Another World: My life is on the hook!

After ten minutes.

With the huge energy supply from the Heart of the Colossus, the Brain of the Colossus finally replenished enough blood and strength from his body. In addition to still being very weak mentally, the physical pain caused by the curse also caused some weakness. I got a lot better under Linn's indoctrination.

There is no way, because the queen and her heart are in the hands of this hateful guy.

Even if she wanted to leave, it was basically impossible.

He was pinched to death.

Because if you leave, you will never see or hold your queen again, and being held by a super pervert because you want to hold your queen has become something you can't think about. There is nothing we can do about it.

"Idiot!! How long are you going to hold on to me!! We've already finished healing the demons! Why don't you put us down quickly!!"

Zuo Zuo bared his teeth and began to struggle like an angry little beast.

Lin En closed her eyes and accused:

"Zuo Zuo, you've gone too far. Don't you see that your brain needs a quiet rest now? If you make such a noise, it will appear that you are very uneducated Zuo Zuo. Zuo Zuo, I don't think you want to be regarded as... An uneducated left hand!"

【Ding!Zuo Zuo's anger towards you +10]

【Ding!Zuo Zuo's anger towards you +10]

After grasping Zuo Zuo's little temper.

Lin En turned around and looked around, then lowered his head and looked at the brain that was leaning on his shoulder with eyes closed and still absorbing the energy of his Colossus Heart, and asked:

"Brain, where is my brother Ai Wen? Is he here too?"

The silver-eyed girl closed her eyes, grabbed Zuo Zuo's hand, leaned on his shoulder, and said lightly with her lips:

"Further down."

"I am here mainly to keep an eye on him. His curse is too special. I can recover, but as the last survivor of cyber civilization... it has become very difficult for him to come back. Things..."

Lynn shook hands.

Became somewhat silent.

Yes.

Because Brother Egwene had told him about his curse more than once, and this was why he had to keep himself at the king level.

The more turbulent he becomes, the more memories in his mind will be lost as time goes by.

And those memories.

It was all that was left of the cyber civilization he cherished.

He walked along the long stairs, step by step, into the dark underground, and as he walked deeper into the place, he became increasingly silent.

After the great change 3000 years ago, the entire cyber civilization was destroyed, and the cyber ascenders died as a result. As the last inheritance of the cyber ascenders, she has always regarded herself as the gravekeeper of civilization. , carrying everything in the past to resist time.

And now.

He didn't even know how to face his elder brother Egwene.

"He used too much power. When Night City was invaded, he completed the upgrade immediately. Many night doctors were transferred to higher dimensions by him to avoid the attack, but... …”

The girl in his arms had her eyelashes slightly lowered, and she was weakly grasping the skirt of his chest.

She recalled the last scene when Night City was invaded.

He endured too much pollution and erosion. Although he tried hard not to let himself be disturbed, in the end he was still unable to resist the invasion of the cold curse.

"At that time, he still retained some memories and cognition... But you know, what really destroyed him later was when he killed almost all the remaining people in the city after the turmoil... This was for him, It is a torture more terrible than letting him die..."

They are friends.

Although as the new inheritor of cyber civilization, he has always said that he only inherited the memory of the spiritual ascendant, and was not the one who fought with her against the God of All Machines.

But you get to know him little by little.

You will find that he is actually exactly the same as the person before. They always regard everything worth protecting as more important than their own lives.

And after falling into hell.

In fact, the City of Night has already become his second home, because he followed his mistress and built this sacred city in hell bit by bit. His feelings for this city are far greater than here. Everyone is deeper.

She whispered:

"And now he has forgotten everything, he has forgotten everything..."

Following her words, Lin En's heart seemed to sink into the bottom of the cold pool.

silent.

soon.

They finally followed the long stairs and arrived deeper underground.

creak-

The moment he opened the door, he saw the familiar back of the lonely figure sitting there with his head lowered in the center of the empty hall.

In full silence.

He lowered his head and seemed to be constantly carving something on the ground beneath his feet. He didn't even seem to hear the sound of the door opening.

And on the floor of the hall and on the dark wall, there are traces of the carvings everywhere. He seems to be looking for something, and he seems to want to connect something together. Your fingers trace across the wall. At this time, you can clearly see the fragments outlined by the lines that seem to be from ancient times.

You can see the raw hair and blood in the primitive period.

See the sacrifices and conquests during the tribal period of that kingdom.

until the industrial age.

Until that represents the spiritual ascension into nothingness.

He raised his head, as if he was walking in the long river of history, but they were still just scattered fragments, like lost and unconnected fragments.

"What are you drawing?"

Lynn asked.

Ser Egwene lowered his head, holding the stone and still carving it on the ground at his feet. He seemed not to have heard Linn's words and said not a word.

Like a confused undead.

No perception.

There is no awareness either.

But when Linn walked over, he saw what he was carving on the ground one stroke at a time.

that moment.

Linn gritted his teeth suddenly, turned his head vigorously, and held his trembling hands tightly to prevent those things from falling from his eyes.

He lowered his head and wrote in confusion.

He portrays such a young man, who follows him like a fool, listening to him explaining the knowledge of psychic powers in a careless manner, as if he is about to fall asleep, although he is always very troublesome. There are piles and piles of troublesome things that are very confusing.

But when he saw him mastering the use of psychic powers spontaneously and showing off in front of him...

The stone in his hand made the final touch.

That person in the painting.

He had that hopeful and gratified smile on his face, as if he had finally found the successor to the next generation.

how to think.

There seems to be no regrets.