Bobota was still talking to himself. He was so immersed in his own world that he didn't even notice that his skin was cracking under the scorching sun. At the same time, a large amount of stinky liquid mixed with green pus and sweat dripped down from his body and was evaporated by the scorching sand. The air was filled with a rotten smell.
Five minutes later, Bobota finally stopped talking. He saw his cracked skin and evaporated flesh all over his body.
"Why didn't I notice? Did I lose my sense of smell and pain? Am I going to collapse? "
Bobota's eyes were filled with complicated emotions. There was confusion, fear, and terror.
Even though he had imagined the scene of his death countless times and had prepared himself for it, when it really came to this moment, he still felt fear and trepidation.
For some people, death wasn't the end. It was a symbol of freedom. But for Bobota, death meant that his soul would be imprisoned by the demon god forever. How could he not be afraid when he thought about the possibility of losing his soul forever?
Bobota even considered destroying his soul, but he didn't have the courage to do so. Besides, he couldn't do it under the restriction of the demon god's contract.
Now, he could only watch as the flesh and blood on his body evaporated, and finally, he walked towards death.
Death was inevitable. After a long period of fear, Bobota finally accepted his fate. His eyes were filled with regret and guilt, but they all turned into helplessness and relief.
When he felt his body getting weaker and weaker, and he couldn't watch the flashbacks anymore, Bobota finally walked out of the rainforest called "self".
"It's almost time, sir." Bobota looked at Angor and spoke in a soft voice.
Angor nodded in response to Bobota's question.
"I've been living a miserable life. Most of my time, I've been looking for something and losing it. " Bobota continued, "At first, my sister and I relied on each other for survival. We couldn't see what we wanted to do, so we lived in confusion. Later, I found my goal in the legacy left by my ancestors, which was to restore the glory of the Origin Race. I really thought I had found my goal. I didn't expect that after I found my so-called target, I would lose my most beloved sister. "
"After that, I began to look for my sister, for the future, and for the way to give me power. But I also lost my sense of self, my soul, and my heart.
"After going through so much, I now realize that the most peaceful moment of my life was actually the period when I had no goals … Also, these few months when I stayed in Milord's bracelet." Bobota gave a self-deprecating smile. "The former meant that you didn't have to worry about your goal, while the latter meant that you couldn't reach your goal.
"Now, it seems that I've been chasing after a dream all my life. I prefer to live a carefree life.
"But I've lost my chance."
Bobota fell into a long silence, as if he was trying to reconcile himself with his past. After a long while, he continued, "Sir, thank you for taking care of me during this time."
Angor simply stared at Bobota and waited for him to say something.
"This morning, I was lucky enough to give birth to another Metamorphosis Larva. I've isolated it in the nest. Also, I've recorded my findings on the larvae I studied with my sister and put it on the table. You can read it whenever you want, sir. "
Bobota continued, "Metamorphosis Larvae don't need expensive care, but they can still die if left alone for too long. Therefore, if my lord still intends to continue breeding Soft Transformation Worms, please find someone to replace me as soon as possible after my death. "
"Also, if the broodmother isn't constantly stimulated, she will lose the ability to give birth to new Metamorphosis Larvae. But if you do it too often, it will consume her lifespan. Too much is as bad as too little. "
Bobota talked a lot about the Metamorphosis Larvae so that he could ignore the fact that his body was about to collapse.
Angor looked at Bobota's rotting body and nodded. "I see."
He paused and looked at Bobota. "Do you have anything else to say?"
Bobota paused for a moment. "My sister always told me not to trouble you for her sake, sir. But in the end, I still can't let go of her. I can't take care of her anymore. If you can help her, I'll be happy. "
"Flowey helped me before, so I'll do my best to help her, whether it's in terms of benefits or feelings."
"Thank you." Bobota tried to smile at Angor, but as soon as he did so, a piece of skin and flesh fell off from his mouth.
"What else do you want to say?"
Bobota considered. "Apart from my sister, I also care about Dodoro."
When Dodoro was mentioned, Bobota paused as if he had thought of something. "I was going to —" He shook his head. "But never mind. Dodoro has his own plans. Maybe I shouldn't force him to carry out my dreams and the burden of the Baiyuan Clan.
I just hope that Dodoro can live. He's the last survivor of the Baiyuan Clan. Even if he can't become the hope of the Eternal Night, I don't want him to die in despair. "
Bobota glanced at Angor. "But I don't think I need to worry about that. Besides, I'm sure you'll find the best path for Dodoro. After all, you're Dodoro's most unforgettable idol. "
The skin on Bobota's body had completely collapsed by the time he finished speaking. He looked like a ghoul who was skinned alive in a lab. It was a horrible sight.
"It's about time." Angor considered for a moment.
Bobota lowered his head and looked at his internal organs and bones. "I must be very ugly right now. Thank goodness my sister didn't see this." He said in a self-deprecating tone.
"Thank you, sir. Farewell." Bobota spoke in a soft voice that only he could hear.
With that, Bobota closed his eyes.
He could see that he was only one step away from death.
His mind space, which did not exist in the real world, also began to crack. At the same time, a thick cloud of black mist drifted out from the crack.
When the black fog dispersed, a circle of light appeared in the middle of the black fog.
It looked like a total solar eclipse.
It was the Abyssal Mark, the true name of the Abyssal Lord.
The last time it appeared, it was when Bobota used up all of his potential to fight with the Deep Mark. This time, however, it meant that …
It was time for him to pay the price for breaking the contract.
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