Chapter 75 Those who pursue light will never abandon the light!

In the underground secret room.

Xiao En's consciousness woke up from the deepest part of the etheric plane. When he opened his eyes, there was a long, pitch-black box next to him.

The Etheric Plane is not a place that ordinary people can go to. To get there, one needs medium or high-level teleportation spells. Without the help of the power of Seal No. 1, he has no chance at all.

Xiao En used his invisible hand to lift the black box in front of him, walked to the keyboard, and tapped softly, "Thank you."

The cursor on the display is blinking.

Sealed Artifact No. 1: “…”

"..."

“Don’t trust anyone completely, whether they are natives or souls from other worlds.”

"..."

"You have to find the answers and make your own choices."

"..."

These sudden words made Xiao En stunned for a moment, and he even had a sense of déjà vu. But this time he was sure that he was not fooled by mental suggestion, because after his promotion, he could already identify most of the spell fluctuations, and his self-awareness was constantly strengthening.

Xiao En looked back at the gate. The gravekeeper hadn't come in. He frowned and knocked, "What do you mean?"

The screen of Seal No. 1 flickered and replied, "The fate of this world is decided by the natives, the alien souls, and the outsiders."

"They all have their own ideas and their own interests."

"You also have to make your own choices, rather than being at the mercy of fate under the influence of others."

"Everything you are experiencing now is a script arranged in advance."

"You are just one of the actors."

The words of Sealed Artifact No. 1 made Xiao En feel an inexplicable chill, and at the same time made him unsure whether he should believe everything the other party said.

The painful lesson that Loris learned last time left a deep impression on Xiao En.

Sean tapped, "I don't understand."

A shadow like an electronic demon flashed across the screen of Seal No. 1, and it replied, "Everything that happened here is a competition between demigods, which started more than ten years ago."

"You are just an unexpected factor involved."

"Everyone wants your support, and even wants to get the master's inheritance through you, because you represent outsiders. You are the first outsider to enter here in nearly a thousand years."

"The masters have been away for too long..."

“Everything has changed!”

"In the past thousand years, the real world has been completely controlled by the natives and the spirits from other worlds. The outsiders do not have their own demigods, but they have left behind a huge legacy."

“Your choices are important.”

"But you have to make your own choice!"

Xiao En felt his head buzzing. The words of Sealed Artifact No. 1 made him feel a little confused. He knew that no one in this world would be nice to him for no reason, but with his current understanding, he really couldn't tell who was telling the truth.

Xiao En tapped slowly, "Why are you telling me this?"

Seal No. 1 seemed to be silent, and after a moment it replied: "Because I don't want to die."

“We are part of the legacy, too.”

"The only advice I can give you is to not be affected by external emotions and to do your best to seek strength. The gift left to you by your master should not be so weak!"

"Your potential is greater than you think!"

"Here, only if you have power can you decide your own destiny and have the right to make choices."

power?

Xiao En also wanted to improve his strength quickly. His promotion speed was already far beyond that of other extraordinary people.

But judging from the meaning of Seal No. 1, he has not yet fully realized his potential. His current talents are powerful inspiration and the ability to rewind death. Other than that, Xiao En does not feel that there is anything different about himself.

Seal No. 1 is the legacy they left behind. It is difficult for Xiao En to completely ignore everything it says. And judging from its expression, it only hopes that Xiao En can improve his strength as soon as possible and realize his true potential.

Xiao En took a deep breath and tapped, "What should I do?"

He really couldn't tell the difference.

If all this was really a contest between demigods, a pre-arranged script, then what could a mere wizard apprentice like him do in it?

The screen of Seal No. 1 flickered and replied, "Look for opportunities to escape from all the scripts they have arranged."

"Or, wait for the right time."

"Someone will come to you and take you away from this stage, because everything here is not his script."

"But remember, don't believe everything he says."

"Now."

"You just need to play your role well and act according to your heart."

"Lie dormant, waiting for the day when you can truly take control of your own destiny."

"0 and 1."

"That is the real legacy they leave you."

Outside the underground corridor.

