Immorton

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"As a priest, I blasphemed the gods; as a warrior, I betrayed the king. I bear the responsibility for all these crimes, but, the punishment of 3000 years of insect bite..."

This article is a fan of the novel "Infinite Horror".

Cover in English and translation (for the character's experience in the original movie):

It's fair to say hediditall for love, avery humane motion that finally betrayed him.

To be fair, everything he does is for love - that very human feeling that ends up betraying him.He's a purely tragic, uncannily sympathetic, supernatural villain.For the eternal romantic destination, Imerton has endured centuries of torture.

In addition, movies, novels, character photos... All rights and interests belong to their respective creators, and I just borrowed it to make up a story.

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Search keywords: Protagonist: Emerton┃Supporting role: Original character┃Others: Unlimited

Immorton

Author: Hongye*

Outside one

Another article——If Imerton, the priest in Infinite Terror, is transmigrated

(This is the idea of ​​volunteering to be the material of Mr. L's stew: I just know that it will be boring without Daxulan, but I really didn't expect to be so empty and depressed that I need to relieve myself...)

The shock that reaches the soul of the living is swept across the sky and the earth, calling it back from the endless void.

The world has changed.

In the darkness, memory fragments that do not belong to each other rotate like stars, and it feels dizzy.Immediately afterwards, an irresistible appetite hit.It instinctively stretched out its hand, vaguely remembering that this was a futile move that had been repeated countless times, however, the obstacle in front of it flew out, and it could no longer stop its pace.

The world is dark red.Infrared imaging is the ability of night vision—a strange thought flashed—then, inexplicably frightened: Am I not a human? !It suddenly turned its head to look, and there was an empty coffin standing there, with the lid lying far away.So it sighed reassuringly—well, it's a human, but it's just a fake corpse...

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Fraud? !Ah, I'm dead...?It raised its eyes blankly, the statue of the god was high above, and the elegant and pious prayers immediately passed through the mind like flowing water, this calm and proud feeling was so familiar, something was about to emerge... But at this moment, it went deep into the bone marrow The pain, struggle and despair poured down from the bottom of my heart, and instantly washed away all memories and thinking, leaving only pure and strong hunger.

It followed the smell of food, and the beetles kept crawling out, gathering in the passage in front of it—now, its will was their instinct.

"It's so disgusting~~" a weak-minded girl who finally came out complained delicately.

"Who said that?" Another consciousness that appeared after that sneered darkly and viciously, "They feed on my flesh and blood, don't they want to pay the price? Now they belong to me!"

Feed on my flesh and blood—the footsteps stopped suddenly, and the kneecaps "creaked".It lowered its head to look at itself, the cloth straps were wrapped around its body, the broken threads were messy, the remaining muscles were still a little wet, the cross section was not smooth, and there were dense fine scratches on the bones—insect bites, it turned out to be insect bites... …

After a moment of silence, screams and cries of pain sounded in my mind at the same time: "Mummy!" Then there were two more shouts: "Unlucky Priest!" "I am Emerton!"

Imerton felt that he was facing the crest of the Nile—he was washed by a torrent of words.This alien soul can't remember his own origin, but keeps expressing his confusion and dissatisfaction with the status quo with completely unfamiliar vocabulary, and predicts his unlucky future without any basis, and can't provide any accurate and useful information... …his head was expanding round and round—so real was it that he half-witted that he was still alive.There was nothing he could do about it, he had to try to ignore the chatter in his consciousness as much as possible...he almost succeeded...and suddenly the wailing exploded: "Ahhh~~ what to do, what to do! If you fall in love, the president of the needle eye~~”

Knowing that it was useless, he still yelled in his consciousness: "Shut up!" He was answered with a few louder screams and the feeling of being pushed back.He came back to his senses and found that the undead's instinct had driven it to catch up with a few living people - the breath on them made it go crazy with hunger - these people howled and fired strange short arrows, and at the same time started to turn and run away .Then, seeing the familiar beautiful face - but not the one he longed to see, he walked towards her, hoping to get some clues and news, but only had time to say Ansuna's name, and she ran away screaming , and then he was knocked to the ground by those short arrows.

A strange-looking person came up and continued to shoot at him continuously—he began to feel that those things could not be called arrows, they directly burned his soul, although the damage was very slight, it was easy to heal.After a while, the man stopped his useless attacks and retreated.

He was lying on the ground, waiting for his body to recover, and then, he heard a long sigh from the back of his mind that had just calmed down. The voice that had been panicked and nervous said something he still couldn't understand in a melancholy and helpless voice: " Emerton, I just thought that you are a very, very unlucky big devil, so I will die with you next time, and there is no escape anyway... Who knew that I could visit Lu Zhishen with Wei Jie's face when I passed through ...It turns out that when we die, you still have to be the unlucky younger brother of the brave..."

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Inscription and Prologue

Inscription

Love is Strange.

Itis justaphysiologicalprocess, whichissupposedtopromotethesurvivingofourspecies, yetitissosweetthatitoftenbecomesdestructive, toodestructive……

Sometimes, people choose to defy it, resisting its sheer force withhiron will. But, even when they succeed...

It still leaves s car on the soul.

ByImhotep

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Love, is strange.

It's supposed to be a biological response to the continuation of our race, yet it's so sweet that it often has the power to destroy, to destroy everything...

There are situations where people choose to resist, to reject its sheer attraction with an iron will.But, even when they manage to do so...

It still scars the soul.

——Imorton

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2008 years.

dubai.

A few Chinese tourists came out of the splendor and splendor of the Burj Al Arab, somewhat sluggish—they were successful people and white-collar elites, but they just rationally bought tickets to see the luxury here.The youngest among them took a deep breath and was about to speak when his eyes suddenly changed.

Slantingly, a woman dressed in local style walked towards her. In places where tourists gather, this kind of attire with only her eyes exposed is rare.However, those eyes suddenly fell into his heart somehow.She passed the group of them far away and walked towards the door of the hotel. The black dress seemed to be floating in the sea breeze.His eyes followed her steps, and he was patted on the shoulder unexpectedly. He turned around in surprise, and the person next to him lowered his voice: "They are from a foreign country, they are...be careful." He immediately said with a smile: "Hey, I forget my form for a while, I forget my form for a while, I'm sorry." I took a few steps and followed everyone.

After a few gossips, he finally couldn't help it, slowed down and turned his head to look.A man in traditional Arabic dress stood beside her, and the two were about to get into the car—the first time he had seen a real car of this brand.With one last deep look, he turned and caught up with his companion, joining the conversation and drifting away.

This city on the Persian Gulf is the afterglow of the golden age of finance, and at this moment, it is in its prime.Red men and dolls, tourists like weaving, eyes intertwined, I don't know how many encounters like this have happened without a formal meeting.It won't be long before he will forget today's encounter, maybe never again