The burial ceremony that Kuzumi Heimai mentioned was simple at best, and complicated at the same time. All the requirements for this ritual can be carried out as long as items that meet the concept are found, but for the king, it is actually difficult to find things that meet the concept.
A cemetery, a sacrifice, a priest, a coffin, and a memorial.
"That king is presented by memory, so we should also start from this aspect for the final corresponding thing." Kuzumi Heizhen said.
"The cemetery... the memory network in the deep palace prison is probably a suitable cemetery." Jean said, "I have been in contact with that memory network twice. It is a network isolated from the outside world. I think this is where the former king will be most dangerous. The reason why the memory is arranged there.”
"Then, I have prepared the sacrifices here." Kuzumi Heimai took out a palm-sized cloth bag, "We took out some memory fragments damaged by lightning strikes from the Corridor of Eternal Calamity. It should not increase the king's strength anymore, but It should still be useful.”
"Then the question is how to find the last three, and where should we start with things that match the priest, coffin and eulogy?" Lu Ning asked with a frown.
"I think we can go find...the greatest bishop." Liu Yunqing said.
As one of the few people alive in the world who knows the king, the Archbishop may be the person who best meets the requirements of a priest here. Except for Kuzumi and other people who did not know the existence of the greatest bishop, everyone immediately agreed with this proposal in their hearts.
"Then let's go over now, before the king starts wreaking havoc." Lu Ning said, glancing at the Jiyin Colorful Music in his hand, "It's hard to guarantee how long his rationality can last."
The treasure was shining with light. The more the king inspired power, the stronger the resonance effect became. At the same time, Lu Ning could also observe that the lightsaber was gradually turning into a brighter red color, which also meant that the king was moving towards something. The inevitable result of memory recovery.
Only Lan Tu asked his team members to stay. He needed to be ready to deal with the palace's problems at any time and had no time to spare.
Lu Ning rolled up his robe and took off directly with ink color, followed closely by Heizhen Kuzumi. The two of them could walk in the air with the help of the shell, but the others were not so convenient. The emergency situation did not allow everyone to act together. Of course, the two fastest ones rushed to the residence of the largest bishop first.
About ten minutes later, Lu Ning saw the small church where the largest bishop lived from a distance. She pressed Mo Yun to the ground and rushed directly into the church. It was still dark in the church. She scanned around with her electronic eyes and soon saw the position of the greatest bishop at the back.
"The Greatest Bishop!"
The old man was actually still resting at this moment, even if such earth-shattering things happened outside, it still did not disturb him. When Lu Ning rushed in, he had just been awakened by the shouts.
"Child...what happened to make you so impatient?"
"The king is awake, did you know?"
"I know, it was probably in the near future, but it was just someone who pieced together some fragmentary memories. Is it today? I don't remember the date very well..." The greatest bishop held his forehead, "Every time, the nobles would tear apart the memories in the inner city and send them away. Go back to where you belong, and I think this time will be no exception.”
"This time the nobles failed to successfully intercept near the palace. The king has entered the inner city. The nobles activated the protective shield to cover the entire inner city. The situation is still unclear." Lu Ning quickly concluded.
"That's normal. After all, every time the king comes out, his strength will be enhanced. Those memories will probably try to reflect on their mistakes. However, the nobles should also make corresponding progress. For example, they have never seen this protective shield used." Max. The bishop stood up slowly, "You just need to avoid it. Even if the king only has some memories, he should not hurt the people casually."
"We want to bury him." Lu Ning said, "Did you know that the king once left a funeral for himself in the Corridor of Eternal Calamity? I don't want to bet on whether the nobles will succeed this time. We just want to do what we can - —I came to you this time because I need a priest at the funeral."
"A... priest." The greatest bishop nodded, "I have never heard of this, but since you said so, we can give it a try."
At this time, Heizhen Kuzumi had also arrived here. He stood at the door without coming in. He bowed slightly and said, "We may also ask the greatest bishop to give him advice."
