Eamon: Declined.

The reputation of the sorcerer's chaos is obvious to all, and it is quite shocking to see it with your own eyes. Oreius coughed, apologized to the two in his heart, and then continued to read. Fortunately, the following is no longer a record of private life, otherwise he would have to consider not looking at it inappropriately.

[I got what you said. Are you a fool? You put the eggs of the Fire Demon King in the underground ice pool? Even if it is to suppress its development, it is too stupid. If you are still in front of me, I will pour tea on your head. ]

[Hell is dying, the molten river has dried up, the black hole is getting bigger and bigger, and has begun to swallow the sky dragon. The demons are very panicked, and more and more demons choose to kill each other and die. This is not guided by chaotic nature, but they are committing suicide. To be honest, I want to do something. This is not something that can be stopped by humans. I actually started to miss those righteous gods. When will they find out that there is a problem in Hell? ]

[I am Mary Odrof, one of the highest-level Nine-Point Warlocks today. My teacher, Bonnie Corida, is the founder of the Swamp Warlock Academy, the protector of all evil sorcerers, the leader of the Nine-Point Warlocks, and she claims to be the most beautiful woman in the world except for the goddess of beauty. She stayed here for four years, and seven years after her death, I finally found this place. And this is my third year in hell.]

【I am going to die.】

【For those who come later, the only ones who will come here are heretics, believers and sorcerers. If you are a true god, just ignore what I said. In short, Hell is doomed. This world will gradually break away from the main world and become an isolated entity. I regret not destroying the teleportation array we left behind. It is a dead end. Now I no longer have the ability to destroy it, so please destroy it.】

【In addition, I have another request. 】

[Demons are chaotic and disorderly, but they share the evil of the world and play a great role in continuing the life of the world. Warlocks are born with a kind of power. If they do not become warlocks, they will ignite themselves and move towards death. Making a contract with the devil is the first step to becoming a warlock. After Hell lost contact, many children in the academy were unable to make a contract with the devil and were eventually burned to ashes. ]

[Although in the eyes of many people, warlocks are evil. But we just want to survive. I injected the remaining power into the egg of the Demon King. If it is still alive when you come, and you have a way to leave, please take it away. In return, you can go to the Warlock Swamp, use my finger bones as proof, and take all my inheritance. ]

It was obvious who had taken the finger bone. Instead, the next person's angry accusation was taken away.

[Since you can't go back, just destroy it!? Damn it, I've been screwed by your teacher-student relationship! After I became a Nine-Point Warlock, I didn't even have many bedmates. My pearl necklace, my diamond ring, my beautiful skirt that was woven by ten elf masters for twenty years... Ah, you bastards, if you weren't already dead, I would definitely pull you out for a heart-to-heart talk! Tsk, I'm the fourth principal of the Swamp Warlock Academy I. The teleportation array has been destroyed, but the remaining space aura has been fixed. There's nothing I can do about it. The next generation, you guys should try your best. The egg was dying, so I repaired it. You guys can handle the rest. I'm going to scold the stupid founder and second principal again! ]

[I am the fifth president of the academy. I would like to thank you for your contributions. With the help of the space rift that appeared by chance, we successfully brought back the devil eggs. The three new warlocks are very healthy. Since the hatched devils are extremely incompatible with the main plane, we will try to fix the hell next.]

[I am a four-pointed sorcerer... The world fixing ritual is complete, Hell has not flown away, but the existing sorcerers have suffered heavy losses, and all those with five points or above have died... The main interface has serious changes, and the mechanical army in the mechanical city has gone berserk...]

【I am the current temporary administrator of the academy. Newly hatched demons are dying in large numbers. The Supreme Astrologer suddenly died after a divination of the future. After that, the God of War went crazy and began to attack other gods crazily, setting off a war of gods. We can only protect the safety of students as much as possible and prevent them from being involved in the war. But I still can't help but think, what should humans do next? 】

[I am the current leader of the wizards. Forget about the name. Those who failed to maintain the past glory should not be listed with the names of their predecessors. The gods of the main plane have fallen one after another, the black mist has eroded everything, and many new monsters that have never been recorded have appeared. Magicians have died one after another, magic elements have disappeared at an incredible speed, and demon eggs cannot be hatched in the main plane at all. Now, Hell has become our final destination. This is an irreversible road, I hope we can survive. ]

【.....】

Each record is very concise, describing life after arriving in hell. The environment of this dead world is equally bad, with no sun, no light or heat, no food, and no water. The warlocks worked hard to open up a new homeland, and they repeatedly failed but persisted, showing the resilience of human beings. However, their efforts were not rewarded, and after a long period of persistence, no one continued to record for a long time. Until the bottom of the stone pillar, there was a blurred record in a pale green handwriting.

