Chapter 244 The Emperor of the Dead Country

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Azik Eggers leaned on the rocks and covered his head.

He breathed painfully and heavily, but the lines on his face were no longer so tight, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised:

"The previous deep sleep reminded me of more things. I saw myself sitting on the throne of skulls, and I saw the extraordinary people and ordinary people who died in front of the throne. They did nothing wrong and died suddenly like that. Then one by one they rose up and turned into pale undead creatures, undead creatures that pledged their allegiance to me.”

"And I just watched coldly, without any emotion, and allowed this disaster to spread to the countryside and to the city.

"This makes me feel less like myself, but I know very well that this may be the real me."

The "Death Consul" of the Balam Empire in the Fourth Age... Klein's mouth moved and then he pursed his lips tightly.

Azik raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and continued in a calm tone:

“I feel like I’m heading back in that direction.”

"but……"

There was deep confusion in his eyes, and it could even be said that he was a little confused: "I seem to have been rejected by Him..."

Klein thought of the daughter Mr. Azik mentioned who liked to beg him for candies, thought about it, and said, "I don't think you are divided in your heart, but you are fighting a crazy spirit.

"After losing the memory of the past, you start a new life again and again. You are kind, enthusiastic, and full of emotions. The closer you are to your current life, the more you can reflect this."

"This may be the real you, the essential you, and during the 'Death Archon' period, you were affected by the out-of-control tendency contained in the extraordinary characteristics, and were affected by the death passed down from a high position. I heard, He went crazy after the 'War of the Four Emperors'."

Klein's words actually didn't have much basis, because he knew only a few episodes of Azik's life - Baron Ramd, the father who made a swing for his daughter, a filial child, and a gentle and friendly history teacher.

His purpose is to provide a guess, a possibility, to help Mr. Azik fight against the "death archon character" that comes back with his memories, and to let him face up to himself in the past period of his life, so as to reach some kind of reconciliation with himself. Become less callous.

Every part of Azik Eggers' life seems to have been wonderful.

The only bad thing is that he is gradually recovering in his memory.

Under such circumstances, it is difficult not to reject your past self!

While he was talking, he suddenly had a new idea. Before Azik could finish digesting what he just said, he quickly asked again:

"Mr. Azik, do you know about anchors? The anchors used by gods and angels to fix themselves and not be dragged down by the out-of-control tendencies and crazy nature of extraordinary characteristics?"

"I know." Azik looked away and nodded.

Klein was not too sure, but said in a rather firm tone: "Perhaps, the new life you have opened up after losing your memory again and again can be your anchor against madness and loss of control!"

Don't throw them away, don't forget them, it's who you are! After finishing speaking, Klein added something silently in his mind.

"Anchor..." Azik repeated the word, looking like he was thinking and confused.

I don’t know how long it took, but he suddenly sighed and said:

"This may be an explanation, which at least makes the division and conflict in my soul less intense."

"This has troubled me for more than a thousand years, troubled me again and again in my life, and I finally got an answer today."

…

In a large colonial city in West Balam.

Edward stared straight ahead, staring directly at the dark sky in the distance, without even taking a sip of the homemade milk tea in his hand.

He blinked, and countless invisible thin lines suddenly spread out in his field of vision. Some of them were black, some were red, and most of them were transparent, symbolizing ordinary people without any abnormal mystical connections.

But at this moment, all the invisible threads were burning with pale flames!

The entire Southern Continent, whether they are alive or dead, whether they believe in the Seven Gods or those who believe in the God of Death and the Mother Tree of Desire, are all affected by the mystical connection of a powerful being at this moment, and their destiny has undergone tremendous changes!

"It turns out it's now...it turns out it's now!"

Edward put the homemade milk tea back on the table with almost excitement, and twisted his fingers tightly together.

"This is the 'world-changing' moment in Shia Eggers' destiny... right now!"

"As long as she chooses to 'inform the artificial death god', Shia Eggers will inevitably make such a decision!"

"Our judgment is correct, and our guidance so far is just for this moment!"

——Just for this moment, I met Shia Eggers and have been working together so far, leading her step by step to this moment that changes the world. Stop, marvel, praise, and bless this madness and courage to turn the tide, and then watch the shining soul come to an end.

He smiled and complained:

"That kid Richard is really disappointing... If Shia Eggers were our student, I would be able to destroy the world now!"

Then he joked to himself:

"It doesn't matter, the war is coming soon..."

"Shia Eggers has the possibility of becoming our student, but she cannot accept the ideas we want to convey. It is a pity, but it is understandable. I am also a person who respects other people's ideas and destiny."

The wick of the wishing lamp placed on the table spontaneously ignited, and a golden figure emerged from the container, crossing its arms.

"It's really hard to understand you, a guy who thinks about it all the time. Your enthusiasm for self-destruction of weak lives is as weird as your own personality. In the long run, why don't you use your authority to bring peace to this continent? People are given a reprieve to death, prolonging their pain, but those little bugs will be grateful that you gave them new hope and future... Just kidding, I don’t want to be under the hospice care of the God of Death! You just talked to that little princess before We’ve made a deal, what if Death doesn’t accept it?”

