Chapter 713 Life is a constant battle!

Bayan drifted in the Xirang.

He was wearing a special work suit made by the Yao clan, with a layer of forbidden stone armor on the outside, which could prevent the entry of Xirang. But this was only temporary, and the crystal mask fixed on the helmet would gradually break under the continuous pressure of Xirang.

Overalls only keep death at bay for a short while.

Through the cracked crystal mask, Bayan saw the white soil changing and wriggling like some kind of mollusk. They gradually stretched and contracted, shaping a human face with a broad nose, a square face, thick lips, and slightly raised brows.

Opposite the crystal, a face that resembles himself yet is not quite the same as himself is looking at him.

Bayan was calm.

The Degulin people are not afraid of death, as death is always common on the grassland.

Now we need to find a way to seek help from outside.

Bayan tried and found it difficult to move his body. This inability to move was like falling into some kind of whirlpool. It was very difficult for him to even slightly move his hands and feet.

There was a small crackling sound in my ears.

There is an additional slit slanting downwards in the center of the crystal mask.

Bayan frowned.

He saw a kitten suddenly appear on the crystal mask.

It was covered with white soil, like a cat that accidentally fell into a mud puddle. The cat held the mask with four paws and stared at him with a pair of amber yellow eyes.

Bayan had dealt with cats in Degulin, where there lived prairie cats, a group of alert and agile small beasts. They mainly appeared at night and almost always hid in caves during the day. They were solitary and could not be tamed, but occasionally appeared in the tribe to ask for food. If given food, they would allow people to touch them.

There are also some weak cats that will bring their kittens and place them in front of the tribe’s tents. The mother cats will not leave until they are adopted by people.

Normally they are solitary and cautious little animals.

Bayan didn't understand why there was a cat swimming in the Xirang Sea. There was only endless void above the Xirang Sea, and there was almost no world nearby. Only the mines of the Yao civilization stood there. This was also the basic knowledge that every miner had to master and remember.

"Did you end up here by accident, too?"

Bayan murmured.

The cat in the water opened its mouth and said, "It's not an accident. I've been here all along."

Bayan's eyes widened.

The cat understood through the crystal? He was speaking Degulin's native dialect.

Is it because of the refreshing mint in his work clothes? This is standard equipment for miners, and it allows miners from different worlds to communicate with each other.

No, no.

The point is, this talking cat lives in Xirang! Bayan was a little confused.

"You're dying."

The cat in the water looked at Bayan with its orange-yellow round eyes: "Then can you allow me to record your death?"

“…”

Bayan thought about it.

Death might not be a pretty sight, but since the cat is collecting, it's no big deal.

"Can."

"Yes, authorization has been obtained. The recording officially begins."

The cat in the water blinked and said, "My eyes will record the entire process of your death. If you don't want to record certain parts, you can let me cut them out or close them temporarily."

"No need... just record them all."

Bayan was more curious: "Are you a cat? Why are you in the Xirang Sea?"

"I am a 'Grave Spirit' created by the Eldar."

The cat stuck out its tongue and licked its nose, revealing a black spot, but it was quickly covered by the soil again.

"I record the deaths of the Eldar. I am a tomb that holds the dead."

The tomb spirit spoke in a light voice, and it sat on the crystal crack on Bayan's face in a light posture.

"Because I sensed traces of the Eldar, I came all the way here to record your death and erect your tombstone."

Bayan didn't understand: "Elves? But I'm not an Eldar. I'm a Degulin, not an Eldar."

“That’s not right.”

The cat blinked and said, "Your spiritual base overlap with the giants has reached 97%. You are a giant descendant of the spirits, which meets the target requirements."

Bayan didn't understand, but he wanted to.

It seems that there is no need to argue whether I am a giant or not.

It would be better to use the limited time now to try to save yourself.

"Can you help me? If I can get in touch with the mine, I will be saved," Bayan said.