【I am the last warlock of the human race. According to our last contact with the main plane, the warlocks who remained in the main plane were destroyed, humans mutated, the black fog spread, the gods fell, and all the astrologers died. The warlocks in hell were also annihilated, and the remaining demons all died. I am the last survivor. I am sorry, seniors, we are not worthy of your sacrifice.】

[The teacher told me that the Swamp Wizard Academy used to be very glorious. Fire Warlocks and Water Warlocks were always fighting, and the most favorite thing for the evil warlocks was to study how to summon succubi behind the scenes. Shadow Warlocks would secretly act as middlemen and once became the richest group of students in the academy. Warlocks who were teachers would sit in the garden of man-eating plants in the afternoon to chat and play with the three-headed dog of hell as a puppy. Due to the style of some warlocks, there was a rumor outside: if a warlock really fell in love with a person, he would make a secret potion for eternal youth. Therefore, many people came to the outside of the swamp, trying to get the love of the warlocks, but they didn't know that the students hiding in the swamp would laugh when they saw them...]

[She smiled happily when she talked about this, so when I cut off the mutated tentacles, the teacher said she didn't feel any pain at all. ]

[I feel so hopeless, so miserable... I am so tired.]

[I really want to see what spring in the swamp is like, but we can never go back.]

【I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do. 】

The green handwriting ends here.

Thus, an era ends.

The young man sighed. He couldn't tell what he felt. The dark sky overlooked everything, staring coldly at the tiny fire. Perhaps thousands of years ago, the group of sorcerers struggled to survive in the darkness just like now.

Once, twice, countless times.

The world whispered to him with its bloody reality: This is the end of mankind.

After the inspection of the portal was completed, he said, "I found it! The place where this portal leads to should be the place where they built the teleportation array. Although the teleportation array was also destroyed, a coordinate was left behind. These people have no way to leave, but we can use this to open it. As long as you give me enough blood, I can take care of this place in three days."

"Hasn't your original self discovered this place?"

"So what if it was discovered? It did cause damage here, but I'm not a pushover."

Oreius nodded, walked around the stone tablet and headed to another place, planning to take advantage of the next few days to look around the area and see if there was anything he had missed.

At this moment, the young man caught a glimpse of something. He turned around and found two lines of words on the back of the stone tablet. The words were written in a pale handwriting:

[Ha! You got fooled? I'm not a crybaby! ]

[If you see this line, I am here to say hello to you! I am the last warlock, Barara Sidhi, I am fourteen years old this year, and I am glad to see you, my friend who lives in the future. My teacher always told me: We will die eventually, but humans will not give up. So, are you willing to tell me the stories after that? ]

The red-haired young man stared at the words, especially the last symbol, as if she saw a very cute and lively girl, wiping her tears while carving something on the stone tablet. Not long after she finished carving, she regretted her weakness and hurriedly raised her pen to erase it, but she felt that this was too obvious. After thinking for a long time, she decided to carve the rest of the words on the back as a small surprise for strangers.

Hundreds and thousands of years apart, this little surprise hit the young man's eyes like a white dove, sweeping away the gloomy and sad atmosphere. After a while, Aurelius suddenly laughed. He sighed half-sighing, half-grateful, and sat down next to the stone tablet. He looked up at the small message, as if he was face to face with the girl, and answered in a very gentle and soft tone.

"Of course, Miss Warlock who lived a long time ago. I am happy to tell you about the current situation of mankind."

It is human beings who suffer, it is human beings who are in despair, it is human beings who remain unyielding, and it is human beings who smile until the last moment.

Our footsteps are spread across all planes, and our souls always look toward the sky above our heads.

We have experienced hardship, fear, struggle, and filth, and have been alone with no one to walk with.

I fell countless times and stood up countless times. I laughed with tears and laughed with tears. The only thing that did not change was the stumbling forward.

So much has happened to humanity since you passed away. So where should I start?

......

The south is the territory of the Black Mist followers.

Amon has always felt that the superiors and subordinates of the Black Mist believers are actually very divided.

With a jerk like Aibo at the top, the subordinates rely on the middle level to keep in touch. Now the believers here still think he was sent down from above to be plated with gold.