If Xiao En is still chewing on Seal No. 1, what exactly are 0 and 1?
What it meant was definitely not referring to itself and Seal No. 0, but something represented by Seal No. 1 and Seal No. 0.

It doesn't want to die.

That's why I told Xiao En so much. Then who will let it die?

Those who secretly plotted the inheritance?
"Someone wants the true legacy of the outsider, but what is the true legacy?" Xiao En didn't know, but he knew that the legacy was definitely very important. It was a power that even demigods would covet.

Something that can make even demigods excited must be something on the divine level.

Artifact?

No, the Dark Ages did not record any powerful artifacts. The essence of all the strange objects was the transformation of extraordinary relics. The artifacts themselves represented a law of the world. After swallowing and fusing, they could be promoted to demigods. The artifacts were also used to digest and promote demigods, and should not be preserved as weapons and equipment.

What would that be?

Xiao En's brows were furrowed, and when he looked up and forward, he was stunned for a moment.

Hank.

The heavy rain outside had stopped. At the corner of the stairs, in the darkness of the shadows, Hank was standing in the corner smoking. The smoke obscured his face. He seemed to be waiting for Sean here, because when Sean walked out of the underground corridor, Hank in front of him immediately raised his head.

"Hank?"

Xiao En looked at the tired middle-aged man in front of him, and asked with a puzzled expression: "Aren't you going to track down those cultists?"

"Why are you here?"

Hank had been tracking down those cultists for almost a week. He shouldn't have suddenly come back at this time unless he was in some trouble.

Smoke lingers in the shadows.

Hank slowly raised his head. There seemed to be a hint of regret in his eyes, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot. He took a deep puff of cigarette, stared at Sean in front of him, and slowly walked out of the shadows.

He looked no different than he had in the past.

But he has no shadow!
Xiao En's pupils shrank slightly in an instant. He seemed to have thought of something. He immediately looked up at Hank in front of him and said in a deep voice: "Hank! What happened?"

Hank gave a bitter smile and said softly, "You can really see me."

he died.

Except for the strong ones in the Shadow Sequence, only ghosts have no shadows.

Sean's expression was a little hard to accept, but he knew that what he saw could not be false. Hank might be dead, and the one who appeared in front of him was a ghost, or perhaps a trace of remaining spirituality.

"I'm running out of time."

Hank took a deep puff of his cigarette and said calmly, "They have already started to act. Tonight. I will show you the way!"

"Pay attention and follow the direction of the light."

Hank stared at Sean in front of him. In the smoke, he slowly said, "Can I ask you a favor?"

A cool breeze blew by.

Xiao En looked at Hank's ghost in front of him, was silent for a moment, and nodded: "You say."

The inspiration of investigators is far beyond that of ordinary people, which means that they can easily get a trace of power from the spirit world, just like the headless lantern man in the university town. Hank's spirit found Sean in some way. Sean didn't know what happened to Hank. His spirit had not been cut off and dissipated. This was a state between life and death. A real ghost should not have much spirit left.

But Hank is still awake now, and the ghost who just died should be confused. Hank threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and said softly: "I want you to help take care of my wife and children in the future."

Xiao En nodded firmly and said, "Okay."

After getting Sean's answer, Hank smiled with relief. He waved his hand, his figure disappeared into the darkness, and he said calmly, "Then I'm leaving."

"Pay attention to the direction of the light!..."

"Help me tell my daughter that her father is not a lunatic or a monster, he is a hero!..."

Hank is as carefree as ever.

His figure disappeared into the darkness with a smile, leaving Xiao En standing there in silence.

suddenly.

In the southwest of Dorne, a dull roar was heard, followed by a rising light. It was like a guiding light, which immediately attracted the attention of countless night watchmen.

………………

In a dark and cold underground secret room.

The altar where the cultists had held the ceremony was covered in blood and debris. In this small space, dozens of hideous and terrifying pupae were densely packed. Some of them had completely melted, and their flesh and blood had turned into a sticky dark red liquid. Some of them were in the process of metamorphosis, and the outline of a human figure could be seen in the pupae shell, but they no longer looked like humans. Some of them had already grown complete insect-like limbs and organs.

