Star Mech Legend

Mausoleum has no memory of Sijur's death, and he can only speculate from his own and other people's reactions about what O'Meara has done.

He never thought that O'Meara would be so obsessed with that child. O'Meara's doing this was nothing more than a warning to all the gods who wanted to hurt his child, not to let this child disappear, otherwise none of us would be able to return. However, O'Meara probably never thought that after his death, the seven-dimensional star field would directly close the passage.

Lingyuan seemed to have been poured cold water on his head, and his whole body was icy cold, as if he could already see the second ending in Meta's divination.

He had carefully considered that he didn't need to bear the responsibilities and burdens that once belonged to Xijuer, and he wanted to live with Leng Xitang forever.

However, Mehta's prophecy now made him suddenly discover that all his good ideas were too naive and simple.

After a long time, Lingyuan said hoarsely: "How to open the channel of the seven-dimensional starfield?"

Meta's eyes flickered slightly, and said: "Only O'Meara who has obtained all the power of the God of Light can open it."

Ling Yuan wiped his face and said, "I see."

If only O'Meara can do it, then he must return the part of Godhead that belongs to O'Meara.

The day O'Meara's memories all return is the day when he regains the divine power of the God of Light.

Ling Yuan said, "I want to see him with my own eyes."

"Come with me," Mehta said.

Meita led Lingyuan from the teleportation array deep in the temple to another temple. On the way, Lingyuan looked at Meita's back and asked, "Which camp are you standing in?"

Mehta didn't look back, the robe covered with holy stars floated gently.

Mehta's voice was ethereal and clear, but with a vicissitudes of life.

"I stand in a neutral position, which is the same as your two grandfathers. However, when you are in danger, your two grandfathers may help you, but I will not."

Ling Yuan said calmly: "But now, you have already done me a big favor."

Meta's footsteps paused, he chuckled lightly, and said, "How do you know, I'm not helping myself?"

"Help you" Ling Yuan said suspiciously.

Meta opened the portal, walked in and said: "After the fall of the gods, the godheads will be randomly transmitted to all planes in the universe, and not all of them are lucky enough to stay in the one-dimensional star field to the six-dimensional star field." Several core planes of the universe. In this world, apart from the most powerful formations, only true gods can shuttle freely among all the planes of the universe."

Lingyuan was blessed to the heart, but still surprised, said: "You want to return to the plane where you once stayed"

"Of course." Mehta stepped out of the gate of light and shadow and came into a dark hall.

He stopped in the dark place, turned to look at Lingyuan, and said: "My parents, my relatives, my lover, and my friends are all in that plane, but because of O'Meara's descending, Not only me, but all the former gods in different planes have all been called back to the core plane. I think you should be the same."

"Indeed." Ling Yuan nodded, and said: "Our whole family came from the minor plane, but we are active, and you are probably passive."

Lingyuan asked again, "Where's Facia?"

"He helped your grandfather go back to the past and change history, and he has spent too much power." Mehta said: "Until now, he is still in a deep sleep and has not yet awakened."

Facia, who masters reincarnation and is familiar with formations, if he is there, even if the seven-dimensional star field is not opened, he can send Meta away from this place.

Lingyuan thought of the devil ferryman Fuyou again. He didn't know what happened between the two, but Fuyou always hated Facia, and that kind of hatred was far stronger than Sang Lielun's hatred for Liaokong. Much more intense.

To be honest, Ling Yuan would really like to see with his own eyes, the mysterious god among the gods, and the only one who has never fallen and remained absolutely awake.

Being able to not be affected by O'Meara, even among the Ancestral Gods, Facia is an extremely top existence.

"Even if he is still in his prime, I won't leave here." Mehta said suddenly again, and he said slowly: "Everyone has everyone's responsibility, I am the same, O'Meara is the same, and you , it is always the same.”

Ling Yuan heard what he meant, and just said in a low voice: "If the responsibility is to be forced on me by the outside world, I would rather not.

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"But O'Meara is different from you." Mehta said: "You and him are like the two ends of light and darkness. If O'Meara chooses his responsibility, then you, even if you don't want to, can't stop it."

Having said that, neither of them continued to speak.

Lingyuan also probably understands Mehta's thoughts. He wants to travel through the planes and return to his hometown, but only when the seven-dimensional star field is opened can the gods truly return, and Mehta can have the power to travel.

As for the responsibility, Mausoleum doesn’t quite understand what his real responsibility is, is it to be a demon king, to change the fate of monsters, or to have O’Meara’s godhead and do what O’Meara should do as he is now? For example, to prevent the resistance of monsters, and to prevent disputes in this world.

It has to be said that O'Meara's exchange of their fate has made it impossible for Lingyuan to truly recognize his position.

