Chapter 67 The Taste of the Goddess (revised version)

"Ostara... Ostara... Ostara..."

The sound echoed in Ron's ears, and he chased the syllables through the black sea.

It was a woman's voice, and her voice was full of warmth. Just by listening to that voice, it was as if one could feel an embrace full of tolerance, which made people feel peaceful and want to fall asleep in that embrace.

Unknowingly, Ron had dived to the bottom of the sea... The seabed was covered with dark brown mud.

Suddenly, he saw a white trace in front of him.

It's a striking contrast in a sea of ​​monotony.

Ron subconsciously drifted towards the white color. As it got closer, Ron could see it more clearly.

A pure white ridge, slightly curved, forming an arched arc...

No, that's not a ridge.

It was a...pure white rib.

Huge and slender.

Once upon a time, a powerful being died here. His body was soaked in the black sea and rotted, leaving only pale bones.

Looking further away, more and more skeletons appeared in front of Ron, more crowded than the stars in the sky.

The indescribable sadness made Ron's soul tremble.

Look at the dark brown mud under your feet...that's not mud, it's rotten flesh and blood.

A deep sadness overwhelmed Ron's soul.

Is it crying? Or despair?

Ron didn't understand why he had such strong feelings when he clearly had nothing to do with these skeletons.

A chaotic sound began to echo in his ears, a roar that shook the earth, a roar that turned the stars upside down, a howl of death, and a cry of despair and powerlessness...

Why am I so weak? Where is the hope? It is a collection of extremely negative emotions.

"Ostara... Ostara... Ostara..."

At this moment, the calling voice rang in his ears again, like a ray of light that freed Ron's consciousness from the vortex of despair.

Chasing the sound again, Ron didn't know how much time had passed, but he suddenly stopped.

A huge stone tablet appeared in front of him.

Very big.

It is even larger than the mountain-like skeletons that we have seen before, but most of this huge stone tablet is obscured by rolling black fog, so it is impossible to see what is on it.

There was only a small gap in a corner.

The moment he saw the gap, Ron suddenly realized that the mysterious stone slab that was still in his storage ring was actually picked out from this stone tablet.

His gaze moved to the side, and right next to the gap in the stone tablet, there was a small piece of stone slab that was not obscured by the black fog.

There are several stone slabs like this. They are surrounded by black fog. At the edges of the stone slabs, you can see countless black silk threads growing out of the black fog, crawling on the surface of the stone slabs like tiny insects.

There seemed to be some traces engraved on the stone slab, some of which were not clear.

Ron moved a little closer, and after floating for about half a minute, Ron finally saw clearly the contents on the stone slab closest to him.

It was a dilapidated, dim mural.

On the mural, there is a tall woman with black chains wrapped around her body. Behind her is a rising sun, and her head is raised high towards the black void.

Her appearance is stunningly beautiful.

She seemed to be half a head taller than Ron, but she didn't look bloated at all. Her slim figure perfectly matched the golden ratio. She was full of feminine gentleness and had an amazing body.

Her legs were very long, but they looked very harmonious against her tall figure. She was wearing armor, but the armor was very subtle, just covering her chest and hips, leaving her slender and toned legs and sexy waist with muscular lines completely exposed, like a heroic female warrior, but one could not help but wonder how much defense this little bit of armor could provide.

Her skin was not as white and delicate as that of ordinary women. Although it was fine, it was full of health, adding a different kind of charm. Her long golden hair was spread out, as if the wind was blowing, and the curly golden hair was emitting brilliant golden light, just like the scorching sun at noon. The black fog that filled the surroundings made people dare not even approach.

Two black shackles were tied at the ankles above the two beautiful, round feet with graceful curves.

Ron's throat moved, and an idea was becoming clearer and clearer in his mind.

This is... the goddess of dawn, Ostara.

The image was somewhat different from what Ron had imagined. This was a heroic, beautiful, and powerful goddess of combat. She was like a dazzling sun.

Just as Ron was admiring the beautiful woman on the mural, the woman moved.

She turned her head to look in Ron's direction. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he found that there seemed to be a gentle smile on the goddess' beautiful face.

Then she opened her arms.

Densely packed translucent tentacles sprouted from Ostara's back.

Just like when Ron first saw the statue of the goddess of dawn in the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.

The tentacles twisted in mid-air and wrapped around Ron.

The tentacles were soft, delicate and elastic, just like the sexiest skin on a goddess.

As the tentacles dragged him, Ron's soul moved uncontrollably towards the direction of the goddess. He had a strange expression on his face. This goddess was indeed entangled with him.

The closer they got, the more Ron could feel Ostara's breathtaking beauty.

The smile on Ostara's face became more intense and gentle, and her eyes even carried a feeling that Ron couldn't describe, as if she was deeply nostalgic, and also seemed to be carrying some kind of unspeakable sadness.

Ron had countless questions in his mind that he wanted answers to, but before he could open his mouth to ask, the two souls had already stuck together, and Ostara did not give him a chance to speak more.

At that moment, Ron's entire soul trembled.

Ha! It was so abrupt, yet somehow it seemed natural.

Ron couldn't even describe what that feeling was like, it was like perfect harmony.

It is a feeling that makes people feel more satisfied and happy than intercourse.

Their souls were entangled and merged with each other, savoring a beauty they had never experienced before.

Every particle in the soul is wrapped in soft and delicate warmth.

This is the bottom of the Black Sea, but Ron feels as if his consciousness is floating in the clouds. The soft sunlight falls on his body, making him feel lazy and unwilling to wake up from this feeling.

