Chapter 282 The Blind Soul
9 to the power of 7, 4782969
Gao Mengtang dragged his heavy legs up the stairs again and again, groping for the knob, turning it to a number at random, and continued to go upstairs.
How long has he been here? I don't know. The flow of time in the Resurrection Trial Field is different from that in the outside world. How long has it been outside? I don't know either.
Time is a void. There is no time in this world, only the natural changes of objects or life.
Then there is nothing to worry about. Gao Mengtang is immortal. He can try again and again until he gets the correct result seven times in a row.
My joints were stiff, I bumped into the stairs and fell on the steps. My legs were weak, I missed a step and rolled onto the corner platform.
Gao Mengtang climbed up again for the umpteenth time, clutching the stair handrail tightly, and continued to walk up.
How long has it been? Maybe 1 year, maybe 10 years, but it makes no difference. Every time I step on the stairs, it is a brand new beginning.
They died again and again due to malnutrition and exhaustion, and turned into fluffy little white rabbits with all white eyes.
Every time he died, he would clutch a tablet, a Braille tablet.
——You are Gao Mengtang.
——Go out and say sorry to him.
His shoes were worn out, so Gao Mengtang walked up barefoot. His nails were worn out, and he turned the floor knob with his bloody hands.
He died too many times, and his memory gradually faded away. Until he couldn't remember why he was here, why he was blind, or the rules of the resurrection trial field.
The Braille slate was still tightly clutched in his hand.
——You are Gao Mengtang.
—Go up, turn the knob on the revolving door.
——Leave here.
Gao Mengtang... Is it me? Am I not the twelfth virtuous king?
Why go up?
After his resurrection, his fingers became white and tender again, and he stroked the bumps on the Braille slate with his fingertips. He slowly read the words on it until he read the last sentence.
——Go out and say sorry to him.
So, the man who had forgotten his own name, with his hair loose and bare feet, continued to walk upwards.
Does Sisyphus feel pain? He pushes the boulder up the hill endlessly, watching it roll back down. Endless torment, eternal suffering.
Time has lost its meaning to him. Whether looking forward or backward, he only does one thing: pushing the boulder up the mountain.
Can a blind man feel pain? He only does one thing, climbing stairs over and over again.
Regret for the past or worry about the future will make you feel miserable. If you only focus on the present, it's just like climbing stairs.
Right now, at this moment, he only had to lift his foot and land on the next step. It was so simple, why should he feel pain?
The past is gone, the future is nothing, and the suffering in these times does not exist.
So the blind do not suffer. The only way to escape suffering is to not see suffering. By not seeing, you can deceive yourself.
Just thinking about this moment, just one flight of stairs to go.
After falling down the stairs again, the blind man propped himself up with his skinny arms, staggered to his feet, and climbed up another step.
*
"A bunch of lunatics." The Eleventh King said softly.
This was the second time that Duan Song used up all his strength to use the skill [Darker] to accelerate the death of Wise King Thirteen.
The light of the main brain became more and more dazzling. It was like the cold eyeballs of a god, watching the weak struggles of the world with cold eyes. The barrier continued to spread, and black towers with lanterns appeared all over the world, like spiders weaving webs, moving closer to each other, and eventually covering the entire world.
After struggling for so long, they couldn't even get close to Black Tower 7.
The Thirteenth Wise King was entrenched in Black Tower Seven, like a dead spider.
Everyone was exhausted, having used up all their tools and methods. The Moon Banner Lord's castle collapsed into ruins in this fierce battle, houses collapsed, trees were broken, and the carefully maintained lawns and gardens were all shaved flat, exposing the underlying rocks.
And the Wise King Thirteen, whom they risked everything to kill, is being resurrected for the second time.
"It's not too late to run now," said the Eleventh Wise King.
The player who collapsed in the ruins hesitated for a moment. The bright red cloak brushed away the dust, and Hellen stood up again, dragging his scarred wings, holding up his tattered shield, and walked towards the Eleventh King.
The Eleventh Wise King stopped in front of the black tower, frowning: "What do you want, a monument to martyrs? Give it up now, and I will build a monument for you."
"You are not the one I want to protect. I won't listen to what you say." He Lun raised the tip of Modun's spear and pointed it at the Eleventh Sage King. "I will persist until Brother Mengtang comes back. If he doesn't let me give up, I will never give up."
