Chapter 346: Gray Carrie and Azik's meeting

Chapter 346: Gray Carrie and Azik's meeting

A familiar yet strange feeling was approaching from afar.

His body was trembling unconsciously, as if it was desire and fear.

Some dusty long-lost memories were being reorganized at this moment.

Battlefield, death, blood, countless broken limbs, eyes that could not be looked at directly...

Azik had a splitting headache, and he squatted down, covering his head with both hands.

He could clearly feel that his soul was madly making a fuss, as if he wanted to get out of his head.

This was the soul's desire to restore its integrity.

But there was a familiar yet strange force helping him suppress this desire, binding his soul tightly in his body, unable to escape.

The intense pain at this moment came from the pull of these two forces.

In the tearing again and again, he saw a pair of pale eyes with dying flames looking over, and a feather stained with light yellow oil fell, splitting his original complete spirit into two halves.

Half of it entered the skull cloud, and the remaining half was mixed with a golden ornament that suddenly jumped out, and returned to flesh and blood in the burning of the pale flame.

Fortunately, the torn balance gradually tilted towards stability and calmness, and the pain began to slowly subside.

"Sir, sir? Are you okay?" The book stall owner looked at the customer who suddenly appeared abnormal in front of him with concern.

"I, I'm fine, sorry to worry you."

Azik gradually overcame the symptoms of headache and barely stood up. His pale face looked bloodless.

"Sir, if you feel unwell, turn right 200 meters ahead and go straight for 300 meters. There is a pharmacy. The doctors there are very professional."

Azik smiled reluctantly: "Thank you for your advice, I will consider it."

Finally, he selected two books on the bookstall, paid and left.

With two books under his left armpit, Azik crossed the busy street and chose a street-side cafe. He sat by the window, watching the street outside while tasting the bitter coffee.

The coffee in the southern continent is very bitter, and they don't like to add sugar and milk. The strong bitter taste is very refreshing.

After a short rest, Azik's headache symptoms were relieved a lot, and the originally scattered and broken memories began to gradually gather and restore his past.

He is the heir of the Hades Emperor Salinger and the Death Archon of the Fourth Epoch Balam Empire.

In the era of the Four Emperors' War, he followed his father, the Hades Emperor Salinger, to participate in the war. On the battlefield, he was glared at by the Blood Emperor Alistair Tudor and lost his memory.

Since then, he has been constantly reincarnating in death, losing his memory again and again, and starting over again and again.

Compared with the cold life of being a Death Archon, each subsequent reincarnation seems very warm, and even the memories are warm-toned.

The rekindled war in the homeland lit up the memories of the past, but the self in the memories was not the self he wanted to be in his imagination.

Azik stared at the street outside in a daze with mixed feelings.

Suddenly, the busy and whispering sounds of the cafe in his ears were paused.

A burly figure walked in from outside, exuding a majesty that made people want to surrender. With eyes full of reverence, he walked to Azik, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully: "God asked us to welcome the Lord Archon of Death."

Azik just glanced at him lightly. This man had the blood of the royal family of the East Balam Empire flowing in his body, and he was the current ruler of the East Balam Empire.

Has this day finally come?

When he recovered his previous memories, he understood what kind of truth was hidden in his countless reincarnations of losing his memories.

His amnesia came from the incompleteness of his soul, and the initiator of all this was his father, the Hades Emperor Salinger of the Fourth Epoch.

The so-called welcome now is to welcome his father, who will replace his body and return to life. This is the resurrection method left behind when he fell long ago.

No one is more suitable than his offspring to inherit his resurrection. The so-called father-son relationship is too naive and simple for the gods.

But Azik did not want to refuse, but calmly prepared to welcome his long-overdue ending.

At this time, another figure appeared in the cafe, a lady with ordinary features, dark eyes, wearing a simple robe, a bark belt, long black hair, no shoes or socks, and bare feet.

"You still have a chance to choose."

"It's too late."

Azik smiled at the lady, "You are too late, He has already returned, and the reason why he came to me now is because He has absolute confidence."

