"What are you talking about-"
"The making of idols." Isaac said softly, "Among the puppeteers, the rules for making dark puppets are: the body, and the soul that controls the body, and finally the puppeteer controls the soul of the puppet, and now this Several elements are already complete - the body of stone, the soul of God, and the will of the puppeteer. In other words, Falcon has now controlled God with the help of some unknown power. There is no way to control God so easily now. Problem solved——"
Nolan Lusi glanced here, but she did not speak. Instead, she silently used black magic power, and a strong wind rose from the ground. Seeing that the dark curtain effect was about to form due to the overflow of the Demon King's power, I swallowed, walked over and held her shoulders from behind.
"Now...it's not time yet." I said softly.
If you use up your only chance right here, you will be in trouble later.
Nolan Le's flying hair suddenly lost its power and spread on her back again.
I turned my head to look at Isaac and asked, "Since you said that, you must have something to do, right?"
"Yes, there is, but it will be more troublesome in comparison, and whether it will succeed or not is unclear." Isaac's expression became serious, "Since they are all puppeteers, then we have to use puppeteers' methods. The most important thing about coming to fight is that he is already a god, and only the power of a god can rival that of a god, so he must have something equivalent to fight with."
As the words fell, a huge rumble suddenly came from the ground. From the balcony where we came out just now, a tall puppet shattered the ceiling and came to us with incredible quick steps.
"Do you really want to do that?" Ortiz asked helplessly, "It took a lot of effort to collect these ear soul crystals. If you use them in a place like this -"
"But we can't just ignore it." Isaac sighed slightly, "And we're already prepared for the worst, aren't we?"
Ortiz stared at Isaac's face for a while, and then dug her hand into her pocket in anger, as if the pocket was her father-killing enemy. With her movements, A brilliant orange crystal appeared in the palm of her hand.
"Take it, take it! Really, for your stage play, it's not a problem to pay so much now!"
Isaac chuckled lightly and took the divine soul crystal, then put it into the tall doll: "I'm sorry, now this stage play of love and hate, betrayal and trust, and the growth of conspiracy has come. The final chapter!"
His face was filled with great joy, and he seemed to be laughing wildly and angry.
"Whether the magnificent poem of revenge can achieve a perfect ending tonight or whether it will draw a sad curtain, it starts now."
"This is the beginning of the end!" He raised his hands and shouted, completely different from before.
As his words fell, the puppet raised its fist, rushed to Aiya who still had his eyes closed at an extremely fast speed, and swung the knife down without hesitation.
There seemed to be a scene in front of me of Aiya's head being chopped off neatly, mixed with blood and mud, accompanied by tears and pain.
No--
It shouldn't be!
A truly good ending shouldn't be like this.
I - after all, I am still a very greedy person.
Not only does it require a way to break the situation, but it also requires a happy enough ending to impress me.
"This is not a happy ending. The real ending should be a happy ending for the whole family."
But what can be done?
Now it seems that even Nolan Lusi's expression is a little at a loss, and Villier has been stunned, looking like she wants to have sex but dare not. As for Kellas... I never expected her to have any good ideas, I always thought of her as the team mascot.
The tall puppet's knife had already fallen on Aiya's body, but the moment it was about to touch the skin, the red pupils suddenly opened, and the released aura contained endless malice. Aiya had a crazy aura. He pinched the tip of the tall puppet's sword at a speed that could hardly be followed by the naked eye.
"Hey, what do you want to do while I'm fused?" Although he still used Aiya's voice, the voice contained an unpleasant evil aura and pride.
The puppet instantly retreated, but just when Aiya was about to pursue the victory, Nolan Lusi gently held a sword flower and said without looking away: "As long as you don't use that real power, it will be fine, right?" ?”
Although she wasn't facing me, I was sure she was talking to me.
Even though the power released in the ruins was underground, it still attracted the prying eyes of the Inspection Department. In the past few days, the inspection of people entering and exiting has been much stricter. We came to Wells this time to take shelter from the wind. Head, it just happened that with Grace's help, we could successfully get to this place from the Immortal Fortress.
And now——
I believe that Nolan Lusi can definitely defeat Falcon with his true strength, but this place is different from the last ruins.
This is the interior of Wells Volcano, where thousands of blacksmiths live and the businesses surrounding the blacksmiths live. As long as the dark curtain effect is formed, it is almost a safe thing to be discovered. Moreover, this is not the same suburb as last time, so it is very strong. It only takes a few minutes to get here.
In other words, as long as the Demon King's aura is leaked, not only will Aya not be able to be saved, but we will also fall into a quagmire of crisis and be unable to extricate ourselves.
A violent collision occurred in front of my eyes, and the tide generated by magic turned into a substantial wind that blew my robes. However, at this moment, a flash of thought flashed through my mind like thunder.
[Tiny Miracle], triggered.
The original scripture that Nolan Lusi instilled in me came to mind, which contained instructions on how to use amnesia.
But these things are not the point.
The will of the puppeteer controlled the soul of God, so God became a puppet and was controlled——
The focus is on the interaction of will and soul.
And there happens to be a rough record of the soul in the original book of amnesia, which happens to be the cornerstone of amnesia and the method of its complete operation.
Since there is no way to crack it from the outside, we might as well disintegrate it from the inside.
I breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at the battlefield ahead.
It was such a mess that I could hardly keep up with their speed. I could only see the pitch-black sword, Aia's ice-blue body, and the doll's silver-gray fists, blending into strange colors in the field. To this extent I can no longer participate in the battle, but the way to achieve soul connection is...
touch.
Draw the connecting runes with your left hand, draw the triangle representing will with your right hand, and then chant.
If it were Nolan Lusi, he would definitely be able to do it!
