What do people think about before they die?

This is the question that Suli and Tiger were thinking about before the elemental storm officially targeted Clemens.

But when everything happened in a flash, Sully suddenly felt that maybe they didn't think about anything.

On the plain, the grass and trees had long been scorched, leaving only the bare land exposed. Suli stood there, the moonlight shining on him, and the elemental power around him gradually dissipated, causing his hair to fly wildly.

The bright white moon illuminates the earth, the night wind howls, and the cool chill penetrates into the heart.

There was nothing in front of the boy's eyes.

"The battle is over." Suli said in a low voice, with a sigh and no emotion in his voice.

He bent down and silently picked up the long sword from the ground. The handle was covered with dust, but on the blade, there were only sharp scratches left by Clemens's claws after he turned into a tiger.

In the dim environment, Suli's face was reflected on the blade, scattered blood was on the collar, and there was dust and bruises on the boy's face.

But later, that face, still full of youthfulness, had a smile that only adults could show.

When you have seen all the things in the world, they pass by in a flash.

What is left in the end is only the beauty that can never be seen again by those who chased after death.

Sully sheathed his knife and turned to walk towards the others who were either excited or worried.

After gradually getting rid of the adrenaline, Sully frowned slightly at the pain from the twisted joints and various injuries on his body.

Lan Zhe sighed, took the person aside, and stuffed several bottles of fruit-flavored therapeutic drugs into his mouth.

"Thanks to Egbert and Roy for the trial medicine, otherwise you might still have to drink those bitter and astringent weirdos."

As he spoke, the Dark Saint took out several bandages from his alchemy ring and carefully bandaged Suli's wounds.

Not far away, several people with excited expressions wanted to come over, but they did not dare to interrupt Lan Zhe's work.

Until the young man was helpless, he took the initiative to speak: "Is there anything you want to say?"

"If you don't understand, I can tell you everything." He had a sense of peace after everything was over.

Although it was dark, Egbert felt that Sully was now like the one who had once sat in the library of Asa College, holding a storybook with a cover covered with vines in one hand, and gently picking up a cup of tea from the table with the other hand.

The sunlight shines into Sully from the window, as if to say, the so-called quiet time is good, but that's it.

The sense of peace in Sully allowed Egbert to control his "performance" of trying to express his worries with anxiety and panic.

He suppressed his emotions, lowered his head and said, "How did Lord Suli manage to turn the power controlled by Clemens into a weapon in his own hands?"

As he spoke, before his questions were answered, Egbert's heart was filled with peace.

The reality does not need to be stated many times in words. Suli, who sat there quietly receiving the bandage, is the ultimate winner in this battle.

Like him, Egbert, and the others around him, they only needed to know that the tiger that others saw as irresistible was killed by Sully.

"I have already integrated the dark elements into Clemens' body." Suli's left knuckles, which were held by Lan Zhe, suddenly bent. "Those powers are mixed in. Although they are controlled by Clemens, the priority of power is still in my hands."

Everyone was thinking about it. As for the combat, Roy, who was not slow to react, frowned but couldn't help showing surprise in his eyes and said, "In other words, when you chose not to fight with elements but directly drew your sword forward, you were already planning the final blow?"

Suli responded in a flat voice: "Yes."

Lan Zhe gently put down his bandaged hand, making sure that he did not hurt Suli, and then he exhaled softly and said, "It is precisely because you only want Clemens to die in the end that you don't care about the process."

Suli had multiple lacerations on his body, and a bloody mess of claw marks on his back.

The bones in his right hand have always been broken.

"To fight against such an existence and win without paying any price, I don't think that's possible." Suli didn't care about the injuries on his body.

He and the people in this world have fundamentally different requirements for their physical fitness.

For example, if Roy, a mercenary, is injured or even has a wrist defect that will affect his future combat, then as a mercenary, Roy's future career will be affected.

But for Suli, this is irrelevant.

At most, he would not be able to use much strength in his right hand. Besides, he did not see anyone who needed him to help carry a whole bag of rice.

You know, when playing the game, you can hide in the grass and ambush people, and there is an idle period after the skills are exhausted. Using some of the damage to achieve a fatal blow against Clemens, Suli felt that this was a very cost-effective deal.

What's more...