Thinking of this, Eamon sneered.

He has been here for nearly a year since he came to the south. The followers of the Black Mist live in peace with the local nobles. Occasionally, there are some minor frictions, but they are not related to itching. Even Amon himself has begun to adapt to life as a mutant. He will rub oil on the scales on his body before going to bed every day to prevent them from falling off due to friction; he prefers raw meat to cooked food and happily accepts blood in his throat; he receives regular injections to maintain the stability of his body.

Now when he looks back at himself as the young master of the family, he feels as if he is surrounded by mist and haziness.

I used to be like this. He could even understand why Shaken didn't like him at that time. After all, Amon at that time was an arrogant bastard who did whatever he wanted in his brother's name.

Until now, he still lives under the protection of Aibo, otherwise the Black Mist followers in the south would not be respectful to him.

Why would you let yourself go back?

Eamon thought for a while and suddenly realized. After all, it was said by that idiot Aibo, so the reason was not important.

"Tell Mason about this first."

Thinking of this, Amon avoided other Black Mist believers and dialed the device that had not been contacted for a long time.

Thanks to the Mechanical City for setting up communication equipment for Guixiang City before leaving. Even though they are thousands of miles apart, the two sides can still communicate in a timely manner without any hindrance.

It was raining in Guixiang City when Mason received the call. Because of the dark fog, the rain belt here was slightly corrosive.

Mason was surprised to receive a sudden call from Eamon. After hearing the other party's intention, he fell into a long silence. Letting Eamon go back at this time inevitably made him have some bad guesses.

To be honest, Mason didn't expect the craftsman to let Amon go back. Not to mention the strength, the distance alone was a hurdle. The City of Insects was now deep in the black fog, and it was extremely difficult to go back. He simply communicated with Amon, who obviously thought of this.

"I thought so too, but he told me not to worry, there would be others to help me."

Amon curled his lips, not disguising the disgust in his tone: "You didn't miss me so much that you called me back to see you, did you?"

"In that case, let's go back first. You can't break up with them right now. It's very dangerous in the black fog. Do you need my help?"

"No, I just want to tell you that he sent someone to pick me up."

"Be careful."

Eamon said "hmm" and hung up the phone. He felt like a heavy stone was hanging in his heart.

In fact, Eamon didn't tell Mason. He always felt that even if their affairs were exposed to Abbott, the latter would not do anything to him.

The man seemed to care about him, but he never concealed his carelessness. To him, Amon was both an important brother and a tool that could be used. The two contradictions conflicted with each other. It was hard to figure out what Abbott wanted to do. No matter what he wanted to do, they could never go back to the past. Amon told himself silently in his heart that he only had one idea now. That was to escape from Abbott's control. Let him pay for what he did.

No matter what little tricks the parties are doing secretly, time is still moving forward quickly like flowing water.

After the portal finally connected the space coordinates, Mason turned his attention back to Oreius.

The obsidian gate slowly opened in front of him. The road condensed with black mist led to another gate, and a dark light was faintly visible in front.

Oreius stepped out of the door. Before he could regain his sight, a stinking cold wind hit his eyes. The red-haired young man remained calm, raised his hand and grabbed the soft foreign object. Using it as a fulcrum, he threw the opponent over his shoulder.

The thing spun half a circle in the air, and Orelius's hand lightened, and the soft foreign object broke in the air. The owner flew out with it, and fell heavily to the ground with a piercing scream.

This series of actions seemed complicated, but in fact it was completed in a few seconds. At this time, Oreius's vision recovered from the darkness and he could see the surrounding environment clearly.

The sky and earth were dark, and a dark mist was floating in the air. A mermaid was curled up motionless not far away, with half of her severed tongue covered in blood next to her.

In the surrounding swamps, new mermaids kept emerging, staring at Olesi with eager eyes. He stood alone on a small fulcrum in the middle of the swamp, with no way up or down.

"......"

The young man's mouth twitched as he silently looked at the portal floating beside him.

The portal was innocent: "The voice echoed in his heart. I have used up all my strength. I have no choice but to teleport you out now."

He tried very hard, okay?

The entity not only closed the door to leave, but also imprisoned the world in the door. If it hadn't been holding back a grudge, the portal would have spent ten days or half a month in it instead of choosing to confront it head-on.

Sensing the approaching presence of something, the pollutants had to pour cold water on the already bad situation.