Edward smiled: "It's impossible for him to deny his account, because I have raised the possibility that Death will be resurrected as Shia Eggers. He has my blessing and the fate of my support. How can the God of Death deny his account?" , am I such a talkative god?”

The mysterious reappearance, the god-killing spear, and the mysterious additional blessing "made from the branches of the world tree" are the real help given by the declining king to the daring "Pale Queen".

"Bless him," said Edward. "He will get what he wants."

"Ah."

The Djinn laughed disapprovingly: "The little princess is indeed a bit timid. She may not be able to become the God of Death on her own, but it's a pity."

"He claims to be the emperor of Balam, you should call him queen."

"I refuse. The emperor of the Path of Death symbolizes the absolute control of the undead, and does not necessarily have to have a specific country. I will not recognize any emperor other than myself." The Djinn shrugged, "Well, except for George of Loen Third life, after all, how could I not recognize my future self?”

Edward said:

"Based on the current situation, George III's status as emperor may not be guaranteed, and he may not even complete the ceremony of becoming a god."

The djinn sneered:

"What do I need a ceremony for? After becoming George III, I am the real and only Black Emperor. Even if the Seven Gods find me, will they dare to do it? Can they unite? Do they dare to bet with me on who needs it more? People and anchors?”

The two outer gods laughed together.

The Son of Chaos mocked bitterly:

"In the final analysis, a group of beings that have been completely transformed by extraordinary characteristics are actually unwilling to walk into the stars and into us. Instead, they persist in wearing a layer of human skin, simulating unreasonable humanity, and doing things similar to us. This This is the most ridiculous putting the cart before the horse!"

"Don't say that."

Edward replied: "Just think of them as aliens who are crazy about the human race. There are also many aliens among us who are crazy about a certain thing, right? So it doesn't matter that they died because of these crazy hobbies. Strange, obey the blessings, respect His God’s destiny.”

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Crash, crash.

A very quiet sky.

Crash, crash.

It seemed that water was seeping out from the ground and gradually rising upwards.

Shia Eggers was lying in the dark underworld, her soul imprisoned by her body, and the cold water had reached her ears.

In the end, the weird spear actually killed him in the underworld, and nailed his sanity, preventing him from turning into a wild man with partial spiritual imprint of the death god, artificial death chaos, and mixed with the name "Shia. The crazy monster of Palenque Eggers’ consciousness.

In the cold world of death, He felt unusually warm and relaxed, and the darkness and silence around him were so familiar.

Shia Eggers felt as if she had returned to the time when she was still an "undead" in Sequence 4. The waiting before each rebirth was so quiet. She had enough time to look forward to what would happen when she woke up next time. life.

The difference is that this time, He will not wake up again.

He closed his eyes.

——His eyes have been closed since death, but at this moment, he felt another pair of eyes closing and sinking slowly.

He has seen himself die again and again. The first time was when he was seven years old. The uncontrollable "immortal" power caused her to die quietly in her sleep. When she woke up, she became the adopted daughter of a farmer. , spent twelve years of his life in the fields and was later found.

Later, she learned that the royal family had discovered her a long time ago, and just watched her in the dark without saying a word, having fun with her bare feet in the mud, being teased by others, picking flowers, cutting wild vegetables, and doing all kinds of things that a princess should not do. The act of doing it is just a way to digest the magic potion.

After her second death, she became the daughter of a businessman, living a pretty good life and having her favorite fiancé. But more than ten years later, her adoptive father died due to illness, and she lost her support and was almost married off by her brother. She hid with her fiancé, but overheard her fiancé planning to send her back in exchange for money. She fled in panic at night, and in the pain of being betrayed, she killed her fiancé, mercenaries, and her brother who came to capture her, and dragged her blood all over her body to the long-awaited royal guards.

After that, she was less willing to die. Not every life was more happy than painful.

But the potion needs to be digested and the strength needs to be controlled. She still needs to die again and again. She has worked as a teacher and a commoner. She followed the beasts of burden and walked dozens of miles to the Highland Kingdom to do business. The people of the Bound God, who have extremely high moral requirements, have also become robbers by chance, robbing these extraordinary people who are quiet but good at cursing.

She also met the much older Highland Princess Reinette Tinichole as a princess from a neighboring country and as a gangster. Every time the young girl recalled these memories, she felt a sense of joy as if her prank had been successful.

She has fallen in love with many people and watched them die. She has also been betrayed by friends and lovers many times and fallen into desperate situations.

Even in the past hundred years or so, He, who became an angel, occasionally needed to die to escape crisis, so he worked as a slave many times. Each period of his life was pitifully short, and he was tortured to death at a young age.

Feeling love and friendship again and again, and witnessing the new friends, family and lovers she met in this life die or kneel at her feet again and again, she gradually grew up and finally learned how to participate calmly and rationally as a passer-by. Everything around.

She is the bloodline of the God of Death, an immortal descendant of the god, a royal family of the world of the dead, and can only participate in the world of the living in this way.

Shia Eggers' vision seemed to be heightened, and he looked at his hundreds of years of life from a detached perspective.