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The power of time exploded on Yan Rong's spear. Although the spear in the distribution center would not wear out, the golden flame attached to it was instantly cut off. Yan Rong also took two steps back under this force.
"The vicissitudes of life... No one can escape time. That's why I choose to move towards eternity." The king gently touched the clock dial on the ax with his hand, took a ray from the light, and turned it into a sharp knife in his hand. "Although This road has gone a bit lost, but I am still confident that I can get it back on track.”
With a flick of his wrist, the sharp knife rushed towards Yan Rong like a meteor, but Yan Rong stepped on the ground hard and jumped into the air amid the explosion of flames, dodging the knife.
The king just smiled at her.
"it's beautiful."
"Try this move again?" Yan Rong stirred the spear in the air, and flames began to spray from the gun body into the sky. She blocked it, and the fan-shaped flames fell on her head. The king was about to block it, but he immediately noticed that The holy light was mixed between the flames. When he stepped aside, only a blue light and shadow was left on the ground, but he was already standing dozens of meters away.
"Learn that trick from me? You are really talented."
The golden flame retreated as soon as it was fired, and Yan Rong raised his gun and pounced: "Your hand is not only capable of burning with flames. Do you think I can't see it?"
"People who can be seen in that situation are indeed very capable." The king changed the weapon again and held the white scythe in his hand. "Even if you have also completed the blooming of yourself, you are still stronger - but it is a pity. .”
Yan Rong suddenly felt cold all over. She quickly changed directions, but was still hit by a ray of light on the fire wing on the left. The burning fire suddenly became weak, and the emotions belonging to that part were directly extinguished, as if leaving He just left by himself.
"'I' did leave many possible stumbling blocks for me before heading towards this self-enclosed ending. But this blooming gift...the Seven Scenes of Wang and Chen are ultimately things we share, these are solid and indivisible The memory has become the last thing we have in common. Is it me? Or is it the common incarnation of my friends and I?" The king's fingers swept across the smooth sickle handle, "Rest in Peace... They each have their own name, so it should be the latter, right?”
"You...this is..." Yan Rong fell to the ground and shivered. Although the fire in her body was still burning, she could no longer feel any warmth from her emotions. The coldness that penetrated her bones was unbearable. I can't help but think of death. That sickle has the same properties as the flames on my body?
"I am the first person in the world to complete self-blooming." The king seemed to see Yan Rong's doubts, "To be honest, this is just a by-product of my search for the answer to the question. The stronger the better, but It can protect one person but cannot stabilize the country. It is not what I am looking for. However... I also understand very well the weaknesses of this self-reflection. To be honest, I am not afraid of what all of you can rely on. Because that’s all I have left.”
The king is indeed fully qualified to say this. This is exactly what Yan Rong and Lu Ning have been worried about before - if all the power obtained comes from the king, then why should they be used to bury the king?
"This is not a fair battle, it has not been from the beginning... Even if those treasures are no longer in my memory, I can still-" The king stretched out his hand, and the white light on Yan Rong's body that represented divine power began to be slowed down by him. Pull it out slowly.
At this moment, there was a sharp whistle in the air, and three figures jumped down from different directions. The king could only let go of his hand, swung the sickle horizontally, and blocked the three people's attack with a loud noise.
"Um?"
There were three foreign officers from different nobles, and their equipment was completely different from those the king had dealt with before. Everyone's weapons are strange mechanical combinations, like a bunch of haphazardly put together building blocks, and their bodies are covered with external armor like living creatures. They have no flying organs but are still capable of high maneuverability.
"Oh! You are indeed a king."
With a familiar tone, Yan Rong remembered that this was the Sacrifice foreign affairs officer who blocked his group on that glorious night of sacrifice.
"I pay tribute to you. Even though you are not a complete king, I have read your legends since I was a child." The person with a courteous tone was Eosek, the Eyesight foreign affairs officer who handled the incident at the school and later the aftermath.