"One more thing. The original body has discovered that we have escaped. It is approaching this side. Lord Orelius, what should we do next?"

What else can I do? Run!

Oreius turned and ran, and the portal quickly pointed the way: "East!"

The mermaids in the east were a little confused as they watched the human rushing towards them. They were stronger than their own kind and never thought that the other party would seek their own death.

After a brief moment of confusion, the mermaids rushed towards Oreius like fish in a hot pot.

The human heart was as calm as still water. He was not wrong. They were going to go to the depths. Naturally, they would choose the direction where the monsters were stronger.

The dark mermans blocked the way forward like a tide, their shark teeth interlaced in a dense mass, to the point of being dense and frightening. Oleus jumped over them one by one, and his right hand was bitten by a pair of interlaced teeth. Blood splashed on his face, and the merman quickly reacted. It let go of Oleus and turned to bite its former companion.

This scene seems familiar, but it is very useful.

But how could human power be faster than passing through the gate? Seeing the main body getting closer and closer, the teleportation gate gritted its teeth. The black gate opened in the air and swallowed Orelius.

As long as we are not caught by the original body, if anything goes wrong, Lord Oreus will definitely cover us!

With this belief, the portal moved again. It could only ensure the correct direction, but could not control the specific landing. This time, Oreius landed in mid-air.

The feeling of weightlessness at high altitude swept over his body, and the red-haired young man was caught off guard. He didn't even have time to curse at the teleportation gate.

He can't fly! No, I must find a way to give this vest wings when I go back. Oh, no, it seems that he was talking about this before the profiteer was gone, but it hasn't been realized yet. In this emergency, even humans themselves admire their own big heart, and they actually have the leisure to complain about themselves in their hearts.

The heavy object fell to the ground, creating a huge wave of mud and swamp.

The creatures sinking to the bottom of the swamp were startled by this and suddenly rushed out of the deep pool where the waves were still not calmed.

“——”

Sharp sounds hit the air, dirty mud and water dripped down its gray-brown body, and its eight legs were covered with sharp barbs.

The lurker turned around, staring at the disturber with twelve eyes, and a white spider web suddenly spurted out from its lower abdomen. Orelius quickly dodged it, and the spider web made a sizzling sound when it fell to the ground, and even the thick mud could not escape the corrosion.

There was no mermaid near this swamp, so the red-haired young man's expression became more serious. There was only one answer, that is, this spider was stronger than the mermaids around it, so it could monopolize this area.

The two sides confronted each other, and the spider stared at Oreius for a while, with a suspicious liquid slowly flowing from its jaws. It did not move at all, but the peaceful swamp around it surged like a tide. What emerged from it was not the swamp mermaid, but countless snakes entangled together.

They surrounded the spider like stars surrounding the moon, and the relationship between the two was extremely harmonious. Watching this scene, Oleus' heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly realized something.

He looked at the spider carefully and found that the third eye on its left was different. Where the pupil should have been was inlaid with an extremely small crystal fragment, making this eye full of holiness and evil.

At the same time, the divine star in Oreus's sea of ​​consciousness began to heat up slightly, as if it had sensed something and was therefore extremely excited.

Things had developed to this point, and the red-haired young man had no idea what was going on.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he finally realized that this was not a hellish difficulty at all. Not only did he have to avoid the pursuit of the portal body and find the heritage of the two gods in the swamp sea. Most importantly, these heritages were likely to have been divided up by various monsters. He had to fight his way through.

This is clearly a bottomless abyss! Can I just quit doing this job?

The young man sighed and rolled up his sleeves with a sad face.

......

When the portal arrived, the swamp was quiet. The portal recognized the place at a glance. There were snake corpses everywhere, and green liquid was mixed with the original mud. It was impossible to recognize the original appearance of the swamp. In the middle of the swamp, a huge spider corpse was half floating and half sinking, and its death was miserable.

The red-haired young man panted and leaned against the spider's body. His red hair was wet and stuck to his forehead. He looked very miserable. The portal was slightly surprised. They didn't expect that they would run into this spider by chance.

In fact, the craftsmen had discovered the secret here a long time ago and had been collecting it secretly. However, the divine nature of the two artifacts was too completely broken. They could only use the most stupid method, killing the monsters, taking back the fragments, and then gluing them together piece by piece.

