knew in his heart that it was an improvement in the essence of life.
It was a blessing from the Creator - faint yellow lines appeared from his eyeballs, quickly dyeing the entire eye sockets dim yellow, and then began to spread throughout his body.
"—but I refuse."
As Silla's cold voice sounded, the yellowish color spreading across his body instantly stiffened.
Xi La closed his eyes, completely followed his own instincts, shouted and cursed: "I am me - I am me! I am not the spokesperson of anyone, any god, or any existence. If I want to say that, I am myself.
spokesperson. I am my own pastor!”
"Are you going to abandon your gods? Are you going to abandon Tyre?"
"What's the matter-"
As Xiela's nightmare opened his eyes, an invisible force pushed the dim yellow magic lines on his body back quickly. As if going back in time, the dim yellow lines were squeezed back into Xiela's eyes again.
The voice behind him was not angry, discouraged, or giving up. He just chuckled and made a loud rumble like thunder: "Interesting. Then, let me see, Xila, what can you do?
To what extent—"
Xi La did not hear the second half of his words. After he slowly opened his eyes, the surrounding illusions disappeared instantly. He realized that he appeared in the dungeon again.
However, at this time, Xiela's pupils were no longer clear blue, but turned into a pure blue color comparable to the purest emerald.
Only then did Xi La realize that the illusion that had lasted so long had not even lasted a second in reality. But Xi La's body was no longer as weak as before. A brand new power filled his soul.
But looking at the sinners who looked at him worriedly, Xi La, who finally calmed down, fell silent at this time.
...wait...what did I just say?
"I...what am I..."
However, just when Xiela was in self-confusion, the dungeon door opened again. The decadent warden came down at the door.
His hair was messy and full of grease. His eyes were bloodshot, his fists were clenched, and his whole body was almost trembling.
"Look. Our great warden is here again."
Xiela raised his head coldly, looking down at the slightly rickety warden with his holy green pupils.
He himself didn't notice that his voice was mixed with all the arrogance of the past. Not only him, but all the prisoners ignored this by coincidence.
Given Sila's docile personality, this was something that would never happen.
But this time, the warden did not lift his foot and kick Xiela in the stomach, nor did he say to Xiela with melodious operatic emphasis more vulgar words than any country bumpkin, nor did he dance in a demonstrative manner.
The iron whip cursed Xila and all the prisoners.
His eyes were tired and lifeless. It was as if his soul had been severely destroyed and he had lost all his strength.
He stood in front of Sila's cell - or cage, staring straight at Sila.
"Ah... you are a little thief, a liar, a heretic who deserves to go to hell..."
He said in a hoarse voice full of unwillingness: "...You are free. You are released."
After a brief silence, cheers like a roaring mountain and a tsunami came from the dungeon.
It was as if they had saved a saint. The prisoners were moved to tears by this miracle, and they knelt on the ground and shouted the holy name of Tyre, praising him loudly.
But no one noticed it, except Xiela who remained silent.