Crash, crash.

He could no longer hear the sound of the water. The water seemed to have swallowed him up, reached the tip of his nose, and kept rising.

The body fell to the ground and died, and Shia Eggers' soul stood up and walked forward through the knee-high water.

He went upstream along the river, looking back on his life, walking toward where he came from, and toward the voice that kept calling him in the depths.

There were countless Shia Palenques wandering by the river. Most of the feet close to Him were shackled, their expressions were numb and dull, and their bodies were covered in scars.

The pain of being beaten with a whip soaked in water and the despair of being marked with the legal slave mark by a red-hot iron came to my heart. The decades of miserable life were gently uncovered by the Pale Queen, and He passed over them.

Some were dressed in civilian or businessman clothing, with feather jewelry of different colors symbolizing class.

The sourness and happiness of falling in love, the sadness and relief of witnessing the death of an important person, the anger of being deceived, the joy of being loved, the Pale Queen has witnessed too much human nature, and has surpassed them.

After walking for a long time, he came to the end of his road and saw the peasant girl who was barefoot and with a lot of mud on her long skirt.

This is His first life.

In front of Him was a bottomless river. In the river, His reflection was blurry, calling Him to go down.

There was still a life waiting for Him ahead, and He suddenly had a deeper purpose.

Shia Eggers looked at Shia Palenque, then passed her and took a step forward.

Plop.

He stepped on the air and sank into the cold, heavy river water.

In the water, a pair of eyes burning with pale flames looked over immediately. A face that was half hidden in the darkness and half that of Azik Eggers looked over. A white feather stained with light butter fell down, and Azik Eggers looked over. Zeke Eggers's half of his face was cut out.

Then, another feather fell down and landed on Shia Eggers’ eyebrows.

Shia Eggers' body suddenly burned. At the same time, the completely black figure twisted and gradually became clearer. The facial features appeared in outline, becoming a cold-looking, majestic "Shia Eggers" with a pair of The light brown eyes were burned white by the pale flames, and the long black hair was spread out, floating in the same dark water. There were tiny feathers and scales hidden in the corners of the eyes and the sides of the neck.

As cold as a snake, as eternal as a god.

What awaits Him here is where He comes from, the true source of the Eggers family bloodline, the great ancestor, and the real God of Death!

"Shia Eggers" looked condescendingly at the "Pale Queen", watching her burning with flames and gradually sinking to the bottom of the water.

The real Shia Eggers suddenly wanted to cry, or she had already shed tears, but they just merged with the black river water.

"I'm Shia Palenque Eggers!"

The deep black river swallowed Him, and His voice came from the darkness: "I am the last emperor of Balam——"

"Shia Eggers" remained silent. When the "Pale Queen"'s figure and voice completely disappeared into the river, her body began to float up strangely. It was as if something suddenly awakened in his body, and suddenly wanted to tear this human-shaped body apart, tear this flesh apart, grow out of his body, and escape.

The body of "Shia Eggers" began to change. Pieces of white and yellow oil-stained feathers came out of her body, stirring the dark river water, causing huge waves, disrupting the boundaries between life and death, and then from the realm of death. Break out of the shackles and soar into the sky!

The Styx stirred up its waves, and the mountains turned to ashes.

The world changed at this moment. "Pale Queen" Shia Palenque Eggers successfully swallowed the artificial god of death, containing the uniqueness and sequence-one characteristics. He was killed in the underworld, and was reborn in the underworld. Rule the world of the dead as the dead!

The undead cheered for joy, while the living remained silent.

It is not the dead who sleep eternally, nor does everything in the world end in death.

After thousands of years of silence, the ancient gods whose history had been erased and whose existence was denied awakened as "the first and last emperor of Balam." The god of the kingdom of death awakens from death and returns from the underworld!

…

Even though she was in the water, Shia Eggers felt as if she had fallen into a sea of ​​fire.

In the pale sea of ​​fire, everything turned to ashes. Shia Eggers slowly moved forward, the flames slowly lowered, and the momentum of the sea of ​​​​fire gradually subsided.

In a trance, he saw the splendid Bailang Palace again. The little Princess Shia was wearing a white dress and gold jewelry. Her long black hair was braided with a ribbon and combed into a braid at the back. She looked neither dignified nor noble. Sitting on the swing in the garden, she yelled for her mother to push her.

The scene changed. A man with a solemn, cold and statuesque face was sitting on a chair in the study. Also sitting on a small chair next to him was a little girl who was trying to imitate him. She had a serious expression on her face, which made people laugh. .

The empress in the sea of ​​fire looked at these scenes for a long time, lowered her head and smiled silently. In front of her, the royal corridor of the palace vaguely appeared, with armored guards waiting in formation, officials, priests and maids walking back and forth, including the emperor father, the empress, and the queen. own brothers and sisters.

She walked there and disappeared together with the palace, turning into a dream.

TBC

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"The Emperor of the Dead Country", the title is still the author's characteristic pun.

The "Pale Queen" Shia Palenque Eggers returned to the side of the gods and ancestors, and slept forever under the lightless waters of the netherworld.

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