Chapter 2146: Ember is destroyed at dawn (seventy-eight)
At the same time, somewhere beneath the Everglades Demon Swamp.
"Hey, is that enough? When can you let me down?" Bedivere asked depressedly.
Now he is floating in mid-air. To be more precise, he is floating in mid-air like a hydrogen balloon. There is a string connected to the tail, and the other end of the string is held by the strategist Eric.
.It is the effect of [Second Miracle------Massive Energy Creation], which is transmitted from Eric to Bedivere through the thin rope, causing the werewolf youth's own weight to be offset by an upward propulsive force, so
He became like this now, floating in a "weightless" state.
Although there is nothing uncomfortable about floating like this all the time, it always feels awkward. He looks like a large hydrogen balloon being dragged away by a big child...
"So," Strategist Eric, who was still walking along the long crystal corridor, turned back and glanced at Bedivere: "You want me to let you down and let you go on your own? Aren't you too tired?
Can't walk anymore? Has your strength recovered?"
"Well, let me think about it again..." The werewolf youth was a little hesitant. After all, he didn't have to expend any effort to be dragged away, and it was quite easy. He actually didn't know his body very well.
Condition, his legs were sore and numb from being inactive for a long time. Considering that after using this underground crystal corridor to leave the Demon Swamp, he had to cross the dirty and sticky Turkic Swamp in person, Bediville was indeed
A little reluctant. How about enduring this embarrassment and letting Eric take him all the way back to the Turkic village?
"By the way, what have you been doing since just now?" Eric suddenly asked again.
"Oh, this?" Bedivere paused his work for a moment. At that time, he was using the fire of magic to burn characters the size of a grain of sand, one after another, on the back of his right hand.
"This is a command spell..., probably." He himself answered uncertainly.
"Command Spell? You have just met the great teacher Clara, and you are so eager to use the strengthened spell fire to carve a command spell for yourself? Are you so eager to obtain powerful power?" Eric pretended not to be interested at all.
asked casually.
"No. This command spell is a bit special... This is the [mantra] I learned from the great teacher. It is the last insurance measure to prevent me from getting lost in [chaos]." The werewolf young man replied
.
In fact, [Command Seals] are nothing more than that. They are just a means for the conjurer to cast spells on themselves and strictly regulate themselves. [Command Seals] do not necessarily need to be the activating spell of powerful spells, as long as they are used to cast spells.
Just a curse will do. The curse for any action is the same. Of course, it also includes [reminding yourself of the kind of person you want to become].
The string of [Command Spells] engraved on the back of Bedivere's hand, or even hidden under the wolf fur on the back of his hand, which is usually invisible, was specially engraved by the werewolf youth in the language of his tribe, the Esquimo tribe.
Go down and remind yourself of the words:
"
You are you, Bedivere. No matter what you change into, no matter what you have experienced, no matter what you have been, you are 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] are shaped by everything in your past, and [you] are in this form now. Here and now, right here, it continues and continues to be written. As long as life has not passed away, it will not end.
So this is your life. Your own life. No matter how humble and insignificant it is in this vast universe,
Your life is still your life. It is unique and cannot be copied.
"
"Isn't this all a bunch of nonsense..." After listening to Bedivere's words, Strategist Eric tried very hard not to laugh: "If you carve that kind of useless nonsense on yourself, you can become a person."
Is it strong?"
"The purpose of my doing this is not to become stronger." The werewolf youth said with a self-deprecating smile: "It's just to prevent myself from losing myself in [chaos]. Because I have fallen into it before, and I know how scary it is. This
The world has completely forgotten me. Whether it is my former friends, relatives, or closest companions, they have lost all memories related to me. Only I still remember it all. When I was lost in [Chaos],
The moment I couldn't even remember my own name, I felt scared.
I'm thinking, if the world no longer remembers me, and I don't remember the world, then will there be no connection between me and the world (Kama)?
So I felt fear. If no one in this world remembers me, and I no longer remember anyone in this world, then there will no longer be a place for me in this world."
"...You're really stupid." I don't know whether Strategist Eric didn't understand Bedivere's words at all, or deliberately pretended not to understand. He snorted angrily: "Even if you don't remember this world,
, the world will not remember you, and the world will continue to rotate. And you must continue to live. If there are no memories, it will just continue to create more memories to fill the empty heart. There is
What is there to be afraid of?"
