The first saint of justice was Sisyphus, who was directly related to the fall of the chariot driver in the past.
And Sisyphus is not a Yaseran - nor is it any of the ancient races such as elves, dragons, giants, etc. It is a huge cross composed of pale flames...
Long before Sisyphus ascended to the gods, it had already prepared for its own demise. Because for Sisyphus, who is the element of fire, the death of an individual does not matter. "Fire is originally inherited from generation to generation."
Even if the same bonfire is added with firewood every day to keep the fire burning, for the fire element, the burning fire has already changed; and if the fire drawn from here ignites a bonfire elsewhere,
, then there is also a connection between these two different fires.
This is "passing fire".
The death of an individual does not matter, because as long as someone inherits everything, it is the new "Sisyphus". It is like adding new wood to a fire. The flame has never been extinguished, but the fire has long been different.
Sisyphus once swore in front of the driver of the sky chariot that if one day it will fail, it will never be extinguished on the ground, it will be shattered in the sky.
At that time, all fires fell to the ground like rain...which naturally included the "fire of justice" as its core.
When someone picks up the fire of justice, they will inherit Sisyphus's position and mission and embark on this path again.
This source of fire that inherits its desire and power is the earliest "holy skeleton" in the world - the heart of justice.
Naturally, it cannot be the piece of flesh and blood seen after cutting open the chest, with holes for pumping blood, and pulsating flesh and blood. Instead, it is a ball of extremely restrained temperature, like a gelatinous fire.
It's not a sphere, it looks like a squeeze slime toy.
If you place it on the ground, it can warm everyone around you, just like sitting next to a campfire; it can also illuminate the entire room in a room, and its brightness is better than the sunlight on a sunny day; and if you hold it
In your hands, you will probably soon be able to smell the aroma that makes people miss the barbecue dry dishes...
But apart from that, it cannot be transported by car or bag. Although the holy skeleton has weak consciousness and can hardly do anything without a host... but it can at least escape.
Even if you put it in your backpack, it will escape by itself if you are not careful.
It is for this reason that Zhiji chose the safest means of transportation.
——After she transformed into the dragon form, she directly swallowed the heart of justice.
After all, Paper Princess cannot enter the subway while maintaining her dragon posture... and not all gods have the means to teleport over long distances.
In order to prevent the light and heat overflowing from the Heart of Justice from alarming and injuring the ordinary people around her, Paper Princess could only turn her body into a package for transporting goods. In this case, she could completely transform into a human form and go to the underground city.
Find Annan and spit out your righteous heart.
Anyway, the body of the god actually has no digestive function at all, so there is no need to worry about her actually digesting the holy bones. The essence of the body of the god is just a projection, and it is actually similar to the bodies used by players.
Moreover, that ball of fire is not easily digested...
"……Huh?"
But before Zhiji could fly back to the United Kingdom, she suddenly shuddered and made a sound of surprise.
It felt like I had made some mistake and was being stared at coldly by Ya Weng from behind.
The next moment, Zhiji felt cold snowflakes falling on herself.
It was just a move that stunned the gods... The world in front of her was suddenly submerged by the heavy snow. The blizzard even completely obscured her sight. Although this could not stop a real god, the chill hidden in the blizzard still remained.
Made Zhi Ji realize something.
She flapped her wings and hovered in mid-air.
Zhi Ji asked in a low voice in awe: "Grandma... is that you?
"——You're awake?!"
There was still a little joy in her voice.
No matter what the old grandmother's attitude was towards her... Zhiji was ultimately a portrait of her old grandmother. She always had a kind of admiration for the real person in the painting.
"Sally, you don't have to call me grandma...forget it, you can do whatever you want."
A voice similar to Zhi Ji's, but more majestic and noble, with a bit of the lazy and hoarse dragon voice when just waking up, faintly sounded in the snow: "You came to the cold winter, is it?
What to do?”
"I'm here to help Annan get his heart of justice!"
Zhi Ji replied immediately.
As she spoke, she vomited out her righteous heart.
Now that the old grandmother has woken up, there is no need to worry about her escaping.
"…Heart of Sisyphus?"
The old grandmother's voice loomed in the blizzard, seeming a little surprised: "Annan wants to become a saint of justice? Isn't he the leader of this generation?"
"I speculate that Annan should be planning to ascend with a heart of justice..."
"That's it."
The old grandmother thought for a moment and made a low voice: "I slept too deeply this time...Although I chatted with Annan while half asleep and half awake before, I can't remember exactly what I said. She obviously took care of me.
He should be my responsibility... I'm really troubling you."
"No, no, no trouble..."
"Since there is nothing wrong with his idea, let him do it."
