"So this is what Lockmarton left behind."
Hao Ren said emotionally as he took the faintly glowing "substance" from Tunala the songstress.
It was a shimmering fragment the size of a fist. The whole fragment had a hazy texture like a cloud of thin smoke, but it was completely opaque and had a certain weight. Even with Hao Ren's knowledge, he could not tell if it was real or not. At the same time, even though the owner of the fragment had died, it was still expanding and shrinking in a regular pattern, as if it still retained the characteristics of life.
The silvery spider silk wrapped around the fragment but did not touch it. It was like a loosely structured cocoon, and the fragment was floating in the center of this' cocoon '.
The spider silk isolated the energy exchange between the fragment and the outside world. This was just in case.
"It's like the physical 'image' left behind by an extremely powerful soul." Anthony, who had some research on the soul, said while stroking his beard. "Lockmarton's power is really incredible. If we could not directly borrow the power of the goddess to attack it, it would be a big threat to ordinary inspectors."
Tunalar the songstress paced two steps, and her eight elegant and slender spider legs seemed to dance rhythmically. "When I attacked it, I felt a 'recoil' similar to the power of a true god, which is consistent with the information you mentioned, Bomb Maniac. Others may not feel it as clearly as I do, but basically, they all have the same feeling. "
Tunalar was an inspector with similar experience as the Dragon Queen. As a demigod who had ascended from a spider, she had excellent perception, which was an enhancement and extension of her racial talent in the past.
"Ahem … Ms. Tunalar, my name is Hao Ren, not Bomb Ren." Hao Ren coughed awkwardly and looked at the songster seriously. He seriously suspected that she did it on purpose. "If the vague impression I interpreted from the Tablet of Commandments is correct, Lockmarton does have part of the divinity of a true god. It just lacks the key information flow and the real control of this part of the divinity. It can't be called a true god yet."
Tunalar crossed her arms. Her red, gloomy eyes were more slender than a human's, but they glowed with interest. "Is that so? Interesting. When you get back, send me a copy of your research materials. I like to collect knowledge in this area. "
"Maybe there will be some results now." Hao Ren fiddled with the spider silk on the shimmering fragment. "You two help me. Guard it."
Tunalar was stunned. "Guard? What do you mean? "
Anthony, who had a lot of communication with Hao Ren, had some understanding of Bomb Ren. The old mage suddenly remembered several special abilities of Hao Ren that he had seen in the database. "Are you going to read Lockmarton's memory directly from the fragment?"
"The body is dead, and the soul is only a fragment. This thing shouldn't be that dangerous." Hao Ren smiled and waved the 'cocoon' in his hand. "Ms. Tunalar, how do I open this thing?"
"You can just call me Tunala. We're the same unit. Adding 'Ms.' sounds a little strange," Tunala said with a smile. She then swiped her hand across the 'cocoon', and the spider silk seal that required a powerful energy cutting device to break immediately cracked open. "I've probably guessed what you're going to do. Don't worry. Anthony and I will keep an eye on you. To be honest, I'm quite interested in your legendary mind-reading ability."
Hao Ren calmed himself down and slowly reached for the fragment of Lockmarton.
He felt that his fingers had come into contact with a cold and constantly rotating mass of air. The further inside the air mass was, the denser it became. When his fingers reached about two centimeters in, the density had reached a point where it could not be easily penetrated.
A slight dizziness hit him, and then a large number of ancient memories that were unknown years old surged into his mind like a surging tide …
At first, it was a hazy light. Then, there was a shaking object in the light. The shaking image gradually distinguished into different details, and then gradually became clear. It turned into a red sea and a monotonous sky.
The monotonous sky and sea lasted for a long time until a special individual suddenly appeared.
It was a figure rising from the red sea. She was shrouded in a layer of mist. Perhaps it was the memory of the past that blurred her face, or perhaps it was something more mysterious, Hao Ren could not see the figure's face clearly. But as soon as the figure appeared, Hao Ren knew who 'she' was.
From Lockmarton's perspective, the figure quickly approached him. She seemed to be very surprised and excited. She kept turning in a circle for a full dozen times before a voice rang directly in Hao Ren's mind. No, in Lockmarton's mind.
