The feeling of powerlessness spreads from the neck to every nerve ending in the brain, and the blood in every blood vessel is going there.
Chen Yi pressed his neck desperately and saw blood spilling from the corner of Oude's mouth. The silver needle he inserted into his neck blocked the wound, and only a little blood flowed out.
As for his own neck, which was pierced, blood spurted out without any hindrance.
The clown's face, painted with oil paint, leaned over with a smile, and his ghost lingered.
Chen Yi's vision began to blur. The pain caused by blood loss was by no means the most painful, but the numbness and loss of strength that it gradually brought were the most desperate.
Life, a term that should be abstract and general, was so intuitive at this moment. As time passed by, Chen Yi barely pressed the wound, and even the touch of blood hitting his fingertips began to feel unreal.
How long can you live?
One minute? Two minutes?
Chen Yi reluctantly raised his head, and the intuition in his mind told him that he would not survive for five minutes at most.
The god of Resurrection Town...can only live for five minutes?
No... I am not a god... I am the dirty soul in the mouth of the priest Isa that night, the false god in the mouth of the person who turned around at the end of the history corridor, and this chant that comes from nowhere. The entertainer, the thief he calls...
Oude approached step by step. He took out another needle and thread from his pocket. It was not pointed at himself, and there was no need to point it at himself. He raised his ridiculous clown face and pointed the needle at Chen Yi's head.
Damn, damn.
Under the will to survive, Chen Yi subconsciously touched around, ink bottles, quills, books... Chen Yi tried to lift it up, but found that the strength of his fingers was lost along with the blood, and there was a feeling of suffocation in the throat, and everything he saw was blurry and dizzy. .
As his chest and lungs tightened, Chen Yi's consciousness gradually blurred, and he had to work hard to bring himself back to reality. He tried to rummage, feebly, for something that could at least delay the minstrel.
A box... A faint touch told Chen Yi that it was made of wood.
wooden box...
Using his last bit of strength, Chen Yi violently threw it away from Oude.
At an extremely close distance, Oude had no room to dodge, and the wooden box hit Oude's head. Chen Yi immediately felt the slight pain of his head being hit by a hard object. Due to the blood loss, even the pain was not real.
"Na...Wusuo." After just speaking a few syllables, the air in the lungs was lost rapidly, the chest sank, and the blood spurted more violently, "You will not be affected by it."
The inherently inferior spiritual vision eye was so weak that it was only effective for half a second.
As soon as he finished speaking, the crystal crimson twin jellyfish suddenly jumped out, with dozens of eyes, one of which flashed golden light. It flapped its tentacles, and its round umbrella head hit Oude's thigh.
Half a second is enough.
The bard's pupils widened instantly, and together with the spiritual vision eyes on his cheeks, the dark pupils trembled with fear.
Oude would not forget such a familiar scent.
"Why...can you contact him?! My master's...madman!" Oded's next words were stuck in his throat, and everything in his eyes quickly became distorted.
His consciousness was pulled into the ancient holy city filled with pale showers.
Chen Yi leaned weakly against the wall and fell to the ground, unable to raise any strength. The feeling of suffocation and dizziness intensified layer by layer. He could even imagine that his lungs were shrinking and shrinking.
He didn't know when Oude's consciousness returned to his body. The twin jellyfish only touched Oude, rather than directly interfering with the psychic ritual like he did at that time.
Raising his head, Chen Yi tried his best to open his eyes and stared directly at the silent night sky.
Moon phases.
Moon phases.
ten...
Nine...
Chen Yi tried his best to maintain consciousness by counting down, and his vision gradually disappeared. He clearly had his eyes open, but nothing could enter his mind except darkness. The cold wind whistled outside the window. Chen Yi could only hear the slight sound of the window, but he didn't know the window sash. He kept hitting the wall, seeming to knock himself completely apart.
eight...
seven...
six...
Chen Yi lost consciousness for a moment and almost fell into a coma completely. The blood stained the hemp tunica red, and the hem of his clothes was dripping with blood.
five...
Four...
Oded slowly woke up, and the spiritual eyes he opened were filled with endless anger.
"Damn thief!"
Chen Yi didn't hear clearly. He only knew that his hand covering the wound dropped weakly, and the blood spurted out without any hindrance and flowed vigorously.
three...
