In the towering cemetery of the Soul Cairn, Belerica whispered her conjecture.
"Although the Lord of Truth is blind and ignorant, he still has some basic behavioral logic and is a ruthless devourer of souls. The soul-stealing evil insects summoned by the soul trap are the creations or sub-bodies of the Lord, which instinctively long for souls.
Spiritual power, for this reason, we will do our best to drain every emotion out of every soul. But it is fair, as long as you can withstand the attack, you are qualified to survive in the Soul Cairn."
Serana mocked: "Is this fair?"
"I think it is fair, and with such a chaotic and unclear character, it is far from being arrogant. My child, if you deal with the devil more often, you will know how annoying some guys are, for example..." Belerica
Lowering his voice, he did not say anything treacherous after all, "In short, this friend's soul is incomplete, but he has gained the spiritual power of his lover, so he behaves naturally."
"I see. So, the sudden confusion I saw on the other side is a sign of lack of mental strength?"
Jia Erna raised her head and took the initiative to explain: "It's not that simple. Back then, my husband and I experienced the devil's bloody game and received a Mara amulet as a reward. It helped us connect together and we would not appear.
He is in a state of low energy, but sometimes he is very tired and I don’t want to appear in his place.”
"This is strange. Is there still a deal between the devil and the Holy Spirit?" Belerica smiled, lowered her eyes, and thought deeply.
"Who knows, now I am going to save my son, you can leave."
Serana said hurriedly, "I'll go too."
Belerica nodded, "Madam, your child has been kind to us, and we cannot sit idly by. Besides, having been trapped in the Soul Cairn for thousands of years, I am afraid that no one else in the world can study this place more deeply except me.
Already."
Jia Erna shook her head at them, "This is a matter for our family. This is also what my husband and I have always wanted. You are vampires. I'm afraid you don't understand this feeling. The war took away our previous generation and our origins."
We are not happy, our experience is not glorious, and our love is not long-lasting, but we have our own children, and we are both mothers. You should know what a child means. Even if my husband and I's souls are completely annihilated, as long as the child lives,
Isn’t this a kind of eternal life..."
Belerika's heart almost broke after listening to her words. She turned around and looked at Serana with a kind look. Although the eldest lady was also very moved, she was not Carna after all and could not bring her own experience into it.
, and the painful past of becoming a vampire made her feel that immortality was not a commendable thing, and she was now secretly embarrassed by Belerica's warm eyes.
"Mom, tell me how we can help."
"Of course, let's confirm your child's condition now. If we can find a better body, then I can determine his condition. As for you and your wife, there are ways to cure it, but it requires some 'nutrition'."
Jia Erna's expression was calm, "He is already dead. There is no difference between good and bad. I just want my son to grow up healthily."
Serana had a weird expression, "Grow up? With all due respect, your child is already a strong man now."
"Really? It seems that I have slept for too long."
Belerica took out a bone bottle from the cloth bag on her waist, "The soul pods that grow everywhere in the Soul Cairn, they thrive on the ubiquitous spiritual matter as nutrients, and have wonderful effects. This bottle is
Drink the extract, it will replenish your lost spirit."
Jia Erna took the bone bottle, but did not drink it immediately, "I have something to tell you."
"All ears."
Garna hesitated to speak and remained silent for a long time. Her silence also silenced the two vampires who were listening. Serana looked at the ghost in front of her, a little confused. What was this woman insisting on?
For future generations, for family, but what do these things mean?
Serana thought of her crazy and embarrassed father and her arbitrary but loving mother. What do family and offspring mean to them?
Some things, if you don't think about it, will evolve in a natural trajectory like invisible air. But once you think about it, no matter what kind of thinking, whether it is profound, stupid, rough or incisive, it will always be very tiring.
Very terrible thing.
Baishan once said to her, "Time will tell everything."
For vampires, this may be the final footnote to all their joys and sorrows.
Karna said softly, "With endless gratitude, I pray to the Holy Spirit and the Demon God to bless you. I want the child to have a complete soul, instead of just leaving a part here to suffer. If all the efforts are successful,
If there is no result, you can offer me and my husband to the Lord of Truth in exchange for my son's soul."
According to that profound truth, the souls who survived the attack of Dunhawi, with free character, can leave the soul cairn and go to the kingdom of the Holy and God.
"Is it worth it?" Belerica asked in a low voice.
"My child, you will know him, because he is a destined hero who will compose endless epics. He cannot die here."
"I understand, sister."
Belerica is also a Nord, how could she not understand what glory is?
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The Corridor of All Beings is an endless place. Even if all the souls in the world come here, they will never be able to see each other.
At this time, the road that Lu Zhengkang walked was covered with dry hair and scales, and the spiritual essence overflowed from it little by little, turning into a long blue line. At the end was a wriggling chaotic form. It, or rather, he, had no longer any body parts.
There was only a little bit of light, and only the illusory floating spirit matter dispersed like fireflies, preventing the darkness from completely swallowing everything.
The more burdens one carries, the longer the road will be. Lu Zhengkang has lived five lives, and the road he has to walk should be five times longer. No one knows how long it is.
Lu Zhengkang came to the candlelight with a distorted posture.
This flame seems to be out of reach, but in fact it has always been in front of you. It is just constantly nourished by Lu Zhengkang's memory, and it has transformed from illusion into reality. It has a faint orange-red light. Any candle in the world can emit such light.
It’s not rare at all, but what’s here is everything about Lu Zhengkang, his joys and sorrows, his persistence, his courage, his thinking. This candlelight is himself, just like the beauty of a butterfly flying out of its cocoon.
phantom.
The squirming mass of evil spirits on the ground had scales growing on its skin, like eyes, bathed in candlelight.
Candlelight is the collection and delicacy of the Lord of Truth.
There is an eye at the end of the passage looking at the flames, extremely greedy.
"Devotion, dedication..."
"He will give, he can exchange for everything he wants..."
Choose, Lu Zhengkang, give your soul in exchange for your mother's memory, or get your soul back so that you can survive.
