Chapter 228
The young man's vision went black, and he fell down like a kite with a broken string. Hill, who was unaware of what was happening, was startled and quickly reached out to catch him: "White!"
Even faster than him was the shadow beneath the young man's feet.
Black mist rose upwards, condensing into a blurry human figure before White fell to the ground, and caught him steadily.
The sudden shock of memories affected more than just one fragment of the soul.
Yan Chuyi, who was standing next to him, swayed violently and almost lost his balance. The shadow beneath his feet also leaped two meters high and caught him in its arms in time.
A dangerous aura, identical to that of the Black King, emanated from the shadowy figure, like a monster enraged after being startled.
Hill felt a sudden chill run down his spine. Thinking of the unconscious young man, he instinctively gathered his divine power to snatch him away.
Suddenly, a beautiful light green halo appeared on his arm.
The lush, vibrant grapevines sprouted from the light, winding upwards and grabbing Hill's wrist!
Hill was taken aback and called out the name of the covenant deity: "Dionysus?"
In response to the call, the translucent soul appeared from the green light.
Golden curly hair, delicate and handsome features, wearing a crown woven from grapevines. A slightly flushed, intoxicating blush graced his fair cheeks, like a cat lazily stretching.
—It is Dionysus, one of the twelve Olympian gods in legend, the god of wine who bestows joy and mercy.
Due to the Black King's identity, the shadowy figure did not unleash its full divine power, so Hill was unaware that he had just narrowly escaped disaster.
But he calmed down, knowing that the God of Wine wouldn't stop him for no reason. He also remembered that when Xie Xubai was taken away, the other two soul fragments didn't stop him either—the two sides seemed to be acquaintances.
But when Hill turned around and saw the young man's pained expression, he became anxious again and urged, "Something's wrong with White! Go check on him! Hurry!"
Dionysus looked at him, smiled slightly, and readily agreed: "Yes, my dear~"
The next second, He swung the exquisite and expensive gold goblet in his hand and smashed it into Hill's forehead with a bang.
Hill crouched down, clutching his head, tears welling in his eyes from the pain: "Oh!"
Dionysus still spoke in that languid, intoxicating tone: "—But please watch your tone, my dear servant. Even you cannot command your deity with such disrespect."
Ignoring Hill, Dionysus moved closer to White, examined him closely, and couldn't help but let out a heart-wrenching sigh: "Oh, poor child, still haunted by the shadows of that time."
He raised his hand, and shimmering divine light, like seeds, sprinkled onto the scorched, desolate earth.
Almost in the blink of an eye, lush green grass sprouted from the scorched earth, and a grapevine radiating a golden halo broke through the soil, its surface crystal clear and as beautiful as jade.
The branches at the very top of the divine vine extend to the hand of the god of wine, bearing beans at a speed visible to the naked eye, ripening rapidly in less than half a second.
Plump, golden grapes hang from the vines, emitting a sweet and enticing aroma.
With a flick of his finger, the god of wine caused the skin of the golden grape to crack open, and the glistening juice dripped out, which He caught in a golden cup.
As if some magical change had occurred, clear, cool liquor slowly rose from the empty bottom of the glass.
The wine is fragrant and mellow, refreshing and invigorating, spreading outwards.
Captain Xu and his men, who were positioned dozens of meters away and shielded from all perception, only took a whiff of the wine. Their faces flushed red as if they were drunk, their eyes glazed over, their mouths watered, and they kept swallowing: "Good wine—"
Even the grass on the ground seemed to bend over, collapsing softly in a large patch.
Dionysus said to the youth with affection, "Come, drink this cup of wine, and from now on, no nightmare will be able to bother you anymore."
He reached out to lift the youth's chin, but before he could touch him, the black mist completely blocked his way.
Hei Wu took the golden cup, and with his other hand, he gently pried open the young man's tightly closed lips. Afraid that the young man would choke, he patiently poured the wine down his throat in several sips, and finally carefully wiped away the wine stains on the corners of the young man's mouth.
Dionysus reluctantly withdrew his hand, crossed his arms, and sighed, "Your possessiveness is just as terrible as before."
He couldn't help but look at the young man with pity: "Poor little beauty, I'm afraid you'll never enjoy the pleasure of having fun with others again."
After the young man's pain subsided, the black mist sneered, "Do you think everyone is like you?"
Leaving aside the other gods, the ancient Greek gods were notorious for their debauchery and licentiousness.
This guy had openly expressed a strong interest in Xie Xubai, and even secretly extended an olive branch to Xie Xubai when He was out.
The evil god didn't fight the god of wine on sight, only because the god could help Xie Xubai dispel his nightmares.
Dionysus rolled his eyes at him, then impatiently reached out: "Give me back my cup."
The black mist repeatedly rubbed the spot on the wine glass where the young man had touched it several times, polishing it until it shone brightly, and then casually tossed it over.
Dionysus, seeing how clearly He disliked him, dared not speak out in anger.
The wine entered his mouth and instantly transformed into a light green and golden divine power that flowed through the young man's internal organs. Then, following the connection between his divided soul and the main body, it flowed into the depths of Xie Xubai's turbulent sea of consciousness, filling the cracks in his mind.
Those cracks were Xie Xubai's gradually accumulating mental burden. After all, no matter how strong a person is, it is impossible to reincarnate so many times without being hurt.
He had always kept it to himself until Hill unintentionally awakened that forbidden memory, which immediately became uncontrollable.
