Another World: My life is on the hook!

Chapter 1695 The three pillar gods of disorder!

"..."

After a brief few minutes.

"That's it."

That heart said very honestly:

"My mistress is an ancient creature that has existed since before creation. Although there are many creatures that can live for many new eras, my mistress is definitely the most powerful one among them, or in a sense, I There is a question mark as to whether the mistress can even be regarded as a "creature". The status of the mistress is too high, so high that we cannot speculate at all."

Lin En pushed the syringe in his hand thoughtfully, rubbed his dead eyes and said:

"I know this. I've seen some of your monarch's memories, but I still don't quite understand. Who is she...?"

The heart stared intently at the needle in his hand, looking at the small (beep——) (beep——) dripping on the ground and growing like a smoking mushroom, and said honestly:

"It's the Pillar God of Discord."

"Actually, in the era when I was born, there were no gods in this world. All the gods had been killed by my king before the creation of the world. But I am referring to the gods who order our universe. , but in fact, outside our ordered universe, there is a boundaryless realm of chaos called the [Disordered Abyss]."

"And from the information I know, our mistress is one of the three largest pillar gods in the Chaos Abyss."

"In older times, the mistress had another name."

"painter."

Lin En frowned and said, "Painter?"

The heart moved up and down, simulating a nod, and said:

"Yes, but the only people who know this name are us jailers who follow the mistress. In addition, there are two other disordered pillar gods with the same name as our mistress. One is called It is called [Musician] or [Singer], but a long time ago the jailer and the mistress launched a war against that pillar god. Does it exist now? I am afraid that only the jailer and the mistress who participated in that war were knew."

Lin En thought about the memory of the ancient king he saw from the old man.

Colors of eternal chaos, rhythms of unspeakable horror.

no doubt.

In that era of ancient kings, these two were definitely terrifying beings who stood at the top of the world.

Lin En frowned and said, "If that's the case, then the other person is..."

His heart was beating wildly, and he deliberately lowered his voice.

"[Sleeper]"

"The true first pillar god in history, in our ancient history, my king should have succeeded in mastering this terrible existence in the end. That is to say, in a sense, there has been no sinking in this world. The sleeper is gone, and what replaces him is..."

"My king."

Linn's heart beat wildly, but it was quickly controlled by him.

Lin En frowned and said: "The one who let the raven fly...my true body?"

The heart didn't speak for a long time.

He did not answer Linn's question directly, or it could be said that this was a question that was too taboo to be discussed by all the jailers.

But at this moment, he really wanted to let him know.

"At least I think so."

"Do you know why we are loyal to our king? Because he was never for himself. He killed everything in that world in that era. Many people thought he was a world-destroying demon king, but he was not, because For my king, death has no meaning. The only thing he wants to do is to break the cold and suffocating order of that era, so that every living being in that world can have the right to make free choices."

"And that's when the raven was born."

"At the beginning of creation, the mistress and countless ravens restored the past world, allowing every living thing to be reborn in this new world. Even the gods were forgiven by my king and had My new life, you know? In the end, everyone came back..."

He fell silent, and finally said:

"Only my king does not."

Linn listened to him tell the story of that time that took place endlessly before.

His words were short, but they made Linn feel a huge vicissitude.

Suddenly he remembered the flower.

That moon orchid.

In ancient stories, the language of the flower represents waiting in silence.

In other words, there is a person who has been waiting for him since the beginning of creation until now.

The heart said:

"So you have never been my king. Even if you have the same face and the same name, you are not him. You are just a raven, a fragment released by my king. But sometimes we also think , if we allow you to have the memory of the Great King and let the mark of my King revive in your body, then will it mean that he comes back."

"After all, you have the same soul, can you become the same flower blooming from the root system?"

Linn opened his eyes, unable to express himself on this philosophical question.

Just that moment.

He suddenly remembered the blue girl who suddenly appeared next to him when he fell into hell for the second time.

she told him.

He is not.

Lin En shook his head vigorously, adjusted his monocle, his eyes regained consciousness, and said:

"Of course I'm not. No matter how great he is, I don't want to be. I'm from the Night City. I'm Lin En, the night doctor who came out of Wandering Soul Alley. It's that simple."

The heart was silent for a longer period of time this time.

He looked deeply at Linn.

"But there is actually a chance. We almost succeeded. I believe that the great king came back once, and that was him. At least he was our king before he became a sleeper."

Lin En opened his dead fish eyes, pinched his monocle, and said with a faint smile;

"It seems that in the past few days, you have had a good understanding of what happened during your imprisonment."

The heart said firmly:

"So this plan can actually succeed, right?"

But after saying that, he quickly became depressed again.

Because it's just like what Lynn said before.

So what if it succeeds?

If the Maharaja is unwilling to return to the world in such a way, then what is the use of everything they have done?

Of course Linn knew why. He had seen the memory of the great king in the old man, because he had been fighting against this fate all his life, because there was a terrible guy who arranged everything, and in the end he almost lost his life. Resurrection in the body had already happened, so how could he want to see...himself become the monster he had been fighting against all his life?

If he comes back, he will not be the same king.

Linn also fell silent.

The two of them were silent together.

"..."

"..."

"So is it a little bad for the two of us to emo here together?"

"I am recalling the past very sadly, can you give me some face and not interrupt?"