"I'm sorry, the tomb spirit can only record and read death records. The rest is beyond my ability."

Nekomata said, "But my duties also include comforting you before you die. I can chat with you to complete the final comfort ceremony."

Since it was of no use, Bayan decided to ignore it for the time being.

He struggled to wave his arms and legs. This process was very difficult. He felt as if his whole body was being held tightly by someone. Fortunately, he could still move as Xirang did not fix him.

As long as you move, there is hope.

My ice swimming experience also played a role at this time.

Bayan struggled desperately against the pushing and shoving of the Xirang Sea, trying to lift himself up and float to the surface of the Xirang Sea, so that he would have a chance of survival.

"Why are you still struggling?"

The tomb spirit looked at him and said, "According to existing statistics, the mortality rate of a single life form from the outside world that enters here is 100%. There is no precedent for a single Eldar escaping. It is recommended that you save your energy to avoid being quickly locked by the foreign matter here, so that you can live longer."

Bayan realized that the Xirang had noticed him. The pressure on his body was increasing, and his hands and feet were getting heavier.

"Will Xirang lock onto my actions?"

The cat said: "I don't know. The tomb spirit has no data or countermeasures for these foreign substances."

"Then how do you live in the Xirang Sea?"

"Because I am a tomb spirit, a half-living body, I can shut down my vital signs. I can also digest the remaining corpses to sustain my own existence."

Bayan finally understood: "So you need my body."

"That's part of the mechanism. When there are enough resources, the tomb spirits will preserve the bodies of the deceased. When resources are scarce, the tomb spirits will digest the bodies of the deceased to ensure the continuation of the death information. Everything is for the sake of continuation."

The cat in the water wags its tail and looks harmless with its round eyes.

"Please rest assured, the tomb spirits will not harm the Eldar, let alone kill them. This is the highest order that we are born with. We will only digest corpses in extreme environments like here, preserving the dead in a way that is unique to the tomb spirits."

Bayan suddenly realized: "You mean... apart from the Eldar, will you hunt other victims here?"

The tomb spirit did not answer. It seemed as if it had not heard anything, maintaining its previous expression and wagging its tail.

"You will hunt those who are in distress, right?"

“…”

The tomb spirit's silence made Bayan feel creepy.

"Is there anything else you can do besides record the dead and digest the bodies?"

Bayan tested cautiously, silently enduring the pain of his body being manipulated by Xirang. He could clearly feel that the outer layer of his work clothes was being broken by external forces, and the cracks on the crystal were increasing, spreading like a spider web.

The last line of defense on the face may collapse at any time, allowing the soil from outside to come in.

"You're dying."

The cat blinked and said, "In your final moments, please take a good rest and take a deep breath - although many lives in this virtual universe don't seem to need to breathe. Then, please close your eyes and recall your happiest and most memorable moments. This will help relieve the tension before death."

Bayan said: "You were created by the spirits. I am also a spirit, right?"

"right."

"Then you should obey my orders, right?"

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

"Yes."

"Then I want you to save me."

"I'm sorry, the tomb spirit can only record and read death records. The rest is beyond my ability."

Still the same answer.

It is impossible to ask the tomb spirit for help.

Bayan felt his ears buzzing. Something was wrong inside the crystal and it was about to collapse.

He said, "Then I order you, if you encounter anyone struggling here in the future, you must wait until they die before eating them!"

The tomb spirit blinked and said, "Yes."

The cat said: "With a 100% mortality rate, why should we let them suffer in their final moments? Suffering will also consume the energy of the corpse, which is a waste."

"It must be done! It must be done!"

"yes."

Bayan felt a little relieved.

"Gravekeeper, do you know God?"

"I'm sorry..."

Bayan saw a tiny transparent crystal on his crystal mask break apart, and a little white sticky liquid seeped in from the outside.

Time suddenly became very slow at this moment.

Bayan heard from the old man that this is what happens when death comes, everything becomes very slow. This is the last moment left for the living, and also the last afterglow of life.

