Chapter 790 The Rotten Black Sun

It's not there - that sun burning in nothingness is just another shadow.

After the initial surprise, Duncan quickly realized this. He did not feel any tangible breath from the "Creeping Sun Disk" in front of him, nor did he feel its supposed scorching heat. He only felt The fireball was empty and far away. This feeling... was very similar to when he first glimpsed the other person through the "golden mask".

This "real sun god" should have "found" the Alice Mansion through some method and sent his projection here... What exactly attracted this ancient god? Was it some kind of change caused by entering this place? Or is it the movement when Alice analyzes the "route"?

Duncan quickly regained his composure and spoke with a hint of curiosity: "How did you find this place?"

His tone was cautious but not hostile - even though he had had many dealings with those crazy believers who followed the Black Sun, as well as the sun's descendants and remnants, and each time they got along was not very pleasant (although the results were different each time) successfully got along), but he had no objection to this "Creep Sun" "person", even after learning that this ancient god could not help himself, and had no intention of harming the world from beginning to end. , but he had more sympathy for it.

After all... although there are a lot of ancient gods in this world, there is only one that is slowly roasted on the fire by his followers and descendants. If his body's ability to move is stronger, this "real sun god" is afraid It's not like you have to carve the word "miserable" on every arm of your wrist...

"I 'heard' the sound coming from the subspace, Pilot Three... This entity that fell silent many years ago suddenly became active, and I knew that day was near," the deformed sun made a trembling sound , said weakly and gently, "Fire Usurper, we meet again."

"The day is approaching... did you know that I would appear here?" Duncan frowned immediately, noticing the details in the other party's words, "Do you still know about Pilot 3?"

"...I am also one of 'them'," Creeping Sun Wheel said slowly. "Before Pilot 1 decided to raise a new sun, I was also a participant in building this shelter."

Duncan didn't speak, but there was a sudden change in his eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke in a deep voice: "Why did you come to me? Still hope that I can help extinguish you? If so, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it - your 'descendants' and 'believers' will always It's to rekindle you over and over again, and I don't have time to deal with them now..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the tremor coming from the deformed sun: "You no longer have to worry about my heirs... and the mortals who follow the 'Sun God'."

Duncan's expression condensed: "What does this mean?"

"At this moment, there is no longer any belief in worshiping the real sun god in this world, and soon, no one will remember what the black sun is...the memories and records related to it will gradually turn into vague and distorted 'impressions' , and were replaced with specious traces... Fire Usurper, if you have doubts, you can always go to the mortal world to confirm all this, I know you can do it."

Duncan's face quickly became solemn. He did not question the other party rashly, but broke the silence after a moment of pondering: "...What happened? Why is this happening?"

His first reaction was that the "real sun god" finally couldn't stand the torture of the slow fire and used some method to eliminate all the sun's descendants, sun residue and black sun worshipers, but then he realized the situation It seems not that simple - the other party also mentioned that the memories and records related to the Black Sun are gradually disappearing from the world and will be "replaced with specious traces". This statement... reminds him of the pollution of history!

He stared intently at the tentacles and flesh wrapped in the corona. He saw those chilling limbs slowly squirming, and the sound coming from the flesh seemed to be filled with sadness——

"Because I'm rotting, and after all this time, it's finally coming to an end."

"Rot?" Upon hearing this familiar word, Duncan's heart suddenly moved!

He had heard this word several times, first from the four popes, then from Gamona, and now from the "true sun god"...

And in this repeated contact, he is also gradually understanding the concept of "corruption" of the gods.

"I am forgetting everything related to 'me', and the world is also forgetting me," as if sensing Duncan's thoughts, the deformed sun took the initiative to speak, "I... can't remember the appearance of my hometown very clearly. I can't quite remember the faces and names of the individuals who created me, 'made' me, and became what I am today with me... They are all evidence of the existence of the 'old world', and they are also the reason why I am what I am today. the 'essence' of the gesture.

"Fire Usurper, I don't know if you can understand - my 'essence' is falling apart, it is disappearing little by little, and this is the result of 'rot'."

