Chapter 65: Chronicle of the Fallen God 8
[Comic update begins]
The comic cover still features the main characters, Carl and the other two. Under the dim light, the three of them gathered in front of a glowing crystal ball, with different expressions. There was Tatarina, who pursed her lips and could not tell whether she was happy or angry, Lima, who crossed her arms and showed a little surprise on her face, and Carl, who looked helpless with bright eyes.
The three of them seemed to have seen something very shocking in the crystal ball, and it was clearly written on their faces.
[Crystal ball? Prophet? ]
[Is there a prophecy setting in the comic? ]
[There really is, have you forgotten it? When they first boarded the flying train, wasn't Lance stopped by a wild prophet to make a prophecy?】
【Oh, yes, yes, yes, I would have forgotten about this if you hadn't mentioned it, so are you going to retract the foreshadowing of the prophecy now? 】
【But the foreshadowing of the prophecy is on Lance, not on Carl and the others】
【So we have to dig up the post about the store again, what kind of creature is Lance? 】
【It's definitely not a human. The first two articles clearly hinted that Lance has lived a long life】
【So do you think Carl is really the other half of Pence, the god of the sky? This setting came so suddenly]
[Indeed, it feels like we are facing a boss fight before the plot has progressed much]
Cao Nannan was flipping through the readers' comments while turning back to the comics to look for those unknown supporting characters that have been forgotten in the corner of her memory.
"Nannan, stop reading now, hurry up and grab the front row, today is Penguin's class, you have to answer it!"
"Oh, okay, okay, I'm coming!"
Cao Nannan hurriedly stuffed the books, water cup and power bank into her schoolbag, and ran out of the classroom with her roommate. Running down from the sixth floor of the dormitory, Cao Nannan still couldn't suppress the urgency of catching up. While glancing at the stairs in the corridor with her peripheral vision, she started reading on her mobile phone.
The comic opens with the three main characters who all have injuries, with Lima being the worst. As expected, this painting is not only to highlight the growth of Carl, but also the growth of the other members of the main character team.
Lima's supernatural talent is quite outstanding, but his physical fitness is average, and his physical skills are never up to par, which is a thorn in his heart. The Windsor family was originally a knight group known as the goddess of night, and each of them is a physical warrior with a sword that can split mountains, but he, as the only seedling of this generation, is a mediocre physical warrior.
Especially when he met Tatarina and Carl, this feeling was particularly obvious in his heart. Obviously, the three of them experienced and trained together, but Tatarina and Carl's natural physical skills can be said to suppress Lima so much that he can't even raise his head. No matter how hard Lima trained, he couldn't even touch the corners of the two men's clothes.
[Am I destined to be the shame of the Windsor family... a knight who can't swing a sword...]
Lima lay on the boxing ring like a rag doll, staring blankly at the ceiling of the boxing ring. The white light above was so dazzling that Lima felt like tears were about to flow. The boxing ring was filled with boos. These sounds surrounded Lima's ears like wronged souls seeking their lives, and like the whispers of evil spirits, which made him unable to think at all.
[Waste... can't even beat a bastard...]
[What's the use of illusions... not worthy of being on the stage]
[Heh... Windsor is just like this...]
No... no...
Lima was lying on the ground in a daze, most of his face was swollen, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth from his broken front teeth.
"Lima... Lima..."
Suddenly, Lima heard a clear young man's voice among the deep and hoarse voices of his inner demons.
Who is it...
"Lima... Get up! Quick!"
"Lima!!!! Don't lie down!!!"
The voice became louder and louder, so loud that it was about to break through the blockade of the inner demons and poured straight into Lima's ears.
"Lima, be careful!!!"
Ah... It was Carl's voice...
He recognized Carl's voice a second before the bloody fist hit Lima. He even vaguely saw Carl's anxious eyes and Tatarina running over from his side.
Lima suddenly remembered that when they were exercising together on the lawn behind the hotel, he lay on his back, panting, looking up at the sky with the sun hanging high in the sky, which was also so dazzling. He covered his eyes with his arms, thinking that he had well concealed the frustration and unwillingness on his face.
"Lima, you don't have to focus on physical skills. Your talent for illusion is the best among all the people I have ever met. If you focus on illusion, you will definitely become a master of illusion in a few years."
Tatarina held a dogtail grass in her mouth, and her voice was a bit mumbling, lazy, which was consistent with her usual carefree personality. Carl didn't know how strong Lima's illusion talent was, but he felt that the gap between Lima and him in physical skills was quite large.
