Chapter 739 Mythical Creature Form
Deep in the raging sea, inside a mausoleum that no real path can reach.
Azik walked down the steps step by step and came to the center of the tomb. The black fog there was slowly dissipating, revealing a huge object that was half unreal and half real.
It was a feathered serpent with its coiled tail like a mountain and its folded wings like cliffs. Its huge dark green scales exuded the same black color as the mist. Feathers stained with pale yellow oil emerged from the gaps, connecting to countless thin black tubes pointing in all directions, into the void, and leading to an unknown place.
Countless complex symbols continuously emerged and dissipated from its somewhat illusory body, seemingly representing all kinds of mysterious knowledge, which made Azik feel a shudder from the bottom of his heart.
But what surprised him most was the head of the feathered serpent. On that head, which was like a huge rock on the top of a mountain, was a bronze human face with eye sockets that looked like they were burning with flames, a high but soft nose bridge and cheekbones, and a black mole could be seen under the right ear.
It has the face of Azik Eggers!
Just as Azik was staring at it, it was also staring at Azik, the pale flames in its eye sockets gradually growing stronger, making Azik below feel as if an invisible wedge was pierced into his head. With a buzzing sound, he shook and lowered his head.
In the pain that tore his soul apart, he recalled a series of unfamiliar memories.
On a dead and silent land, next to a mountain of corpses, a feathered serpent that looked exactly like him was floating, and above it was a black cloud made up of various skulls.
Pitch-black tentacles stretched out from the inside of the cloud, wrapped around the body of the feathered serpent, pulled out his spirit, and his body fell to the ground limply.
In the skull cloud, a pair of pale, flaming eyes like candles in the wind looked at the spirit. A polluted feather then fell, splitting the spirit into two. Half of it was taken into the tentacles and entered the cloud, while the other half was mixed with a piece of gold ornament, becoming a half-gold, half-gray spirit. It returned to the inside of the feathered serpent while being burned by the pale flame.
The face of the feathered serpent in his memory gradually overlapped with the one in front of Azik, allowing him to regain the last part of his missing memory.
That was the truth that he had never encountered despite his repeated reincarnations and resurrection from the dead.
That was the reason why he always lost his memory and could only integrate into society with his ignorant human body, taking on various identities:
Half of his soul was torn apart and left his body, becoming the feathered serpent in front of him that looked exactly like him!
"Salinger...Father?"
He forced a name out from the back of his throat.
He was Azik's father and Balam's true ruler, the Hades of the Four Emperors' War, the essence of death, the sovereign of the dead, and the final resting place of all living beings.
"Death" Salinger.
At the end of the Pale Calamity, this god who had surpassed the true gods but became even more insane had a premonition of his own end, but was unwilling to die. Therefore, he left behind a backup plan to preserve a glimmer of hope for resurrection: He divided the soul of his child, the "Archon of Death" Azik, filling half with a certain object and sending it back into his body, and combining the other half with the "uniqueness" of this path to become the current artificial God of Death. He gradually revived and began to actively influence the High-Sequence Beyonders who failed to ascend through the "God of Death" path.
Azik, who had lost half of his soul and was filled with foreign matter, repeatedly entered a new reincarnation through the resurrection ceremony of Sequence 4 "Undead", repeatedly regained part of his memory, and repeatedly ended his life to prepare for the "next life".
Until he was getting closer and closer to the "truth", and even came here on his own initiative, and his other half of the soul was now ready to combine with it and become the cold and crazy "Archon of Death" again.
By then, Azik Eggers, who has returned to the peak of his strength and gained "uniqueness", will forget everything he cherishes and turn into the monster with a snake body and a human head during the Pale Disaster, becoming a true god of death full of divinity but without any humanity!
He will forget Klein and Angel behind him!
Feeling their attention focused on him, even though they were hiding behind the sarcophagus with their eyes tightly closed, Azik knelt painfully on the stone steps, resisting the pressure from the Quetzalcoatl and from the depths of his own heart, and roared:
"No!"
He was unwilling to become the powerful and cold "Consul" described by the "White Saint" Katarina, nor was he willing to become the self sitting on the skull throne deep in his memory, and he was even more unwilling to forget everything he cherished now.
Azik was crawling on all fours, just like the "Admiral of Hell" Ludwell who had knelt before him. His bronze face was covered in sweat, which dripped onto the thousand-year-old stone steps, turning into a spreading yellowish yellow stain and producing fine white hairs.
Contrary to his inner thoughts, the huge feathered serpent above Azik's head longed for the other half of his soul, longed to be whole again. Its wings gradually spread out, covering the upper half of the huge mausoleum, and the snake's body slowly approached. The huge human face that looked exactly like Azik hung above Azik who was kneeling on the stone steps, and the pale fiery eyes watched his struggle indifferently.
"No……"
Azik roared again, but his momentum was much weaker than before. His head, which was close to the ground, gradually rose up, and black scales appeared on his neck and the back of his hands. A bulge appeared on his smooth forehead, and a bloody wound was pushed out from the inside. A golden light flashed that should not appear in the Tomb of the God of Death.
