Chapter 387 Behind the Door

Chapter 387 Behind the Door

Chapter 387 ·Behind the door

Death is not the end.

In the Lord of the Rings-Arda worldview, the death of all living creatures is not the end.

Whether it's an elf, a dwarf, or a human. When their bodies die, their souls do not perish. They will leave Middle Earth and head to the north of Aman, the overseas wonderland, where a fortress called the 'Hall of Mandos' is waiting for them.

The elves will reshape their bodies here and start their destiny in the next life.

The dwarves will wait in the Quiet Chamber until the end of the world.

Human beings, on the other hand, will go to another place after a short stay, another world that no one knows except the Creator and the King of Gods, but is destined to be extremely sublime.

This is Arda's rule. It is as solid a foundation of the universe as mathematics and physics.

The will of Eru Ilúvatar drives everything in the world to move in this direction. No matter what happens, no disobedient person will be able to resist this great power.

Unless...Ilúvatar has no time to take care of herself.

Unless...the gods are no longer able to maintain the order of all things in the world.

Just like this moment.

That's it.

Nothingness spreads across the land of Aman as the gods become silent. It is a tide that engulfs everything, eroding every piece of sacred land that was originally a pure white sandbank. The majestic and fortified temples of Mandos were vulnerable to the erosion of the tide of nothingness. And when the hub of the underworld collapsed and shattered in the tide, the first to bear the brunt were the thousands of souls hiding in it.

The soul of the elf radiated bright light, but soon turned into gray stone and gravel.

The soul of the dwarf burst out with a high-spirited roar, but in the blink of an eye it was submerged and ground by the waves until it turned into ashes.

And like the first two, the most fragile human soul obviously cannot escape the same level of misfortune. Some of them gathered into groups, hugging each other to keep warm in the waves of nothingness. Some are running around, trying to avoid the omnipresent waves - they are the most numerous, because now is the time when Middle-earth is in war. They are powerless, for the void of nothingness swallows everything and allows no remnants of resistance.

Ah... I made a mistake.

There is not nothing in nothingness. Even in the chaotic sky where there is no order, there are still groups of predators.

They have sharp jointed limbs.

Their outlines are indistinct.

The most famous of their kind bears the name 'Ugoliant'.

They are spiders of the void, clothed in a veil of twilight so that they appear to be able to manipulate shadows.

‘Chi—chi—’ There were swarms of spiders in the sea.

‘Tsk-tsk-’ The spiders swallowed up the soul.

Indistinct limbs poked out from the waves of nothingness, easily capturing the fleeing human souls. The screams and pleas for mercy were quickly drowned out by the fine chewing, and the delicious food attracted the attention of the spider group.

‘Tsk-tsk-’ The spiders swarmed over.

The sharp jointed limbs dismantled the Mandos temple that was shattered in the wave of nothingness at will. The dark and ferocious mouthparts captured the souls in their frightened wails, and then they drank happily.

This is real death.

Even if Ilúvatar had decreed the fate of mankind, there was nothing he could do at this moment. Because the void spiders do not exist in the great creation of Ilúvatar. When the glory of the gods shines, they will only hide in the distant depths of nothingness and escape far away.

As a result, tens of thousands of deaths accumulated in a very short period of time. The huge weight of 'death' even affected the stability of the nearest Ilúvatar Great Barrier - which was already crumbling because of the silence of the gods. The huge barrier finally made a burst of unbearable sounds. Maybe in the next moment, there will be a chain reaction like the collapse of a dam.

perhaps.

There was a slight lag in the gathering of spiders. Before they devoured the last souls in the ruins of Mandos's palace. They encountered a small glimmer of light.

Not elven light, not natural light.

It was a dim, turbid light that didn't even have a stable form. It walked aimlessly through the ruins of the palace, cutting everything that stood in its way as it pleased - a small group of human souls hid behind it, following it in any direction as it moved disorderly. And soon, a hungry glutton appeared among the void spiders. It let out a sharp roar and poked its mouth towards this turbid and messy light.

'laugh--! ’ The giant spider’s joints and the first half of its head suddenly shattered, it made a miserable sound, and then died. The predator becomes food in an instant, and its remains are immediately devoured by its own kind.

This is the glory of the gods - the Void Spiders immediately reached a consensus. Although this was the first time they had seen such a turbid and incomplete divine glow, they were able to determine the divine power contained in that glow.

