Gwen took off Igula's blood-stained coat and shirt. Because there were not enough hemostatic bandages, Gwen tore off her skirt and sleeves to bandage his wounds - his injuries were too serious, and the water therapy spirit could not take care of all the wounds, so hemostasis was necessary to prevent hemorrhagic shock.
This silly woman bandaged the wound while sobbing and comforting him, "It doesn't hurt, it will go away soon." It was hilarious. The trickster certainly didn't feel any pain. He was a psychic and had cut off the pain feedback long before he was attacked. However, this woman's noise was not useless. At least Igula was not so sleepy. The heavy blood loss and the depletion of magic power caused the slow thinking, which made Igula feel sleepy...
But even so, Igula still has a clear understanding of the current situation: It must be said that the mercury bullet shot by the Mercury Trojan Horse can be regarded as a brilliant trick to turn the tide and survive.
Can mercury bullets really turn people into vessels? Doesn't it require other rituals?
Can Mercury Trojan really be reincarnated at will? Anyone with her bone marrow can be reincarnated?
They don't know these questions. The ambiguous possibility is not that Mercury Horse can't weave a perfect reason, but a window she deliberately left. Just like the fraudster said, the highest level of deceiving people is to tell a story that others are willing to believe.
People are very simple creatures. If they want to believe, they will deceive themselves. The mercury horse tells the key elements of this story. As for the other details in it, the more they think about it, the more they will believe it.
For example, why did the Mercury Horse shoot mercury bullets at Igula? Because she wanted to take Igula for herself; the Mercury Horse may not be able to reincarnate casually, but facing a life-and-death crisis, she must have escaped at the risk of huge side effects; the Mercury Horse's bone marrow is no longer bone marrow, but a virus that can invade brain cells...
Just by thinking about it, Igula has already filled in countless details for the story of the mercury horse. The reason is that he must believe this story because he can't afford to lose.
If you don't believe this story and insist on killing the mercury horse, he may die or live; if you believe this story and let the mercury horse go, he will most likely be safe and sound. When faced with losses, people always take conservative strategies to stop losses in time, just like no one wants to keep a stock that has been falling until it rises back, and Igula is no exception.
However, the choice was not in his hands.
He opened his eyes and looked at the dark figure in the hall.
No one knows Black Crow's feelings for Mercury better than him, not even Ash. Even Black Crow himself doesn't understand his true thoughts as well as Igula.
Black Crow always thought that he hated Mercury Trojan, but no one hates someone by constantly remembering the other person's beauty and kindness. When you hate someone, you will only remember the other person's disgust, shortcomings, and ugliness. When you hate someone, you will feel that the memories of the other person are so smelly; when you hate someone, you will only feel how stupid you were to have liked the other person in the past.
If Black Crow really hated Mercury Trojan, he would only remember the evil deeds of Mercury Trojan.
Only when you love someone will you remember all the good memories with that person.
Yes, Black Crow still loves Mercury Trojan Horse, he loves the kind White Crow in his memory, so he must kill the Mercury Trojan Horse in front of him. He hates Mercury Trojan Horse as much as he loves White Crow Tanomu, killing Mercury Trojan Horse is to protect Tanomu.
He himself did not realize that he instinctively separated Tanomu from the Mercury Horse. If the Crow Killer hunted down other villains with anger to breed murderous intent, then the Black Crow was using love to breed murderous intent, which was more meaningful than anger and deeper than hatred.
When love and hatred intertwine, they together create this mellow murderous intent, which is enough to make anyone go crazy.
Ash was able to persuade Black Crow to give up revenge before, because Black Crow himself could not see the hope of revenge. But now the Mercury Horse is right in front of him, this may be his only chance in this life, and even Ash can't stop him.
Not to mention that this is a Crow Killing Trial. If Black Crow wants to let the Mercury Trojan go, the huge sense of guilt will be enough to overwhelm Black Crow's defenses. Only the blood of the Mercury Trojan can wash away this guilt!