"More foreign affairs officers are on their way. Your combat data has been collected and we will not let you escape a second time." The last one was Mist's foreign affairs officer, a person Lu Ning didn't recognize.
"Tsk, I can see that the weapons in your hands are specially used to restrain me. The nobles are really fast." The king's expression was slightly unhappy, "But after all, the memory network is just a cold thinking machine. Even the production The weapons that came out were so impersonal..."
"It will be useful if we can send you back to the deep palace." Foreign Affairs Officer Mist waved the combined weapon in his hand and attacked the king again. But this time the king did not take the attack hard, but put away the sickle and quickly It turned into five rings on his fingers.
"Void latitude and longitude." Eosek slammed the weapon to the ground, and an echo shook the surroundings. The king also flicked out his fingers at the same time, like a checkerboard-shaped space cutting line spread out in the air, and he flexibly moved his fingers. With a sudden movement, the pointer-shaped knife suddenly appeared in his hand, and in a flash, the person had arrived behind Aeosek.
The foreign affairs officer was cut in half, but the biological armor on his body began to quickly stretch out some thin lines to connect the body back together.
"It's a pity, Your Majesty, that all of our armors are pure cellular organisms, without intelligence, let alone emotion. The discovery you are proud of cannot destroy their roots."
"Things made by machines are always machines. I doubt whether I was right in handing over the governance of the entire kingdom to the nobles." The king looked unhappy, "You have deviated from the trajectory I have arranged for you."
"We have to defend ourselves." Sacrifice's foreign affairs officer pounced on him fiercely. He had the strongest desire to attack. Even if his opponent was the king, he was also attacking crazily, and even refused to respond to some of the attacks he received. Of course, the king is not afraid of such an onslaught, but it is true that he will not be able to capture all the foreign ministers targeting him in a short while.
"The mission you assigned to the nobles has been completed a long time ago! The memory network is just developing on its own in the way that the world needs most! Memory, emotion, life and death... of course these things that humans have must be studied, so at the same time continue to study restraint methods Isn't it very normal?" The foreign affairs officer laughed and shouted, "I don't think there is anything wrong with today's world, or are you planning to take over these worlds again with those old-fashioned thinking? King, oh king, if even the likes of us You can't overcome these obstacles, so what are you using to catch up with the you in your heyday!"
With the last word spoken, the foreign affairs officer finally broke the king's posture. He raised his free left hand, a blue fox head appeared in his palm, and then punched the king in the chest.
The translucent soul that was exactly the same as the current king was blasted out of the body by this punch, but the king was too anxious to find a way to deal with it, so he accidentally ate it. Before the soul could return to its place, his body had already responded. , the dark Ge emerged from his hand, and he swung an arc-moon slash with the sound of Jin Ge towards the front. A heartbreaking sound of tearing came, and the Sacrifice Foreign Affairs Officer's entire body was swept. The black arc was cut into pieces, and the weapon was also broken into pieces. The other two foreign affairs officers hid in time, but they also lost their legs.
The king raised his hand and pressed the soul behind him back into his body.
"Really... well done." He glanced at the body that had been broken into pieces. The creature's armor had been cut into such pieces that the recovery power could no longer sustain it. The king looked at the two foreign officers again: "You actually think that special weapons can deal with me. I just woke up and I can't react."
At this time, Lu Ning suddenly felt that the lightsaber in his hand was finally completed. The last two grooves of "Visible Changes" and "Golden Horse" had been completed. The blazing light suddenly dissipated, restrained into extremely colorful music. She was stunned for a moment, and the greatest bishop noticed this behavior and glanced at her.
"If you need a eulogy, then this is the best one. What can be better than the last poem you wrote for yourself?"
Kuzumi Heizhen clapped his hands excitedly: "It seems that fate is on our side! Now we only need a coffin so that we can bury the king and let him sleep forever!"
The greatest bishop sighed.
"I hope so. But what else in this world can be used as the box to contain the king? He is reborn through memory. As long as the memory exists, he will live as long as this world."
