I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler Chapter 362

  Chapter 362 361.Until death separates us

  Lu Jie heard before that many people who were burned to death would actually lose consciousness due to suffocation and eventually die.

  However, the traces on the scene told Lu Tie that when Amber was burned by the flame, she retained the clearest consciousness. She did not suffocate due to lack of oxygen, but felt the engulf of the flame throughout the process.

  The flame spread over her white and tender skin, tearing it apart, and digging out the flesh and blood inside, swallowing it like a greedy monster, and finally not letting go of the bones.

The lovable hair was turned to ashes in the fire, the dazzling clothes were burned out by the flames, the slender limbs, the delicate face, the eyes with the most beautiful brilliance in the world, were destroyed in the merciless pale flame, Only one ugly, scorched, foul-smelling corpse remained, and was imprisoned for dozens or even hundreds of years in this unmanned tower.

  In the whole process, Amber struggled, begged, and screamed to the last moment, ushering in the most painful death.

  At the same time these things happen, the people underneath are cheering, jumping for joy, celebrating, and carrying out the grandest celebration.

  In the end, her life disappeared and transformed into something more pure.

  This thing will guard the world for decades, hundreds of years, and eventually the oil will run out.

  Amber, this small, thin body will be beaten to pieces by those old witches, burned again, and turned into small urns, displayed on the shelf of the main hall, never seeing the sky.

  This is the truth about the priest witch.

  There is no authority over ten thousand people, there is no happy life, not even life.

  The main sacrifice to the witch is a sacrifice to the gods.

  And all this was made by Lu Zie for Amber.

  If Lu Yi agreed to Humber's request and let her be an ordinary girl in the corner of the sea, then she would definitely not have to suffer such inhuman torture.

  If Amber's sense of responsibility is a little weaker, more timid, and more selfish, she can completely escape her destiny and embark on a completely different, but at least there is still a future path.

  Because she is so perfect, she will stand here.

  Because she is so good, she will usher in this end.

  Fate is like a gear that bites precisely, pushing her to this position.

   "You have lost weight again, Amber."

  Lu Yi sighed.

  The dry corpse was motionless, only the longbow in his hand was swaying.

   "I think you need to know this."

  Behind Lu Zie, a faint voice came.

  He turned his head and saw that in his own shadow, in the flickering firelight, the witch with black hair and cherry eyes was standing barefoot in the filthy and scorched world, immaculately dusty.

  The contrast between the two forms a strong sense of inversion. Just like this foreign land, there are beautiful falling cherry blossoms and cruel sacrifices.

"who are you?"

   Lu Yi asked.

  He was unexpectedly calm.

  The waves are calm, like the moonlight.

  "You can call me God Sakura, you can call me and Dashen Dashen, or whatever, it's the name they gave me anyway."

  The witch replied, her voice was very flat, which reminded Lu Nai of Feng Yu sometimes.

   Indifferent, calm, as if everything in the world has nothing to do with me.

"The witches deceived her to take medicine, which is a medicine that can temporarily take away consciousness and strength, then tie her to a pillar, and then ignite the clean fire. She will struggle and try to escape. Most of the witches have not The way to do it, a few can go down to the second floor, but that's the end."

   The witch said, as if she was talking about Sagong's usual things.

   "She is too young and the medicine is too strong. She tried for a long time and couldn't break free. At that time she could already see me."

"She shed tears, even though those tears would be swallowed up by the clean fire in an instant. She begged me and begged me to save her. She said she didn't want to die, she said she still had a lot of things to do, and she said she wanted to. People together."

  "I have seen many people who are dying, angry, thinking that they have been deceived, accusing the world, some resenting, and cursing everyone who helped them get here, some desperate, and even rationality has collapsed."

   "She is no exception."

"She regretted, she was angry, she was not reconciled, she lost hope for everything, she began to hate everything, complained about everything, and condensed the deepest resentment towards this world. Such obsession, the will to sublimate in the pure fire, is the son of God. What you need to guard this land."

  “When the strongest hope becomes the deepest despair, the power of birth is the best food for nurturing the deity, and the pollution produced is enough to smooth everything out.”

   "You know, in a foreign land, only pollution can fight pollution, and only stronger pollution can fight invading pollution."

  "In this world, the name of this pollution is called Jinghuo."

  "It is my duty and my destiny to sacrifice the sacrifice of just one person in exchange for the living of the majority. It has been the same for thousands of years."

  The voice of the witch was colder than this night, and softer than the moonlight.

   "Until the end, she kept repeating your name, repeating it a hundred, thousand, ten thousand times, unforgettable, indelible, until death killed her voice."

   "I fulfilled her wish and told you this."