Why is there a god here? --have no idea.

Why is this god so weak and unclean? --have no idea.

The minds of the void spiders are not active, and the limited intelligence cannot provide them with anything more. But the fear of the glory of the gods that is engraved deep in the bones and blood is a valuable enough weight. And it is enough to shake the balance in the hearts of these void predators.

Then they retreated, acknowledging the power of the gods. The ownership of this hunting ground is temporarily abandoned. After all, predators also cherish their hard-earned lives.

After all... this is not the only hunting ground where you can eat.

……………………

[From the beginning, I didn’t need you. 】

[Get out of the world in my eyes and don’t bother me in any way. 】

Those words still echoed in Zhao Zukong's mind, even though he was dead.

He was aware of his own death, but also realized that he was in a complicated situation of 'neither life nor death'.

——Why am I not dead yet?

he thinks. He couldn't find a reason to live.

——Is it because the world of Lord of the Rings is special? Or is it that that stupid woman Alexandra bought me a resurrection item?

——If she really resurrects me, the first thing I will do when I wake up is to cut off her head.

Zhao Zukong doesn't want to live - what's the point of living? Before he entered the world of reincarnation, the only thing he couldn't worry about was his sister Yingkong who had lost her memory and power. And after he arrived in the world of reincarnation, he has been exploring methods and looking for external forces to solve the dead end of the innate and incomplete spiritual light of the members of the Sky Project.

He knew that Zhao Yingkong was in the world of reincarnation - he had known it for a long time. Because when he returned to reality for the first time and risked being punished by the Lord God to search for traces of Zhao Yingkong but found no results, he knew that Zhao Yingkong must have arrived in the world of reincarnation. The only thing he was not sure about was which team Zhao Yingkong came to, but he knew that as long as he experienced enough team battles, sooner or later he would be able to meet Yingkong's Samsara team.

The strategy of killing all the newcomers in team battles came from this, because he wanted to meet Ying Kong as soon as possible and reunite with his sister who had lost her memory and strength. And if the team is too strong and the evaluation is too high, then...when I meet Yingkong, what is waiting for me may be someone with the same level of power as myself, who has unlocked the fourth-level gene lock and gone deep into the world. Yingkong in a state of inner demons.

Yingkong's inner demon has already broken out once. If she breaks Ruikong's seal, it will break out again. Then the symptoms will definitely be much more severe than last time. And if the spiritual hollowness of the members of the Sora Project grows, maybe even if they find a way to save Ying Kong, they may not be of sufficient effect.

He will lose Yingkong again - if that really happens.

Therefore, he must get in touch with Yingkong before she has grown up - to ensure her condition and symptoms. Then use all means to save her. Even... when making sure that she didn't waste her chance of resurrection and that she didn't have a cure at hand. Temporarily eradicate her and her team, leaving only one dead species.

This is a necessary price, a destined sacrifice.

He believed in Yingkong's potential, and he was sure that Yingkong would be resurrected again and then appear in his eyes. Of course, executing such a plan is bound to involve taking some small risks. But even so...

——In an infinite world, there must be infinite opportunities. Sooner or later I will be able to find a way to cure Yingkong. And even if Yingkong dies, sooner or later I will be able to find a way to resurrect her.

The power of the Lord God is deeply rooted in people's hearts, and there is no doubt about it.

Zhao Zukong has made a lot of efforts for this. He has been looking for ways to solve the lack of innate spiritual light, and has been working hard to suppress the rating of the East American team. Under his operation and occasional out-of-control and crazy interference, except for a few scraps of talent in the East American team that were destined to have no upper limit and were left by him to do odd jobs, almost all the newcomers with or without potential were eliminated. He couldn't survive the three reincarnation world battles he interfered with.

Until that woman... no, including that woman.

That woman named Alexandra, a capable but not particularly capable person with mental potential who hid her cleverness under her love brain - in Zhao Zukong's original plan, even if she survived After this world, I will find a reason to erase her. Because although her ability is not very strong, it has reached a level that can slightly shake the rating of the East American team. And... I was surprisingly indulgent towards her.

Zhao Zukong didn't understand what was going on, but he did find that he was particularly patient with Alexandra, and would unconsciously cast his eyes on her - this may be the way Alexandra used love to Use your brain to disguise your reasons. Although that love was only half-true, and as time went by, it gradually became more than just one true love.