So with hope, I shouted: "His weakness is the soul. As long as the alien will of the soul is destroyed, Aiya will be saved——"
"Come and try it!!" Nolan Lusi seemed a little annoyed, "I am distracted from controlling magic power while fighting gods, and I am not allowed to use my real power. Do you think I am omnipotent!! ?”
Ahem, cough, cough, it seems like this is really the case...
The above requirement is that both hands must be used to cast spells. It is really difficult to touch the opponent's body in such a fast-paced battle.
But I still have some methods...
But I don't know if it's useful.
Sword of Lament——
The Sword of Lament has endless possibilities.
I concentrated my mind and looked at the various offenses and defenses on the battlefield that almost dazzled me.
The bulkiest one inside is Isaac's doll, the lightest one is Nolan Lusi's figure, and the one who follows her like a shadow must be Aiya.
Left hand, the rune of connection.
The Sword of Lament is not a fixed sword move.
My mentor told me this -
The Sword of Lament is an ultimate use of power.
At this moment, there is no self, and materialism transforms the world.
Right hand, triangle of will.
"The sorrowful soul welcomes the nectar and the boat of the will."
The next step is to touch the caster's body.
I swallowed.
Nolan Lesi's nimble figure suddenly became solid, and her momentum changed instantly from her wandering strategy. She turned around without hesitation and used her black sword to resist the attack from Aiya. Her face turned pale slightly. A trace of blood leaked from the corner of her mouth, but even so, she still gritted her teeth and pressed forward suddenly, allowing the doll's slow attack to come.
In desperation, Aiya could only turn around and give up chasing Nolan Lesi, and instead faced the attack of the doll.
but--
There has been a break.
At this moment, the rhythm of the battle changed.
Although it is an acceptable change for them, in my eyes it is the best opportunity.
I raised my head and saw Nolan Lusi’s calm eyes.
She was opening her mouth to tell me.
"Fuck me."
The quick-charging magic circle erupted instantly, and countless blast spells were superimposed on my body at the same time. From the very beginning, I already had a huge initial speed, which was about to crush my bones into pieces.
All the bones in his body were groaning.
But it does not matter.
The next kick shattered the ground hard, and in the four eight-beat gaps created by the variation, I jumped up, mentally preparing myself for death, and stretched out my hand.
In front of him was Aya's back.
She was facing a slow but threatening attack from the doll.
She had no time to turn around.
The moment I came into contact with her, my body seemed to be dented and I flew away.
"Sorry..." I coughed up blood, and my consciousness was fading away quickly, but it was not because I was about to die.
"This time, I won - at least half of it."
The consciousness completely entered darkness, but the will woke up from another place.
——Loneliness, darkness.
In such a cold place, my will gradually awakened.
I am a small boat at a loss in the violent sea.
It is impossible to save others, and it is even difficult to save oneself.
As far as the eye could see, there were canoes smaller than mine, rolling precariously on the waves, as if any bigger wave could swallow them up.
I paddled towards that place with all my strength, and the biting seawater easily wetted my clothes.
Can't stop——
"Stop!!!"
From high in the sky, a majestic will is howling.
"stop!!"
Although rough, it is warm light, the only sustenance in this cold, lonely and dark world...
No!
It shouldn't be like this.
I ignored its warning and continued to paddle forward.
"You guy - you should be praising me!!!"
The will pressed down from the sky, and behind the warmth was incomparable madness and the deepest darkness.
"Only praise me!" The sea water condensed into the shape of a human being, with no face visible on it, but a mouth shouting at the top of his lungs, "Only by praising me and relying on me can you find salvation in this world!"
"I really can't think of it..." I chuckled.
"No, maybe I'm just such a careless person."
Aya is a god born in the sea. There are no creatures that can communicate with each other in the dark deep sea. All she can see is the dark and cold deep water. That's why she wants friends and even takes risks to reveal herself as a god.
"I ignored—I ignored Aya's joy."
I ignored the joy that came from meeting someone with whom I could communicate for the first time.
Use it to make fun······
He is not aware of the deep loneliness, so he simply thinks that Aiya is just silly.
As long as you put yourself in someone else's shoes, or put yourself in this environment, you will understand.
The violent and lonely ocean in her soul is her reflection of her own environment. She is at sea, isolated and helpless, and her calls are in vain.
At this time, if there is such a beam of light, then the subconscious reaction must be to try to rely on, follow, and catch it, right?
"I'm... not very good at dealing with girls!"
The huge waves seemed to be intentional or unintentional. The moment the figure fell, the highest wave I had ever seen appeared.
This kind of thing wouldn't happen even in the real world, would it?
That's too late.
wrong!
It’s not over yet! ! !
At the moment when the huge waves were about to swallow up the boat, he jumped over it!
it's too cold--
It was so cold that my breathing seemed to be frozen. I held Aiya's body in my arms and swam desperately.
time is limited······
The will is immersed in the cold, as if the soul is about to be frozen, as if one is truly immersed in the sea and fighting against the waves.
The boat had been capsized by the waves, leaving almost no chance of a comeback.
Now we are the only ones on the sea.
"Do you want light! Do you want warmth? I can do it!!" Falcon's annoying voice rang, and I hugged Aiya's body tightly.
"If you want warmth...I can give it to you." I said softly to Aiya.
I looked at the sky mockingly.
"You idiot!!"
I yelled as my eyes widened to see the sunlight that could blind a person's eyes.
"Do you know her name?!"
Before the coldness completely soaked me, I held Aiya completely in my arms, trying to wake her up with the last warmth.
"Aiya! Since you are the god of the sea, then don't be drowned by the ocean. Now is the home ground where you should launch a Jedi counterattack!!"
