Chapter 222: Atonement for Betraying the Tribe

The strange glow that vaguely leaks out from the folds of the brain is blurry and changing, colorful and monotonous, both pitch black, white and gray, like the shadows of whirling trees, sticky blood and cold As mottled as the moonlight.

That is the memory hidden deep in the bloodline of the resurrected zerg. It was the homeland where the great ancestors of their family lived, a place of unrestrained freedom.

However, with the defeat of Si Chen, the Lord of Sanctuary, their family had to hide in the dreams of mortals and escape to the waking world through the thoughts of those former slave races.

These memories hidden deep in the bloodline are so clear, even if the current zerg is only half of the broken scale wings of the main body, it still clearly remembers the teachings left in the bloodline by its ancient ancestors.

"My descendants, my descendants, you must always remember our family's humiliating history of betrayal."

"In the past, when the great stone god suffered a fiery crushing punishment, our family did not shoulder the responsibility of resisting the enemies, but chose to cowardly escape."

"We escaped the war, and the fire of extinction fell on our friends, and they died."

"This is a humiliation that our family should never forget. We will eventually bear this shame and survive in the world until the original stone returns to the world. We will also dedicate our lives without regrets and wash it away with the blood of our sins. Death of the First Stone."

"My descendants, if you are lucky enough to meet a friend who is not completely dead, you must dedicate everything you have to meet the needs of the other party."

"Only in this way can we wash away the heavy sins of our family before the First Stone is revived!"

The Zerg always remembers the precepts of its ancestors deep in its bloodline. Even though its body is dead, even though it is just an illusory shadow awakened by the aging moth's magic power at the moment, the words of its ancestors are like the instincts carved deep in its bloodline. , making it irresistible and irresistible.

It stared at the wriggling sweet brain tissue, and seemed to be able to see the moth hidden in the skull, even though the other party was laughing maniacally.

But the broken moth body was wrapped with a shackle chain that was as tight as steel, and there was a faint glow like a lamp or a blade.

It seemed to be the power left behind by a powerful secret messenger, trying to block the mind of the pale moth, distort the moth's cognition, and suppress the wild nature of the moth, so that the moth could no longer release its true innocence wantonly, even killing people. Life also requires finding ridiculous but reasonable excuses.

"I see……"

The worm phantom murmured to himself: "This is the only way I can help you."

As the slightly humming words fell, the broken scale wings that had condensed into a hideous and ugly insect shadow melted again like a dark viscous liquid. This was the suffering and torture that the broken wings had endured.

When the zerg was still alive, an unknown tribe hiding in the dark forest captured it. The old priest tried to make the fragmented scale wings into the lost wine of oblivion. If the wine was poured from the tongue and eyes, , will make the drinker forget his name and appearance.

At that time, the brewing work of the Wine of Oblivion was not completed, and the old priest had already died under the sword of strong light. The treasures and savings of the tribe belonged to the Mikalis family, the victors of the Secret Messenger War.

And the broken wings of the zerg have been passed down to this day with the Michaelis family.

But in fact, the brewing of the Wine of Oblivion was not a complete failure. The characteristic of abandoning memory has been deeply engraved in the broken wings of the Zerg.

At this moment, it directly uses the magic power of the Aging Moth to stimulate the power of forgetfulness left in its wings, turning itself into a semi-finished wine of forgetfulness.

Although the dark wine is rotten and smelly, it can make people forget their worries and unhappiness and regain freedom!

However, even if the wine of oblivion turned into the phantom of the insect, it rushed towards the invisible shackles wrapped around the body of the pale moth without hesitation. The dark wine poured on the indestructible chain and made a crackling sound like corrosion. But it only left tiny holes and couldn't cause any obvious damage at all.

The invisible shackles bound to the pale moth's body seem to be infused with various elements such as reason, rules, laws, punishments, hints, and persuasion.

This makes the shackles themselves indestructible and deeply embedded in the flesh, as deep-rooted as the instinct of flesh and blood creatures that are born with the need to breathe and eat... It is as hard to violate as the precepts left in the blood of the ancestors of the zerg.

Even if the zerg shadow burned out his best life, there was nothing he could do to help the pale moth break free from this mental shackles.

However, before the wine of oblivion completely evaporated, Zerg still used his last bit of strength to leave a message. That was the knowledge he gained from his bloodline, which might help the Pale Moth completely compete for the hateful glow chain.

"Lagon's..."

But in fact, the Pale Moth, who was immersed in the pleasure of fighting, paid no attention to the last words etched in the folds of his brain tissue.

It just pulled the trigger arbitrarily, swung the straight blade to its heart's content, and showed a hearty and contented smile in the flickering orange flames and silvery cold light.

Even though there were several deep flesh-and-blood wounds carved on that crazy smiling face, the most serious one even extended straight from the left forehead to the chin, and even the eyeballs that were faintly oozing with dark green light were torn off along the way. Broken, blood spurted out and pushed the broken lens out.

For a moment, Watson couldn't tell whether it was because of the influence of old Mikalis's moth phase magic power that his left eye was mistakenly judged as unnecessary by his flesh and was squeezed out by the almost dried up vitality fountain.

Or was it because his disordered moth in his skull was secretly helping, while draining the wound and brittle flesh, it also absorbed the abandonment power of the moth principle, which in turn strengthened the moth phase and squeezed out more moth phase magic power.

Or... Forget it, why bother with these useless details?

As long as I can get more powerful power and defeat the power of old Mikalis in front of me, even if it costs an eyeball, what's the point? !

I only care about one thing now, that is, how to kill this decayed monster in front of me!

Looking at Watson's remaining right pupil, the hunched old Mikalis with white hair has now revealed another deformed and ugly appearance.

Originally, the alien body of old Mikalis had three faces, namely the face of an old man with dazzling eyes on the head, the face of a young man with thunder in his eyes on the chest, and the face of a young woman with blood and tears flowing on the waist.

At this time, the two deformed and twisted faces like tumors were howling indescribable vicious words, and then crawling upwards.

The male and female faces on the two shriveled tumors were originally a little blurry, but at this moment, as they crawled upwards, the tumors seemed to gradually fill up, and the outline of the face finally gradually emerged clearly.

Watson first noticed that the young man's face with a fiery thunder-like heart in his eyes looked very familiar with the increasingly clear facial features.

Facing the giant fist composed of three arms and fifteen fingers tightly clenched together, he still did not dodge, but once again retreated by advancing.

Watson lowered his waist and dropped his shoulders while rushing forward sideways, pulling the trigger one after another. The bullets that poured out were not aimed at the attacking fist - he knew that everything in front of him was just an illusion caused by the moth in his skull.

Perhaps this illusion is indeed infinitely close to some real essence, but after all, there is a certain difference from reality.