Original God, looking for the heart

You can hear the steady heartbeat even before you get close. He really didn't want to stay in this land soaked in red.

He moved his legs, but staggered.

"Tsk, when did you get wrapped up in it?" Mo Bei showed an impatient look and turned the cold wind into tiny blades. It's just that those things healed as soon as they were cut off, like a hand tightly holding his ankle and refusing to let go.

What's even worse is the tentacles evoked from the center of the heart. They were fast and powerful. One moment they appeared near the heart, and the next moment they were in front of Mo Bei. All elemental attacks lose their effect, and are usually swallowed by the opponent like candy before being aroused.

The cold and sticky feeling wrapped around his wrist, giving Mo Bei a chill.

"Master...Master..."

Tiny murmurs echoed in the cave, and the sky-blue pupils shrank suddenly with anger: "Let go! I order you!"

"Master, save us, take us away..." "Master..." "Master..."

"It's colder here than the abyss..."

As if being embraced by a group of creatures, Mo Bei was pulled into the heart by tentacles. The moment it entered the heart, the sound of muscle contraction and beating filled the entire ear canal.

"It's changing its beating frequency." The chill spreads throughout the body along the blood, and finally gathers near the heart.

"This location -" Mo Bei searched in his memory, "the place where the doctor implanted the demon god's residue in my body."

In this way, the beating frequency of Dulin's heart seemed to be resonating with him.

Before my eyes, a new picture appeared again.

——Mond——

The snowy mountains seemed restless again. The sudden strong cold air forced the Adventurers Association to stop publishing snow mountain missions.

The wanderer realized that Mo Bei had not returned yet and ran straight towards the snow-capped mountains.

The cyan whirlwind was accompanied by the sharp purple thunder, and the only sound left in my ears was the whistling wind. The elemental power was almost exhausted, and beads of sweat dripped from the wanderer's face. He wiped his sweat casually, thankful that he arrived here before the elemental power was exhausted.

The cold air surrounding the snow-capped mountains roared. They are strong and form a barrier that cuts off communication between the inside and outside. The wisps of black breath that shuttled freely in the wind consciously stopped everyone.

Wanderers pride themselves on being strong. He was not afraid of the wind, snow, and cold, but was worried about whether his child was trapped inside, and he chanted his name, eager to be rescued.

Sure enough, you shouldn't leave him.

The wall of wind resisted his arrival, pushing the wanderer out again and again.

Where two winds fight against each other, there is constant thunder.

The eye of God on the chest lit up, and a lively voice came: "Do you need help?"

The blue hair is tied into two braids, and the bard's hand must of course hold his own strings. Without waiting for the wanderer to answer, Wendy played a piece of music and stood in front to clear a path for the wanderer.

The energy driving the wind wall seemed to be angered, and black strands gathered, blending into the cold wind and turning into blades or spikes.

All the attacks rushed towards Wendy, but they only made the god smile: "You have forgotten, I am also the wind."

Sure enough, the blades and spikes could only keep a certain distance from Wendy and could never hurt him.

The dark threads came out helplessly. As soon as the traces were revealed, the wanderers dispersed them with wind blades.

After entering the snow-capped mountains, they realized that the snow on the ground had been blown up, blocking their view with white.

Wendy looked a little troubled: "Oh, I can't calm them down yet with my ability."

Not to mention finding someone.

The wanderer put a hand on his chest, with a beating heart under his palm: "...go this way." He walked in front of Wendy, his eyes falling in a red and gloomy direction. ,

It looked like an eye stained with blood.

——Dulin’s heart——

The black strands are like finding the soil suitable for them to take root. Arms, calves, forehead...these can all be made to blend in. Along with their influx, the remnants of the demon god buried in the chest also reacted.

Some memories that don’t belong to him——

"You...what are you going to do?!"

"Sir, please donate your strength. This is a good opportunity for our clan to conquer the land. Have you forgotten, you are going to lead our clan to prosperity!!" Saying "Sir", the so-called respect, the so-called begging, the words But it is completely different from the action.

