Chapter 2141: Ember is destroyed at dawn seventy-three
"Pray, pray?" Bedivere was a little confused after hearing what the great teacher said.
"That's right, pray." Clara said: "Think back, your deepest wish. A wish that must be achieved even if you sacrifice everything. What is your purpose in the first place when you overcome all difficulties along the way? Think back carefully.
That wish, your original purpose. Then you will be saved. If you want to not get lost in the ocean of chaos, in addition to maintaining yourself, the most important thing is determination. Find your determination, and you can escape from this place.
"
Determination?
The werewolf young man whose thoughts were extremely confused could hardly even remember his own name. He had to keep chanting his name in order to maintain himself in the torrent of chaos. Now he had to distract himself from other things.
Remember his wish?
By the way, why did he come here?
The spellfire in his hand gave off a warm glow, though he could barely feel its heat.
By the way. He fell into chaos because his great teacher Clara released the seal of the cursed fire for him, but something went wrong in the process. Chaos swallowed Bedivere and dragged it into the sea of chaos.
But why did he want to find the great teacher Clara to contact the seal of the cursed fire?
The magic fire in his hand shone for a moment.
By the way, it's because he wants to get more power.
But why does he want to gain power?
The fire of the spell grew brighter and swayed more violently.
By the way, it's because he has to win the round table trial.
But why does he have to win the round table trial?
The magical fire was trembling violently.
By the way, it was because he had a wish and had to use the Knights of the Round Table to help him realize it.
Only an almost omnipotent organization like the Knights of the Round Table, with such a huge network of contacts and information, could help him find someone in the vast sea of people.
Who is that person?
The magical fire in his hand transformed into countless flames, eventually forming a fire storm surrounding him. In the fire storm, the phantom of a child appeared.
Remembered!
I remembered it all!
The person he is looking for is his son.
Husky.
Although it was just an illusion formed by flames, the cute dog-man boy, Bedivere's son, seemed to be waving to his father.
"Husky!" the werewolf youth shouted. Of course, the other party did not respond, but turned around and ran away.
"No! Don't go! Daddy is right here!!" Bedivere shouted, trying to catch up. However, the other party disappeared very quickly.
That's just an illusion.
Husky
So the werewolf young man thought of the days he lived in Western Siberia. In those days, on that silvery snowfield, he and his wife and son lived an ordinary life without fighting against the world. Then suddenly one day, bad news
Arrive, the Snow-Armored God destroys everything.
He remembered his wife lying in a pool of blood, and he remembered his dying son in his arms. He watched them die, but could do nothing.
No, he seemed to have done something. However, he could not remember anything. His memory began to become confused at this place, and was gradually occupied by blank spaces.
What happened after that? I can’t remember, just can’t remember. For a long time after that, he lived alone in the snowfields of Western Siberia, remembering his wife and children.
While continuing to cultivate myself.
Then, at that opportunity, he learned about the existence of the Round Table Trials, and that those who successfully passed the trials and became Knights of the Round Table, in addition to receiving great honors, could also make a promise to King Arthur and his subordinate Knights of the Round Table.
desire.
The Knights of the Round Table will, to the best of their ability, help the new Knights of the Round Table realize their wishes.
The Knights of the Round Table are not omnipotent, and the wishes they can help people realize certainly cannot cover everything in the world. However, Bedivere still risked everything and participated in this round table trial.
Because, as time went by, he felt more and more personally that his son Husky was very likely to still be alive.
Because he has not completely despaired yet. Because he still holds on to the last bit of hope, even if it is a paranoid hope that looks like he is lying to himself.
"Wait for me" he whispered.
"No matter which unknown corner of the world you are in, I will definitely find you one day."
When he remembered his wish, he was also full of determination.
Then, chaos eluded him, and reality appeared before his eyes.
In fact, Bediwell didn't go anywhere. He was just sitting there, and the ceremony to remove the cursed fire seal was still in progress. He was just surrounded by the seven-color flames. But now, sitting there, his lower body actually
It was also wrapped in chaotic flames, with only its head exposed.
"Uh," the werewolf young man snorted.
"You're back." The great teacher Clara sitting opposite said: "Very good, have you successfully escaped from Chaos? It's actually pretty good that you didn't get swallowed up by Chaos and turn into a sticky ball of plasma."
When she said this, Bedivere became even more worried: "Well, if my body is still wrapped in this thing, maybe the part below the head will turn into a pool of plasma, leaving only one head, right?"
