I have become stronger, but also shorter [comprehensive]

"—!"

The pupils that reflected the unexpected picture shrank, and in an instant, the expression of the man whose whole body was pierced by swords changed drastically.

Blood filled with a fishy smell gushed out of his throat again, and suddenly overwhelmed the sound of the words that he wanted to blurt out subconsciously, so that the sentence could not be uttered in the end.

His mind hadn't received the biggest impact until now, but he was suddenly shocked.

The earth that had been watered by the sea of ​​blood into a red mud had now changed color, and the layer of "silt" that surged out was not pure sludge, but was filled with countless bones and piled up continuously.

The same crimson sky pressed down urgently, as if the blood rain that was restlessly stirring inside was approaching.

What a horrible picture.

What a crazy scenario.

He is clearly in the world, but it presents a scene of hell.

There is no way to avoid it, and there is no way to go in and out.As long as you come here, it is equivalent to falling into a completely closed space, and you can only face it alone——

Faced with this pile of corpses and sea of ​​blood that overwhelm the insignificant people like raging waves.

"Bah-"

With a crisp sound, the corners of Eric's clothes were torn apart by several extremely dry hands.

The corpses with faces belonging to "his" people are like dead bones crawling out of the ground.

They don't have a clear consciousness, they just stretch out their arms persistently, ferociously and recklessly, reaching out to their only "King".

After tearing up the most easily touched corners of the clothes, these countless pairs of skinny hands began to try to hook the man's boots with helpless roars.

And wanting to go up, relentlessly grabbing his legs, grabbing all the places on his body that can be caught, and tearing him down...

That's right.

This scene, comparable to a real hell, happened here and now.

Eric should have acted.

With his personality, he can't bear to be stuck on his body by such a dirty thing, pulling him desperately, or is he acting arrogantly to drag him into "hell".

But he continued to grab until his legs were covered with rotten bones, and the dry bones, which were as heavy as a blinding phantom, hit his waist——still did not move.

Scared?

This is absolutely impossible to guess.

Even though it was almost submerged, all kinds of knives and arrows that were still trapped in the deep wound were pulled, causing blood to splash, and the man's figure did not shake in the slightest.

His back is as hard and straight as a pine, his head is slightly raised, and the contours of his face covered by a few shadows are surprisingly cold.

These corpses representing the dead have no consciousness, and what they do is only based on instinct, but they still make sounds.

It was the roar that filled my ears at that time.

If there are other people here, the roar that can be heard is just a simple howl with no meaning at all, and it is nothing but loud.

However, when the same voice fell on the ears of the man trapped here, there was another rhyme.

It's a little more pathetic than a painful vent.

It is more unwilling than a desperate pain report.

Eric miraculously understood the meaning of the erratic howls.

Sure enough, it was a statement, and it was also a piece of prayer, calling, and mourning.

Even if he has already died, the soul of the deceased who has a deep obsession will persistently approach him.

How deep and indelible is the obsession that can drive the numb corpse to make such a resolute and persistent voice?

They "said", O king, you cannot leave.

They "said", O king, it is because of your willfulness that... was destroyed.

【You can't leave. 】

Lifting high and falling heavily, the five fingers of the arm that was the first to hold the man's chest tightly were stripped of flesh, leaving only the gray phalanges.

The corpse with a skeleton-like face said so, and the dark eye holes revealed the gloom.

[Our..., the land of dreams that could not exist, was born because of you. 】

【You bring beauty and happiness to us, you are our guardian, most beloved king. 】

[But, but! 】

All the bones screamed in unison, and the sound waves overlapped together, causing pain far worse than the countless sharp knives piercing the body.

【You left us. 】

【You abandoned us. 】

【It's also you...】

It was this sentence that Eric heard most clearly.

The thousands-year-old remains tell him that he "killed" them.

Although it wasn't killing with his own hands, it was no different from doing it himself.

Because, as the head of a country, a man is selfish and willful.

He abandoned his country and people in distress and left, causing the precarious buildings behind him to collapse, and everyone died for it.

All this is not empty talk, there is proof.

The proof that can convince Eric completely does not come from what others have seen, but must be true, his own memory.

Up to now, although his memory of the final end has not been fully recovered, most of it has been recovered.

What is his does not lie, the truth is what it is.

Eric remembered that he did go back to the past for a certain "prophecy" and established a country.

At first it was a little playful and didn't pay much attention, but later on, he couldn't get away.

It's exactly the same feeling as I got in "Dream".

There is no army in this country, no mandatory rules and beliefs to follow, and the people are like a family. There is no barrier between the king and the common people, and they can make jokes casually.