The old grandmother's calm voice came from the wind: "I'm going to check the situation in the Principality of Winter first. I've been sleeping for too long...it's inevitable that someone will forget my existence. Although there is such an outstanding Grand Duke as Annan,
But it was inevitable that they would bully Annan because he was young.
"After Annan's problem is solved, let him return to Winter. It would be a pity if the Grand Duke of Winter misses the miraculous scene of winter and spring."
"I'll tell him."
Zhi Ji replied respectfully.
Then, Zhi Ji was like a student locked up in the teacher's office...with her tail between her legs and her head lowered, she quickly escaped from here without looking back.
When she flew all the way back to the United Kingdom, took the subway to the Gray Tower, and saw Annan again, she exhaled in fear.
Zhi Ji held Annan in her arms and rubbed Annan's head vigorously while murmuring: "Your grandmother is so cruel..."
"...Is grandma awake now?"
Annan was a little surprised: "I thought it would take a few days.
"But...why didn't my grandmother contact me after she woke up?"
Wouldn’t the old grandmother forget herself after drinking Wangzai milk?
Annan was a little worried for a moment.
Zhi Ji chuckled and said: "No, it's just because you are underground and my grandmother can't contact you.
"You know, when I flew back, I saw that it was snowing all over the world - just the Endless Glacier, but it was also snowing in the United Kingdom, The Theocracy, and even over there in the Living Desert.
"You know, it's August now! My grandmother must have just woken up and is preparing to collect new information about the world through the snowstorm. The moment the snow falls, my grandmother will know that you are no longer in the middle of winter."
When Zhi Ji said this, she was suddenly startled and said thoughtfully: "That Fufu has been hiding underground recently, maybe this is the reason..."
"Okay, Lord Zhiji. Give me your heart of justice. The ceremony is ready."
The graysmith on the side said with a smile: "Annan, you can lie down on the bed first... the bed facing the stove.
"After you enter the nightmare, I will cut out your Heart of Winter. Otherwise, you will have to undergo anesthesia first, which will be more procrastinating."
I know, it's the bed that feels like you're about to be cremated when you lie down on it.
Now at least I've taken a step back... It's become a bed that looks like it's about to be dissected when you lie down on it.
Annan complained in his heart.
But he still lay on it peacefully and closed his eyes.
The gray carver held the heart of justice in one hand and chanted in a low voice:
“Justice, selflessness and no cowardice;
“Those who wield fire would rather die than be defeated;
“If one’s life is destroyed, fire will continue; if one flees from fire, it will be destroyed;
"When the lamb raises his head, there must be a star——"
As he chanted, the heart of justice, which was held in his hand like a glowing slime, was suddenly inspired and released an even brighter light.
Ripples of light, like the pumping of a heart, spread out from underneath it in circles, causing Annan and Zhiji's long hair to fly up and dance as if blown by the wind.
It was suspended in the air and turned into a sphere. Placed in the center of the ceremony by the gray master, black and red rune chains protruded from the surrounding area, extending and locking it in the center.
And the heart of justice did not struggle, it was suspended in the middle peacefully.
"Next, there's the Egg of Meng Ning... Your Excellency Zhiji, do you want to watch it?"
Gray Jiang asked Zhi Ji politely.
Zhi Ji hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "The old grandmother asked me to bring Annan over... I don't have anything to do recently, so just stay here."
What she actually meant was to help Annan watch over him.
Although Huijiang was a quite qualified ancient god, Zhiji was still a little restless when Annan's life and death was completely put into his hands.
The graysmith didn't care at all.
He just smiled and said: "It is also an honor for me to have such a beautiful witness like you."
Witness - This statement is quite emotionally intelligent.
But speaking of it, can Zhi Ji be considered Party A...
Annan muttered, closed his eyes, relaxed his mental defenses, and let himself fall into sleep.
He has always been particularly good at controlling his body.
Before Annan traveled through, he could make himself fall asleep stably within three minutes, even when suffering from a cold, fever or other headaches.
And this may also be one of his talents...
Annan gradually lost consciousness as he thought so.
This time, he didn't feel a sense of falling the moment he entered the nightmare like an ordinary nightmare, but everything around him gradually became silent.
——Dong dong!
Annan heard the sound of his own heartbeat very clearly.
The sound was like a drum from the sky, pumping every blood vessel in his body. Annan's whole body was vibrating.
——Dong dong!
——Dong dong!
Annan gradually felt that the interval between two heartbeats was getting longer and longer...even the beating became more and more "steady". It was like a basketball dropped to the ground, bouncing lower every time.
.
till the end.
——Dong dong.
After the last beat, Annan never heard his heartbeat again.
While sleeping and waking up, Annan heard the fluttering of moths' wings.