After a pause, he seemed to look at the existence behind the lady, "If He came in person, there might be a possibility that you are just a qualified believer."

"I can try to send you away from here."

"But I don't want to continue to escape."

Azik declined the lady's kindness, and now he just wanted to face his own ending calmly.

"His return will cause more chaos and death, and your voluntary sacrifice will destroy everything you once valued."

"Maybe." Azik glanced into the distance and said, "My long and muddled life should also usher in its own end."

"You shouldn't give up your humanity so easily."

Azik just said calmly: "But human nature will eventually be replaced by divinity."

"After all, it is different."

After the words fell, the mysterious lady took Azik, who did not resist at all, out of the cafe.

But they did not go far, but fell into the spirit world inexplicably. When they emerged from the spirit world, they were still in the cafe.

Faced with this result, Azik was not surprised. The mysterious lady did not have any expression on her face. Her actions just now seemed to be testing something.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment. The King of the East Balam Empire, who had been kneeling on the ground, finally said with a stiff face: "Lord Archon of Death, God just asked us to welcome your return. There is no other oracle."

"It seems that He does not need my dedication now." Azik seemed to understand something.

"Chiu."

A crisp sound broke the silence of the entire cafe.

A carriage stopped at the door of the cafe, and a girl as delicate as a doll got out of the carriage. A little firebird stood on her right shoulder, and a pair of eyes watched everything here quietly.

When the girl walked into the cafe, the little firebird flapped its wings and landed on the table in front of Azik.

He looked at Azik, the mysterious lady, and the king of the East Balam Empire, and then his eyes fell on Azik again.

After looking for a while, he chirped again, and Azik's mind seemed to resound with thunder. The half soul that was originally ready to move was reinforced with a golden phoenix seal.

The mysterious lady also understood at this moment that the resurrected existence was the God of Death, not the pure Hades Salinger.

If Azik was forcibly devoured at this time, then the Hades Salinger would be truly resurrected, which was not the situation that the God of Death wanted to see now.

What he wanted was to let Azik continue to keep half of his soul alive until he fully mastered the power of the God of Death, and then seek the completeness of the soul.

"I'm afraid Salinger himself didn't expect this ending." The mysterious lady whispered, and her eyes turned to the girl who was as delicate as a doll, looking at her carefully and seriously.

Azik also fell into silence. Although the distant memories and family affection were a little vague, the blood of the same origin still made him feel sad.

He looked at the little firebird on the table, which was confused and thoughtful, and wanted to reach out to touch it, but his hand retracted halfway and turned his eyes to the girl who was walking with the little firebird.

He wanted to find out what was different about the people who could walk with Him.

Gerald Eggers, who was still kneeling on the ground, also raised his head slightly at this moment and looked at the girl, because he didn't dare to look at the little firebird at all.

When the oracle passed down by God, he saw a flying phoenix, which looked like the giant of the little firebird in front of him.

The fear from the bottom of his heart had clearly told him the relationship between the two.

"..."

Sharon, who was stared at by three eyes at the same time, was a little confused at the moment.

Although she didn't know any of the three people in front of her, the breath and feeling coming from them were definitely extraordinary people who were much stronger than herself.

Especially the lady with a calm expression, her gaze seemed to be able to see through everything, and she had no secrets in front of her.

This feeling seemed to be more terrifying than her teacher.

She had no intention of coming here, but just now in the carriage, the little firebird suddenly urged her to get off and come to this cafe.

In order to explore the purpose of the little firebird, she got off the car and came here.

The moment she stepped into the cafe, she had a strange feeling, as if everything around her was in a strange state.

Although the guests were drinking coffee and chatting normally, it seemed that only the three people in front of her were real, and they seemed to be discussing some major events.

Sharon was silent for a while, and looked at the little firebird on the table.

She thought it was better to take Hastur's spiritual messenger away from here quickly to avoid any accidents.

"Chiu."

Gray Carrie looked back and flapped her wings, giving Sharon a reassuring look.

That look seemed to say: "Don't worry, it's okay, I'll protect you."