The Eleventh Wise King looked at him as if he were a lunatic, and at the moment when he was in a trance, Duan Song roared.
The blood of the Deadborn hurt his vocal cords, and his roar was like that of a wild beast.
The wings of the fallen angel and the broken-winged knight spread out at the same time, like two butterflies blown by the wind, fluttering but stubbornly rushing towards the Wise King XIII.
The giant sword pierced the back of the Deathborn's head for the third time. Hidden in Duan Song's roar was the muffled sound of broken bones and shattered internal organs.
He used his last bit of strength to activate the skill [Darker] again.
Black air gathered from all directions and penetrated into the orifices of the Wise King Thirteen. The wails of the dead were heart-wrenching, but they were just a spent force, grabbing the two people on their backs with their arms.
With a loud crash, the glass of Black Tower 7 shattered, and the Wise King Thirteen was about to throw the two people into the inside of the Black Tower!
There is also a narrow door inside the black tower that connects to the other world. When the narrow door is fully opened, the radiation there is enough to alienate any player!
Shang Yu gritted his teeth and quickly threw out two cards. One of them hit Duan Song's chest and brought him to the player's side. The other card was knocked away by Xian Wang Thirteen.
Herun's screams were blocked by the walls of Black Tower 7, and the radiation coming through the broken windows turned the sky into a dark blood red.
The red sky seemed to breathe, like a wriggling body tissue. Everyone seemed to be put into a huge stomach, and the blood of the dead was the stomach acid that would dissolve them.
The oppressive feeling at the end made them numb, and they couldn't even feel the heart-wrenching sorrow for Helun.
"My condolences." said the Eleventh King.
*
Hellen's body smashed into the throne room, and he fell face down in a pool of dark red blood - the blood of the Deadborn.
The corrosion was stronger than that of concentrated acid, and instantly evaporated his flesh and blood, revealing his white bones. On the surface of the bones, brick-red flesh lumps emerged one after another like tumors.
A cool, bloody wind blew out of the narrow door. Heren screamed and struggled, but he had exhausted all his strength. The only thing he could do was to twitch and react instinctively like a fish stranded in a puddle.
it hurts.
The blood of the dead and the radiation from the other world will turn me into a monster.
Now that I have become a monster, can I still protect Brother Mengtang, or... will I be killed by Brother Mengtang?
Using the last of his strength, He Lun let out a desperate howl, and the blood and tears that flowed out corroded his cheeks, leaving hideous vertical lines.
He moved his deformed arm with four joints and crawled towards the narrow door little by little.
The light engulfed his head and shoulders, his hair vaporized instantly, and his red cape turned into rags.
If his fate was to be transformed into a Deathborn, he would never want his teammates to see the hideous face of the knight.
A warm current surged in his chest, which made Heren feel that he was still alive, alive as a human being, alive as a knight.
The amulet of original intention lit up with a light pink.
*
A few wisps of misty black air penetrated into the body of Wise King Thirteen, and the air in the surface world multiplied his pain. He howled and at the same time showed an arrogant grin to the players as if he had succeeded.
The Thirteenth Sage King could see that Duan Song, Shang Yu, Bai Jie and the others were already struggling to survive. The next time He resurrected, He would crush them into a pool of mud like a few mice.
Another breath of air like a blade drilled into his body. He curled up his limbs and hugged Black Tower Seven. On his deformed and ugly face, two scarlet lumps of flesh that could barely be called eyes stared at the ruins of the Moon Banner Base Camp.
When he was on the verge of death, the Wise King Thirteen kept smiling, as if he had seen the new world he had been dreaming of.
That world will come soon, at His next resurrection.
The sun rose, and the orange-red light became the background of Wise King Thirteen. The scene looked like a simply colored watercolor painting with clear lines and distinct colors.
The monster waiting to be resurrected, like a petrified insect curled up after death, hung on the outer wall of Black Tower Seven.
"Run away. I don't want to kill you, but Thirteen may not." The Wise King stood in the shadow of Black Tower Seven, half of his body bathed in golden light. "Leave here before He resurrects."
The people of Yue Banner did not reply. They stared at Black Tower Seven, as if they had seen something extremely shocking. Xian Wang Eleven's expression changed and he also turned around to look.
Another dead-born crawled out from Black Tower No. 7!