Sully moved his right hand. Now, after drinking several bottles of fruit-flavored healing medicine, he could no longer feel any pain in his arm.

Sully, who thought everything would be fine as long as the result was good, received a series of distressed looks.

The first to be hit was Euphia, the new alliance president, who did not want to understand this young man who understood equal exchange too much.

After all, the reason they chose to use their own injuries in exchange for the final attack that left Clemens no time to react was simply because they, the adults, were useless, right?

It was useless before, it is useless now, and it may become even more useless in the future...

"I really want to say that you don't need to bear all this. But when I think about how we who want to bear all this are so weak that we don't have the ability to bear it...it will just seem too ridiculous if I still choose to say this." Euphia wanted to reach out and rub Sulin's hair, which was still covered with dust.

But even though she had her hands raised, she still couldn't bring herself to do it.

It wasn't a case of obsessive-compulsive disorder, but I just had an inexplicable feeling that putting my hands on Sully's head would only cause additional pain to the boy, who was now covered in bandages.

Mavis stretched out her hand, half hanging on Euphia's body as if she had no bones. Compared to continuing to feel sorry for the boy, Mavis would rather share some of the work that Suli might need to lead in the future.

"Instead of thinking about these, why not think about how to torture that so-called [spirit]?"

"After all, if that guy hadn't been there, I think it's very likely that Clemens would have given Sully a dagger and let him personally kill him."

Mavis muttered, "Compared to being bombed to the point where there is no trace left, Clemens might be more suitable to be pierced through the heart by a sharp weapon."

【Tiger】Just wants death.

He did not choose to be devoured by the [Spirit] and die. First, he had never known of its existence before. Second, after learning of the other party's existence, Clemens' brain automatically had more information about the mutual devouring.

Just like the vague feeling that the crow had before entering the monster society, that information was given by a higher class.

Devouring means pure devouring of living things.

Given a choice, Clemens would of course choose Sully.

It's a pity that if there wasn't a disguised drama, people like [Spirit], who could even be shielded by Clemens' dark elements, might only know this information after Clemens was already dead.

Then there will be no question of catching Him.

"That's what I think anyway." Mavis nodded vigorously.

The Dark Saint said some confusing words, but Euphia understood her meaning in the blink of an eye.

"That makes sense." Euphia sneered, "What do you mean by representing the collective consciousness of mankind? I don't want to be represented at all."

"Besides, that guy was born to help humans get rid of the oppression of the monster society."

"And they ended up with something like that..."

Speaking of this topic, several people who took the initiative to take over the interrogation work began to talk about the sins that the [Spirit] had committed.

Ten thousand years is too long, but if humans really evolved from primitive humans, this number would not be enough.

And if humans were allowed to redevelop their own system from the fallen monster civilization, then the current eighteenth/nineteenth century would be normal.

But the reality is that it was already like this ten thousand years ago.

Everything from the monster civilization at that time was copied and pasted, and then humans were forced to indoctrinate and accept the monster's rules.

Even if this is the case, in theory, humans should develop their own path.

But the existence of the spirit controls human consciousness, affects human thinking, manipulates the human brain, and tells humans that not only you, but all future generations and all human beings like you must live the same as you?

"But under normal circumstances, what the Spirit would do is to strengthen humans, giving them the power to kill Clemens and devour the Tiger, right?" Willard shook his head.

After all, the spirit wants to be stronger.

He also said: "As a collective of human consciousness, strengthening itself first is to give humans the chips, so that humans have the basic power to fight against monsters. It is more convenient than just a [spirit]."

Du Ya also said: "But how can you say that the [Spirit] didn't do this? The Church of Light is much more powerful than the Church of Darkness in human society. It's just that the [Spirit] is powerful only in itself, in itself as a consciousness, not in the source of human beings."

"But the direction of his strength is different from that of Clemens." Julius said after a pause, "The latter's development is obviously more like moving towards the ultimate power. As for [Spirit], it seems that he has a deeper level of thought control ability."

Diz stroked his chin, half summarizing, half asking, "In that case, if the power of mind manipulation is developed to the extreme, is it possible to control Clemens and make the Tiger come to be devoured?"

"Before, a large number of the nobles in the inner city seemed to be extreme believers of the God of Light." Ophelia sneered.

