"Oh. I will wait patiently." Yi Cha said.
He turned his head toward the wall. There was also a patched mark there, enough for him to stare at for a while. It took him a long time to realize that Kezier and Dodi had left.
Just wait and see. Yi Cha chuckled to himself. He moved his right leg and tried several times to successfully kick a piece of floor into pieces, and then let the raised pieces burn. The warm tongue of fire soon began to lick his calves, climbing all the way up to the chains. The whole blanket was set on fire with a bang. If you listen carefully, you can hear the crackling and turning of scales in the flames. Icha cursed internally and verbally while waiting.
Who knows how long he waited. He waited until the cold chain finally gained enough temperature and made an unpleasant scratching sound before withdrawing the flame. Then he tried his best to pull away - the chain couldn't bear the expansion and was cold, so it fell to the ground with a bang.
His arm hurt as if it had been cut off, and he had to use all his strength to lift it to chest height. The scales near the neck were burned into a ball, forming a hard shell. One-third of the skin has lost any feeling. Of course, he didn't need to look to make sure that his limbs were not broken. If they were broken, they would definitely not hurt as much as they do now. He grinned and dragged his legs, which were on the verge of losing control, along the cookie crumbs - hmm. He now discovered that they were metal fragments glowing with cold light - he rubbed them forward, still not expecting the easy way.
But there is no easy way.
It is extremely difficult, the pain is unbearable, and it may not be possible even if you peel off a layer of skin. It requires a strong mentality, command and all the patience in the world to execute in a way that may not be possible. Anyway, it is a method that patients with ataxia cannot use successfully. radish. He's not sick at all. Keqier must be wrong. He's not sick. He was right all along.
Dosmas may be right. He must be right.
Icha roared as he advanced on the floor covered in ghostly touches. I simply don't know why this method is used. With just one slight change, he went from lying motionless in the fireplace to having to go.
This has absolutely nothing to do with what they call akinesia.
Isaac moved to the door. He touched the door frame and quickly retracted his hand. Most of the order net that spread throughout the room was now hanging on his body, which made him itchy. There are sealing runes on the door frame - of course, my eyes were blinded and I didn't see it, a small mistake. He rested for a while (hopefully it hadn't been three days or something) to gather enough strength to ignite those order networks. The injuries were not re-aggravated - there was little room for them to be aggravated.
If only he could think of that easy way now. please. No. Fuck it. Go to hell.
Yicha crashed into the center of the rune.
The runes glowed excitedly. The runes of ultimate order. It must be harder than the skull of Vegamon. But he wasn't worried at all that he would faint.
He doesn't need this kind of rest.
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It doesn't hurt anymore.
Um. It doesn't hurt at all. "No pain" is a magical feeling. When it appears mixed with other feelings, it will disappear and the brain will not notice it at all. It was obvious that he had no other feelings.
marvelous. Especially when you find yourself face down in a completely unfamiliar place. He moved his fingers - there was a grainy texture in his hands, and sat up.
The wind hit his face like a knife. Boundless, vast snowfield. The airflow mixed with fine ice crystals seemed to have discovered a hunter of living creatures, and quickly surrounded it, taking away the temperature.
Only then did Yi Cha feel cold. He stood up and followed the only path. Haven't considered flying.
You can't fly here. He's been here.
If he had ever been here, the only way would have been to a tall, dilapidated temple. He followed the exposed black tracks in the snow, and before long he came into sight of the temple's weathered columns.
There will be a back figure in the deepest part of the temple. Even if you look up, you cannot see the back of his head. The back figure was half in the light and half in the shadow. It was as solid as a rock and integrated with the temple, as if it had been dead for a long time.
Everything turned out exactly as he imagined. Of course, it could all be an illusion. He hit the rune, fainted, and entered another damn dream. He didn't want to encounter this kind of thing at this time.
"Ruimugang'e." Yicha called to the figure from behind. The wind blew harder. Ruimugange. The ground zero of the world. Origin of collapse. Always here, without saying a word——
"Izaint Sinkardstu."
oh. fart. All the floating snow shook. "Or, the shepherd of the world?" Ruimugang'e laughed - it was a whimpering noise, but I don't know why it could be understood as a laugh. "You might think this is an illusion——"
"No." Yi Cha said simply. The burning and itching returned. Brand new. "I don't know how I got here, but it's definitely not a hallucination."
"you do not know--"
"Actually, I know." Yi Cha frowned and said quickly. Give him another hundred chances, and he will never interrupt this ancient being's words. He has too much information to tell him instead of bragging about what he thinks and thinks.
But now is now. "I should have discovered it earlier. The disease of Silence. As obvious as a medal on a hat. The embodiment of stillness and cessation. The wither, the aggregation of natural death and silent farewell. What can cause the plague of Silence, and Who could it be?"
Who else could it be? It could also be a lot of guys, a lot of feet stepping on the body, a lot of secretly manipulating hands, a lot of poisonous bubbles spitting out of the lips. According to the calculation results, there are about thirty possibilities that fit within the current estimated range.
One-thirtieth. One Metz would analyze it this way. But he must be right, as solid as the existence of Ruimu Gange in front of him.
"You caused this plague in me and summoned me to the zero point of the world. And you still spoke so many words. Why? I want to help you with something?"
The cold wind carried away his voice.
"That's not a plague."
Ruimu Gange chuckled. "Cold means stillness. Without such a sign, you would not be able to stand in front of me unscathed."
"I'm not unscathed and I'm not standing in front of you."
"You are here. And compared to what you will experience next, you will sigh that you are complete in this moment."
"I don't fight for you."
Icha frowned. "And I don't want to lose any body parts right now. I only do it when I feel it's necessary -"
He remembered something, stepped forward and kicked Ruimugang'e hard on the shin. The bodies that had returned to zero and gathered together made an empty crisp sound. Ruimugange made no resistance and remained silent.
Yi Cha gathered all his strength and kicked him again.
Then dozens more kicks, until he thought he had to stop.
"Send me to the Vientiane Forest." He took a deep breath and sat on one side of the snow. "The easy way out of that stupid treatment is through you."
"What gave you the illusion that you can command me?"