The monster spread its bony wings covered with a layer of translucent mucous membrane and held down the body of the Wise King Thirteen with its six hands. It had no mouth or jaw, and its face was split into three parts in a radial pattern from the middle.
The cracked face opened up, and the entire head became his mouth. The Deadborn pressed down on the body of the Wise King Thirteen and bit off his head in one bite!
The Eleventh Wise King took a half step back and his expression changed completely. What on earth was that?
The dead born went crazy, tearing at the body of the wise king Thirteen, swallowing him mouthful after mouthful. Six hands tore his body apart, and the blood and flesh of the two dead born merged.
Dozens of arms struggled out from the body of the dead-born. The new arms were covered with a layer of bloody film. A sharp and piercing scream emanated from the three-petal cracked head.
The devoured Wise King Thirteen was fighting with this Deathborn.
The Deadborn moved hundreds of arms and crawled towards the main brain on top of the black tower. His bloated body wrapped around the spire connecting the black tower and the main brain like a centipede, resisting the struggling Wise King Thirteen in his abdomen, and slowly tightened his strength.
Crack. A crack appeared from top to bottom, running through Black Tower Seven.
"What is that!"
“Run!”
Duan Song and his companions were about to retreat when they heard the dead man say in a hoarse, strange voice:
“I am a knight, Gao Mengtang’s knight.” He pressed down on Black Tower Seven with his arms. There was a crisp sound of “crackling” and cracks spread like spider webs. “Death Knight.”
Deathly Birth... Knight?
"He Lun?" Everyone said the name with trembling voice.
Under the sunlight, a pale pink gem flickered in the chest of the dead born. Blood vessels, mucous membranes, and muscles slowly covered the gem.
"The amulet of original intention." Bai Jie murmured.
Perhaps, wearing the amulet of original intention can help you regain your original intention at some point.
Duan Song cried out in tears: "The one who was born dead is Helun! The Amulet of the Original Heart has preserved his consciousness! Quick! Fight back!"
This news inspired the teammates who were desperate. They seemed to see hope rising like the morning sun. Shang Yu didn't know where he got the strength from. He flicked his hand and twelve cards popped out at the same time, piercing into the chest of Xian Wang Eleven from behind.
Wise King Eleven was still staring at Helun in a daze. When the card pierced his chest, he slowly lowered his head.
The pitch-black octopus tentacles struggled to push the card out, but it was too late.
Bang, bang, bang, bang. A series of muffled sounds, accompanied by the sound of flesh and bones breaking, the card exploded in the body of the Sage King Eleven. In the blink of an eye, the Sage King Eleven was blown into a pool of mud, and the head that fell off still maintained a surprised expression.
"Destroy Black Tower Seven!" Shang Yu shouted.
They stepped on the steps made of cards and rushed to the top of the tower.
Suddenly, the sky darkened and the morning light disappeared in an instant. Twelve ghosts holding lanterns surrounded Black Tower Seven. Those shadows, with their heads bowed and their faces covered by black robes, slowly raised their arms, revealing their pale arms.
With a gentle flick, He Lun, Shang Yu, Bai Jie and all the others were knocked over and fell back to the ground.
"The amulet of original intention, is that so? I'll remember it." The Wise King Eleven stood up from the black swamp, his wounds all healed, with blood still stained on his clothes.
"I think I should save Thirteen." said the Eleventh Wise King.
After falling from the top of the tower, everyone saw stars in front of their eyes and felt dizzy. Then, they saw the enemy rabbit being caught by the eleventh king. Then, the eleventh king took out another white rabbit from the storage space.
The little white rabbit curled up into a ball, its furry body slowly rising and falling, as if it was sleeping.
The pale fingers of the eleventh wise king brushed across the soft and warm little body of the white rabbit: "Twelve, we will meet again."
What happened... that little white rabbit.
"The remains of the boss," Bai Jie said to himself, "Wise King Seven, Wise King Twelve, Wise King Eleven... He is going to use the skill [Return to Heaven]!"
After collecting the souls of all the wise kings, the Supreme Order can use the skill [Return to Heaven] to go back in time to any point.
"See you on the train. I will take away Helun's amulet of original intention and throw it out of the window." The Eleventh King held the little rabbit in one hand. One of the ghosts slowly stretched out his bloodless hand and gently picked up the sleeping rabbit.
Bai Jie: "Don't even think about succeeding!"
"I will definitely succeed," the Eleventh Wise King smiled softly, "Except for me, none of you remember going back in time once."