"Those nobles may be ignorant and stupid, and may be hopeless, but as nobles, their wealth and power allow them to concentrate all kinds of information resources. No matter what, they can't give everything to gods they have never seen with their own eyes."

"There's no need to discuss this further." Mark shook his head. "What we should think about now is how humans, a race that has nothing to do with monsters but is closely connected to them, can intervene in the existing rules of transforming monsters under the monster civilization system."

"That's right." The Dark Pope agreed, "I think it's not enough to let Suli's light shine on the whole of Amicbee."

"They were once humans but transformed monsters. Even if they no longer want to be human, they should at least be qualified to enjoy the light of Suli."

Dean Asa's mouth twitched: "But my intuition tells me that you simply don't want to let go of my transformed monsters."

"Do you want to?"

"Ha ha ha, I didn't say that."

As for letting it go, which monster would choose to let go of a human who later awakened to the monster's characteristics?

These trivial matters will be handled by humans, feathered people and mermaids.

On Suli's side, the young man needs to face the problem of how to deal with the [Spirit].

When Sully went to face the guy who was wrapped in countless layers of dark elements, Mavis took the initiative to give him a dagger.

She added: "Even if Clemens hadn't tried it on the Tiger, you could have chosen to aim the blade at the Spirit."

"As long as you want." Mavis half covered her mouth and smiled meaningfully before leaving the room.

The subtext is that as long as Sully wants, he can choose to poke at any time even the collective consciousness of human beings.

Will killing the [Spirit] have any impact on other humans?

After all, it is a collective title of human consciousness.

It's not like other people haven't considered this issue, but when you compare the time when Sully was almost manipulated and the serious injuries he suffered after the battle with Clemens...

Whether it was Mavis, who was a little crazy herself, or other rational or sober people, they all thought that it would be best for the [Spirit] to die sooner rather than later.

Even the only value of His death was that it allowed Suli, who had suffered so much, to vent a little of the anger in his heart.

Even though the person involved didn't have this idea at all.

Suli didn't feel depressed at all.

The only discomfort is the feeling of fatigue from deep within my heart after my body has recovered.

This feeling didn't bring any pressure to Sully because he had experienced it before.

You have to know that after finishing the four years and seven volumes, he lay in bed in the house for a whole month and would not get out of bed unless it was necessary.

Aim to sleep more than sixteen hours a day, like a cat.

When Sully thought about the fact that he could retire four years earlier than he had expected, before he turned 18, he felt that this fatigue was nothing.

The boy entered the room.

The Western-style building still had that kind of gorgeousness with a bit of retro atmosphere. At this moment, a small square table was placed in the middle of the room. A strange object wrapped in dark elements and turned into a ball was pressing on the table with more than ten layers of sealing magic circles stacked on top of it, and it kept roaring.

Perhaps there were too many people with dark elements among the people who came to the monster society this time, so the sounds transmitted by the [spirits] were intermittent.

"You...humans...you, monsters...!"

Previously, when others were discussing things related to the [Spirit], Sully was also listening in, so when facing the [Spirit] again this time, Sully did not engage in excessive and unnecessary conversation.

The dagger spun in the boy's hand. The pen-spinning skill he learned when he was a student allowed Suli, who possessed the element, to hold the sharp blade of the dagger at will without leaving any marks on his slender hands.

Sully suddenly stopped moving, and the sound that was still coming intermittently also stopped abruptly.

It was like being covered by a filter from hell, or like the boy had memorized the light and shadows in this house and the environment in his mind. From the perspective of the spirit, He could only see the upper half of Suli's face hidden in the darkness, leaving only half of his face as pale as paper, but with lips as red as blood.

The dagger was thrown up, flashing with a cold light. After it fell down, the young man held it steadily and then gently placed it on the table.

【Spirit】Dare not to speak.

Because He knew that He would really die.

Like Clemens.

When Suli and the Tiger were fighting, the Dark Pope was holding the Soul that was trapped to death and watching together.

When the boy charged forward with the blade in hand, that was when Sully looked the most ferocious, and that was also when others saw that the boy was invincible.

Everything ahead of him, everything that stands in his way, will eventually turn to ashes.

Especially now.

[Spirit] I can't see any complacency or pride in killing Clemens from Sully's expression and posture.

It was as if killing such a horrible enemy that he had been trying to kill for tens of thousands of years but could not devour was just like eating and drinking in his daily life.

will die.