Mo Bei calmed down. Seeing the purple mist spreading all over, he realized that this was an abyss. Seeing the altar and the sacrificial clothing - this is probably the place where Chaos was originally worshipped.

That mass of unformed black mist——

"chaos?"

"Lord Khaos, Lord of Chaos, how could we...your respectful people harm you." After saying that, the leader recited a spell. The thin sounds made Mo Bei uneasy, but the people standing around to watch the sacrifice cheered happily.

The praises were endless. The boiling cauldron covered up the priest's delicate spells, and also covered up the pained wail of Chaos.

During the praise, a trace of white gas—spiritual energy—was extracted from Chaos.

Different from the ordinary composition, aura is the guarantee that supports its consciousness and makes it different from other gases. With just this trace, Chaos doesn't know how long it will take to practice.

The priest was extremely excited after receiving the spiritual energy, and he couldn't wait to recite another spell. Ling Qi tried to escape in a hurry, but was trapped in the palm of his hand. Purple black spreads from the tail, swallowing the body and the final tip.

"Find the dragon that was created and it will provide us with new lands—"

The aura is given expectations and thrown into the portal. This inconspicuous black mist sneaked into the alchemy platform and attached to the dragon's heart.

……

The dragon is young and ignorant. It looks forward to dancing with kind people, and it looks forward to poets willing to write poems and recite for its wings.

But the child, how can it understand the "curse" it has been carrying since birth?

His winds bring disaster, and his claws and wings destroy people's houses.

"The green and tranquil earth has been dyed red by fire and blood, and the sound of the pale poet's piano was almost drowned by the roar."

People, kind people, held their spears and torches high and rushed towards the ignorant dragon. Under the ruins of the wall, the throat that should have been used for singing was filled with sobs.

Finally, the scarred dragon was expelled to the snowy mountains.

"Goodbye, mother, my journey is over. It would be nice to sleep in the silvery snow."

A dragon as beautiful as a gem carries the poet circling high in the snow-capped mountains.

"Goodbye, beautiful poet, beautiful dragon. It would be great if we could meet, sing and dance together at different times and places."

Du Lin lowered his head and curled up at the foot of the mountain.

Its flesh and blood were buried by wind and frost, and its wings were eaten away by creatures... But its heart still refused to stop.

Beating quietly, hoping for someone to sing for him.

Only in the abyss, the priest was angry that it failed to live up to its expectations. It vents all its resentment on Chaos, driving it to deeper and more dangerous places to carve out land for people.

"You are our god, and you must care about us. We will die without the land, and you are not worthy of being called a 'god'!"

"...I understand." Chaos drifted deeper into the abyss, "I will definitely fulfill my duty."

"Hmph..." The priest was still very angry, "Deeper... there is no sunlight there, so what if we open it up. Forget it, at least we can use it to lock it up in the future."

As for Chaos, it is still dutifully devouring the black mist of the abyss and building new protective walls. Just like yesterday, like the day before yesterday, and like every day since being brought back by the priest. He is the revered demon god and the only hope for his people...

……

……

"Mo Bei!"

"!!!" Mo Bei heard it, it was the call of the wanderer. His A Liu came to find him!

The illusion shattered.

With the elemental power of wind and fire condensed in his palm, Mo Bei punched out.

The fire burned fiercely inside the heart, ruthlessly breaking open a crack. The control of the water element followed closely, and a gap opened in his heart.

The outer layer is a constantly tightening atmosphere of chaos, with only a few rays of light falling. However, Mo Bei saw the wanderer through the gap, and saw the wind and thunder.

His pupils lit up, and flames formed in Mo Bei's hands.

"Continue to compress until - enough to break the wall!!"

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"boom!!"

There was a loud sound, and flames shot out from the cracks in the wall made of chaos.

The tentacles shrank in fear, and the group that entangled the wanderers quickly disappeared into the shadows.

Mo Bei and the wanderer looked at each other for a moment and then staggered. The other party was so frightened that he hugged him quickly.

A soft touch came, and the wanderer kissed the end of Mo Bei's eyes.

"It's okay, I'm..."

Even his voice was trembling.

Mo Bei stretched out his hand and touched the end of his eyes.

……