Bai Jie roared and rushed towards the little white rabbit curled up in a ball. A black light flashed in front of his eyes, and Bai Jie felt his legs being hit by something soft. His body was like a faucet that was turned on, with a large amount of warm liquid flowing out.
His legs seemed to be out of control, and Bai Jie lunged forward. He wanted to stand up, but he had no strength. When he looked down, he found that his legs were gone, leaving only two thigh bones.
The octopus tentacle threw Bai Jie's leg next to him. The cold voice of the Eleventh Sage King was heard beside his ear: "I could have cut you in half."
The blood loss, severe pain, and the venom of the shredder made Bai Jie's eyes go dark. He felt his vitality leaving him, and in a trance, he saw a familiar face.
Wei Wei's face.
"Brother Wei." Bai Jie said softly. This is a place of near-death...
Twelve ghost lanterns sang in unison, a deep and distant spell that floated from another world. The sun set again, and the night rose from the horizon...
Is this the end... Forget this battle, return to the [Last Dead] instance, and let the Eleventh Wise King manipulate me...
*
——You are Gao Mengtang.
——Leave here.
Gao Mengtang...what a strange pronunciation. Am I not the twelfth virtuous king? Wait...who is the twelfth virtuous king? Who is the virtuous king?
The blind man with completely white eyes climbed up the stairs step by step, like a controlled puppet.
The raised characters on the Braille slate have been worn away, and it is difficult to discern what he once engraved just by touch.
——Say sorry to him.
Who is he...? The blind man continued to walk upwards. How long had he been trapped here? Maybe decades, maybe hundreds of years.
Sorry? Why should I say sorry to him?
The blind man had unkempt hair, ragged clothes, and his bare feet were covered with scars. He seemed to be going to do something, but he had died too many times and lost too many memories, so he couldn't remember what to do.
He died several times and forgot several times. When the Braille tablet was completely worn away, could he remember what he was going to do?
Say sorry to someone.
Even a perfect appearance cannot survive the torture of time. The blind man has become like a skeleton, his body like a dead tree. He seems to be a dummy made of paper ash, and a slight cough can shatter him.
Get out of here...
This was the millionth time the blind man climbed the stairs and turned the knob.
*
Moon Banner Base Camp.
The ghost with the lantern chanted more and more rapidly and passionately, and the strong emotions made people breathless. Everyone fell into despair again, and time went back to the dark early morning.
Lin Li suddenly laughed out loud towards the sky; her mournful laughter sounded like a ghost, eerie and sinister.
The parrot spread its colorful wings, and the blood-red sky was shrouded in ghosts. The parrot's feathers were so bright and amazing, like a bright meteor, it rushed towards the ghost holding the lantern holding the little rabbit.
Her attack was too sudden. King Xian Eleven did not expect that they had not given up. When he came to his senses, the parrot had already grabbed the little white rabbit and flew back into the arms of the forest.
The return to heaven ceremony was interrupted.
The tentacles flew over, grabbed the parrot in the forest, and threw it to the ground. The Eleventh Wise King grabbed the white rabbit and threw it back into the hands of the ghost holding the lantern.
"There will be no miracle. Stop struggling." The Eleventh Wise King said in a deep voice.
Lin Li was still laughing, tears welling up from the corners of her eyes. While laughing, she shouted madly in a hoarse voice: "There are no miracles, but there is hope."
Just as the Eleventh Wise King was about to sneer, the chanting of the ghost with the lantern suddenly stopped in his ears. The quagmire quickly melted into the soil and flowed through the crack in the door into the interior of Black Tower Seven.
What happened? Why did the Huitian ceremony end?
As he was shocked, the door of the black tower was pushed open. A skinny man, who looked like a tramp, walked out barefoot. He was wearing a tattered, sleeveless cloth. His white eyes were gradually regaining their spirit, and his withered skin was also becoming rosy and plump.
After staring at the man for half a minute, the Eleventh Sage King said in disbelief, "You are, Twelve?"
"I'm Gao Mengtang." The man's pronunciation was strange, as if he had forgotten how to say it in the common language.
Xian Wang Eleven was extremely shocked, his voice trembling: "How did you get out?!"
"There is no miracle. I have found this out after trying it time and time again." Gao Mengtang looked at him calmly. "9 to the seventh power, 1/4782969, my time has passed for a hundred years."
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