The existence of such an unruly country relies on the king's overwhelming strength and unreasonable and eclectic character.

A man who has never taken on such a big problem is serious, and he loves the land he protects, and all the people who live on it.

……

Ah, indeed.

Men love them.

But the bones' accusation is not without trace, because Eric found the "truth" that he could not refute now from his past memory.

"His" love, and the maintenance of what one needs to protect, is not false.

But "he" felt extremely exhausted and stressed because of this, which is also real.

Almost no one realizes that "he" is as strong as a mountain that cannot collapse and is difficult to climb, but the strength alone cannot be offset by the ever-lasting fatigue.

The tiredness here doesn't just mean trying to defend a country by yourself.

and also……

Now Eric has been able to appreciate:

The "he" who used to be alone spent too long too long.

The "he" once met too many people and things.

Moreover, no matter whether it is cherished or hated things, they are all left behind, leaving "him" without exception.

What kind of terrible loneliness does a person have to endure while walking aimlessly on the road without end?

Eric may not be able to fully understand the feelings of the man who has been wandering for thousands of years, but he must understand the decision the man made in the end.

"He" was tired.

I don't want to repeat my life again, and I don't want my original bright existence to be slowly worn away by time.

Therefore, such a willful man chose to die willfully.

"He" left behind his responsibilities as a king, and the expectations of the people who trusted him... all.

【You abandoned us. 】

"He" allowed himself to die at the hands of the king of the enemy country.

The king named Solomon was almost watched by "he" to grow up, and in the end he also fulfilled the prophecy, "he" and "his" country were destroyed by Solomon.

【So... Solo... Gate...】

【traitor!Ahhh, odious traitor! 】

Noisy noise, entrained with indescribable anger venting hatred for the owner of that name.

The dead are still asking him why he abandoned them, why he let the traitor's victory go.

Their hatred of "Solomon" is real.

The great guilt he had revived along with his memory was also real.

It is precisely because everything is true and there is no falsehood—Eric cannot refute it, let alone make a response that meets the "normal" standard.

The hollow and dark eyes of the skeleton stared at him, protruding from all directions like eerie thorny white bones, grasping his arms tightly.

From nowhere came a piercing cry, mixed with curses on Solomon.

He also recognized that it was that girl, Antaxia's voice.

It was obviously the words of anger and resentment towards others, but when he heard them, his heart was full of mixed feelings, as if his heart had been hit hard, and he couldn't tell how depressing it was.

Perhaps, this is the crime "he" must bear.

No matter how resolute the mind is, when faced with the "sins" he has committed, he still cannot remain calm.

Eric's heart was even shaken.

For him, this trembling was like a landslide.

【...with us...】

The ghost groaned again, and pulled the silent man deep into the unseen bones.

They have nothing to fear.

Shaking is just the beginning, collapse is the best expected result, and they will continue to remind men:

【Forget it?It's time to think again. 】

[It's all your fault. 】

【You killed us, you must atone for your sin. 】

"Atonement for... sin...?"

I couldn't see the expression of the man who was about to be submerged at this moment, but only heard a voice that was too soft to be heard far away.

The ghosts said yes.The ins and outs are obvious, all tragedies are caused by you, and you must atone.

The man didn't retort.

He admitted it.

And so, the ghost from the past is content.

Continuing to drag the man into the abyss, the wind blowing through the bloody world is like someone's joyful laughter...

No one noticed that in the center of the sea of ​​blood, as if in hell, the movements of every moving corpse stopped at the same time.

The time-freezing pause was not just once, but repeated many times.

By the fourth time, the wobbly pointer finally made the next move.

- Click.

First, an unharmonious sound suddenly appeared.

- Kacha Kacha Kacha Kacha!

Then, it spread completely!

【Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! 】

[It hurts, it hurts, my whole body is cracked! 】

The sound came from the bones piled up into the sea, and with it, there was also a vast cold color that suddenly spread for thousands of meters.

呲la.

The sea of ​​blood instantly turned into a blue sea of ​​ice.

The first bones that could not withstand the explosion of cold air were the circle closest to a certain central point.

It doesn't matter if they're--they're ghosts, or something posing as the dead.

Under the undisguised anger that erupted from the man after forbearance, everything would be reduced to ashes.

"How bold..."

At this time, the person who should have been swallowed by the mighty bones whispered.

The sullenness, which is far more terrifying than the raging waves, is completely hidden in this sentence.

"How dare you fool me."

"How dare you use these out-of-context things to fool me."

--Yes.

—He remembered it all.

The author has something to say: The boss who has seen the prequel will definitely not be bluffed, but the shorty is still bluffed for a short time [really only for a short time]