Upon seeing the feathered serpent entrenched in the depths of the black fog and the face at the top of its mountain-like body, Aztec was first taken aback before his forehead twitched. It was as though someone had struck his Sun acupoint with a chisel, splitting his head into two.
Amidst the intense pain, a series of disjointed images suddenly popped up in his mind.
It was a feathered serpent's face that looked identical to him. Even the minute details were identical.
It was a silent land with countless pale corpses.
It was a cloud formed from the skulls of different races that floated in midair.
It was a pitch-black segmented tentacle that drilled out of the ground. At the tip of the tentacle were eyes that resembled dead fish.
He was forcefully pulled out of his transparent Spirit Body.
After these flashing scenes, a pair of pale-white eyes with flames that were about to be extinguished looked over. A white feather that was stained with pale yellow oil fluttered down, slicing Aztec's transparent Spirit Body into two.
A portion of it suddenly flew up and entered the "cloud of skulls," while the remaining portion fused with a golden accessory that appeared out of thin air. Amidst the pale-white flames, it returned to its body of flesh and blood.
This scene was like Thor's sledgehammer, striking Aztec's mind again and again. He could no longer endure the pain as he raised his hand to cover his head. His knees gradually went limp as he knelt on the stairs.
He finally recalled everything and understood the reason why he kept dying and reviving, as well as the reason why he kept losing his memories and regaining them again and again.
His soul wasn't complete!
Similarly, Aztec also understood why the feathered serpent deep in the black fog that suppressed the entire space had the same face as him.
That's him!
That's another Aztec Eggers!
And all of this stemmed from a hidden attempt by Death before he perished.
With the Suturing of the Soul, there was naturally the Splitting of the Spirit. At that moment, the crazy and powerful Death seemed to have foreseen his end. Unwilling to die just like that, he secretly split up his child, the Balam Empire's Death Consul's soul. He took away half of it and used an item as a replacement to sew it together with Aztec's soul.
It was unknown if it was Death's deliberate arrangement or if it was the unintentional influence of the Charismatic Order's Artificial Death project, but the half of Aztec's soul that had been taken away had fused with Artificial Death's goal — the Uniqueness of his pathway. This allowed the latter to obtain a certain level of instinct and began to actively influence High-Sequence Beyonders of the Corpse Collector pathway who had failed their advancement.
As for the other half, although there was a replacement and it was no longer incomplete, due to the incomplete soul, it could only die and be resurrected again and again, just like a Sequence 4 Undying. And under the influence of the golden accessory in his body and the call of the other half of his soul, Aztec, who began a new life, would gradually regain his past memories with the passage of time.
In the past, Aztec had attempted to figure out the reason, but due to the natural recovery of most of his memories, he was already very close to death again and again. He didn't have the time to explore it. Furthermore, the Charismatic Order's Artificial Death project had only been proposed a few centuries ago. It was only recently that there were preliminary results, so he had never found an answer.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At some point in time, Aztec's hands had left his head and were propped up on the stairs below. Following that, an inhuman sound came out of his throat.
Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and hit the stone slabs in front of him, staining them with a layer of pale yellow oil stains and producing fine white hair.
At this moment, he felt the call and desire of the other half of his soul. The two "selves" that had been separated for more than a thousand years couldn't wait to merge back into one and become whole again.
"No …" Aztec muttered in pain. He didn't want to raise his head or stretch out his right hand.
He had seen very clearly that he, who had transformed into a feathered serpent, didn't have a shred of rationality. He was filled with extreme coldness and madness. If he were to become one with the other party, he would probably immediately return to his former state as a Death Consul. He might even become a fake Death that only had godhood and no humanity left!
Then, he would forget everything, forget everyone he had once cherished.
"No …" Aztec uttered another word. He couldn't help but raise his neck bit by bit as pitch-black and cold scales appeared on it.
His forehead suddenly protruded as if it had a life of its own. It split open, revealing a bloody gash.
A golden beam of light appeared out of nothingness and took form in his flesh and blood.
It was an ancient accessory that seemed to be forged from gold. It had the appearance of a slender bird with pale-white flames surrounding it. Inside its bronze eyes, there were layers of light that formed a mysterious and illusory door.
As soon as it appeared, Azik growled in pain and raised his head completely. Two pale-white flames ignited in his eyes that had seen the vicissitudes of life.
Deep in the black fog, the illusory yet corporeal feathered serpent straightened its body and peeked out its head. Two identical faces of different sizes silently looked at each other in silence.
Amidst the four pale-white flames, Aztec, who had his hands on the ground, struggled to stand up bit by bit with a warped expression. He slowly walked towards the feathered serpent that was known as Artificial Death.