"You can rest assured about this. Chaos can't swallow you in the chaos. Now that your consciousness has returned, it can't do anything to you. In the end, it will recede, and you should not suffer anything.
Probably the impact."
Probably? A drop of cold sweat broke out on Bedivere's forehead.
Suddenly, the flames surrounding the werewolf youth's body converged. It should be said that it gathered and became a fireball, floating in front of Bediwell. The fireball gradually returned from the original chaotic seven-color light to the orange-red light of ordinary flames.
Gradually stabilizing amid the crazy beating.
"That's it." Clara looked at the fireball in front of Bedivere and poked it with her finger. The fireball swayed for a moment and then returned to Bedivere's body obediently.
"Is it over so soon?" the werewolf young man couldn't help but ask curiously. It seemed that only about ten minutes had passed.
"What nonsense are you talking about, stupid apprentice?" Clara seemed to be laughing, but also seemed to have a serious face: "About five hours have passed since the ceremony."
"What??!" Bedivere was shocked.
"You have no idea how long you have been lost in chaos, right?" Clara sighed again: "Being trapped in chaos will not only make people's rationality evaporate and lose their normal thinking ability, but it will also disrupt people's ability to think.
People's feeling of time. Some people only fell into chaos for a few seconds, but experienced the torment of chaos for decades. Others felt that they were in chaos for several seconds, but when they came back, a hundred years had passed.
You were lucky to be able to escape from the sea of chaos in five hours. During this period, I continued to recode the spell fire while calling you who was lost in the chaos. Voice
Sometimes it gets through, sometimes it doesn't."
"I asked you to worry about it," Bedivere couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
"In short," Clara coughed dryly, "I have completely lifted the restrictions on the spell fire. Now it will not only not hinder your own power, but also maximize the power of the spell itself. However, you
Your body originally contains chaos. When the restrictions are completely lifted, the chaos may overflow, wreak havoc around you, and swallow you up again. So remember to exercise restraint when using the spell fire."
"Uh ok."
"Since you have chaos in your body and can easily be backlashed by it, I still added a safety measure. Therefore, you usually cannot use the maximum power of the spell, and you can probably only use 90% of its power at most. The only way is to wait.
When you truly realize that your life is under threat, only at the most critical moment can your spell fire be able to use 100% of its power, or even more than 100% of its power. The greater the risk you bear with the help of the power of chaos,
The greater the power it can exert. I can't explain the details clearly, you can only rely on yourself to gradually experience it in actual combat."
"If I abuse the power of Chaos, will I be swallowed by Chaos again and then be lost in the Sea of Chaos?" Bedivere asked in a low voice.
"That is possible, indeed." Clara nodded and said, "How much of the mantras I said to you when you were lost in the chaos just now do you remember?"
"Those words that you keep chanting like a mantra?" Bedivere blinked: "I remember them all. It seems to be saying, uh, no matter what you change into, no matter what you have experienced, no matter what you used to be, you
It is still you. It is all the efforts you have made in the past and all the choices you have made in your life, whether right or wrong, that have made you who you are now. You are you, not others, and are irreplaceable. You use everything in your past
The shape of you that you are now. Here and now, right here, continues and continues. As long as life has not passed away, it will not end. Therefore, this is your life. Your own life. No matter what.
In this vast and vast universe, no matter how humble and insignificant a life is, your life is still your life. It is unique and cannot be copied."
"Not bad. I was able to remember such a long mantra word for word in that chaotic state." The great teacher nodded again: "Then remember it well and never forget it again."
When you are lost, recite this mantra and cast a spell on yourself, and your self will not disappear. As long as you think of your name and your goal, chaos will have no control over you. No matter how deeply you are trapped in it,
You can escape. How long it will take to escape is another matter. Get up. What needs to be done here has been done. Don’t you have something important to do and have to rush back to Cairo? Then leave quickly."
"Well" Bedivere tried to stand up from the parchment he was sitting on. Only then did he realize that he was exhausted and his body seemed to be hollowed out. As soon as he stood up, he fell to the ground.
"Did you use up too much energy to escape from the chaos?" Clara hummed, then looked at the strategist Eric who was watching everything silently outside the door of the ritual room: "Have you been watching?
If there is nothing else to do, just send him back when he is weak."
"Do you want me to carry this guy across the Demon Swamp alone?" Eric shrugged.
"You are responsible for carrying him back. I will use the residence stone to construct a passage in the shallow underground of the Demon Swamp that allows you to pass safely. Of course, this passage will automatically disappear after you pass through." Great Teacher Clara
Said: "Now, let's go. Time waits for no one." (To be continued)