He thought so when the young man looked over.

will die.

He was still thinking this as Suli approached with his hand outstretched.

Will die...

That is a death that cannot be resisted at all!

It's not that I haven't thought about whether I should try to control Sully again, but let's not talk about the thick dark elements that forcibly sealed him, just talking about the human spirit and the powerful power we now possess...

These are not things He can influence.

It was so strange that any element could pass through it, just like the body of the element factor itself. After the boy was able to control elements of different attributes more finely, the [Spirit] no longer had the possibility to control Sully.

"What do you want to do!" He looked fierce but weak, and deep in his heart, there was an uncontrollable fear.

The boy's footsteps, his figure, and even the sound of his shallow breathing that filled the entire room seemed to have become something of indescribable horror.

For a moment, He may have wondered whether it would be better to be killed immediately rather than slowly experiencing these fears.

Will I die? Will I not die?

Can you escape? Can you not escape?

Just like what someone summarized on the Internet, the different types of horror in China and the West.

What the Spirit felt from Suli was everything that was incompatible with the existing cognition of this world.

Fear, terror, wanting to escape.

But none of this worked.

The young man had already walked to the table and placed his hands on the table. He pulled out a chair and pointed with his fingertips. As he sat on the chair, the dark elements that tightly controlled the [Soul] were easily released.

[Spirit] I thought that Suli actually didn’t hear the questioning of humans at all.

But even if he couldn't hear clearly, Suli knew what He would say.

"What do I want to do?" Suli shifted his gaze and placed it lightly on the dagger on the table.

The dagger had already been unsheathed. The tip of the sharpened weapon was not heavier than the handle and the back half, and the front end was slightly curled up.

Seeing this, Suli calmly stretched out his pale fingers, gently pressed the front end of the dagger blade, and then quickly withdrew his hand.

The tail end of the dagger fell, and the heavy sound of the handle hitting the table made the [Spirit] subconsciously startled, and then, it was uncontrollably angry and shouted: "What on earth do you want to do!"

The atmosphere that was about to drive people crazy kept gushing out of the room, but people were blocked inside and unable to evacuate.

As soon as Suli's angry shouting stopped, he quickly grasped the dagger and pushed it in front of the "Spirit" in the middle of the table.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, faster than the speed of thinking, leaving the soul with no time to react and could only make a stiff "uh huh" sound.

Sully chuckled.

The air was filled with the clear laughter, as clear and transparent as mountain spring water.

The soul only felt fear.

Boundless fear, growing fear.

If just now I was just about to drive Him crazy, now...

He has gone mad.

It’s going to die, it ...!

He will really die!

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the young man's silent voice filled the air again.

"In the past ten thousand years, you have directly or indirectly killed tens of millions of people. If you were to follow human laws, even in a country without the death penalty, you would probably be imprisoned for eternity."

"But as someone who was born in a country with the death penalty, I will never accept that someone like you, who is worse than an animal, can continue to live for thousands and thousands of years with good food and drink."

"You should be killed, cut into pieces, have your tendons and bones pulled out, have your eyes gouged out, have your heart ripped out, and all the extreme punishments that humans can think of should be used on you."

Suli's words, although devoid of any emotion, pulled the soul, which was almost unconscious and insane, back to the realm of clarity.

He thought, how is it possible?

He is just a collection of consciousness without a body, how could He experience such pain?

Some things that are impossible to do are constantly uttered from the mouth of a guy who makes Him afraid...

This is ridiculous.

Since we cannot punish Him as we imagine, can we only try to vent our feelings in various languages?

This is ridiculous.

[Spirit] Repeat again in your heart.

He tried to taunt Suli: "You don't even dare to kill me, and you can only use those useless words to comfort yourself again and again. But it is also true, you are a human being, and the extreme you can imagine is just a part of me."

"So..." Small.

"Well--!"

The words of the Spirit did not continue.

The dagger in the boy's hand directly penetrated the anomaly hidden under the many dark elements.

When Clemens died, his eyes were filled with surprise and joy. What kind of emotions would a [spirit] that doesn't even have a human form have?

Suli looked at the dagger that pierced through the sphere in an instant, ignoring the dark clouds that suddenly gathered outside the window and the thunder that exploded.

The boy whispered: ...

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