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Chapter 1220 This is where I was born!
The waves beat against the dark shore, like a stranded whale telling its final story.
He has never mentioned those words to anyone, or there is no creature around who can communicate with him. He has been lying here forever for many years, maybe ten thousand years, maybe 10 years, but who knows Woolen cloth.
But nothing can change the fact that he is a coward.
Ebb and flow.
It's like a twilight dirge.
Lynn and the Flesh Ruler listened to him whispering in vain, telling about the unknown past.
"You never escaped hell, did you?"
The Flesh Ruler muttered to himself, his whole figure was already in turmoil from the moment he started talking.
"You were just exiled...you never found any way out, you never broke that border..."
Cthulhu's huge eyes watched him and Lynn.
A dark, rotten breath spewed out from his huge body, and the blood polluted by chaotic colors seemed to have begun its final disintegration.
Yes.
He never told anyone.
Compared with those old days who died fighting under the border, he is a coward through and through.
Because he begged for mercy.
The comrades-in-arms around him will die and die.
He watched them rush towards the border of hell like moths to the flame, and watched them fall from the sky one by one. Those gods who have existed in hell for countless epochs, those top roots who control a huge field, some of them So powerful that even he doesn't know the origin.
But without exception.
They are all dead.
how about you……
When the torch is handed over to you in the death of one comrade after another, can you, like them, fight desperately for this impossible result?
He was terrified.
And sometimes once the fear grows in your heart, you will no longer be able to ignite your fighting spirit, and you will be pulled into the cold abyss in an instant.
He whispered:
"The moment the horn of the charge reached my hands...they had already turned into icy corpses...I looked around...I was the only one left..."
And the chaotic colors still traverse the void.
It's like a fate that you can never get over.
Even if they had killed most of the jailers of that generation, they could launch a final charge on the frontier, but the reality is far more desperate than anyone thought, because they even Before they penetrated into the color, they were already disintegrated and shattered.
What are gods...
In front of that moat, they are nothing.
He raised his head, and an old voice came, and his huge body was constantly decaying and dilapidated, as if he had already reached his twilight years.
"So I'm scared."
"That was the first time I knelt down and begged... for forgiveness from a being I couldn't comprehend..."
The flesh and blood ruler staggered back two steps, his eyes were already trembling.
The whisper still echoed in his ears.
"But what happened next... made me understand our insignificance even more... I realized how absurd our so-called impact is..."
"Because you know..."
"The border that traverses hell is also a creature."
That moment.
Lynn's eyes showed a huge shock uncontrollably, and his consciousness almost went blank.
Cthulhu raised his head, and in his blood-red eyes, there seemed to be a scene that he would never forget in his life. The shock that brought him at that moment could not be described in words, and he also understood at that moment , maybe he is the first old god who knows this terrible secret, and he will be the only one.
Yes.
That is not a natural moat at all, nor is it a prohibition.
It was a living, terrifying existence with will.
What's even more frightening is that He actually never woke up from the beginning to the end. Their all the time charging, all the fighting, even their fall, were just child's play attacks against a sleeping terrifying existence.
Even if He just exists and just falls asleep, it can make them fall apart...
It makes them almost a joke.
You have been planning for so long, you have been entangled with all the gods of the past, you think that even if you fail, you will be able to kill a piece of the sky!
But in the end, everything they did was just a disturbance to wake him up from his dream...
He raised his head and said:
"That's when I realized..."
"What kind of god... what ruler... what ruler... heh... it's all meaningless..."
The old voice faded away.
It's not even a despair, because sometimes even despair is a luxury.
Lynn clenched his fists tightly, and said solemnly: "But if this is really the case, then why did you leave hell, and why did you appear here?! Didn't you already escape?!"
He doesn't want to believe it.
He didn't believe that what they pursued in the end would be such a result!
what is this? !
Who can tell him what this is!
Cthulhu's voice gradually became weaker, and the huge body had already begun the final dismemberment.
Yes.
How he wished that he had escaped and left that hell completely.
But He knows, no.
Maybe it was the last trace of pity that existence had for him, or maybe he actually knew that after he was stained with the color of disorder, he had already been sentenced to the final death sentence.
So He had a choice.
"If you remain in Hell...your contamination of Discord will be contained to the lowest level...you will still live forever..."
"If you go...you will completely disintegrate one day in the future...disappear forever...this will be a painful process..."
Cthulhu looked up.
"I ended up choosing the second path."
Lynn stared at him, gritted his teeth, and said, "Why? Isn't it good to be alive? Anyway, there will be countless time in the future to think about, and to think of ways...you can..."
He couldn't go on.
Because he saw the familiar emotion in those huge blood-colored eyes.
Because it is so familiar.
It's like there was such a young man who fell into hell, who looked at the dark sky every day and night, missed his hometown, and looked forward to returning.
that moment.
Lynn suddenly seemed to understand something.
He said in a daze, "Could it be that..."
The old voice was accompanied by the churning of the tide, and those huge eyeballs looked at the dark sea in the spiritual world, as if those eyes had passed through countless years and looked at the distant beginning and eternity.
"This is where I was born..."
At that moment, Lynn's whole body was shaken.
His twilight eyes seemed to peel away the ancient years.
Humanity has not yet been born there.
The land has not yet formed there.
On that ancient blue planet with only oceans, there used to be such a life that swam in the endless deep sea in the long river of time. It was just a small creature at first, and it would swim occasionally. When you go out to sea, you will also look at the vast starry sky in the sky.
He would also wonder if there is another world above the high clouds.
They don't need the ocean.
They also don't need tides.
They can leave this endless ocean and travel in the wider star sea...
Maybe time will not remember your existence, maybe those creatures have long forgotten your past, just like from the moment you step into the starry sky, will you still remember that blue planet.
"I've lived too long...and I've gone too far..."
"Gods don't die...but gods grow old..."
"And there are some things that you can't remember when you are young, but you will only remember when you are old..."