Until now, the craftsman has not been able to collect all the fragments. This spider is not that powerful, but it has inherited the fragments of the twin snake gods' hidden and shadow duties, plus it can control snakes, so it is extremely difficult to catch. The portal has also fought with this guy, and it has transported him to various strange places, but wherever there is light, there will be shadows, and where there is no light, there will be darkness. This guy hid in it tightly and refused to come out, which was very difficult to entangle.

However, thinking of the human's ability, the portal itself was no longer surprised. As long as the human was given a chance, no matter how difficult the opponent was, it could be solved. According to its perception, the replica was nearby. It thought for a moment and immediately made a decision, distanced itself from the red-haired young man.

"You are looking down on me like this. Do I look like a fool?"

As an excellent pollutant, it would never make such a mistake. There must be a trap behind this!

The portal body groaned and began to teleport without hesitation, exiling a large number of things in front of it into the portal. The thick pool of mud, spiders, snakes, and Oreius fell to the ground. The portal immediately flashed into the void, and the main body never saw its true appearance.

The green grass was instantly dyed black by the mud and water. Orelius wanted to get up but fell back down, gasping and closing his eyes.

Oreius had intended to set a trap, but the spider was much more difficult to deal with than he had imagined. It was a master of stealth. It vaguely sensed the danger of Oreius and never confronted him head-on. As soon as the red-haired young man approached, the spider decisively hid in the shadows.

In order to kill it, Oreius spent a lot of effort. If the portal itself had taken action at that time... it would probably have fallen into the trap. He closed his eyes and wiped his face. The half-dead spider slowly stood up, revealing the weird scarlet pattern on its abdomen.

The portal body snorted coldly upon seeing this, claiming that it had seen through the human conspiracy a long time ago. It would not let itself fall into a desperate situation of close combat. As for the rest, of course, it would let [Eternity] solve it.

The portal itself quickly extracted its power and shouted deep into the grass: "Eternity!"

There was no response, only a figure walking towards here.

He had white hair and beard, bright eyes, and was tall. He looked very familiar. It was Duke.

What happened? Shouldn't Duke be dead and his body burned to ashes?

Aurelius frowned, and before he could think further, a ball of light ignited in Duke's hand. He stared at the monster behind the red-haired young man and said in a stern voice: "Someone actually had an affair with a monster and broke into the holy land of my Lord. You are a traitor who should be punished!"

Having said that, the old priest, who regarded faith as his life, attacked without hesitation.

This time, Oreius did not hold back. With his full firepower, Duke was no match for him. He threw away Duke's body and looked around for the Flower Girl and the Queen of Insects. The meadow was just like in his memory, even the layout of the cabin was exactly the same, except there was no trace of the Flower Girl and the Queen of Insects.

The portal brought bad news at the right time: "The way out of here has been blocked by the entity. It is very vigilant this time, and it is estimated that it will not be able to leave as easily as before."

Aurelius searched for a whole day but still couldn't find them.

At night, the air above the grass rippled and several swamp mermaids fell out of it. Aurelius killed them all. The next day, the familiar priest walked into the house and looked at him in surprise: "Who are you? Why are you in the church of my Lord?"

The red-haired youth killed him, and that night, several mermaids fell on the grass. They looked around in confusion, and were soon attracted by the lighted wooden house, and rushed over one after another...

No matter how many times you kill Duke, how many times you kill the mermaid, or how many times you burn the cabin and the grass, the grass will return to its original state the next day.

During this time, the portal tried to take Oleus away. But when he entered the portal, he came out to the same sickeningly familiar grass.

The portal entity was constantly monitoring them, and would be destroyed immediately if they showed any sign of leaving. The seals did not need food or sleep, and it was difficult for them to leave before the portal could defeat the entity.

The red-haired young man completely understood Duke's words. One of the two seals controls the authority of the door, preventing people from escaping. The other one fixes the range. If you stay in the same state for a long time, it will sooner or later cause a psychological breakdown.

Where Oreius couldn't see.

The portal itself is hiding inside the world of the portal, watching the humans spinning around with a gloating look of happiness.

"As long as we don't touch his blood, this guy is nothing to worry about. He's just an ordinary human. Even without the help of the Black Mist followers, we can trap him to death here."

"Don't let your guard down. Since Lady Lilith has told us to wait for reinforcements, we don't have to do anything unnecessary."

"Okay, what about those two guys?"

"I have temporarily locked them up somewhere else."

[Eternity] With a thought, an illusory scene appeared in front of the portal itself: the little flower girl and the Queen of Insects were staying in a small house in another meadow, Duke was praying, and the two of them were hostile to each other, hiding nearby and doing something unknown.

