Chapter 228 Meeting and Farewell

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This island seems to be particularly blessed by the moonlight.

The black mausoleum, the blurry mountain peaks, everything is covered with blood.

In the distant woods, the moonlight shone unevenly through the gaps between the leaves, reflecting red eyes on the ground.

"First capture his daughter to affect his mental state, help the corruption of the fallen mother goddess, and prevent the fallen mother goddess from finding out that I want Russell to die completely."

According to Russell's diary, you can find strange primitive islands by heading all the way to the western sea. According to Russell's ambitious speech later, "The emperor's subjects should not only be human beings, these extraordinary creatures can also become my subjects." !" It is speculated that Russell is most likely to have a hidden mausoleum built by extraordinary animals, that is, the undiscovered ninth mausoleum.

From a human perspective, making extraordinary creatures his subjects is indeed quite a genius.

If there had been no interference from outside forces, if he had not seen the moon before, Russell would have been able to successfully resurrect and continue to run the riddled Intis Empire, which was almost entirely maintained by Russell's personal charm. Go down.

"Russell has been struggling for so long, and he can basically declare defeat. Anyway, he still has Mr. Men in his hands, wouldn't you mind if I take action on this failed product?"

The calculations in Edward's mind were rattling. Just now, Agaritu tried to grab a handful of Klein while the True Creator was not paying attention, but unfortunately he was stopped by Bernadette. And the sudden rebound of a small figure he left in his hand should be a manifestation of "bad luck". According to this kind of "bad luck", when Klein and the others leave the Sea of ​​Gods of War, there will most likely be various other obstacles that will lead to failure.

In this case, let's just get rid of Bernadette first and see what happens next.

He put away the score and pointed toward the tomb in the distance.

"Russell is inside."

"Go in and see, Bernadette, the person you have been looking for."

"He's waiting for you too."

Bernadette didn't speak. She quietly observed the huge mausoleum. Not a single weed grew on its surface, nor was it covered with the vines that were common in other parts of the mountain.

This allowed Bernadette to directly see the various words and symbols engraved on the mausoleum through the "Eye of Secrets", and see the heavy stone door nearly thirty meters high that seemed to be prepared for giants.

Bernadette was no stranger to those words and symbols. After a brief identification, she recognized that they either came from the "Civil Code" formulated and promulgated by her father, or belonged to the new social trend he created, or were directly related to some Design drawings of the invention.

"I've always had a question I wanted to ask Him."

Bernadette spoke softly. She saw this mausoleum and seemed to see her upcoming fate: "But I don't think you will let me live to see Him."

"No, of course not. I hope that you and your daughter will be reunited for a long time." Edward said, "You can meet him."

"Then I'll die?"

"That's right." The devil readily admitted, "You won't be alone for long. Soon I will send your father to accompany you."

Bernadette breathed out gently. Death was imminent. She had calmed down and said:

"I have one last question."

Edward stood up, smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, stood on the side of the piano, and said with a smile: "Why didn't you ask earlier? It's not a smart choice to improvise. Of course, if you were smarter, you wouldn't become a pirate."

"Yeah - but it's hard to say. If you do too well as the princess, your controlling father will probably have a hard time." Edward shook his head regretfully, speaking in a familiar manner to Bernadella. He said casually, "You are such a perfect daughter, everything is in line with your father's ideas."

Bernadette was not affected by these words. When she was born and grew up, the Gustavus family was still an upper-middle-class aristocracy and had no education from the emperor or rulers. However, because the family believed in the God of Steam and Machinery, this The holy book of a god promoting gender equality also gave Bernadette the right to inherit.

This right of inheritance has always existed, even when they become princes and princesses.

Russell was already a saint when he became the consul, and became an angel in his later years. Although everything Russell did after becoming emperor was nothing more than covering up the country's internal conflicts with external expansion, which was not very good, but after going Xiao would be foolish to think about the position of an immortal emperor who is almost a true god. Unable to accept those excessive decrees and colonial wars, she fled to the sea, which was the best she could think of.

"my question is……"

Bernadette squatted down and used her fingers to outline traces on the land, horizontally and vertically... There were many continuous strokes and inverted strokes, as well as overly straight horizontal lines. These traces finally formed two or three symbols. .

She stood up and asked:

"What do these two Luo... Chinese mean?"

Edward looked down and then said with deep feeling:

"This is 'hometown'."

"Home?" When Bernadette heard this Intis word, she felt somewhat clear, but also had more doubts.

Edward thought for a few seconds and gave an accurate answer.

"That's not entirely true. I can find the most accurate translation. There is no closer meaning to this word in the Intis context, and neither does Loen, but there is a similar word in the Feysac language."

He read slowly in ancient Fusac language: "The place where the bloodline comes from."