If Lima just liked physical skills, or wanted to break through himself, then as a brother, Carl would definitely find a way to help Lima continue to train. But after so many days, Carl felt that Lima didn't like physical training at all, and might even have a dislike for it that he didn't even realize. Lima was forcing herself.
Then Carl quickly united with Tatarina and joined the ranks of persuading. But this has become a nightmare-like existence, tormenting Lima for nearly twenty years. It can't be explained clearly in a few words. Tatarina waved her hand and asked Carl to go to the street to buy something. She straightened her skirt against her legs and sat down next to Lima.
"....Did you send that stupid boy away?"
"Well, I told him that you would be happy if you ate something, and he ran over happily."
Tatarina's words were obviously saying that Carl was stupid, but she was looking at Lima's face when she said it. Lima knew that Tatarina was pointing a finger at him, hoping that he would pay more attention to reality, for now.
Lima sighed self-deprecatingly and lowered his arm slightly, revealing half of his eye. His fatigue was evident, and his black hair stuck tightly to his forehead. He looked like a homeless black cat that was wet by the rain.
"Tata, you must have discovered something a long time ago."
Tatarina bit the dogtail grass twice, and only when she broke the thin membrane and the slightly bitter juice flowed down the root of her tongue into her throat did she spit out the dogtail grass.
"Yeah, I saw it a long time ago."
"When?"
The two people were talking casually as if they were talking about the weather today, and no one could detect how much information was revealed in their words. Lima sighed with a sense of relief, as if the long-term attention and disguise made him tired.
"First sight, right?"
"First sight?"
Although Lima knew that Tatalina had an idea, he didn't expect it to be traced back so long ago. Tatalina rested her chin on her knees, and a breath came out of her nose. She glanced at Lima with the rest of her eyes, and happened to meet his eyes.
"I can feel the smell of you big shots at a glance."
Hearing this, Lima laughed instead. He put his arms down, closed his eyes and felt the sunshine. The camera was pushed to his left face. The light and shadows on it were intertwined, and the light orange and green shone against each other. It was extremely quiet.
"Yes... I can't let go of the honor of my family, and I want to pursue the freedom of rebellion. In the end, I still have the smell of a big man."
Tatarina rarely used her sharp lips, but patted Lima on the shoulder. Both of them had struggled and compromised in the whirlpool of the nobility, but never gave up.
"Since you've promised Carl, what's the difference if you add me? Three people means more power, the future illusionist."
The flood of memories stopped here. The camera that rose to the sky faced the dazzling light of the sun. The next second, the light turned into the pale light on the ceiling, and slowly descended to Lima lying on the boxing ring.
This second was so long that Lima recalled from the moment he met Carl to Carl's anxious shouts and Tatarina's running figure. Lima suddenly smiled.
"...Return to the dreamland..."
With this inexplicable voice that was almost too soft to be heard, with Lima as the far point, it seemed as if the sea water was overflowing from under him, and the originally hard floor suddenly became like liquid, undulating up and down, blocking the attacking fists.
"Bloom..."
Lima's words followed one after another, and with each sentence, the scene in the venue changed. Sometimes, a towering tree suddenly rose from the ground, and sometimes a strong Paret electric dragon crossed the sky. There was also the ground that suddenly cracked, and the surging, rolling, shiny red magma.
But everything vanished in the words "Destroy it!" The picturesque scenery suddenly erupted into boiling magma, black smoke floated in the sky, evil dragons, ghost wizards, all the existences above the dark evil forces on the continent of the Ten Thousand Worlds erupted like a well, rushing towards the opponent like a hungry wolf rushing at food, and the enemy quickly ran away, not even having time to take care of his tongue flying out.
[Who would have thought that the first person to open up his heart would be Lima?]
[The effect of this boxing match is very obvious, the round-based system is broken, and it is estimated that Tatarina's heart disease should also be shown in this match.]
As expected, Tatarina's dirty and dark childhood life is spread out in front of the reader like a running account. But compared to Lima and Carl, the difficult years made her heart as carefree and casual as she appeared. She no longer cared about the hardships and sorrows of the past, nor did she care about living under someone else's roof now.
Being able to live in this world and live with dignity already made Tatarina feel satisfied. She did not need any enlightenment, nor did she need to be released. The fact that her life could continue to exist had already proved her release.
[Tata, my precious daughter, wuwuwuwuwuwu]
[Husband! My Tata husband!! Don't be too handsome, I'm serious]
The screen-licking wailing on the bullet screen soon passed, and Bane, who came on the screen with a villain filter, appeared on the screen.
"Tell me, kids, what do you want to predict?"