Chapter 154: When you become a human, will your heart feel pain?
The fleeting seasonal movement and the uncaptured longing.
Both attacks failed. The ruler standing on the last quarter moon was not very disappointed. It would be better to say that he had never considered what kind of emotion disappointment was. If he felt it because he could not hurt others,
If you are disappointed, does that kind of emotion have any meaning?
She gently stretched her five slender white fingers, as if they were pulling invisible threads in the void. The clearly articulated finger bones, bathed in the cold moonlight, looked like flawless handicrafts, making it difficult to imagine such beauty.
The gesture turned out to be an evil curse that brought disaster.
With the movement of the fingertips, the already boiling ocean below suddenly set off a more violent tide. The roaring waves roared, and the illusory crescent moon parted the sea water, slowly and difficultly leaning out.
, which contains cold and biting power.
Seeing that she wanted to repeat her old trick, she summoned the crescent moon to launch an attack. The phantom of the hero in the third beam of light broke away from the shackles and returned to the world. It turned into a pale stream of light, flashed across the eyes, and landed in front of the ruler.
The bladeless holy sword fell lightly, and the blue light followed closely, like a tangible dragon biting away at the heart of the ruler.
Faced with this menacing attack, the latter was forced to stop calling for Crescent Moon, and her figure became illusory in an instant. It turned out that her dodge was very timely, because the next moment, the edge of the holy sword had cut away
The restraint of space was clearly an attack launched later, but it arrived earlier, biting her residual image fiercely, and the cold arc light was like a ray of cold light, mercilessly cutting it off and dividing it into two. The real ruler had appeared dozens of meters away, her face a little pale. On her forehead, a few jet-black bangs were neatly cut off, falling slowly from her eyes, as if they were being torn apart by a sword.
The coldness of the void. If you had hesitated just now, even if it was just a breath of delay, the blue dragon would have bitten your heart and tore it into fragments.
Although, would a heartless creation like myself feel pain when our heart is pierced?
Similar thoughts just flashed through the girl's mind. She saw the phantom of the hero holding the holy sword twisting his lips, as if he was disappointed that he failed to achieve anything, but without any hesitation, he turned around and attacked in her direction again.
The blue dragon roared in anger, and its huge dragon wings slapped the sky, setting off waves of turbulent waves; the burning silver fire was like a dragon's wing, piercing every illusory quarter moon on the sprint path,
These moon shadows that just emerged from the sea are shattered again.
The way she came forward with such force made people mistakenly think that they were seeing a real giant dragon. It was opening its huge mouth, revealing its sharp fangs, eager to prove its strength and bravery with victory. For such a fighting spirit
The enemy was so high that all the commander could do was to retreat, flashing continuously, retreating further back, leaving his own phantom in place, and then shattered it one after another, and was attacked by the dragon with silver wings.
Cut off, torn apart with dragon claws, bitten into pieces with fangs. Along the way of pursuit and escape, countless phantom fragments remained, flying like snow.
In sight, the edge of the holy sword was getting closer and closer, and blue light flames spurted out from the dragon's mouth, converging on the end of the sword body, adding the final edge to the edgeless holy sword.
It is even sharper than steel, and may be enough to cut off all tangible and intangible objects in the world.
The ruler did not want to personally try out how sharp the Holy Sword was in its complete form, so he just kept flickering and fleeing towards the edge of the world. The cold wind came towards her face, ruffling those dark hair. She wanted to
Just keep escaping like this, to the end of the world where no one can find it. You don’t have to think about those sad things anymore, and you don’t have to be caught in the gap between emotion and mission. Even if one day, you can create your own
The man came over and asked her why she was hiding here instead of guarding the princess. She could also answer her, I didn't disobey your order, I just couldn't fight, so I ran away.
What an unexpected thought. Why do you think so? It's obviously irresponsible, right? But the emotions that make up yourself are like this. You are innocent and kind, and you can sympathize with your enemies, but you are also cowardly, and you can only do it when you encounter difficulties.
Thinking about running away... Because of this, I was abandoned by that person, and then picked up by myself like unnecessary garbage.
Treat other people's unwanted garbage as your own treasures, keep them in a safe place, and sometimes worry about whether you are qualified to own them. Sometimes you worry that if that person finds out, they will put you in the same category as the garbage and abandon them indifferently.
When I think of that ending, I feel so sad that I can't breathe. What is this emotion?
She couldn't figure it out, and maybe she would never be able to figure it out, so she continued to flash, continued to run away, and continued this never-ending chase. But at this time, there was a sudden pulling feeling from her ankles, which bound her in place.