"You are really...an overly optimistic person, Mr. Eric." Bedivere said.
"You are also an overly pessimistic person, Mr. Bedivere." Strategist Eric replied.
At this time, the crystal corridor was basically finished. At the end of the passage made of crystals, there was an upward staircase, leading directly to the exit on the ground. Eric walked up and left through the archway made of crystals. There was already
It's a swamp.
"What should I do? The swamp here has waist-deep mire, and there are all kinds of leeches and blood-sucking insects in it." Bediwell asked with a hint of sarcasm: "Now I regret that I just washed off the green anti-insect ointment.
Is it too late?"
"There's no need to worry at all." Eric snorted coldly.
Bediwell knew that Eric the Strategist could use the [Second Miracle] to move objects that were in direct or indirect contact with his body to achieve the effect of riding something in the air. He had seen Eric sitting on a very tall ground before.
On an ordinary big tree bark, he floated in the air all the way across the swamp. He thought that Eric would look for his bark everywhere and leave on the bark. But the werewolf youth never expected that even the bark of the tree was
Unnecessary.
Because the "transportation vehicle" has been ready for a long time------it is Bediwell's body.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" By the time Bedivere felt something was wrong, it was already too late.
Regardless of the werewolf youth's objections, the strategist Eric jumped onto Bediwell's back lightly and rode the werewolf youth like this.
"Bastard...!" A lot of blue veins appeared on Bedivere's forehead: "You bastard! Get down! I'm not your horse! Do you want to die?!?"
"Oh? I can come down, but does that mean that your strength has recovered and you can walk on your own? If you want to walk alone through this swamp full of blood-sucking bugs without the protection of insect repellent ointment,
You are not afraid of being infected with the plague, so of course I can let you go, as you wish?"
"Uh!" The werewolf youth who was about to curse immediately stopped and gradually calmed down. Although it was really shameful to be ridden like this as a means of transportation, he wanted him (especially him after taking a shower) to pass through that place without any protection.
He really didn't want to live in a swamp that was dirty, disgusting, and infested with blood-sucking bugs. At this time, he could only bow to the evil forces.
"Bastard... remember it for me! I want you to look good when you go back ------"
Snap!
"Ouch!" Before Bediwell could finish speaking, he slapped the opponent on the butt: "Hey! Stop!"
He moved his limbs excitedly, as if swimming in the air--although Bedivere is still a landlubber to this day.
"Yes, row hard, horse. My [Second Miracle] can't create much propulsion. Just lifting the weight of two people is already the limit." Eric smiled mischievously.
Said: "Aren't you in a hurry? As a [horse], if you don't provide some propulsion, it will be difficult for us to go back quickly."
The scary thing is not that this sentence is a lie to tease Bedivere. The scary thing is that this sentence is very likely to be the truth.
Bedivere became more and more angry. He was gnashing his teeth but could not refute the other party. If he resisted now, the anti-gravity effect brought by [Second Miracle] would disappear, and he would be smashed into a wolf with his face on the ground.
On the dirty muddy ground. That would be a hundred times more shameful than the current situation.
With no other choice, the werewolf young man pulled out his tungsten turtle tongue whip.
They were now about five feet from the ground (the swamp floor), completely within the reach of the whip. So Bedivere released the whip and opened it before the whip almost hit the rocky ground hidden under the swamp.
Then the werewolf youth only had to pull hard, and the tungsten turtle tongue whip used as a rope moved Bediwell and Eric floating in the air several yards forward.
Distance. Both of them are controlled by the power of [Second Miracle], which just offsets their own gravity. Therefore, there is almost no obstacle for them to slide forward in this "gravity-free" state. Perhaps the only resistance is
Air resistance is up.
After moving a short distance, Bediwell discovered that there were areas in the swamp where the pits were very deep. Even the tungsten turtle tongue whip could not touch the hard ground under the swamp. So he took out the black yue Kobelco scimitar and pressed
After unloading the plug-in system, a shock wave shot out from it, pushing Bedivere forward some distance.
Do we have to fly back slowly all the way like this? It’s tiring to watch. The werewolf young man couldn’t help but sigh.
Although this is very poor, at least we can move forward. When we are almost close to the village of the Elephant Tribe - Bedivere thought to himself, only then will the strategist Eric look good.