Part 4 The Undead Chapter 184 The Unstoppable Approach
When he saw the feathered serpent coiled in the depths of the black mist, when he saw the face at the top of the other party’s mountainous body, Azuk was first stunned, and then his forehead was jerked as if someone had driven a wedge into his temples so hard that it had split his head in two.
Out of this intense pain, a disjointed image jumped out of his mind with a bang:
The face of the feathered serpent that looked exactly like him, right down to the subtle features;
A silent earth, countless pale dead bodies;
Clouds of skulls of different races floating in the air;
Dark, knobby tentacles burrowing out of the ground, with a single dead fish-like eye at the tip of the tentacle;
Transparent spirit bodies from which he had been forcibly pulled out of his body.
After these flickering images, a pair of eyes with pale flames about to be extinguished looked over, and a white feather tinted with pale yellow oil drifted down, cutting Aztec’s transparent spirit body into two parts.
One part flew up and entered the “Cloud of Skulls”, while the remaining part merged with a golden jewelry that jumped out of the air, and returned to flesh and blood in the burning of the pale flames.
The scene was like the hammer of the god of thunder, hitting Aztec’s mind one after another, making it difficult for him to endure the pain any longer, so he raised his hands to cover his head, his knees gradually weakened, and he collapsed and fell to his knees on the ladder.
He finally recalled everything and understood the reason why he kept dying and coming back to life, always losing his memories and finding them again and again:
His soul was not complete!
In the same way, Azk understood why the feathered serpent in the depths of the black mist that oppressed the entire space had a face exactly like his:
It was him!
That was the other Aztec Aegis!
And it all started with a hidden attempt before the fall of the Grim Reaper.
At that moment, the mad and powerful Reaper, foreseeing his own end and unwilling to die like that, quietly split the soul of his child, the “Consul of Death” of the Byronic Empire. He quietly split the soul of his child, the “Consul of Death” of the Bailang Empire, took half of it, and sewed it together with Aztec’s spirit using a certain item as a substitute.
I don’t know whether it was due to the deliberate arrangement of the God of Death or the unintentional influence of the Spirit Order’s Artificial God of Death program, but the half of Aztec’s soul that was taken away and the goal of the Artificial God of Death – the “uniqueness” of the original pathway – merged together, so that the latter gained a certain degree of instincts, and started to The latter gained a certain instinct and began to actively influence the failed “corpse collector” pathway high ranking powerhouses.
The other half, although there is a substitute, no longer mutilated, but due to the incompleteness of the soul, can only die again and again and then resurrected, just like the sequence 4 “the undead”, and by the body of the “gold jewelry” influence, by the other half of the soul of the cry, every time to start a new life of Aztecs. Each time Aztec starts a new life, he gradually recovers his past memories over time.
In the past, Azk tried to figure out the reason, but due to the fact that most of the memories recovered naturally, it was already too close to another death to do any exploration, and the Spirit Order’s plan to create artificial gods of death was only put forward a few hundred years ago, and only not long ago did the initial results come to fruition, so the answer could never be found.
Ho, ho, ho!
Azuk’s hands had left his head at some point and were braced on the steps below, an un-human sound ensuing from his throat.
A drop of sweat slid off his forehead and hit the stone floor in front of him, soaking away a layer of pale yellow oil and spawning a fine white fuzz.
At this moment, he felt the other half of the soul’s cry and longing, the two scattered for more than a thousand years of “self” can not wait to merge into one, back to integrity.
”No ……” Aztec whispered painfully, did not want to raise his head, stretch out his right hand.
He just saw very clearly, disguised as a feathered serpent “himself” does not have the slightest bit of sanity, filled with intense to the extreme coldness and madness, if he and the other party to reunite, I am afraid that it will immediately revert back to the state of the original “consul of death”, or even become a pseudo-death god with only divine nature and no humanity left. If he were to reunite with the other party, I am afraid that he would immediately return to his original state as the “Death Consul”, or even become a pseudo-death god with only divinity and no humanity!
Then he will forget everything, forget all the people he once cherished.
”No……” Aztec’s throat once again burst out a word, his neck raised a little bit uncontrollably, and a piece of dark and cold scales emerged from it.
Where his forehead was, it suddenly bulged out on its own as if it had come to life, cracking from it and growing a bloody gash.
A flash of golden light then arose from nothingness and took shape in the flesh and blood.
It was an ancient trinket crafted like gold, shaped like an elongated bird, surrounded by feathers made of pale flames, and within its bronze eyes, rays of light cascaded, each forming a mysterious and illusory door.
As soon as it appeared, Azuk gave a low roar of pain and raised his head completely, and within those vicissitudes of the eyes, two pale flames flared up.
Deep in the black mist that both illusory and real feathered serpent straightened up its body and poked out its head, the two identical but differently sized faces stared at each other silently, and there was a silence.