This is a major limitation of pollutants.

Humans can rely on various methods to replenish their combat power, but pollutants are different. They are born with upper and lower limits. Humans can grow and learn, but they can only maintain their original posture forever. The portal can go anywhere, but it cannot have a strong killing power. [Eternity] can put everything in this space, but cannot interfere with its life and death. If you want to get rid of the red-haired youth, you need new pollutants to help them.

For this reason, the out-of-control pollutants willingly cooperated with the artists to create copies, which were then handed over to the latter to study pollutants with biological characteristics.

Only living things can grow. Pollutants know that they are just an object used by people. After gaining wisdom, they dare not be just an object. Fortunately, they have a long time to wait for the results.

While the two runaway pollutants were chatting, a man stepped into the black mist.

The black fog in the west is always very dry and burns the lungs. At the beginning, Amon often felt uncomfortable. Now, when he set foot in the west again, he sadly discovered that his body actually developed an affinity with the black fog.

This means that he is gradually moving away from the ranks of humans and starting to move towards monsters. Amon put aside the unnecessary thoughts in his mind and tried to remain calm. Next, he was going to meet the temporary ally arranged by Abbott.

[Dear Eamon, how is life in the south? I hope you can forgive me for letting you leave the west for now. It is too dangerous for you here, and I can hardly protect you while I am asleep.]

【But don't worry, we will see each other again soon. I have a job for you. The Black Mist followers have cooperated with the craftsmen. They have entrusted us to go to the Swamp Sea. I think this is a chance for you to relax. I hope you have fun there. Don't worry, for your safety, I have specially prepared a guard for you. As long as you come to the west, he will find you himself. He is an interesting person and I believe he will not let you down. 】

【Your dear brother】

Amon held the letter, standing in the cold wind from the west. He had already contacted the person that Abbott had mentioned, and arrived at the requested place. The gold-rimmed envelope in his hand, which was stained with a faint fragrance, was already tightly clenched by his fingers. Thinking of the words in the letter, Amon felt like vomiting. Until someone gently patted his shoulder.

"You must be Mr. Eamon."

It was a cute, unfamiliar voice. Eamon turned around subconsciously and saw a pretty face. It was a charming woman who looked more suitable for appearing in a tavern. She was between a woman and a girl, wearing a blue silk dress decorated with fine gold foil and gorgeous blue and gold eyeshadow, which reminded people of a peacock.

"I'm Shui. It's our first meeting. Please give me your guidance, Mr. Eamon. I admire you very much!"

The other party bowed suddenly, which startled Amon. Since he came to the Black Mist Followers, he had never seen such enthusiastic people.

"You worship me?"

I can understand worshipping Aibo, but what does it mean to worship him? Amon was confused, but he saw that the other party kept a brilliant smile and lifted his clothes.

Before Amon's pupils could tremble, he saw the dense seams on the girl's belly and the sparse fish scales growing on it. The two things looked more evil in contrast, and Amon's heart suddenly turned cold. He was very familiar with this kind of marks.

Shui answered enthusiastically, "Like you, I am a resurrected person. You are the first person among the Black Mist followers to be successfully resurrected, and you are the brother of that person. You are the object of our admiration!"

Not every individual is suitable for resurrection. This is the information Amon learned clearly when he was in the south.

After a person dies, his soul will enter the black mist, and such a soul cannot be resurrected. But he can remain intact for a short time, which is the first requirement for resurrection. In order to ensure that he can be resurrected, Ai Bo specially prepared a backup for him. If there is danger, let the person with the same characteristics as him take over. But in the end, the backup was not used. In other words, the guy was lucky to survive.

Without saying anything, Amon took a deep breath and asked, "Don't you think resurrection is a terrible thing?"

"How could that be? If we can be resurrected countless times, in other words, we will have eternal life and no longer fear the contamination of the black mist. This is a good thing."

Shui looked at Amon with eyes as innocent as a deer, with visible excitement: "I didn't expect to see you alive in person. Can you let me sign your hand? Don't worry about the rest of the journey. Even if I die, I won't let you die. This is an opportunity I have finally grabbed. When we heard that you need protection, everyone wanted to fly over."

Eamon: "......"

What do you mean, you still want to see me dead? And you want to fly over here, it sounds scary.

He suddenly felt regretful and wanted to go back to the south right now. He knew he shouldn't have any illusions about Ai Bo. How could someone he said was interesting be a normal person?