Chapter 875

My Empire Chapter 875

2020-11-03

Chapter 875 877 This life

"Ah!" In the dimly lit room, a thin silhouette once again frightened from the liquid wake up. He recalled what had just happened, only to find that his memory was slowly blurring.

The moment he woke up, he could still clearly remember the damn bomb that blew him to pieces, but at this moment, when he recalled what he had just experienced, However, I found that the terrifying scene was already somewhat unremembered.

Breathing heavily, greedily breathing the turbid, but precious air to him, the skinny old man raised his arms.

This is his arm. He should have been familiar with it, but found it very unfamiliar. This arm is so thin, the surface is covered with liquid, but it still looks like a piece of dry wood.

He recognized it carefully, only to recognize that it was his own arm. He stirred the liquid in front of him with his hands. Under the torch's light, the black liquid reflected an ugly picture. face.

"Uh..." The skinny old man wanted to stretch his body, but found that he was so weak that he couldn't even stand up.

Fear permeated his whole body, and he felt that his soul had decayed to the point of being filled with a rotten smell.

"Ah..." Just as he was looking at the changes in his body in horror, he heard a desperate moan not far away.

Using the torch's light, he saw the same shriveled skin in a container beside him struggling to stick his head out of the liquid.

The same shriveled and emaciated old man looked over with his dull eyes, and stretched out his arm in the opposite direction, as if trying to grab his shoulder.

But then, the arm that was more terrifying than the mummy's arm sank down and hung weakly on the edge of the container.

I don't know why, the shriveled old man who sat up knew that the same impersonal old man next door had died. I don't know why, but he just knew it, as if deep in his memory, he had experienced what was in front of him.

"..." Suddenly, when he tried to recall the moment when he died tragically, he found that he couldn't remember anything.

He doesn't remember what the shrapnel looked like just now, or how the spreading shock wave shattered his body.

Anyway, he just couldn't remember it, as if the messy memories before had never happened.

"Damn..." He cursed, trying to reorganize his broken memories, but unfortunately he couldn't remember anything, as if he was just born today.

"This one is also awake! What's going on today?" An ugly demon believer heard the voice of the old man, complained very irritably, and then put the other old man in front of him. Press back into the liquid.

On the other side of this demon, another demon who had been busy for a long time, pulled the long sword out of a dry corpse: "These sacrifices are no good! Their heads collapsed. Now, the memory is disordered..."

"We have to deal with them quickly! Otherwise, if the Master of Magic Source is to blame, we will suffer too!" In the dim corner, a sentence floated. Faintly discernible words.

The words were a little erratic, and it was obvious that the talking demon was moving. The old man took a deep breath and tried again, only to find that he still couldn't stand up from the container full of disgusting liquid.

Another voice came from a distance, intermittently making people shudder: "But... how could those damn enemies kill so many servants of God in such a short period of time?"

"You know how strong these servants of God are! But they were killed just now, almost at the same time!" Soon, another voice came, and the skinny old man struggled. Suddenly, the liquid made a sound of oh la la.

"Don't scare me! It's possible, it's possible that they went on a mission to kill them together. You don't know how terrifying the explosion was after these servants of God were killed!" sound came.

"The one over there still seems to be struggling! It's a pity! If he rests for a few more days, he may be able to use it again..." Then, the owner of another voice seemed to hear the sound of water, Tsk tsk sighed with emotion.

"But...but since the last time, they were all wiped out, and the time is too close! Master Magic Source would not waste the servants of God so much..." While the old man was struggling, the two demons The conversation doesn't seem to stop.

"Ah!" A scream, not belonging to those gossiping demons, this is an old voice, accompanied by fear and unwillingness.

The old man who was struggling in the container knew that it was the scream of the "sacrifice" in another container, and he didn't want to end up with the other party.

He didn't want to die yet, so he struggled desperately. At this time, he realized that there were many tubes stuck in his body, and it was these tubes that wrapped around his lower body and prevented him from leaving this damn container.

On the other side, the demon's voice was getting closer: "Are you crazy? Dare to question the source of magic, Lord? Come with me! Hurry up and work! If they fail, replace them with new sacrifices! Hurry up!"

The poor old man resigned himself to the struggle, because he knew that he could not break free from such a device with such a weak body now.

He could only sit there, breathing heavily, recalling the few words he had just heard. It's just that he desperately discovered that he had forgotten more than half of the damned conversation.

He beat his head twice with all his strength. When he lifted the head again, he saw the hideous faces of two demon believers.

"Don't struggle...don't struggle..." While inserting the long sword into the old man's chest, the leading demon comforted him in a low voice: "If you are like this, there is no point in living... Go to sleep... go to sleep..."

The old man wanted to use his proud magic to burn these tiny demons in front of him, but he found that his palm couldn't condense the flame of magic at all.

His chest had been penetrated by the long sword, he opened his mouth and wanted to take a breath, but he found that his chest was burning hot. His power was rapidly fading, scattered like quicksand.

"I'm..." He wanted to say his name, but found that he couldn't even remember it...

The endless darkness came, and he closed his eyes. Eyes closed - what have I done in this life?

(end of this chapter)