Bernadette, who had read all kinds of knowledge, quickly found this word from her memory. This word is indeed a vocabulary unique to Fusac, because only people in Fusac always miss the distance inexplicably, like a sad poet. , missing a place that did not exist at all in history, missing the origin of the giant family in myths and legends, the true form of the "Twilight Palace", and the distant "Giant King's Court".

The legendary homeland of giants appears in their dreams, their imaginations, the poems of bards and ancient records. Even the Fusac people who were born abroad and have never been exposed to similar cultures will occasionally Go to the imaginary distant hometown.

This is a phenomenon that cannot be explained by theory and research, and can only be explained by extraordinary abilities.

Hence the term was born:

"The place where blood comes from."

Bernadette frowned slightly and fell into thinking: The root of the name Russell does come from the giant language...

"Does this mean...Roselle also has the blood of Feysac? He also often dreams about the hometown of the giants, so he feels nostalgic?"

"Oh, nobles from all countries are related by marriage, and the ancestors of the Gustav family have also been married. If there is, then it is true. But it is not for this reason."

Edward explained patiently:

"You can ask Him these words yourself, or you can ask me... Your father comes from an ancient era. 'Ancient' nowadays often means powerful and mysterious, but not always..."

"Your father's soul comes from the past, from an era that has long been destroyed. He was born, grew up, and then fell asleep there, spanning four eras, and came to the present world as we know it."

"Therefore, he misses that place. His real relatives and friends have been buried in the unknown distant history. He is eager to go back. He can never go back, and he is unwilling to establish deep feelings with the current world, so he has always been It will show a sense of fragmentation.”

“Home, homeland, where family lives, source, those things combined together are what that word means.”

He finished these words with an academic precision, and then looked at Bernadette, waiting for her answer.

Bernadette stood up straight again, with more complex emotions in her blue eyes. After a moment, she asked:

"Why did He choose these two words to make a talisman for me?"

"This kind of writing has no extraordinary power, nor can it inspire spirituality. It is just a simple symbolic writing."

"You have a bit too many questions, Bernadette." Edward said, "But I am willing to answer this question."

"The real talisman is not these two words, but the person who can understand these two words."

Bernadette looked at Edward suspiciously.

"I am not the person He wants." Edward spread his hands, "He has long guessed that there are more guests from past eras hidden in this world, so I teach you these two words so that you can listen to them in the future. Those who understand these two words and identify with them are your true talismans.”

Bernadette fell silent.

She thought of the "Fool" who could interpret Rosselvan.

"What kind of place does the bloodline originate from?" she asked herself, "that two words can have such a powerful effect."

Edward did not answer, because although he could understand, he could not empathize.

The next second, Bernadette raised her right hand.

Her skin suddenly became as white as snow, her lips became as red as blood, and her hair became as black as ebony. There was an illusory, ancient mirror in her hand.

This is the "Snow White" in fairy tale magic, and Bernadette uses it to improve the success rate and accuracy of her "prophecies".

Silently, she "saw" a scene:

The majestic and majestic dark mausoleum swayed obviously, and the heavy and tall stone door opened.

Then, a huge black arm stretched out of the stone door.

The size of this arm is close to the trees on the island. Judging from the color and state, it is more like a part of the shadow. However, it is not a thin layer, but is filled with flesh and blood, which looks extremely weird.

It supported the ground with its elbows and moved forward with difficulty, as if it wanted to pull out the larger and more terrifying parts that followed.

Boom!

The whole island began to shake.

boom!

The pair of "secret-peeping eyes" that tended to be transparent suddenly shattered.

Bernadette's eyes closed immediately, as if she saw a bright light that she couldn't look directly at, or suffered an unbearable injury.

There was obvious blood flowing from the corners of her eyes, and her face became quite pale.

On her body, a pair of illusory and holy wings spread out, neutralizing some invisible pollution with the falling of white feathers.

Edward watched all this quietly, and then he turned his head and looked at the door of the mausoleum:

"It's time for you to go, Bernadette. You have come in front of me, and the journey from life to death has been completed. It's time to embrace your ending."

This sentence carried an irresistible magic power. Bernadette finally turned back and glanced at the woods behind her. Her sight seemed to penetrate the ocean and forest and reach somewhere far away.

She closed her eyes, and her childhood home came to mind. There was a swing made by her father in her small courtyard, and the walls were covered with ivy and morning glories every spring. She recalled the streets of Trier, and recalled She thought of those vibrant people, the sea, and the "elementary dawn" that had lost its shelter after her death. Sadness and pain spread uncontrollably in her heart.

"No matter what Father thinks..."

"Intis, the place where he and his mother are is my 'hometown'."

She turned her head and walked step by step towards the main entrance of the mausoleum.

"Mother?"

Behind her, Edward looked strange, shook his head slowly, and sighed:

"Under the moonlight here... you can't use such words."

Bernadette didn't hear these words. The black road under her feet had come to an end, but she felt her body become relaxed, and joy and joy suddenly appeared in her heart, as if she had returned to a carefree world. As a girl, walking on the streets of Trier.

