Reunited five hundred years later, the two best friends looked at each other speechlessly. The silent air almost made people feel heavy and suffocating. Matou Zangyan just smiled, and the surging memories gave him a splitting headache.
Those once beautiful things are now like dry and pale specimens, which will collapse into debris all over the sky if touched with the slightest touch. Therefore, these beautiful things can only be reburied and never see the light of day.
"Now, Paracelsus, I can no longer look back."
He looked out the window, everything was dim, it was obvious that he had become a turtle in the urn, and this would be his burial place.
"But you really think highly of Lao Chan. You actually sent two followers. It seems that Lao Chan is in doom today."
The evil smile on Matou Zangyan's face subsided, and he looked at them solemnly, as if he was planning to give it a try.
La La Pa La——
Along with a burst of noisy sound, his shriveled and thin body disintegrated and turned into a cloud of ferocious insects in the sky. In front of these specially-made insects, even a steel plate a few centimeters thick was of no help. It was no stronger than paper.
There are many types of these bugs, and there are many bugs that are resistant to magic. They can devour even a cow in an instant, and can even penetrate the body of a servant.
"It's useless, Makiri, your magic is useless to me."
Paracelsus faced the overwhelming cloud of ferocious insects, with disappointment and regret in his eyes.
"I know your magic characteristics very well. Five hundred years have passed, and your magic skills have not become stronger, but have weakened a lot. Is it the fear of death that has blinded your heart?"
The fire elemental spirit appeared on his shoulder, bringing a bright color to the dark room.
Just as Lion Jie Jieli was about to take action with Chen Gong to help deal with some of the bugs, he was stopped by Paracelsus.
"Matō Zouken... no, leave Maqiri to me. As his close friend, I have the obligation to help him escape from this endless nightmare."
【mander】
He softly called the name of the fire elemental elf, and the great magic that modern magicians required hard work to construct with rituals was so easily released.
The temperature in the room suddenly rose, reaching nearly a thousand degrees in an instant. Through the distorted transparent air, it could be seen that the insects spontaneously ignited. No matter how hard they struggled, they could not avoid being burned to ashes by the flames.
"That guy was just killed?"
Lion Jie Jieli looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but widen his eyes and took a deep breath. But even though the barrier of water elemental elves was protecting him, the hot air still made him feel his throat burning.
Such a hot feeling.
"No, although I only met this magician twice, based on my understanding of people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, he must have other methods, such as insect substitutes."
Chen Gong added appropriately, and at the same time he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "If it were him, he wouldn't be able to get rid of the bugs so easily."
【undine】
The equally dazzling water elemental spirit appeared, lowering the blazing temperature and bringing a touch of refreshment. Looking at the layer of ashes made of insect remains spread on the ground, Paracelsus was silent, his
He still held the last slippery worm in his hand.
This insect is just an ordinary marking insect, and it does not carry the soul of Matou Zouken. In other words, the insect carrying the soul of Matou Zoukstone is not here in the first place and is safely hidden somewhere.
But he didn't care about this. As the legendary alchemist who refined the Philosopher's Stone, no one could understand the human soul better than him.
Paracelsus kept this worm just to say goodbye to his best friend. He believed that his best friend would definitely receive it.
"Maqili, no matter how brilliant your goal is, you are still a demon heretic who mainly does evil. You can never achieve good results by using evil means, not to mention that your goal has already transformed into a demonic path over a long period of time."
The engraved insect in his hand just kept twisting, trying to tear the flesh with its ferocious mouthparts and get into the body to eat the flesh, flesh and internal organs.
Paracelsus lowered his eyes, the sadness in his eyes almost overflowing.
"But then again, what qualifications do I have to educate you."
The sharp mercury sword penetrated the body of the engraved insect. He recited the incantation silently in his heart, and saw colorless flames igniting, engulfing the engraved insect in it, and instantly turned into nothingness.
"Goodbye, Makiri Zolgen, my dear friend. You must have been in great pain over the past five hundred years. May the fire of the star purify your soul and bring you back to your original self."
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In a dark underground chamber at the original site of Matou's family, countless insects were squirming in it. There was a putrid smell in the air that could not circulate. The imprinting worm that carried the soul of Matou Zangyan struggled to wriggle its body.
It is precisely because this place has been inspected many times that I would not have guessed that Matou Zōyan actually placed his life-saving means here. Originally, the adopted child of the Tohsaka family was a good carrier, but unfortunately it was not completely
The transformation is successful, but it cannot be used yet.
The insects reassembled his body, but it soon disintegrated amidst his screams of pain.
It hurt! It hurt so much! This severe pain that penetrated the heavenly spirit made it impossible for him to control his condensed body.
"hateful……"
He was wailing like this, and colorless flames ignited silently on the surface of his body, and then spread to the entire underground chamber. Although the insects engulfed by the flames had no change in their body surface, they all lost their lives inexplicably.
breath.
This is a flame aimed at the soul, and it is also the absolute nemesis of Matou Zouken.
When his soul was burned out, the past memories buried deep in his heart resurfaced, and Matou Zangyan suddenly remembered the beautiful pure white figure he saw when he first arrived in Snow City.
………
You just sit quietly by the window, staring blankly at the unchanging snowy scene outside. You look like a lifeless and exquisite doll, experiencing the same day that repeats forever in the eternal reincarnation.
In the days that followed, I saw your empty and pale eyes dyed with brilliant colors, and my own heart, which had suffered countless failures and wandering around, also settled down inexplicably, as if I had found something.
A harbor of its own.
After describing your great wish to put an end to evil in this world, you agreed to it without hesitation, even if this wish came at the expense of her.
But, Justeza, my wish is actually more than that...
I actually have a little selfishness,
I also thought about saving you,
But facing your eyes as bright as morning stars, I still couldn't say those words in the end.
I vowed to live up to your sacrifice and eradicate evil from this world.
But in these five hundred years, I have...but what have I done...
I obviously...
Justessa...
I……
………
The last soul of Matou Zangyan was burned out, and his empty body lay quietly on the ground, then became cold and stiff. The insect master who had lived for five hundred years died quietly, just like an endless snake.
A wild dog that has returned to its home.
Five hundred years is too long for a normal person, but too short for an obsession that can change all mankind but is difficult to realize.
In the final analysis, human souls and lives are too fragile and cannot withstand the passage of time and reality.