In the center of the altar, a white cocoon-like pupa is beating, and a burly human figure can be seen in it. He has been reborn from death.

Let go of the old self and embrace the new self.

The blessing of the Moth Mother favored him, allowing him to be reborn from death. The reshaped flesh and blood recondensed his body and also pulled his scattered spirit back into the new body.

——The metamorphosis light chaser!
The Moth Mother is an Old One who does not have the concept of good and evil. Her existence represents a phenomenon in the world, the light pursuers. No matter it is the light of darkness or the light of hope, the Moth Mother only favors those who 'pursue the light'.

Those who have the courage and pursue the light fearlessly will eventually receive the blessing of the Moth Mother.

He represents chaos and change, and chasing light is his instinct.

The Moth Mother does not care about the life and death of mortals. She has no sense of good or evil. However, wherever she comes, she will transform all living things into half-human, half-insect monsters because of her life authority.

The Old Ones do not care about humans; the Old Ones only care about the laws of the world.

They seldom bend down to look at ants.

呲!
Above the altar, an arm that looked like an arthropod tore open the solid white cocoon, and in the flowing dark red viscous liquid, a hideous and terrifying humanoid head stretched out. He had a somewhat human outline, and one could vaguely see the shadow of Hank back then, but his eyes were the compound eyes of an insect, and he had no nose, only two holes on his face. The position of his lower jaw had been transformed into a sharp insect mouthpart, and with the trembling of the wings, a pair of white wings like a silkworm moth broke out of the white cocoon.

Feather!

This is the emergence ceremony that the cultists dream of. It represents the true light seeker, the favor of the Moth Mother, the gift of the past, and a transcendence of the essence of life.

The horrible half-human, half-moth monster slowly stood up.

He walked down the altar step by step, his white wings dragging on the ground behind him, leaving behind dirty dark red bloodstains and a little bit of crystal light. That was the powder on the wings. As the blood gradually melted away, his trembling wings were slowly opening, as if he was a butterfly that had emerged from its cocoon, was reborn, and was stretching its body.

puff!

A sharp spike appeared on his palm, and a pair of insect-like feet walked to the densely packed pupae. With a flash of cold light, the bone spur instantly penetrated the pupae shell, splitting the half-transformed monster inside into two halves.

Blood splattered.

The entire underground secret room turned into a bloody slaughterhouse. Hank wielded the bone blades transformed from his hands and ruthlessly killed all the monsters that had not yet hatched.

A pair of bloodthirsty compound eyes were filled with chaotic madness, but there was still a trace of remaining clarity.

"Dorne must not fall."

"I can't lose control yet, I can't fall into madness..."

"Because they are here too! ..."

The emergence of the Light Chaser represented the blessing of the Moth Mother. This half-human, half-moth horrible monster knelt on the altar and murmured in a hoarse voice like the sound of insects: "Praise the Mother of Death and Rebirth!"

"You are the mother of my old self, who controls life and death, and the mother of my new self, who controls eternal life and change!"

"You are the light chaser in the darkness!"

"You are the seeker in the eternal night, you are the guide who leads people to a new life!"

"You are a generous, kind and great moth mother!..."

As the monster's hoarse prayers sounded, the entire underground chamber was shaking, as if in resonance, forming numerous echoes. Above the altar, the outline of a strange moth was faintly emerging.

A drop of green blood fell onto the altar.

This humanoid monster named Hank used his bone blade to slash the wings behind him, like torn sleeves of flowing clouds, each wisp trembling in the wind. He chanted: "Praise the great Moth Mother!"

"I pray for the Light Seeker's ascension!"

"I will use my new self as a blade and my old self as a shield, embark on the path of ascension, and chase the light of darkness, the eternal light, the final light!..."

"I pray to challenge the heirs of the past! Embark on the path to advancement!"

The entire altar was shaking and cracking, and the outline of the strange moth was also cracking, as if it was ending the old self with death and giving birth to a new life. The prayers of the light seekers were blessed by the Moth Mother, because any light seeker who emerged was qualified to become her offspring.