Igula had many reasons to persuade Black Crow, for example, other Four Pillars believers might already be in the Spiral of Silence, and even if he and the Mercury Horse were killed, the Mercury Horse might be reincarnated into other containers and escape; even if the Mercury Horse was released, the Four Pillars would soon be destroyed, and it would be easy to find a way to catch the Mercury Horse later; and...
But the trickster said nothing and just closed his eyes silently.
Only Gwen couldn't help but yell at Black Crow: "Mr. Tamashi! Please, please..."
Black Crow was still holding down Mercury Horse, her wrist holding Gray Fox's sharp blade trembling slightly. Mercury Horse said no more, closed her eyes and waited quietly, as if waiting for Black Crow to hold her and fall asleep.
what do I do?
What should I do!?
Do I really have to let her go? As long as I can kill her completely, I will die immediately without any complaints. Now I have finally forced her into a desperate situation, how can I...how can I...
"Cough! Cough!"
Igula coughed up two mouthfuls of dirty blood with internal organs, and fainted with his head tilted. Black Crow turned around and found that the Trickster's injuries were far beyond Gwen's ability. The water therapy spirit is indeed powerful, but in the face of such heavy bleeding from multiple wounds, it also requires multiple healers to work together to treat first aid, and now only Gwen, the astrologer, can play a guest role.
In other words, Igula may not be able to be saved.
If you let go of a wicked person who deserves death for the sake of a dead person...
How many people did Tanomu hurt? How many people did she kill? She started a war that swept across the entire continent. She was the root of all evil. If I let her go here, how many lives would be harmed by her? How many evil people would I have to kill to atone for this sin?
Why on earth have I lived until now? Why didn't I commit suicide when the Crow Killer Cult was destroyed? How could I miss this opportunity?
As long as, as long as Igula is sacrificed...
I won't let him die alone. As long as I'm sure that Tanumu is dead, I will immediately commit suicide to pay for his life. It doesn't matter if I serve him loyally for a hundred or a thousand years in hell. What's more, Tanumu might be lying, maybe...
Gradually, Black Crow's hand holding Gray Fox's sharp blade became steady, and his hand, which was originally pinching Mercury Trojan's shoulder blade, changed to strangling Mercury Trojan's throat.
Mercury Trojan felt this subtle change and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, which made Black Crow lose his mind for a moment - Tanomu also used to hold him to sleep with a faint smile like this.
Chexiu, Karan, Anoi, Yelu, the mentor, and... Tanom...
Please... hold my hand tight...
I'm sorry, Igula, I'm so... so sorry...
"Crows! Kill! All!"
Black Crow cried out word by word and stabbed Gray Fox with his sharp blade!
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"If a criminal took someone hostage and demanded a vehicle to escape, what would you do?"
In the Nika "Gambling Apocalypse", Amy, who was gambling one-on-one with Igula, suddenly asked a strange question.
At this time, Igula already knew that Aimi was a blood-crazy hunter, so he gave an answer that was in line with Blood Moon's political correctness: "Of course, we must first ensure the safety of the hostages and try our best to meet the criminals' demands."
"But what if the criminal escapes and then kills more people?"
"This is the responsibility of the Criminal Investigation Department and has nothing to do with the hostages."
"But reality is not always so idealistic, and the Criminal Hunting Office is not a god." Amy threw out a few chips: "There are always times when you have to weigh the value of different lives. The life of a hostage or the lives of others who will be killed in the future, which one is more valuable?"
"If there is anyone who can judge the value of different lives," Igula said with a smile, "it must be God. But I'm not a blood-crazed hunter, so I won't encounter this kind of choice question - what would you do if you encountered this situation, Amy?"
Aimi made a hand-gun gesture and aimed at Igula, "I will shoot them."
"Don't say that outside." Igulla looked around. "If the reporters hear you, you'll be on the headlines."
"Don't worry, don't worry." Aimi waved her hand, "Then do you know why I did this?"
Igula: "You must be confident in your shooting skills and can accurately shoot the criminal."