Perhaps, this is what is called the fusion of soul and desire!

As if it was pure instinct, Ron wrapped his arms around the goddess' slender and toned waist.

His fingers began to dance on the goddess' body, savoring the bone-melting and soul-stirring beauty.

Ron could vaguely feel that something was flowing into his body along with Ostara's soul.

…

Time seems to have frozen.

I don’t know how long it had passed, but this beauty finally ended, like a wonderful dream that I finally woke up from.

The entangled souls gradually separated.

Almost at the same time, an evil and extremely cold eye suddenly appeared in the black void. The huge eyeball slowly turned, as if trying to turn its gaze in the direction of Ron.

Ron shuddered.

He didn't know what this mysterious evil eye was, but his instinct told him that he must not be stared at by this evil eye.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

His will was trembling...

"Wake up, wake up, wake up..."

He is roaring.

He tried to wake up from this strange state.

At this moment, Ostara slowly raised her right hand, and with a "pop" sound, five fingers poked into her chest.

The slender fingers tightly grasped a bloody heart and handed it to Ron.

Ostara's beautiful eyes were still fixed on Ron. Her expression suddenly became somewhat sad, and her lips slightly opened:

"No, forget me!"

The next moment, Ron suddenly opened his eyes.

In front of me was still the pale bone ship, and around me was the tranquil sea.

Holding the railing with one hand to support his soul, Ron gasped for breath. Although he had no real body, Ron had the illusion that he was extremely tired.

After a long time, Ron finally recovered a little. He looked at Elsa. The system was still standing on the railing, staring at him quietly.

This heartless system has no idea that its host has just experienced a life-and-death escape.

However, a beauty is a beauty, and she looks so elegant even when standing on the railing.

Looking at Elsa's back, Ron inexplicably had an idea. What if he hugged Elsa from behind and said, "I am the king of the world?" Considering the huge corpse under the black sea, the huge pale bones, and the rotten meat turned into thick mud, it didn't seem romantic.

Ron was a little impressed with himself. After everything he had just experienced, he could still have such a thought in his mind.

However, Ron didn't know if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Elsa's gaze towards him seemed to have become... even colder? Was she angry? What was there to be angry about? It felt like a girl whose boyfriend had been taken away, muttering: I was here first!

Shaking his head, Ron suppressed the strange thought that suddenly emerged in his mind. Elsa had that cold expression all day long, as if someone owed her money. This should be normal.

He was breathing slightly, staring at the black ocean below, with a very complicated expression on his face.

It is certain that the pale and huge bones at the bottom of the Black Sea are the remains of fallen gods, and the thick mud is the rotting flesh and blood of the gods.

It can be confirmed that the stone slab that the mysterious old man gave to the original owner of this body was picked out from the huge stone tablet on the bottom of the Black Sea!

The Black Sea, the boat that carries souls.

Apart from Ron and the beings summoned by Ron, only dead gods appear here.

How did that mysterious old man manage to enter the Black Sea and even pick a piece of stone from the stone tablet at the bottom of the Black Sea, and finally leave this world of the dead?

Could it be that the mysterious old man is even more outrageous than a god? Or does he have some way to circumvent the restrictions here?

And there is the goddess of dawn, Ostara!

The rising sun behind is the symbol of the goddess of dawn.

Everything he just experienced seemed to be just an illusion, but that extremely elegant figure, the exquisite and perfect curves, the delicate and elastic skin, and the trembling of the collision of souls were forever imprinted in his soul.

The taste of the goddess is really good.

But she was the supreme goddess, beautiful, elegant, noble, and powerful. Why would she lower herself to have a spiritual union with a mere human like him? Ron didn't think he had the charm to attract even a goddess.

Wrapping around his body seemed to be more than just a tease.

Why did Ostara dig out her heart, and why did she give it to herself?

In an instant, countless thoughts emerged in Ron's mind... Then, he thought of the first time he entered the temple and saw the statue of the goddess.

He received the gift from the goddess, the Heart of Ostara.

Buzz! Instantly, Ron's soul trembled, as if a layer of goose bumps grew on his soul.

Ron opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The Heart of Ostara... the necklace...

It really is the heart of the Dawn Goddess!

Another very important point is that Ostara had already handed the heart to Ron the moment he entered the temple and saw the statue of the goddess. So why did he have to demonstrate it again on the stone tablet? What exactly did he want to convey? Recalling the bloody scene on the mural where the goddess of dawn Ostara inserted her fingers into the chest and took out the heart, Ron was horrified.

And the mysterious, cold evil eye that appeared at the end.

Could it be that Ostara wanted to give him a chance to live by giving him the heart? Even if Ostara was destroyed, devoured, and suppressed by the mysterious evil eye, could she still be revived through this heart?

So this heart is the anchor point for Ostara's resurrection?

Or, is she trying to remind herself of something? Think of the introduction of Ostara's Heart: She will become your second heart!

A certain idea became clearer and clearer in Ron's mind.

Perhaps, this is the salvation of the Goddess of Dawn for him.

This is also his next opportunity to fight against the repairman! But what does that sentence, "Don't forget me", mean? 　The first chapter is sent in the early morning. This chapter has been revised for a long time. Please vote. The day before yesterday, the recommendation was 490, and yesterday, 240 accumulated two updates. This month, the monthly ticket is 200+, and the cumulative update is 2 updates. In addition to the ten updates of the leader, the cumulative update is 14

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