After the meeting, the ancestor of the tree man still stayed in the temple like a giant shrine in a daze. Perhaps he stood there without thinking every day, which is what a tree should look like.
However, in the hall where the crowd had dispersed, he suddenly saw a figure passing through the side passage, walking towards the depths. There is the entrance to reincarnation.
The first ancestor of the treant immediately got up, chased after the shadow, and finally came to a fluorescent underground spring pool all the way underground.
This place is no longer what it used to be, it has been dressed up as a sacred ritual altar, and it is also the place where all the undead step into reincarnation.
There are ancient story pictures all around, basically belonging to this world.
There are all kinds of people in the painting, and the races are different, but everyone has the imprint of life. The origin of all stories stems from the arrival of a big ship from outside the world.
It was an alchemy ship named Platinum.
Carrying a group of adventurers exploring the end of the world.
The first ancestor of the treant found that figure here, which was the male mermaid who roared at the meeting before. The other party was floating above the water, only the upper body was exposed.
It can be seen that he inserted his hand deeply into his back, and dug out the imprint of the symbiote connected with his blood.
He knows what the other party is doing.
Nor is he the first to do so.
He wants to give up his identity as a life symbiotic, give up the past. The first ancestor of the Shuren didn't stop him, but just said something.
"Maybe it will be better next time?"
"We will never die, we can always do it, we can always wait." "One day, we will wait for the paradise we want."
The mermaid in the spring pool heard the sound and slowed down slightly, he shook his head, as if to say that this is not a problem next time.
"you say."
"Are we really waiting for that paradise?"
"Is everything we do really aimed at making this world a better place and making the future more worth looking forward to?" said the first tree man.
"certainly!"
"This is the promise and dream we once made together."
"We will bring our respective races to the future we want together." His words were calm and undeniable, as if he had always believed in it.
The mermaid turned her head with a smile on her face, but there was no emotion or heat in her eyes. "In the beginning, we lived by our dreams."
"Later, we lived by race and companions."
"Later, we lived by anticipating and longing for the so-called paradise and future of civilization."
"We look for the reason for our existence time and time again, and then until the reason fades away, we go to find the next one." He said, and turned his head back little by little.
"First Mate!"
"In reincarnation again and again, our dreams are exhausted."
"What race, hehe, we are a group of snake people. At first, we turned into tree people, mermaids and dwarves just to survive."
"We don't long for any paradise, that's just an excuse." He paused and added.
"Maybe it wasn't an excuse at the beginning, but in the end, it became an excuse." At this time, the male mermaid finally caught the mark that was running around in his body.
Then his face burst into an expression of extreme pain, but he still grabbed it forcefully.
He tore off the densely packed threads connecting him to his own origin, and completely forced out the imprint of life on his shoulders bit by bit, cutting himself off from the other party.
He stripped off the imprint of life on his body and gave up his identity as a life symbiont. "Crash!"
A group of bloody shadows caught the life mark he threw out, and rolled to the outside.
At this time, the male mermaid is walking towards the depths of the pool little by little. He wants to give up his memory and self, and throw himself into the endless cycle of reincarnation
Among them.
The water covered his chest and his shoulders.
At this time, he raised his head and looked at the big ship coming from afar above his head, and looked at the figures on the ship.
His eyes finally changed slightly, and he said something. "actually."
"What we have been waiting for is not Paradise, but the ship."
"The ship that brought us,.
Napro's old trick was repeated, killing the armored guy immediately, and then pulling out his ghost.
But what he didn't expect was that the wisdom blood in the armored guy's body turned into ghosts and was pulled out, and it was still moving.
It slammed Naplow on the ground, one after another, making him unable to move. And at this time, the person in power deep in the building finally came out.
He looked at Naplow curiously, as if he had never seen such a "monster".
"Your ability is very strange. You kill others and then turn them into a transparent and illusory spirit." "I have never seen it before. If you can use it, it must be very powerful."
Naplow screamed and wanted to kill the guy in front of him.
But that person is different from his previous brother, this is a powerful person.
There are many abilities and methods that can prevent Naplow from touching him, not to mention that he was pressed to the ground by the strange black-armored warrior controlled by the opponent.
Naplow could only look at each other helplessly, took off the helmet of one of the black-armored warriors, and put it on his head.
Immediately afterwards, put on each part of the armor for him.
Naplow immediately felt that a large number of silk threads extended from the black armor and poured into his body. His body did not belong to him in an instant, but was controlled by others.
As soon as the man waved his hand, he immediately stood up.
He tried his best to resist, but he could only walk in front of the other party step by step. "ah!"
"ah!"
He yelled, but he could only kneel on the ground little by little, saluting to the other party. "monster."
"Follow my will, I am your master."
The other party looked down at him from above, ignoring the hatred in his eyes, all these big men were like this. It doesn't matter what you think, what matters is what I think.
"Remember!" "Start today."
"You are my Black Warrior, and you belong to the Black Prison Legion."
Naplow's body and head were stuffed into the helmet and armor, and his gaze was fixed on the guy in the black robe through the narrow gap.
His broad vision was once again covered by the black helmet.
He didn't expect that just after escaping from a small room, he got into an even smaller armor.