Oude picked up the long needle on the ground, stepped over the jellyfish, and pointed the long needle at Chen Yi's forehead.
two...
one...
The sound of rain is still heard first.
The bronze door stands in front of you.
At that moment, Chen Yi suddenly felt separated from his body, feeling a feeling beyond his soul.
Mottled patina and peeling gold leaf. The appearance of the bronze door was accompanied by unbearable pain. However, this time, Chen Yi felt so comfortable and lucky.
The scenery keeps changing. The sacred tree that has been dead for thousands of years, the gods, angels, elves, and everything else surrounding the coffin of the doomed person are so sad that they shed tears... The desolate epic has changed countless times on the bronze door, and the impression is The myths and legends here are so rich.
Crazy murmurs exploded in his ears, and Chen Yi once again felt the fear he had felt so many times, spreading throughout his body. The kind of fear that transcended death, and even trembling was not allowed.
A long time, a long time...
Thousands of tall pillars supporting the heaven and earth fall in front of you.
The three bell towers stand quietly.
A bronze door supported by an invisible tower.
Chen Yi sat on the throne.
It is obviously impossible to capture, but the trajectory of the golden cutting line is clear and real, without any illusion or ethereal feeling.
Chen Yi raised his fingertips and pressed on Resurrection Town.
The distance between Oude's needle tip and his own body was only less than one centimeter.
In the Kingdom of God, Chen Yi relaxed for a moment and breathed greedily, as if he wanted to suck back all the lost air.
Glancing at the few lights left in the bell tower, the two bell towers together only had one layer of lights.
Mainly the Bell Tower of Tribulation.
Pulling into Resurrection Town, Chen Yi touched his fingertips to himself.
The lights in the bell tower quickly went out, and Chen Yi saw the blood flowing out slowly flowing backwards. Tunica's body was covered in blood, and the blood floated like dewdrops back to the wound.
Afterwards, the wound on the neck slowly healed.
Then, Chen Yi shifted his gaze to the minstrel.
"He used ancient words on me and his spiritual eyes must be closed."
Chen Yi said to himself, and a glimmer of light fell.
The pupils of the spiritual vision eye on Oude's cheek trembled and closed irresistibly.
I glanced at the lights of the bell tower and saw that there were not many left.
Chen Yi frowned, unable to support himself in taking Oude's life.
Suddenly, he thought of something.
By the way, "fraud"
What will happen if you chant "Nawusuo" above the Kingdom of God?
Chen Yi drew closer to the scene in Resurrection Town and stared directly at Oude's face covered in oil paint.
"Nawu Suo." After a pause, Chen Yi continued, "I am your Lord, your only Lord. I order you to stop."
Afterwards, Chen Yi carefully put Resurrection Town back on track.
Oude's fingertips stopped, and his pupils shrank suddenly.
Chen Yi looked at him. The minstrel was shaking uncontrollably, tears of excitement flowed from the corners of his eyes, and his whole shoulder was twitching.
I vaguely realized that above the sea of thousands of clouds, my power of ancient words seemed to be magnified several times. At the same time, he saw that the remaining pale golden flames of the illusory bell tower were a little thinner.
"My supremely beloved Lord of Suffering, you have cast your loving gaze on a humble person like me again." Ode murmured with a trembling voice, "You... took back your authority on your own. This is useless. Go to Weili."
In his brown eyes, he saw the image of a god in dark robes, casting a tall shadow. Every word and every move he made was majestic and majestic. He could not see his face, but he could feel the compassionate suffering and forgiveness. He is the mother of "suffering" and his Lord, the mercy of all things in the world, for which he wept bitterly.
"Lord of Suffering, I am willing to dedicate everything to you. Please give me guidance again." Oded knelt down on his knees with a pious and fanatical attitude.
"I order you to die." He heard Him say lightly.
“Follow Your Supreme Guidance.”
Then, Chen Yi's pupils narrowed slightly.
The tearful minstrel hurriedly picked up two long needles. With his trembling hands, not out of fear but excitement, he aimed them at his temples without hesitation, ripping open the flesh.
His eyes slowly turned white, and his body fell weakly.
There is no breath anymore.
Because for him,
God leaves no room for doubt.
