"Ah!" In the dim room, a skinny figure woke up from the liquid in fear again. He recalled what had just happened, but found that his memory was slowly blurring.
The moment he woke up, he could still clearly remember the damn bomb that blew him into pieces. But at this moment, when he once again recalled what he had just experienced, he discovered that the terrifying scene
I can't remember it anymore.
Panting heavily and greedily breathing in the turbid air, which was precious to him, the skinny old man raised his arms.
This was his arm. He should have been familiar with it, but he found it to be an extremely unfamiliar arm. This arm was so thin and thin, with liquid dripping on the surface, but it still looked like a piece of dry wood.
After careful identification, he recognized that it was his own arm. He stirred the liquid in front of him with his hand. Under the light of the torch, the black liquid reflected an ugly face.
"Uh..." The skinny old man wanted to stretch his body, but found that he was so weak that he could no longer even stand up.
Fear permeated his whole body, and he felt that his soul had become rotten and filled with a rotten smell.
"Ah..." Just as he was looking at the changes in his body in horror, he heard a desperate moan not far away from him.
By the light of the torch, he saw the same shriveled skin bag struggling to poke its head out of the liquid in a container next to him.
The old man, who was also shriveled and skinny, looked over with dull eyes. The other person stretched out his arm towards him, as if he wanted to grab his shoulder.
But then, the arm that was even scarier than the mummy's arm hung down, hanging feebly on the edge of the container.
For some reason, the wizened old man who sat up knew that the equally inhuman old man next door was dead. For some reason, he just knew, as if he had experienced what he was seeing in the depths of his memory.
"..." Suddenly, when he wanted to recall the demon who had just died tragically, he found that he could not remember anything.
He did not remember the appearance of the shrapnel that flew towards him, nor how the spreading shock wave shredded his body.
Anyway, he just couldn't remember it, it was as if those messy memories from before had never happened.
"Damn..." He cursed, trying to reorganize his collapsed memory, but unfortunately he couldn't remember anything, as if he had just been born today.
"This one is also awake! What's going on today?" An ugly-looking devil believer heard the old man's voice and complained irritably, then pushed the other old man in front of him back into the liquid.
On the other side of this demon, another demon who had been busy for a long time pulled out the long sword from a withered corpse: "These sacrifices are no longer good! Their heads have collapsed, and their memories are disordered...
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"We must deal with them quickly! Otherwise, if the Master of Magic takes the blame, we will also suffer!" From the dark corner, a vague word floated.
The words were somewhat erratic, and it was obvious that the demon who was speaking was moving around. The old man took a deep breath and tried again, but found that he still could not stand up from the container full of disgusting liquid.
Another voice came from afar, and it was intermittently chilling: "But... how could those damn enemies kill so many divine servants in one breath in such a short period of time?"
"You know how strong these godly servants are! But they were killed almost at the same time just now!" Soon, another voice came, the skinny old man struggled, and the liquid made a splash.
Sound.
"Don't scare me! It's possible, it's possible that they just went on a mission to die together. You don't know how terrible the explosion will be after these godly servants are killed!" came a demon's voice.
"The one over there seems to still have the strength to struggle! What a pity! If he rests for a few more days, he might be able to use it again..." Then, the owner of the other voice seemed to hear the sound of water, and sighed with emotion.
"But...but it's been too close since the last time, when they were all wiped out! The source of magic will not waste the servants of God like this..." While the old man struggled, the conversation between the two demons seemed to have no intention of stopping.
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"Ah!" A scream did not belong to those chatting demons. It was an old voice, accompanied by fear and unwillingness.
The old man struggling in the container knew that it was the scream of the "sacrifice" in another container, and he did not want to end up with the other person.
He didn't want to die yet, so he struggled desperately. Only then did he realize that there were many tubes inserted into his body. It was these tubes that entangled his lower body, preventing him from leaving this damn container.
On the other side, the devil's voice was gradually approaching: "Are you crazy? Dare you question the origin of magic? Come with me! Work quickly! If they are dead, replace them with new sacrifices! Hurry!"
The poor old man gave up the struggle as if resigned to his fate, because he knew that with his current weak body, he could not break free from such a device.
He could only sit there, panting heavily, recalling the few words he had just heard. However, he desperately discovered that he had forgotten most of the damn conversation.
He hit his head twice with all his strength. When he raised his head again, he saw the ferocious faces of two demon believers.
"Don't struggle... don't struggle..." While inserting the long sword into the old man's chest, the leader of the demon comforted him in a low voice: "There is no point in living like this... Go to sleep... Go to sleep...
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The old man wanted to use his proud magic to burn these tiny demons in front of him, but he found that he could not condense the magic flame in his palm.
His chest had been pierced by the sword. He opened his mouth and wanted to take a breath, but he found that his chest was burning with pain. His strength was disappearing quickly, like quicksand.
"I am..." He wanted to say his name, but found that he couldn't even remember it...
Endless darkness struck, and he closed his eyes. What on earth have I done in this life?