quicksilver blood

Chapter 454 I am who I am
Only halfway through Xi La's words, his vision began to twist again.As if milk and blood were mixed and stirred together, the severe nausea made Xila's stomach start to twitch.

Weak like an invisible boa constrictor slowly tightening his throat, Xila felt that his breathing began to become difficult.

His eyes suddenly went dark, his scalp exploded, his blood vessels throbbed desperately, and there was a sharp noise of metal rubbing in his ears.

"Give up? Give up. Hopeless. Can't change. Can't do anything..."

A voice that was exactly the same as her own but more alluring sounded in Xi La's heart.

A pitch-black flame gradually burned in Xi La's heart.The rustling of hate whispered in his ears.

It was like the whisper of the devil, but more like the apocalypse that Su Ze's prophets believed in.

In a dark and icy field of vision, Xi La vaguely saw a cloud of dim yellow flames floating in front of her eyes.

It was something far more sacred and greater than Tyre.Even though Sira can only see a vague silhouette, he can clearly realize that it is a great existence that is far more suitable for the title of "god" than Tyre.

In the frosty silence, a silent word echoed in Sira's ears, with repeated echoes: "You should regain hope."

Just feeling the existence of that silhouette, Xi La could only tremble in fear, unable to respond at all.

His spirit suddenly began to slacken, and his pupils shrank to the extreme in an instant due to the great fear. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead and fell to the ground.

Without waiting for Xi La to respond, the vague silhouette continued: "You know you should give up, you know what you insist on is not the right way! You know your distortion - it is you who are wrong, not the world!"

"...No. I never felt I was wrong."

Xi La closed her eyes and said calmly, "I'm right. There is no doubt about it."

"What if your will is against everyone's will?"

"Then they must all be wrong."

Xi La replied sonorously, looking directly at the twilight flames in front of her eyes.

After a short silence, a burst of almost ecstatic laughter broke out around him.The laugh ripped Sira's guts and pierced his heart.A voice louder than the rumbling thunder applauded loudly: "- Well said! Come to me! Sira!"

"Come to my side - the righteous! The pure! The unrelenting! Come to me - you will be the leader!"

Louder and louder voices sounded behind Xi La.With the giant's ecstasy, the dome began to collapse, the huge eyeballs were slowly pressed down from the outside world, the sky was bruised, and crimson bloodstains spread.The increasingly powerful pressure caused the ground to rumble, like cracks in all directions, and pus and blood were squeezed out of it.A huge pupil that was so big that it almost brought the whole world into view emerged from the sky, looking down on Sira from top to bottom.Inside the eyeball, countless pure white snakes with dim yellow eyes flocked towards Sira crazily, but their actions were blocked by the membrane outside the eyeball, and their movements pulled the eyeball almost out of shape, trembling slightly.

Just being watched, Xi La felt that her abilities began to improve rapidly.A premonition that he was evolving towards something great slowly emerged in Xi La's heart.He knew in his heart that it was the improvement of the essence of life, and it was the blessing of the Creator—the faint yellow lines emerged from his eyeballs, quickly dyed the entire eye sockets a faint yellow, and then began to spread to the whole body.

"—but I refuse."

As Xi La's icy voice sounded, the faint yellow color spreading all over his body froze for an instant.

Xi La closed her eyes, completely obeying her own instincts, and shouted and scolded loudly: "I am me—I am me! I am not the spokesperson of anyone, any god, or any existence. If I want to say something, I am myself. spokesman for me, I am my own pastor!"

"Will you abandon your god? Will you abandon Tyr?"

"So what's the matter—"

As Xila Mengmai opened his eyes, an invisible force pushed the dim yellow magic lines all over his body back quickly.As if going back in time, the faint yellow lines were squeezed back into Xi La's eye sockets again.

The voice behind him didn't rage, didn't get discouraged, and didn't give up.He just chuckled and made a rumbling noise like thunder: "Interesting. Then, let me see, Sira. How far can you do it—"

Sira did not hear the second half of his sentence.After he slowly opened his eyes, the illusion around him disappeared instantly.He realized he was in the dungeon again.

However, at this time, Xi La's pupils were no longer clear blue, but turned into a pure blue color comparable to the purest emerald.

Only then did Xi La realize that the long phantom just now didn't even last a second in reality.But Xi La's body was no longer as weak as before.A brand new power filled his soul.

But looking at the sinners who looked at her worriedly, Xi La, who finally calmed down, fell silent at this time.

...wait...what did I just say?
"I...what am I..."

However, just as Sira was in self-chaos, the dungeon door opened again.The decadent warden came down at the door.

His hair was messy and greasy.His eyes were bloodshot, his fists were clenched, and his whole body was almost trembling.

"Look. Our great warden is here again."

Xi La raised her head coldly, and looked down at the slightly stooped warden with holy blue pupils.

He didn't even notice that his voice was mixed with all the arrogance of the past.Not only him, but all the prisoners ignored this by coincidence.

With Sira's docile personality, this would never have happened.

But this time, the warden did not raise his foot to kick Sira's stomach, nor did he utter more vulgar words to Sira with an opera-like melodious emphasis than any country bumpkin, nor did he dance in a demonstrative way. The iron whip cursed Sira and all the prisoners.

His eyes were tired and lifeless.It was as if the soul had been severely destroyed, losing all strength.

He stood in front of Sira's cell—or the cage, staring straight at Sira.

"Ah... you little thief, liar, heretic to hell..."

He said in a hoarse voice full of unwillingness: "...you are free. You have been released."

After a brief silence, cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami came from the dungeon.

As if they saved a saint.The prisoners were moved to tears by this miracle, knelt on the ground and shouted the holy name of Tell and praised him loudly.

But everyone didn't notice, only Xi La didn't make a sound.

(End of this chapter)