"Ah! It's moving! It's moving! I did it! I did it! "
Great joy spread along the spiritual connection, and this emotion became the first emotion in Lockmarton's memory: joy.
The birth of life was worthy of joy.
"You'll be with me from now on!" The figure that Lockmarton understood as' mother 'quickly said, "I want to give you a name … A name is necessary, it's very useful!"
Although it was a name, in fact, his mother had racked her brains for a long time but could not come up with a name because she did not seem to understand what a 'name' was.
It was given the name 'Lockmarton' after the glowing fireball flew in the sky thousands of times.
Slowly, Lockmarton learned a lot about his mother and the process of his birth.
'Mother' seemed to be the only life in this world — not counting himself who was born later.
She had been living in this place for many, many years. She did not know where she came from, nor did she know where she should go. Her mother had never been able to tell where she came from, and she did not understand why there was no one else like her in the whole world. She wandered around in this boundless red ocean, aimlessly and doing nothing. Before she came up with the good idea of 'making a gadget to accompany me', her biggest hobby was lying on the surface of the sea and watching the movement of the sun and the stars at night. Watching the movement of the sun was the most boring thing because it was always the same. Watching the stars was a little more interesting because there were many stars and they were always changing.
Occasionally, something even more interesting would happen: a burning rock would suddenly fall from the sky and create a huge splash on the surface of the sea.
His mother could be excited for thousands of days and nights because of these splashes.
But watching the stars and waiting for the meteorites to fall on the water was not very interesting. His mother finally began to get tired, bored, and depressed by the growing sense of loneliness.
After a long time, she finally decided to make something that could accompany her, something similar to her, or at least something that could move and communicate with her.
She failed many times, and finally, after a lot of fiddling, she finally succeeded in making it. Lockmarton.
A wriggling, ignorant piece of meat.
This was how Lockmarton was born.
In some wonderful, detached perspective, Hao Ren saw Lockmarton in his' childhood '.
It was a small dark red piece of meat, only the size of a human head, with no organs and no symmetry. It floated lazily and ignorantly on the surface of the water. Sometimes it was held in his mother's arms, and it communicated with his mother with clumsy grunts and trembles.
His mother took it to travel around the whole 'world'. They chased storms in the red ocean, chased the sun, observed the stars, went to the bottom of the sea to find glowing cracks, and even went into the cracks to explore the burning lava. They also found a small piece of land on the surface of the sea, which was the only land in the whole 'world'. His mother built a small house on it with stones, and the open space around the house was filled with his mother's collection: stone flakes, crystals, and the metal cores left by the stones that fell from the sky.
In Lockmarton's most primal memories, everything had a warm feeling.
However, after countless years of accumulation and wear and tear, many of Lockmarton's memories had long faded away. Hao Ren read Lockmarton's memories. Except for the deep joy at the beginning, most of the contents were empty and cold.
It coldly recorded these extremely ancient things, like an emotionless machine, storing these memories in the corner of its soul.
In the memory, it gradually grew up.
His mother also gradually grew up.
His mother slowly discovered some of her own powers, and began to master them bit by bit, trying them out.
She seemed to feel that her child should also learn these skills, so she injected her divine power into Lockmarton's body.
After that, the memory became colder and paler.
The power of the gods was too powerful a toy for Lockmarton, and it was deeply fascinated by it.
It began to squander these powers, and whatever the consequences of these powers — creation or destruction — would make it satisfied.
It gradually became dissatisfied with its mother's control, dissatisfied with this monotonous world.
His mother liked to observe the stars, and thus came up with the idea of going to those stars. She learned how to go into space, and even flew around the surface of the big glowing fireball in the sky. When she came back, she told Lockmarton that it was a very, very bright place.
Lockmarton felt that this was an opportunity, an opportunity to leave this monotonous red planet, so it became obedient again, hoping to follow its mother to explore the stars.
The memory became colder, and even the moving images were gradually covered with a layer of black fog.
It seemed that something terrible had happened during that expedition, and it would explain why Lockmarton was completely distorted, and some of the secrets of the goddess of creation. And this memory was buried very deep.
Hao Ren continued to dive into the depths of the memory.
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