"Although this is also a reason, who can guarantee it? If the hostages were killed by mistake, it is not impossible." Amy shrugged: "But even if I killed the hostages, I have a clear conscience."
"Oh?" Igula was a little surprised. Although Aimi was a blood-crazy hunter, she was more of a Moon Shadow Clan. The Moon Shadow Clan's personalities were all twisted into kindness and passion. If they did something bad, they would be so upset that they wouldn't eat for several months, which was in stark contrast to the Blood Saint Clan who killed people without blinking an eye.
"My bullets may hit the criminals or the hostages. If they hit the hostages, then I will continue to shoot the criminals, which means fate believes that the hostages' lives are less valuable. If they hit the criminals, then everything will be fine, which means fate believes that the hostages' lives are more valuable."
"So, this is the 'bullet of fate.'" Amy added: "I have done my best. As for judging the value of life, let fate be responsible for it."
"Very much like you, Miss Amy." Igula smiled and said, "Call, reveal the cards - straight flush."
"Pfft, I have four aces!" Amy was so shocked that her tail was upturned, and she looked incredulous: "Are you really not cheating?"
"As a café selling entertainment, there is no need for me to cheat. If you have any questions, you can also watch the surveillance footage." Igula spread his hands.
"Okay, okay, it's not like I can't afford to lose." Amy muttered, and when Igula shuffled the cards, she said, "However, there is a third possibility for "Fate's Bullet."
"oh?"
"That is, the shot missed." Miss Werewolf shrugged: "Neither the criminal nor the hostage was hit."
Igula asked with a smile: "Does this mean that Miss Amy's gun skills are not good?"
"Of course not!" Amy said angrily: "If something unexpected happens and my bullets can't hit the target, it means--"
"——Fate has its own plans."
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"ah……"
Igula felt himself lying in a soft embrace, and opened his eyes with great effort, his lips dry as if burning. Gwen hurriedly fed him water, but the water was not enough, so she could only quickly prepare it from the air with magic spirits.
The Trickster lowered his head and found that most of his wounds had stopped bleeding, but they all had extremely ugly burn scars, which made him raise an eyebrow.
"You can use the water therapy spirit to remove the scar later." Gwen whispered, "Don't worry."
Igula naturally doesn't worry about his beauty. He is a Sanctuary magician. Even if he is as ugly as Chikara, he has the capital to do whatever he wants.
He looked up and saw Black Crow sitting with his back to him, his shoulders trembling slightly. There was no trace of the Mercury Horse in the hall.
"Black Crow..." he said weakly.
Black Crow did not respond immediately. He lowered his head, as if he was putting on the crow mask again, and then turned to look at him: "Are you awake? Is there anything wrong with your body? Is Tanomu controlling you?"
Igula shook his head slightly. He looked at the bloodstained crow mask and asked, "Did you let her go?"
"Um."
"You know she won't let this go."
"Um."
"You know, Harvey and the others are still up there. Maybe Mercury Trojan will be killed by them."
"Um."
"You know, she is probably lying, and if she survives, she will lead the Four Pillars Cult to continue wreaking havoc in the Senluo Wasteland."
"Um."
"But you still let her go." Igula looked at Black Crow's chest: "And there is no Blood Crow formed by guilt in your heart."
Black Crow remained silent, just lowered his head and looked at the Gray Fox blade on his thigh, as if he was confessing or praying.
Igula stared at him quietly, and suddenly asked: "How did you heal my injury so quickly?"
Gwen took out a copper wine bottle, and Igula was actually somewhat impressed: "Isn't this the wine bottle of the Mercury Trojan Horse?"
"This is the crow blood wine she brewed using the corpse of a Saint Domain magician." Black Crow said, with a hint of crying left in his distorted voice: "Pour it on the wound and light it on fire to stop the bleeding quickly. Before she left, she told me how to use this bottle of wine."
Afraid that if I died, Black Crow would regret it... Igula smiled slightly and asked, "Is there any wine in it?"
"There's still a little more," Gwen said.
Igula: "Tamasi, bring three cups, let's drink."
Black Crow said: "Drink it, you are the injured one."