In the midst of four pale flames jumping, Aztec, who had his hands propped up on the ground with a twisted expression and struggled a little bit, slowly walked towards the feathered serpent known as the artificial god of death.
As he approached, the entire mausoleum began to tremble, and the surrounding area became transparent, reflecting a world with countless skeletons and ghostly shadows.
A bloody arm, a green and black vine with a baby’s face, and a slippery tentacle topped with dead fish eyes or two rows of fangs penetrated the boundary between the real and the unreal and probed into the mausoleum, but then stuck to the ground, not daring to move.
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East Byron, the city of Gulain.
Daley Simone, who was rushing to the location of her next target, suddenly stopped in her tracks and raised her hand to hold the side of her head.
”What’s wrong?” Solstice, the leader of the “Red Gloves” squad, asked suspiciously.
Daley replied with a slight frown and a touch of dreaminess:
”I heard strange voices and felt a call from nowhere …… I even wanted to fall to my knees ……”
”Do you hear it?” Solstice cautiously inquired of the rest of the team.
Leonard Mitchell just had a shake of his head when he heard the slightly older voice inside his head say:
”Look in the direction of the Berserk Sea.”
Leonard subconsciously turned his body and looked towards the harbor location, looking towards the Berserk Sea in the distance, only to see a pure deep blackness there, with no gusty winds, huge waves, dark clouds, lightning, torrential rains, or sunlight.
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Although Klein’s eyes were closed, the inspired man was still able to detect the movement around him, hear the pained whispers and hisses coming from what was suspected to be Mr. Aztec, and feel the sense of silence and death that was like substance.
What happened? Although the “Artificial Death” in the depths of the mausoleum didn’t attack Mr. Aztec, it had a bad influence on him? Klein’s mind was flashing, his heart was anxious and panicked.
His spiritual intuition told him that what was going to happen next was not something he would like to see!
Yet, he couldn’t think of anything he could do; he didn’t even dare to open his eyes and look at Mr. Aztec’s current state and what had happened to him.
This was not a problem that could be solved with courage alone, this was the gap between the levels of the realms, an unbridgeable gap.
For a split second, Klein had another strong sense of powerlessness, but he didn’t give up, desperately recalling what things he had on him that he could utilize:
”Creeping hunger? No, that’s not even in the same class, it won’t do anything ……
”Deathstroke? Even less so ……
”Grocer’s Travels? I don’t have …… ‘Black Emperor’ card, ‘Tyrant’ card, neither ……
”Runes of the Luck Stealer …… Yes, Runes of the Luck Stealer!”
Klein’s heart rejoiced and already had an idea:
That is to use the “Luck Stealer” spell to briefly swap his fate with Mr. Aztec’s, to bear the effects of the “Artificial God of Death” in his place!
At least, I still have the possibility to come back to life, while Mr. Aztec’s previous deaths were not considered as victimization, who knows if he can be awakened again under such circumstances! Kraven didn’t think about whether or not the “Luck Stealer” spell could have an effect on Aztec and the Artificial Death, but just thought that no matter what, he had to give it a try. He raised his right hand and dug into the pocket of his coat.
Then he hesitated.
His arm lifted upward for a moment and fell back to its original position.
His entire body froze briefly, as if he had turned into a statue carved out of stone.
Klein’s lips opened and closed a few times, his expression twisting in a not-so-subtle manner, and then he violently flung his right arm, pulling his palm out of his coat pocket.
In the center of that palm, a black crystal card-like sigil was held tightly.
Meanwhile, Azuk was getting closer and closer to the mountainous, illusory feathered serpent, and his pace grew faster and faster, as if he were returning to his throne.
However, his eyes under the pale flames were filled with pain, his expression twisted to the extreme.
”No ……” Aztec whispered once again, and a white feather stained with pale yellow oil grew out between the gaps of the pitch black scales on the exposed surface of his body.
The cry and longing was so strong that he couldn’t control himself at all and was about to rise up in the air and leap towards the huge feathered serpent that bore his face.
The bird-shaped trinket at the position of his forehead, pale flames spread violently and flowed elsewhere on his body.
Klein’s psychic instincts warned him frantically, and he hastily recited an ancient Hermetic word:
”Fate!”
He was just about to use the charm when his surroundings suddenly fell silent, and there was no more sound.
A slender, white female palm appeared out of nowhere and pressed on top of the bird-shaped gold jewelry on Azk’s forehead.
A figure then outlined itself between Azik and the mountainous, illusory feathered serpent, interrupting the two from leaning in.
With the help of an external force, Azuk finally resisted the desire to merge into one and the cry that could not be denied, and the pale flames in his eyes “reflected” the figure floating in mid-air.
It was a beautiful lady, dressed in classical robes, wearing a black hood, with little expression on her face, and dark eyes that lacked spirituality.