  She has no joy or sorrow, as if everything in the world will not cause her emotional waves.

   "Does she hate me?"

   Lu Yi asked.

  "Because I sent her here, I will call my name until death?"

"No."

The witch shook her head.

   "The last sentence of her calling your name is, I'm sorry."

  Lu Yiran silently.

  He is very clear.

  After learning about Hongye in the evening, Lu Zan knew about it.

  Just like Hongye, Amber's future is also its own past.

  When he first came to Wajima, Kohaku had already been burned to death and became a child of God, and became the container for the maiden named Shenzakura to descend in front of him.

  The original priest witch did not completely die.

  Her soul is entrenched in Wajima Taisha with Shenzakura. By enshrining powerful spiritual maidens, Shenzakura can come to it, and use these sacrificed maidens to nourish, control the clean fire, and protect Wajima.

  This is the truth about Wajima.

  Lu Yi didn't know who came up with such a cruel method. Not only would every priest maiden suffer inhuman ravages, even the first maiden would never be at peace. They must witness these deaths again and again for thousands of years.

  This is the price the humans of Hedao paid to resist pollution.

  This is what Lu Zie wants to understand, the way to fight pollution.

  "You only communicated with me just to tell me this?"

  Lu Yi knew very well that every word he said to the witch now contained pollution.

In this long time, she has been exposed to too much filth, and she is already a collection of pollution. Maybe she is no longer her, but He, has become a great existence, has escaped from the chessboard of foreign land, and has come to more High dimensionality.

  Perhaps she was Him in the first place, but she only appeared as a human being, and performed a sad song in this world to please herself.

   "Because this is her wish."

  The witch glanced at the withered corpse.

   "I have witnessed the passing of countless witches. Most of them, as I said just now, are full of resentment and leave a curse on the world."

  "These curses are brewing in my body together with their tortured souls. At every moment, I can hear their howling, screaming, and sobbing, filling my consciousness with the most vicious language."

   "But this child, despite the torture, despite being betrayed by the world, and despite being in despair, but at the end of the day, she still wants to leave hope, even if it is only for the sake of one person."

   "She said to you, stay alive."

  Hearing what the witch said, Lu trip was stunned.

   Then, he smiled.

It was an uncontrollable laugh, like howling and crying. He arched his back and bent down. The air was expelled from his lungs. The suffocation was accompanied by the twitching of the facial muscles, which made people psychedelic. illusion.

  Laughter is getting louder and louder, echoing in this silent night, as if laughing at the world, as if laughing at myself.

   "You should leave."

  The witch seems to have decided to end the conversation, she said, and took another look at Lu Yi.

  "This thought has been forgotten, leaving only the body of Nong, could it be the relic of the king."

  Amidst the chanting of the witch, Lu Yi felt the surrounding space twisted, the sky was spinning, and the witch, Amber, Shenzi Pavilion, Shen Ying, and Dasha Shrine, everything was far away from him.

  Amidst the dizzying illusion, Lu Jie said in a trembling voice, facing the void where there was nothing and the great beings above it.

   "She did leave hope."

  One hundred years later, Hedao still exists. In any case, it is the result of the hope left by Amber.

   is not based on hatred and malice, but on the support of hope. Her soul has been sitting alone in that tall Shenzi Pavilion for a hundred years, guarding the world that has betrayed her.

  Some memories, even if there is only a moment, can support people for a long time.

  Perhaps, Lu Yi didn't know how, on the island that was shrouded in the nameless fog, where even the social practice could not be found, the arrow of the son of the gods found there.

  The weird island that hadn't been noticed by the son of God in the previous hundred years, why did it attract the son of God's attention after Lu Zan arrived?

  Is there a possibility?

  In this distant, misty, mist-shrouded world, has Kohaku been watching him?

  In the long, cold, and lonely time, she persisted until, in Lu Zan's past and Amber's future, the two finally met for the "first time".

  Then, the arrow of net fire arrived as expected.

   is like a promise, unchanged for thousands of years.

   is like an oath again, eternally fierce.

  Amidst the strange, distorted and confusing images that traveled through the foreign land, Lu Zie seemed to see a small figure and showed a pure smile to him. In the swaying flames, she waved her hands and shouted with a smile.

   "I saw you."

  In response, Lu Zie could only reply with a smile that had been a hundred years late, and he responded.

   "I was seen by you."

These chapters were actually written together the day before yesterday. After reading the comments, the normal discussion was fine. Why did I go to NGA and say that I wrote Dan Mei? If I wrote that, now the ones that are grilled on the fire are old. Cui, okay.

  　　 As a writer full of positive energy, I will definitely give everyone a healing experience. After reading it, I will feel the happy ending of life!

Believe me!

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