Hank stood up slowly, and the torn white wings behind him spread out, drops of green blood fell, and the wings that fluttered and trembled in the wind were like trailing flying sleeves, as if they were the wings of an insect angel.

boom!
His figure soared into the sky, directly crashed through the ceiling above his head, and landed on the dilapidated roof amidst the shattering rubble.

Hank turned his head and looked in the direction of the Night Watch headquarters.

"Pay attention to the direction of the light!"

He uttered a frantic murmur, and then his tall figure flapped its wings and flew away. His torn wings turned into six flying feathers, and accompanied by fluorescent powder falling all over the sky, he drew a brilliant trail like a meteor in the dark night sky.

His figure was like a moth to a flame, pursuing the power of the old bloodline and locking onto the location of the offspring of the moth mother.

The final rationality is like a burning torch!

This investigator, who had never had the chance to embark on the path of destiny in his lifetime, embraced the last bit of rationality between the death and rebirth of his old self, and embarked on the path of promotion for his old family with the belief that he would die.

It is the instinct of the Moth Mother to fly into fire, and She will bless those who are fearless enough to emerge.

The sky above Dorne.

A hideous half-human, half-moth monster streaked across the sky. He flapped his wings and flew away like a falling meteor, ignoring all the illusions. Those were the real illusions that enveloped the wealthy area, the masterpiece of a high-level illusionist.

boom!
In the exploded house, a huge monster directly broke through the luxurious villa, and rubble broke and scattered all over the sky. The offspring of the past broke out from a huge white cocoon, surrounded by dry and withered corpses on the ground, as if they were abandoned human cicada shells.

It flapped its wings and screamed, its wings spread out to be more than thirty meters long, and countless powders emitting faint fluorescence were scattered, hypnotizing all creatures nearby. This offspring of the past was angry, and it could not tolerate the provocation of a winged being.

The advancement of the Old Ones is the destiny of mankind.

This overconfident hatched creature is trying to challenge it, replace it, and become the new offspring of the moth mother.

puff!

Mottled gray-white scales and feathers cut through the sky, like sharp blades that blocked out the sun and sky. This was the authority of the scaly-winged people. Hank's figure became riddled with holes in an instant. The feathered wings behind him seemed like mottled and broken rags. The scales and feathers that were tough enough to withstand gunfire became fragmented, and the sky was filled with green blood and fragments of his broken limbs.

The power of the superior is so terrifying!
The offspring of the Moth Mother master the laws of transformation of the Lepidoptera tribe, and this power completely crushes other winged creatures.

Only when you are close to perfection can you be qualified to embark on the road of destiny. Similarly, only when you are close to perfection can you have the opportunity to complete the promotion of the old family.

This is a death ceremony of a moth flying into a flame!

The descendant of the past stretched out its huge arthropod arms, and it pinched Hank's already shattered body as if it was pinching a bug. The blessing of the Moth Mother gave him an incomparably powerful vitality. Even though his body was riddled with holes, he was still alive. It's just that the difference in power between the two was too great, and he had no chance of winning at all.

"Damn it!"

"The descendants of the past have awakened ahead of time!"

In the mirage, an exasperated voice was heard, and he said anxiously: "Let the trainer arrange the summoning ceremony immediately."

In the sky.

The offspring of the Moth Mother slowly put the avian in front of it into its mouth. Since the opponent dared to challenge it, it should be prepared to be devoured. The blessing of the Moth Mother on this avian now belongs to it.

An unborn person who doesn't know his own limitations is only fit to be food on the table!

A bloody mouth full of sharp mouthparts opened.

In mid-air, Hank's shattered body turned his head and looked towards the east, which was the direction of the Night Watch headquarters. His insect eyes allowed him to ignore all darkness. He saw under the dark night sky, the figures of the Night Watch were rushing towards this side frantically.

There were people flying in the sky and on the roofs were agile figures, one after another, chasing the traces of light.

"Finally... it's still in time!..."

Hank smiled with relief and slowly closed his eyes. His body was like a delicious dessert, being swallowed by the offspring of the moth mother.

There is no mercy on the road of destiny, and losers lose everything!
But those who pursue light will never betray it until death. They are moths that fly into the fire, just like the unknown people in the Dark Age.

Mother Moth is always so kind and generous.

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(End of this chapter)