At this moment, he felt the cry and desire of the other half of the soul, the two "selves" who had been separated for more than a thousand years couldn't wait to merge into one and return to completeness.

"No..." Azik whispered in pain, not wanting to raise his head and stretch out his right hand.

He saw very clearly just now that the "self" transformed into a feathered snake has no reason at all, and is full of extreme cruelty and madness. If he reunites with the other party, he may immediately return to the original "Death Consul" state. Even become a fake god of death with only divinity and no humanity left!

Then he will forget everything,

Forget about everyone you once held dear.

"No..." Azik uttered another word from his throat, his neck lifted up a little bit uncontrollably, and black and cold scales emerged from it.

The position of his forehead suddenly protruded like life force, split from it, and a bloody gash grew out.

A golden light then emerged from nothingness and took shape in the flesh and blood.

This is an ancient ornament made of gold. It looks like a slender bird, surrounded by wings made of pale flames. Inside the bronze eyes, there are layers of rays of light, forming a mysterious and illusory door. door.

As soon as it appeared, Azik let out a low growl in pain, and raised his head completely. In the vicissitudes of his eyes, two pale flames suddenly ignited.

The illusory yet real feathered snake in the depths of the black mist straightened its body and poked its head out. Two identical but different-sized faces stared at each other silently, and there was silence.

Among the four balls of pale flames jumping, Azik with his hands on the ground twisted his expression and struggled to stand up little by little, and slowly walked towards the feathered snake known as the artificial death god.

As he approached, the entire mausoleum began to vibrate, and the surroundings became transparent, reflecting a world with countless skeletons and shadows.

Bloody arms, green and black vines with baby faces, and greasy tentacles with dead fish eyes or two rows of fangs pierced through the boundary between reality and illusion, and entered the mausoleum. He stuck to the ground tightly again, not daring to move.

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East Balam, Gurain City.

Daly Simone, who was rushing to the next target location, suddenly stopped and raised her hand to support her head.

"What's wrong?" Soest, the captain of the "Red Gloves" team, asked suspiciously.

Daly frowned slightly, and replied with a sense of sleepiness: "I heard a strange voice, and felt a call from nowhere... I even wanted to kneel on the ground..."

"Did you hear that?" Soest asked the other team members carefully.

Just as Leonard Mitchell shook his head, he heard the slightly old voice in his mind say, "Look in the direction of the Sea of ??Madness."

Leonard turned his body subconsciously, looked at the port, looked at the violent sea in the distance, and saw that there was pure darkness, no strong wind, no huge waves, no dark clouds, no lightning, no heavy rain, and no sunshine .

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Although Klein had his eyes closed, he was so inspired that he could still sense the movement around him. He heard the painful whispers and roars that were suspected to be from Mr. Ards, and felt the real sense of silence and death.

what's going on? Although the "artificial god of death" deep in the mausoleum didn't attack Mr. Azik, it had a bad influence on him? Thoughts flickered in Klein's mind, and he felt anxious and panicked.

His spiritual intuition told him that what was going to happen next was definitely not what he wanted to see!

However, he couldn't think of anything he could do. He didn't even dare to open his eyes to see Mr. Azik's current state and experience.

This is not a problem that can be solved by courage alone. It is a gap at the level of personality, an irreparable gap.

In an instant, Klein felt a strong sense of powerlessness again, but he didn't give up. He desperately recalled what he could use: "Squirming hunger? No, it's not a class thing at all, and it won't have any effect." ...

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