This may be understood as some kind of love at first sight.

But Zhao Zukong would never allow it - the plan he set for himself was to kill Alexandra when the world ends. And if he couldn't control himself before that and developed some kind of deep physical connection with her, he would kill her immediately.

Of course, all these plans have been completely wiped out with the confirmation of Sakura Kong's current situation.

Yingkong has a lover...and a flirtatious lover. Although this kind of thing made him a little irritable...well, angry. But what he had in his heart was more happiness. Because he knew that Yingkong was not a person who could put down her pride at will, and since she made such a choice, it meant that she had lost her heart.

The sister has achieved happiness, so the brother should bless her - even if the brother does have a lot of unspeakable thoughts in his heart, it does not prevent him from making the right choice.

However, that was not Yingkong.

That is just the residue of Ruikong, the continuation of Ruikong. The real Yingkong has already been saved with the help of Ruikong. And he...not only accomplished nothing from beginning to end, but also became a hindrance to Yingkong's recovery.

Zhao Zukong had already made up his mind that he would pay any price to cure his sister's congenital defect. Even if the price...is himself.

so……

——That's good.

It's fine to die in the hands of Yingkong or die in the hands of Yingkong's companions. This useless brother of his has at least provided his sister with some income from reincarnation resources. And since the stumbling block of oneself has been removed, it should not appear again in the eyes of those who cherish it.

so……

——Why...I'm not dead yet?

Zhao Zukong couldn't understand.

Zhao Zukong couldn't agree - he swore that if Alexandra really resurrected him, then he would definitely cut off her head cleanly before dying again.

However……

——'Zhao Zhukong...'

He heard the sound.

He had been dead for who knows how long, but he heard a sound.

He heard calls, heard whispers. The voice of the caller belonged to Alexandra, but it seemed to be mixed with something strange and familiar.

——'Zhao Zhukong...'

Shut up.

——'Zhao Zhukong...'

Shut up, shut up, shut up!

The body seems to be surging in a certain direction, and the consciousness seems to have acquired a new shape. Even if he resisted with all his strength, his body was subconsciously moving in that direction.

——'Zhao Zhukong...'

No, no. Can't pass, can't wake up. The stumbling block should disappear, and I should not reappear in Yingkong's world!

Will was surging, and in a daze, he seemed to have succeeded in staying away. However, the next moment, he felt another repulsive force coming from behind, like a murmur, like gratitude, like the hands of countless strangers, pushing him towards the outside.

? ? ?

An incomprehensible situation happened to Zhao Zukong. He had no idea why so many strangers were grateful to him. And those countless hands gradually turned into a huge gathering of power. And in the end, it became an irresistible whisper.

——'Thank you, live...'

--you……

"...What are you doing——"

Zhao Zukong opened his eyes.

What caught his eyes was a deep red purgatory.

Under the pitch-black tower, the hot wasteland covered in red light was reflected. On the dark high platform where the giant eye looked down, an ownerless ring of power was being placed on it.

However, those were not important. All his attention had been taken away by the girl in front of him - it was a girl with a familiar face, but it was no longer clear whether she was a Western or an Eastern girl. Her long dark golden hair was It was fluttering in the strong wind, but the girl's eyes were full of exhaustion, but also full of smiles.

"Welcome back, Brother Suikong." The girl's voice was as beautiful as wind chimes.

"You are... Ruikong?" A questioning voice affirmed. The spiritual link was suddenly established, and the next moment, he knew everything that Zhao Ruikong and Alexandra did.

His heart was filled with joy at this moment.

However, the next moment, it turned into an indescribable and huge fear.

Because he saw the girl in front of him gently raised her head, revealing her snow-white neck.

And his hand was holding a sword, and he had no ability to stop his movements.

"One goes and one comes back. This is an exchange and a guarantee. After all, in this world, if you want to resurrect a powerful person... you have to rely on the power of the gods."

The girl in front of him smiled hard at him.

"So, Brother Suzukong. Don't worry about me, this is just a..."

‘Crack——’ The blade of Morgul’s sword was sharp, and it cut through the girl’s neck, just like the night wind blowing through the grass.

The protagonist Zhao Yingkong once asked him if Ruikong appeared in front of him, would he cut off Ruikong's head to free her early. He responded with acquiescence at that point.

Before waking up, he had already booked Alexandra's death three times and vowed to behead her if he saw her again.

Now, he did it.