He thought of the miner he had saved.

Its skull should have been thrown to a safe area by itself, and it would have survived as long as it had not been swept into the Sea of ​​​​Xirang. The White Bone Ancestors had a very tenacious vitality.

Then he thought of the frozen lake in the world of Cold 1, where he had swam for about ten years as an ice swimming enthusiast. Looking back, that icy stinging feeling was also a kind of vitality of life.

Then he thought of Brother Jie again.

Brother Jie should still be there wearing shabby women's clothes and building demon altars everywhere. I wonder when he will be able to fully fit the role given to him by God.

Finally Bayan thought of God.

He knew of only two gods.

One is the master of the Dark Star, the source and god of all Dark races.

He is higher and farther than the Dark Sun. He is cold and cruel. He believes that those who are not competent for their roles are trash, and low-level Dark Elves are losers and defective products. But He also assigns [roles] to each Dark Elves, trains each Dark Elves, and helps them grow into the gods of the Dark Star.

The other is Yao Shen. Compared to the Dark Star Master, Yao Shen is even more mysterious. It is said that Yao Shen is a higher being that is even more terrifying than the Dark Star Master. He once wiped out a civilization in the Dark Star world and acted arrogantly. The Dark Descendants would be especially careful when talking about Yao Shen, fearing that they would be wiped out if they said something wrong.

But in the eyes of the skeleton workers in the mine, God Yao looked completely different.

The oracle of the god Yao to all civilians said.

——You are hope and the future. You can create a brilliant civilization and a great culture. You are never humble, and you can also grow into gods...

Xirang broke through the crack and rushed in like an octopus tentacle, rushing towards Bayan's face.

But time still moves slowly.

Bayan suddenly understood at this moment that this was the real god.

People should learn to accept these real gods rather than imaginary perfect gods. They have a frightening side, but also an inspiring and respectful side.

And it is precisely these imperfections that make God more vivid and closer to the world than ever before.

Bayan had never been so eager to live.

I will fight until my last breath! Gods, Lord Anxing, Lord Yaoshen, please let me live! I want to live!

He struggled with all his might, but his face was already covered by some powerful and sticky force, and the Xirang penetrated into his body through his nose, mouth, ears, and eyes. His blood was decreasing, his body was getting cold, and his consciousness was fading.

On deathbed.

Bayan suddenly felt that he was flying. The Xirang in all directions were shocked by a tremendous force and fled in all directions. The great power from top to bottom enveloped him like the sun.

The yellow-white flames drove away the surrounding white soil... The cat that was about to open its mouth to bite its own neck was also captured by the hand of fire.

…

When he woke up again, Bayan found himself outside an ancient temple with four suns suspended in the sky.

There are many tall roses growing on the ground here. They are like small trees and shine with a golden luster.

“Is this the afterlife?”

Bayan looked around.

A person next to him said to him, "It's good that you woke up. This is the [Temple of the Sun], Lord Yao took you in, and Lady [Daughter of the Sun] treated your injuries caused by the Xirang. Now your body has basically recovered."

It turned out to be the Black Forge Prophet.

Bayan was stunned: "Lord Yaoshen personally saved me?"

He suddenly felt that his whole body was filled with strength, his level reached LV60, and he was also awarded the title of [Hero].

"This is the reward for the brave. Thank you for saving the lives of several miners."

Heidan stretched out his hand and said, "No matter where you are, what your beliefs are, or what your race is, you are a hero recognized by Lord Yaoshen and the Yao civilization. We will always open our doors to you, and we will stand by your side whenever you need our help."

Bayan shook hands with it and realized that the miners' description of God Yao was not false.

Even a lowly Dark Clan like himself can become a hero recognized by the God Yao.

He thought of the cat at this moment.

It's not right.

No matter how painful or disadvantageous it is, we must fight death.

Life is a constant battle!

(End of this chapter)