As he approached, the entire mausoleum began to tremble. The surroundings turned transparent as it reflected a World with countless skeletons and shadows.
Bloody arms, bluish-black vines with baby faces, and slippery tentacles with dead fish eyes or two rows of sharp teeth tore through the boundary between the real and the illusory. They reached into the mausoleum, but they stuck to the ground, not daring to move.
…
East Balam, Kolain City.
Daly Simone, who was rushing to her next target, suddenly stopped in her tracks as she raised her hand to the side of her head.
"What's wrong?" the captain of the Red Gloves team, Sostel, asked in puzzlement.
Daly frowned slightly as she replied dreamily, "I heard a strange sound and felt a summoning that came from an unknown location … I even wanted to kneel on the ground …"
"I heard a strange voice, I felt a call from an unknown place … I even wanted to kneel on the ground …"
Just as Leonard Mitchell shook his head, he heard the slightly aged voice in his mind say,
Just as Leonard Mitchell was shaking his head, he heard the slightly-aged voice in his mind say,
"Look in the direction of the Berserk Sea."
Leonard subconsciously turned around and looked at the port, looking at the Berserk Sea in the distance. All he saw was pure darkness. There were no strong winds, no giant waves, no dark clouds, no lightning, no rain, and no sunlight.
…
Although Klein's eyes were closed, his outstanding senses could still detect the movements around him. He heard the painful whispers and roars that seemed to be coming from Mr. Aztec, and he sensed the almost tangible sense of silence and death.
What happened? Although the Artificial Death deep in the mausoleum didn't attack Mr. Aztec, it affected him negatively? Thoughts flashed through Klein's mind. He was anxious and flustered.
His spiritual intuition told him that what was about to happen wasn't something he wanted to see!
However, he couldn't think of anything he could do. He didn't even dare to open his eyes and look at Mr. Aztec's current state and encounter.
This wasn't a problem that could be resolved with courage alone. This was a difference in level, a difference that couldn't be made up for.
At that instant, Klein felt a strong sense of helplessness, but he didn't give up. He tried his best to think of what he could use.
Creeping Hunger? No, this isn't even on the same level. It won't be of any use …
Death Knell? Even worse …
Ge Rosell's Travels? I didn't bring it … Dark Emperor card, Tyrant card, I didn't bring it either …
Fate Siphon Charm … Yes, Fate Siphon Charm!
Klein was delighted as he already had an idea.
That was to use the Fate Siphon Charm to temporarily swap his and Mr. Aztec's fates, allowing him to suffer the effects of Artificial Death in his place!
At the very least, I still have a chance of being revived. As for Mr. Aztec's previous deaths, who knows if he can awaken again under such circumstances! Klein didn't consider if the Fate Siphon Charm would be effective against Aztec and Artificial Death. All he thought was that he had to give it a try no matter what. He suddenly raised his right hand and reached into his pocket.
Then, his movements became hesitant.
His arm lifted up a little, then fell back to its original position.
His entire body froze for a moment, as though he had become a statue carved from stone.
Klein's lips quivered a few times as his expression warped in an indiscernible manner. Following that, he suddenly swung his right arm and pulled his palm out of his pocket.
In his palm was a charm that resembled a black crystal card.
At the same time, Aztec was getting closer to the mountain-like illusory feathered serpent. His footsteps were getting faster, as though he was returning to his throne.
However, his eyes under the pale-white flames were filled with pain as his expression warped to the extreme.
"No …" Aztec muttered once again. On the exposed parts of his body, between the gaps of his pitch-black scales, white feathers stained with yellow oil grew out.
The intense cry and desire made him lose control of himself. He wanted to soar into the sky and leap towards the gigantic feathered serpent that had his face on it.
The pale-white flames on the bird-shaped accessory on his forehead suddenly spread out and flowed to other parts of his body.
Klein's spiritual intuition warned him frantically as he hurriedly chanted a word in ancient Hermes:
"Fate!"
Just as he was about to use the charm, his surroundings suddenly fell silent.
A slender and fair female palm appeared out of thin air and pressed down on the golden bird-shaped accessory on Aztec's forehead.
A figure then outlined itself between Aztec and the mountain-like illusory feathered serpent, cutting off the two's approach.
With the help of external forces, Aztec finally resisted the desire to fuse as one and the irresistible cry. The pale-white flames in his eyes "reflected" the figure floating in midair.
It was a beautiful lady wearing a classic robe and a black hood. Her face was expressionless, and her eyes were dark but lacked spirituality.
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