"No, the three of us have to toast together." Igula said, "Let's celebrate."
"What are you celebrating?" Black Crow brought three cups over and asked in confusion, "We have failed in releasing the mercury Trojan horse..."
Igula reluctantly raised his glass and said, "Just think of it as... a celebration of fate's own arrangements."
Although Gwen and Black Crow were a little confused, they did not refuse the proposal. Gwen raised her glass and said, "Congratulations, we are safe and sound."
Igula smiled bitterly and said, "We are... a little far from being safe and sound."
Not to mention Igula, Black Crow was also covered in wounds. Only Gwen was slightly better, but he was also a lightly injured person.
Black Crow looked down at the clear crow blood wine in the glass and raised the glass: "Then I will... celebrate the new beginning."
On the fifteenth level of the Spiral of Silence, three wine glasses clinked gently together.
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The eighteenth level of the spiral of silence.
When Ash walked out of the fog gate, he found that the fog gate behind him disappeared.
Although there was no way out, Ash was not too panicked. He looked around and found that this was actually a tropical forest with lush trees, cicadas chirping, birds flying, and the sound of waves in the distance. He walked towards the sound and saw a beautiful beach.
A figure in a skirt was walking barefoot on the beach. Ash wanted to walk over directly, but after thinking about it, he took off his steel-soled boots and stepped into the beach barefoot.
The fine touch of the sand seemed to massage every inch of the soles of his feet. Ash hadn't felt so good in a long time, and he couldn't help but shudder, then caught up with the figure in front. There were only the two of them on the beach, like two straight lines about to meet.
Suddenly a wave hit, and the lingering waves covered their ankles. The cool and pleasant feeling made Ash want to call others to come down and play.
"Silver Lantern." He took the initiative to shout when there were five steps left.
"You've come just in time." Weisser pointed to the sky. "It just rained heavily, so now the sky is blue after the rain. Isn't it beautiful?"
Ash looked at the sky, then at her again - she was indeed wet, as if she had just been caught in the rain.
However, these words reminded Ash of a line in a song: The sky is blue and waiting for the rain, and I am waiting for you.
"What are you doing here?" Weisser asked, "I don't think I sent you an invitation?"
"I heard that you were constructing a world-destroying ritual here, so I came down to take a look." Ash said.
"A world-destroying ritual?" Weisser chuckled. "How can such a thing exist? Even an angel can't destroy the world, right?"
"However, my coming here is indeed related to the destruction of the world." She glanced at Yaxiu and said, "You know that Senluo is the dream of Senluo Zhanzhu, right?"
"Um."
"So destroying the world is actually a very simple thing." Weisser said briskly: "This is the lowest level of the entire Senluo Kingdom, and it is also the place closest to reality. I don't have any world-destroying spells. The reason why I came here with so much hardship is because-"
"This is the easiest place for Lord Senluo to wake up."
The waves came again, soaking their ankles and carrying away some sand. The sun was blazing, the sound of seagulls in the distance was clear, and a small hermit crab crawled out of the sand and bumped into Ash's feet.
"Did you succeed?"
“It’s halfway to success.”
Yaxiu couldn't help but laugh: "Master Senluo Zhan has gone back to sleep?"
Weisser did not answer, but asked: "Do you feel that the seventeen levels of trials before the Spiral of Silence are very similar to the levels in the inheritance?"
"Um."
"A normal person would never be able to collect all seventeen great skills, and even if they did, they might not be able to pass the seventeenth level of trial. But if someone did these two things and successfully reached the eighteenth level, what do you think this means?"
Ya Xiu thought for a moment and said, "Does this mean that she will be noticed by Senluo Zhanzhu?"
"Or rather," Weisser said, "this is how Lord Senluo Zhan chooses his successor."
"The Spiral of Silence is actually the Senluo inheritance."
"Master Senluo is waking up little by little. And I am about to fall asleep little by little."
"I will replace Senluo Zhanzhu and become the dream master of Senluo Kingdom." Weisser looked at Ash and said, "I am the world-destroying technique."