That was the item in Azik's memory that repaired half of his soul, a golden ornament that looked like a flamingo.
The moment the ornament appeared, Azik's eyes turned into the same pale flames as the feathered serpent, and his body stood up from the stone steps, looking into his own face above his head, which had been magnified countless times.
There was a flicker of struggle and reluctance on his face, but he walked slowly towards the feathered serpent.
…
Listening to Mr. Azik's roars filled with fear, regret and unwillingness, Angel's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, but he did not dare to open them because of the previous instructions.
What had happened to Mr. Azik, who had nearly recovered his Sequence 2 strength? He called out, "Salinger," was that his father? Afterward, there was no sound of fighting, no movement from the other side, only a few roars followed by a deathly silence, and the gradually spreading aura of death.
Did the battle end in an instant? Did Mr. Azik win? Or, has he fallen into a crisis he cannot resolve on his own and urgently needs our help?
Countless thoughts flashed through Angel's mind. He reached out to Klein beside him and grabbed his hand wearing the "Creeping Hunger". Klein also held his hand tightly, and the two of them silently sensed each other's body temperature.
He thought so too…Angel felt warm in his heart and made up his mind.
If Azik has the upper hand, then it shouldn't be a problem for them to open their eyes and take a look at the battlefield situation. If he's already in crisis, then the intervention of these two might tip the scales in their favor!
Even though I'm only a demigod, I possess an attack that's effective against angels... Angel convinced himself in his heart and whispered to Klein:
"Let me take a look first. Your sequence is not enough."
If there were angelic forces attacking and defending each other behind the sarcophagus, Klein, who lacked even divinity and was extremely fragile, might have fallen into complete madness as soon as he opened his eyes, turning into a shapeless pool of worms and flesh on the spot.
And I, can hold on a little longer... Angel took a deep breath, suddenly opened his eyes, and at the same time took out his magic mirror from his chest pocket. A flash of black flashed across his eyes and the mirror surface at the same time.
Above her head, the air temperature dropped sharply, and the thick condensation mist formed crystal clear ice mirrors. They reflected each other's faint light, and transmitted the scene behind the sarcophagus and in the center of the tomb into the magic mirror in Angel's hand through the "mirror channel".
It was a mountain-sized feathered serpent with a familiar face. It was Azik, who was slowly approaching with a staggering gait and a struggling expression. And... there were countless flashing symbols and the knowledge they represented inside the feathered serpent's illusory body.
boom--
Angel felt as if her head was hit by a huge hammer, the tissues inside were beaten into a paste, and were being stirred by a hot stick. Almost boiling liquid flowed out of her mouth, nose, and ears, and only mumbling and screaming remained in her mind.
That was her own scream.
Dong, another muffled sound made Angel recover a little. She then realized that she had collapsed on the ground with her back against the sarcophagus. The sound was made by her head hitting the coffin.
With the help of this pain, the lost sanity finally returned to the brain.
Blinking his eyes that were stained by his own blood, Angel's gaze returned to the magic mirror in his hand with difficulty. He first saw his long light golden hair become thicker and turned into poisonous snakes with single eyes or tongues. Then he saw his purple eyes that were like pure gems without the whites of their eyes. Finally, he saw the feathered serpent and Azik reflected in the mirror.
While fighting against the pollution of "death", I had already entered the incomplete form of a mythical creature... She remembered the knowledge that Azik had told her, and understood her current state. She knew that this state could only last for a moment, and then she would slide into the abyss of loss of control, so she no longer hesitated, took out a "petrification" talisman from her bag, poured the spiritual power that had become less stable in her body into it, and pressed it directly on the figure of the feathered serpent on the magic mirror.
"Petrified!"
Above her head, pieces of ice mirrors turned grayish-white, shooting the same color of light at the feathered serpent with an indifferent expression, waiting for Azik to approach, focusing on the most vulnerable point between its outstretched wings.
On those dark green and pitch-black scales, a grayish-white color appeared. In the blink of an eye, it spread from the size of a fingertip to an area that almost occupied one-fifth of the feathered serpent's mountain-like body. Feathers fell like rain, and the light yellow oil stains on them seemed to be replaced by grayish-white. When they fell to the ground, they made a sound like a heavy object falling to the ground.
But in the next moment, the surface turned grayish white, and the almost petrified Quetzalcoatl's body was shrouded in black mist that poured out from the gaps between its scales. They quickly repaired the damaged area, allowing the black to cover the grayish white again. Except for the fact that the feathers there were a little sparse, there was no injury that could affect the Quetzalcoatl's movement.
It was as if it hadn't felt the previous attack and continued to stretch its body, bringing its human face closer to Azik, causing Azik to stumble towards it.
In a few more steps, their identical faces would touch each other, and their souls, separated for thousands of years, would become one.
Even the clone of the "evil god" Suea couldn't withstand the "petrification", but it only caused such a little damage to the feathered serpent... Angel's heart sank, and his purple eyes were stained with a hint of black.
She was almost unable to control her mythical creature form.
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