The wind was howling, but the woman's soft words were not blown away.
When the group heard Deng Ximei say that, they felt something was wrong. Gu Jun's heart shook and he pulled himself together to say, "Ah Mei, don't! Don't try to stop the ritual by killing yourself … That will only backfire because the most important part of this ritual is your death … "
'Suicide? ' Wu Shiyu and Peacock panicked. Uncle Dan and the rest rushed forward to stop her.
"Death will not solve anything …" Gu Jun said with difficulty, "Only by staying alive will there be hope …"
"Everyone, I am not trying to kill myself." Deng Ximei smiled at them. "But I do wish to stop this ritual. This ritual is connected to Lydia. With Lydia in this world, the ritual will be more powerful. But I am not Lydia, I am not someone else, I am Deng Ximei. "
The group did not quite get what she meant but Gu Jun thought of another possibility. "No, Ah Mei!"
This anxiety was like a key. Suddenly, some memories surged in his mind … It was a memory of his childhood. Some children were playing and chasing each other. He saw himself, playing with building blocks with a weak little girl, building their castle …
This frail little girl, he once said he would protect her.
"I was once a prisoner!" Deng Ximei's eyes widened as she walked towards the hill. Her slender body was as straight as a pagoda.
Gu Jun understood, she was trying to shatter his Heart Barrier!
Uncle Dan and the rest had no idea what was happening but they saw Deng Ximei's expression change. It was like a flower blooming and wilting.
"Today, I am also wearing shackles …" Deng Ximei said as images flashed across her mind. When she was young, she was trapped inside a building. When she was older, she was trapped in the wilderness. She saw people die horribly, she saw madness, she saw darkness, she saw fear …
She saw how a little girl made up imaginary friends for herself, she saw how a young girl made up stories for herself.
She saw how she surrounded herself with layers of Heart Barrier.
Protect yourself, but also bury yourself.
"But now, I want to break all these shackles." Deng Ximei raised her hands and stared at the dark night in her memory without flinching. She used a thick hemp rope to end the lives of the two people who were closest to her. Her face was twisted and her spirit was on the verge of collapse as a result of the great pain.
But she had to face her true self, even if it was an ugly truth.
She was Deng Ximei, not Lydia, she was not the person Gu Jun imagined.
She was born in sin and grew up in darkness, but she was willing to burn like a blazing sun in her heart.
With a rumble, the barrier collapsed. Deng Ximei almost lost her balance. Countless memories, images, and sounds exploded in her mind. The past was so clear that it was about to drown out everything in the present. She steeled her trembling heart and suddenly shouted, "This is another play, also called 'Man'!"
'Ah Mei …' Gu Jun could feel the explosion. At that moment, she was experiencing the collapse of her mental world.
This kind of destruction and collapse also destroyed the special connection between her and Lydia. She was not Lydia, Lydia did not exist in this world.
A stronger gust of wind blew across the wilderness. Everyone could feel the wind carrying away the stagnant feeling and the surroundings seemed to have calmed down …
The flesh monsters that were closing in let out a series of sharp screams, and a few of them even exploded as if they had suffered a heavy blow. Using this opportunity, Bell and the rest led the soldiers to fire at the monsters before them. The ground was littered with smoking chunks of flesh. The situation was tipping in Bell's favor.
The ritual was weakened by Deng Ximei's action.
"I … I'm fine now …" The strange pain on Wu Shiyu's face disappeared. She felt like her face had returned to normal.
Gu Jun pulled his feet out from a swamp. His consciousness stabilized and the scene on the other side of the hill blurred.
The cultists around the stone monument on the hill were in a mess. Even the chanting stopped, and the red robes' withered faces changed.
They did not expect Deng Ximei to have so many tricks up her sleeves. They did not expect her to be so stubborn …
At the same time, Deng Ximei swayed. She was about to collapse to the ground but she was caught by Uncle Dan and the rest. Her beautiful face was completely reddish-purple. Her originally clear eyes were now bloodshot, and her lips were cyanotic. Her consciousness seemed to be blurred.
"Miss Deng, hang in there!" Uncle Dan shouted as he gave her emergency treatment. "Quick, Cardiotonic Injection!"
After Xue Ba, another Phecda member collapsed. His fate was uncertain.
"Ah …" Gu Jun tried his best to focus. He tried to regain control of this body. He wanted to break these shackles …
But at that moment, the scene on the other side of the hill became clearer. Another voice echoed in his heart.
You guys really surprise us, time and time again … But you guys were nurtured by us, weren't you …
How can the power of ignorance compare to the true power of greatness … No, we're not saying that we're …
Even without Lydia, it would not matter because the Son of Misfortune is here. Once the abyss descends, the dead can be reborn!
Gu Jun saw the cultists from Afterlife Cult who were chanting the Conqueror Worm walk into the black whirlpool. A few of the red robes walked in as well. They were increasing the sacrifice to increase the power of the ritual. Gu Jun's mental power was once again suppressed … Gu Jun watched as the cultists walked into the black whirlpool.
He was sucked into the swamp again. The black mud pulled him deeper into the abyss. The dark energy inside him roiled like a tsunami.
Death … Misfortune … Aren't they beautiful things?
Aren't they a kind of transcendence to end the mundane?
At that moment, dark red flesh leaked out from the carved patterns on the giant stone plaque and seeped into the soil. At the same time, in the wilderness, more people in black robes appeared beside the wilted trees. They were all holding Carlot Scalpels. Once again, they covered the entire area.
The people who thought they were close to victory grimaced. Lou Xiaoning cursed, "F * ck, there's no end to these things …"
The new black robes removed their hoods to reveal their faces. They looked like the withered face, but at the same time, they looked like Gu Jun's face.
Gu Jun felt a sharp pain in his heart. He suddenly understood something.
The answer to the question that had troubled him for so long had always been inside the mirror.
The withered face was the face of the Son of Misfortune. It was only because the face of the foreign civilization was placed on the face of a homo sapiens that it looked so strange.
Afterlife Cult, this organization …
"Oh great Son of Misfortune," the voice said, "Shouldn't you know this already?"
We are all your servants. Since we were in the other world, we have been your servants. There is no Afterlife Cult, it has always been Afterlife Cult.
Freud Lenton, it was you who performed the miracle of resurrection. It was you who destroyed Carlott College. It was you who forced us to abandon the Goddess of Life. It was you who allowed us to see the real God. It was you who guided us to other worlds and it was you who ordered us to summon you to other worlds.
We have abandoned our faith, but if necessary, we will worship it.
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