She could no longer escape forward. The girl subconsciously looked down and saw a sacred golden chain, like a winding snake, swimming over from a distant place and gently wrapping around her left foot. p>
Looking in the direction where the chain extends, there is the phantom of the last hero. Her posture is indifferent and peaceful, which always gives people a familiar feeling, as if she had appeared in a corner of memory. At that time, she had not yet
Abandoned.
Ah.
She suddenly realized: It seemed that she could not escape.
The next moment, the giant blue dragon descended from the sky, opened its huge mouth and swallowed up the tiny body, along with the light of the last quarter moon. The blade of the holy sword tore open the girl's soft belly, and gushed out
The blood, as low as the night, gurgled and gathered into a trickling stream under the sky.
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Her body withstood such a terrifying force, so she plummeted downwards uncontrollably, as fast as a falling meteor in the night sky. She finally stopped after hitting something hard, and slumped on the ground helplessly against the wall.
With difficulty, I turned my head and realized that it was a gray-black root; and further away, there was the princess of Beimang and the four majestic pillars of light.
The strange thing is that no matter when she was entangled by chains, when she was hit by the holy sword, when she fell from the sky, or when she hit the root of a tree... she did not feel the slightest pain, as if that feeling was not.
Existence, she is a phantom, a memory, an emotion that is not needed, so she cannot feel the pain of being a human being.
A sword knocked the ruler from the sky to the earth. The phantom of the Holy Sword Hero did not continue to pursue, but stopped in place, turning to look at Olvera, who was surrounded by four beams of light. Not only her, but also the phantoms of other heroes.
They made the same move, as if they were all waiting for the same person to bring the story to an end.
Those expectant, encouraging, happy, calm, gentle... eyes all fell on her body. The princess holding the holy dagger - the grass and tree disaster star gently exhaled, as if to calm down the excited emotions in her chest.
.Then he slowly walked towards the ruler who was slumped against the root of a tree and had no ability to resist. The girl's abdominal wound was torn and black blood was still gushing out. The cold stream wet the hem of her skirt.
Looking so embarrassed and weak.
The increasingly cloudy eyes reflected Olvera's figure getting closer and closer. She said something incomprehensible, which made the princess look shocked.
"Ovela, you win... I won't fight you anymore... So..." She felt that her chest was so heavy, and something was pressing there, making it difficult to breathe, and the rapid echo echoed in her ears: "
So, can we...not be...enemies...?"
"..."
Olvera pursed her lips and did not answer. She didn't know how to answer. In the end, she just nodded silently. She thought that from today on, the girl in front of her will no longer exist. There is no need for her to treat a non-existent person.
Considered an enemy.
After receiving her answer, the ruler struggled to squeeze out a smile on his face, which was so weak that it made people feel a little heartbroken. Those pitch-black hair fell meekly along the pale cheeks, hanging to the bleeding ground, dizzy.
The color was stained with blood, but it seemed that it had never changed. She slowly closed her eyes and accepted the ending. The next moment she felt that something sharp pierced her chest gently, strangling the silence.
The hustle and bustle.
It’s so warm, she thought, but it hurts so much.
It turns out that the feeling of pain is the feeling of warmth.
If you are able to feel pain, will you be considered a sentient being from now on?
That’s why I was defeated by another heart.
I really hope that my other self... can also understand this truth.
In the chaos, the girl's heartbeat gradually became quieter, and she murmured incomprehensibly:
"Thank you..."
In an instant, everything began to fall apart, like ruins burning in flames, and like flowers withering in frost. The ancient castle collapsed with a roar, and the last few intact stone bricks began to crack; the towering giant trees trembled and roared.
There was a loud sound, shaking off the green leaves all over the sky, the twisting branches were broken, and the winding roots withered. The princess stood there blankly, seeing the phantoms of the heroes quickly dimming and blurring, and everything seen with the naked eye began to distort.
It's like entering from one world to another.
A cold voice came from my ears:
[Memories are born together, but fate is separate. All emotions lingering in the darkness are actually phantoms of the past. In this dim world, what does a heart long for? It is to constantly struggle and keep moving forward.
Is it the stubbornness that will not give up hope even if you are alone? Is it the consciousness that wanders back to the world to pursue the past, eager to see that person reappear, and finally suddenly realizes that there is never the same soul in the world? Or is it the wandering between two opposites?
What about the pain you endure when you want to face and escape emotionally? The soul of life has no final conclusion, so it can become the greatest power in the world.]
[See the light at the end of the night, meet again at the end of loneliness, gain enlightenment at the end of pursuit, feel the warmth at the end of pain... Gain after losing, leave after meeting, understand after fighting, on this long road ahead, every day
Everyone will have their own choices, regarding the past, the future, and the memories buried deep in the soul.]