Duncan's expression was solemn. He thought quickly, trying to keep up with the other party's abstract and difficult descriptions. He gradually understood, and hesitantly broke the silence: "...In other words, your self-awareness and memory It is dissipating uncontrollably, causing those things based on your self-knowledge and memory to gradually disappear from the world... Is this the essence of 'rot'?"

"As you said - and this is a gradual process," the deformed sun said softly. I don't know if it was an illusion, but it seemed to be weaker than before. "From the time we came to this 'world', our decay has Already begun, this 'rot' followed this asylum throughout its history...

"And the sad thing is, the 'rational' part of us is actually awake during the whole process - I know exactly what I am 'forgetting', even after those things have disappeared from my essence. We know exactly what those disappeared things are, but this kind of 'memory' is meaningless. Those 'ingredients' we brought from the old world will continue to peel off over time until they become indistinguishable debris... …

"I am like this, and so are those called the Four Gods, 'they'...

"Fire Usurper, over a long period of time, I have experienced the stage of 'rot' deterioration more than once. The disappearance of traces of the 'Black Sun' from this world may be its last and most serious 'deterioration' ——I don’t have much time.”

The deformed sun fell silent, as if after saying so many words, it fell into a state of weakness that made it difficult to continue speaking.

Duncan gradually frowned. He understood the "rottenness" of the "gods" and vaguely thought of many things. But before that, he was more curious about the purpose of this "black sun".

"You came to me not just to tell me this - what do you want me to do?"

The black sun was silent, and after a long time, a voice reached the ears of Duncan and Alice: "I still beg you to extinguish me...but when that day comes, I also hope that you can do another thing." Thing - light up my remains, burn it with your fire, and remember it."

Burn the remains? Remember the wreckage?

Duncan frowned slightly, and after a brief moment of confusion, he suddenly understood something.

"...You seem to have a certain understanding of my 'power'." He said in a deep voice.

"I have been watching this shelter, and although the continued decay and isolation have made me unable to move, I know many things happening in this world - including yours," Black Sun said slowly, "I hope... Get a spot."

"A 'New World' position," Duncan's brows were still furrowed. He did not immediately agree or refuse, "...you make me a little confused. How do you know that you will definitely get a 'New World position'? Or change it?" In other words...how do you know there will be a 'new world'?"

He paused, his expression became solemn, and he said in an extremely serious tone: "You know, although I now have a 'plan' to reshape everything after the end of the asylum, even I am not sure about this Is the plan feasible? I haven’t even figured out how to implement it...but you just come to my door and want to reserve a seat?"

"This is exactly the 'exchange' I gave." The pale flesh suddenly relaxed and squirmed, and small tentacles extended outward from the corona on its edge, as if to indicate something, "If you agree to me I would like to show you... the evidence of future survival, and this evidence will be very helpful to you."

Duncan's eyes froze for a moment.

"Do you have a piece of 'evidence'?!" He stared at the scorching sun, "You mean, a piece of 'evidence' that can prove that the 'new world' can indeed be successfully born?"

Black Sun was silent for a few seconds and gave a strange answer: "Now, it does not exist."

Duncan felt choked, and even suspected that this terrifying ancient god was deliberately teasing him, but then he realized it - after dealing with many weird and bizarre things, and at this "border" "After witnessing many incredible phenomena, he seemed to understand what the other party meant.

“How can this ‘evidence’ exist?”

"When you promise me." Black Sun said slowly.

Duncan didn't respond, just thinking in silence.

"I still have some time to patiently wait for your answer," Black Sun's voice came to his ears, and the tentacles spreading from the corona were gradually withdrawing into the sea of ​​fire, "I understand your concerns and hesitations - 'Black The Sun has brought many threats to this world, and I... may not be an enemy to you, but I am not trustworthy yet. "

"I want to ask you a question," Duncan suddenly raised his head and turned the topic in another direction, "Do you want a position for yourself? Or for those 'heirs' who have been forgotten by you? Or is it for …”

"It's for our civilization," Black Sun whispered, "it once existed."