She felt the call from the mausoleum, like her mother's whisper.

The heavy door of the mausoleum appeared in front of her. At this moment, a voice appeared in Bernadette's ear. She seemed to hear a voice coming from behind the door, as if Queen Matilda was calling her.

The moonlight shifted and shone on the door of the mausoleum, filling every carving on the door.

Bernadette stepped on the moonlight and suddenly disappeared from the outside world and walked into the dark and dark mausoleum.

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There is no need to use the ability of "peeping into secrets", everything here is clearly presented before her eyes:

The interior of the "Black Emperor" mausoleum is filled with twisted and chaotic spiritual power, and is filled with red moonlight that comes from nowhere. On the high platform in the center, there is a chair prepared for a giant. The whole thing looks like Made of iron, the surface is engraved with complex and twisted strange patterns, and the top of the backrest extends upward in the shape of a crown.

The walls seem to be engraved with many twisted and weird words, and the throne is entangled with countless withered dark green vines. They crawl all over the inner walls and floors of the mausoleum, making this place full of decline and vicissitudes after being isolated from the world for thousands of years. breath.

At this time, there was a dark shadow on this heavy and huge seat, motionless, as if it had fallen into a deep sleep.

Just as Bernadette was about to take a tentative step towards the high platform, she suddenly found that her body was completely unable to move, as if she was tightly bound in place by invisible shackles.

As soon as the thought flashed, Bernadette felt her right eye begin to itch.

The eyelashes of that eye grew rapidly and turned into tiny arms that reached her face, trying hard to pull out the eyeball.

"I saw it! I saw it!" The veins in Bernadette's right eye were prominent, and she made a childish and brisk voice on her own, as if she had gained her own wisdom and consciousness.

This is also a "new life".

Almost at the same time, Bernadette's left ear suddenly drooped down, covering the ear canal.

"I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear it!" This ear shouted in a slightly sharp voice.

If she didn't use spiritual perception, Bernadette would definitely think that there was a little girl beside her, covering her ears and stamping her feet while screaming.

But all this happened, and Bernadette had no idea of ​​stopping it. Under the crimson moonlight, these mutated body parts made her feel a strange affinity, as if they were brothers and sisters of the same mother.

Bernadette approached the high platform step by step. Her body quickly twisted and mutated, but she seemed not to feel it. She still opened her mouth slightly and read out a Chinese word with a straight accent:

"home……"

The motionless black figure suddenly reacted. It slowly raised its upper body and looked at Bernadette.

A dry, hoarse voice immediately echoed in the hidden space:

"home……"

This voice was a little hesitant, a little confused, and a little seeking confirmation, as if it came from another world.

The black shadow struggled, and red cracks suddenly opened on his body, as if many bright red eyes sprouted in an instant. The black shadow struggled violently, but was tightly bound to the seat by the dead branches that penetrated the body, unable to move even half a minute.

"Leave!" Black Shadow finally realized what was about to happen, "Leave here!!"

Bernadette didn't answer, her lips licked a few times, and finally she showed a sad smile.

Then, her body slowly melted, and her facial features left her face and took on a life of their own, moving up and down her body. Her limbs and every organ made sounds that did not belong to Bernadette. They came to life, and the dead mausoleum was filled with the lively laughter of children.

They scramble to break away from their mother bodies and leave with their flesh and blood and spiritual glory. If they accidentally knock down the dead vines on the ground, they will instantly lose their spirituality and turn into ashes.

"Bastard!!!" Russell's eyes were splitting.

The piece of flesh that was originally Bernadette fell to the ground, slowly losing its vitality. Her spirit body returned to her mother, waiting for her father, and the organs and body that once belonged to Bernadette became new children, surrounding Russell's throne, with crisp childlike sounds that were similar or completely different from Bernadette's. The sound calls to Him.

The twisted storm raged, and these horrific creatures were torn to pieces, and silence returned to the tomb.

Bits and pieces of spiritual brilliance separated from their bodies and gathered together to become extraordinary characteristics like a transparent eye.

The next second, more gaps opened on the black figure. From the head all the way down, blood-red flowers bloomed on different parts of the body.

This made Russell feel like there was only a layer of shadow left, which was wrapped in a blood-red thing that exuded pure brilliance.

The roar full of pain and despair echoed inside the mausoleum, but it could not shake the moonlight and branches.

Edward listened to the sound, looked up at the grand moonlight, and sighed.

"The Fallen Mother Goddess is not even willing to give me extraordinary characteristics. It seems that in order to mysteriously reappear, I have to grab the element Dawn myself."

TBC

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First of all, me writing a story like this does not mean that I am a sociopathic criminal in the real world.

Secondly, this is a novel, you don’t have to read it if you don’t like it.

Later, if you can't accept it, you can read the original work or other fans. Not only is Bernadette alive and well, she has become an angel.

Finally, if you want me not to write, give me 10 million.

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