Pain, confusion, suffocation.
Consciousness turned into a mess, scattering into fragments amidst the violent turbulence.
Xie Xubai heard many voices; some were crying and begging him to stop, while others roared at him in anger and despair.
He looked up, trying to see those faces clearly, but his vision blurred and he lost his balance and fell to the ground.
--it hurts.
—My chest hurts so much.
Like a balloon being stuffed into the chest cavity and constantly inflated, with each expansion, the sternum stretches outward, flesh cracks, bones shatter, and it is gradually pushed to its limit, not knowing when it will explode.
Xie Xubai clutched his chest tightly, curled up on the ground, cold sweat pouring down his face like a waterfall, veins bulging on his forehead, and he kept banging his forehead against the ground in pain!
He cast a healing spell on himself with trembling hands, and because of the intense pain, he only succeeded after several attempts.
But the healing spell didn't work!
Xie Xubai belatedly realized that the pain was not from the body at all.
He heard the creaking and cracking of bones being stretched open; in fact, it was the soul groaning under the unbearable burden after absorbing too much divine power.
Acid reflux kept rising in his mouth, making him feel nauseous and want to vomit. The fishy smell of blood spread in his mouth, and Xie Xubai's fingertips dug into his flesh, making him tremble like a sieve.
Xie Xubai was actually more afraid of bitterness than pain.
For example, coffee and traditional Chinese medicine.
For example, they have unspeakable suffering and can only keep their grievances to themselves.
Even the deepest pain can vary in degree, and this kind of pain is simply unbearable for most people.
Even the most hardened souls couldn't help but let out a desperate cry during this long and agonizing ordeal.
Why must I absorb divine power?
—Everyone else has already crossed the threshold to become a god and has the power to fight against the outer gods directly, so why do I still have to endure this pain?
The cacophony of voices grew louder and louder, and Xie Xubai looked over, sweating profusely.
Mountains crumbled and rivers surged.
The falling flames ignited farmland and forests, and waves of heat swept over us, scorching our skin. The sky, now devoid of the artificial sun, suddenly darkened, and purple lightning bolts roared menacingly through the spatial rifts.
Familiar faces stared at him in disbelief; some were angry and desperate, others were confused and in pain.
There was also a uniform, lingering fear.
It was as if he was no longer a comrade-in-arms, but a devil crawled out of hell.
Xie Xubai suddenly felt immense fear.
This fear made him momentarily forget even the excruciating pain in his soul, and he trembled as he mumbled something.
No, don't be afraid of me.
I have my reasons for doing this, and it's not what you're thinking...
I can explain...
Sweat mixed with his wet eyes, stinging his vision and making it blurry. Xie Xubai tried to move closer to the crowd.
All the ruins, the scorched earth, the bitterness that made his heart ache and want to weep, seemed to fade away quickly with the step he took forward.
Time seems to rewind, and laughter echoes in my ears.
"White, what are you planning to do after the victory? How about coming to my hometown?"
"You think you can invite people to your place, which is as chaotic as an ancient Roman battlefield? Come to my place, Lake Baikal has been hailed as the most beautiful lake in the world many times!"
"Do you want to go, White?"
think.
I think--
Xie Xubai couldn't help but reach out his hand, only to have it suddenly grabbed by another hand.
Feathers stained with golden blood drifted down from the sky, losing their luster and turning gray, like white ash sprayed from a factory.
The Second Apostle, stripped of its divine core, breathed its last in agony, its body arching backward. Its gradually fading pupils struggled to turn, swirling with moisture, staring intently at Xie Xubai.
That look in his eyes was one of apology and guilt.
It also signifies trust and entrustment.
In the quiet and empty war room, Xie Xubai was simulating a battle alone when suddenly the Second Apostle appeared in a hurry, grabbed him without saying a word, and used his own divine domain as a teleportation medium to take him to a spacetime rift.
The second apostle grabbed his arms, the secret message he was conveying sounding like a hysterical scream, unable to suppress his despair.
[White, becoming a god is a trap! The system has hidden the rules! We can't let everyone become a god! Players cannot become gods!]
We must find another way to win the game, but... but the final battle is coming! There's no time left!
Kuacha.
The sounds of laughter and playful banter shattered in my ears, and the longed-for family happiness slipped through my fingers like scalding sand, leaving only coldness and emptiness in my palms.
After a long, or perhaps just a momentary, silence.
Xie Xubai's calm and steady consciousness, along with golden light, poured out to soothe the Second Apostle who was on the verge of collapse.
[The goddess of fate and I have always had a hunch, and with your abilities, perhaps we can take a gamble.]
However, this plan must not be detected by the system, so it cannot be revealed to anyone before it succeeds.
Thoughts drifted back to reality like the wind; flames crackled as they burned the trees, and terrifying thunder roared deafeningly.
A cacophony of voices approached.
Xie Xubai gasped for breath twice in pain, swallowing the acid and blood that had risen to his throat. He lowered his hand from his aching chest, closed his eyes and then opened them again, meeting the fearful, wary, and distant gazes of the crowd. He staggered but determinedly propped himself up.
...
The crisp, refreshing liquor soothes the palate, as if a gust of wind carrying the scent of wine has blown away past nightmares, leaving only a delightful sweetness that lingers in the heart, an unforgettable aftertaste.
Before White even opened her eyes, she couldn't help but say, "So sweet..."
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