In the past, he could kill gods without any scruples, but now, he can't do that at all.

He already had empathy for race, and the love of his parents made him especially kind.

Lingyuan couldn't tell whether it was good or not, at least for now he couldn't judge.

Leng Xitang was lying on a big bed made of unknown materials, the bed exuded a faint golden light, against which his cheeks looked fair and rosy, as if Leng Xitang had already had sex with O'Meara at this very moment. overlapped.

Ling Yuan gently stroked the side of Leng Xitang's face, and said, "There are prohibitions here."

Mehta stood not far away, and said: "The temple will have a certain impact on his body, the closer he is to the seven-dimensional star field, the more he will be drawn, and at this moment, he is in the memory of the past. "

Lingyuan has also been prepared for this kind of mentality. It is not the first time that Leng Xitang has fallen into a deep sleep, and every time he fell into a deep sleep before, when he wakes up again, he will have the memory of O'Meara.

Ling Yuan withdrew his hand and asked softly, "How long will he be asleep?"

Mehta shook his head: "I don't know, it depends on the depth of the memory he received."

"Will he remember it all?"

Meta was silent for a moment, then said: "It should not be, unless you return all the godhead to him."

The main hall fell into a dead silence again, and even the sound of breathing could not be heard.

After a long time, Ling Yuan said: "You stay here to guard him, I will leave first."

Mehta said: "Your father Ling Sa's status in the Priests Alliance is not low. Now the temple has been torn apart, each with their own selfishness. There are not a few people who know that you are the devil king. You must be more vigilant."

Lingyuan glanced at Meita, and said, "Dongsang and Beikong, which one is the supporter of Nishengmang Star?"

Meta smiled faintly and said, "I know, but I can't say. But I can tell you that your biggest enemy will never be those people. You need to find out the rest by yourself."

Ling Yuan chewed on Mei Ta's words, then gave Leng Xitang a final look, turned and left the temple.

The hall returned to a state of silence, and Mehta stood quietly beside Leng Xitang's bed. The lightless temple could not see any changes in time. After an unknown period of time, the people lying on the bed slowly Opened his eyes.

"You're awake," Mehta said.

Leng Xitang sat up, his face seemed to be wearing a mask, there was no smile at all, his lips were pursed into a line, and he looked more solemn and unattainable.

Meta knew that this person was no longer the simple young man who just came in.

Even this person was no longer O'Meara at all.

"How long has it been?" Leng Xitang asked in a hoarse voice with her forehead closed and her eyes closed.

"There is no time and space within Unbounded, and outside Unbounded, maybe a year has passed, or ten years have passed." Metta lightly closed his eyes, and tapped his astrological rod on the ground, and the black ground immediately surged with clouds and rivers of stars flickered.

Leng Xitang glanced at it, and said: "The sun and the moon rotate 360 ​​times six times, soon, it will only be a big year."

Mehta said softly, "You just fell asleep. The Demon King probably has had trouble sleeping and eating for a whole year."

"It's hard to sleep and eat, but it's only for one year." Leng Xitang stood on the floor with bare feet, and the cold temperature spread to his heart through the soles of his feet.

Leng Xitang looked at the ever-changing stars on the floor, and said, "All my power has been used for the fall and rebirth of the gods. Now I can no longer open the Seven-Dimensional Star Field. If you want to Leave and let Facia help you."

"Fassia has been sleeping for a long time in order to bring everything back to the track of reincarnation."

"You believe him." Leng Xitang said with a half-smile: "The only god who is not affected by any prophecy, as long as reincarnation is still there, he can be awakened even if he sleeps to death. Fuyou, the demon crosser, brought it here for him to see."

"Back then he sealed Fuyou with his own hands. I'm afraid I have to beat Fuyou half to death before I can bring him to Facia."

Mehta laughed and said, "I actually forgot that Facia's power all comes from reincarnation, and all of it is returned to reincarnation."

Reincarnation is always there, and life is endless. The most powerful and special thing about Facia is that as long as there are creatures in this universe, his power will never completely disappear.

The reincarnation of the gods has already started again, and even though Facia had spent a lot of energy to get everything back on track, at this time, the supplements brought to him by reincarnation should have revitalized him.

It seems that Facia is indeed pretending to sleep.

However, when Mehta recovered from the good news, he still found a problem.

He frowned and asked Leng Xitang: "But if you can't open the Seven-Dimensional Star Field, you and this child of Sijur have no chance of surviving."

Unexpectedly, Leng Xitang showed a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth. He lowered his eyes, stroked the swollen abdomen with one hand, and said, "How do you know that this child is not stillborn?"

"Stillborn" Mehta's expression was full of shock.