Quenched long order

Chapter 92 Another Soul

"Sauer, are you still alive?" The mystic yelled, but Saul didn't respond, he was still lying on the ground, without even moving his fingers.

She glanced left and right, saw the pickaxe Saul was digging into the wall of the cave, and ran quickly.

The abilities of the quencher have their own uniqueness, but also have limitations.

Spiritual attack is the most powerful means of direct attack by obsidian gems. Obviously, it has little effect on the mutated Garland, which is one of the reasons why the mystic is unwilling to mine.

The mystic picked up the pickaxe and felt it was very heavy. Then, she turned her head and saw the mutant Garland dragging Saul towards the entrance of the winding road.

She looked at the mutated Garland's generous back, and fear gradually rose from the bottom of her heart.

"Or, forget it..."

"Sauer also seems to be dead. Even if I kill Garland, it's impossible to bring him back to life."

"And I'm afraid I don't have the ability to kill Garland."

After speaking, she swallowed, and looked back at the gap that had been dug.

"Although I don't know the route, there should be only one road here. If I persist for a while, I can find it slowly..."

The mystic was persuading himself, and subconsciously took a few steps back until his back touched the cold cave wall.

"Hey, try again, if it doesn't work, just ignore it, I should have asked first!"

The mystic gritted his teeth and rushed towards the mutant Garland. She never thought that one day she would hold a pickaxe in both hands and fight the enemy in melee.

She quickly approached the mutant Garland, then raised her hands, and swung the pickaxe obliquely towards the back of the mutant Garland's head.

As if the mutated Garland had known it in advance, he bent down nimbly, just in time to avoid the sneak attack of the mystic.

The mystic was stunned for a moment, and planned to retreat one after another. She felt that things might be more dangerous than she thought.

The mutant Garland turned around quickly, with blood and tears on his scaly face, his melancholy red eyes looked at the mystic, and at the same time, his right hand with spiral spikes stretched out and pierced into the mystic's chest.

"What did i do wrong?"

Mutant Garland asked softly.

"I just want to live."

The mystic looked down at the spiral spikes on her chest, and she felt strength draining from her body rapidly.

The mine environment on Stewart Island was too unfavorable for her, the secret source could not be connected, and many props were lost in the shipwreck. The effect of obsidian gems was most effective on normal people, however, these were not her strong points.

Suddenly, the mutated Garland seemed to sense the danger, and quickly backed away.

boom.

There was a loud noise, which was the effect of the air cannon.

The mutant Garland's spiked right hand was severed from the middle, flesh and blood flew in the air, and the spiral arm fell aside.

The mystic who lost his support slowly backed up and fell to the ground. The pick fell aside. She looked down at Saul who fell on the ground. She was surprised to find that Saul didn't seem to be dead yet.

Saul was looking at her with eyes full of despair, "Run..." An extremely weak voice came from Saul's mouth.

Mutated Garland looked down at his severed right hand, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Saul. Then, he grabbed Saul's back collar with his left hand, lifted the latter, and then slammed it into the cave wall.

The sound of nasal bone breaking sounded.

Saul felt no pain anymore, his face slid down the cave wall.

Mutated Garland ignored Saul, but walked towards the mystic with a cold face.

"After all, I still can't go..." The expression on the mystic's face gradually became resolute. She grabbed the spike on her chest with both hands and pulled it out forcefully.

……

The hazy white light completely enveloped Saul.

He felt himself plunged into darkness, until a faint voice rang in his ears.

"Wake up, wake up."

He opened his eyes in a daze, and after realizing that the sunlight was very dazzling, he raised his left hand to block in front of his eyebrows, and then looked in the direction of the sound.

The next second, a thin young man stood beside him, and beside the young man was a small black boat.

Sauer stood up and found himself standing on the edge of a pier. The face of the young man in front of him was blurry, but it gave him a very familiar feeling. He took a few steps forward and finally saw the young man's face clearly. He had short black hair, gentle eyes, a strong nose bridge, and a pointed chin. Suddenly, he realized that this was his own face.

"You are……"

Saul looked puzzled, feeling like his memory was stuck.

He tapped his head lightly with his right hand, and it seemed that during the tap, some memories successfully emerged from the depths of his mind.

"You're Saul?"

He remembered the most critical information.

"You are Saul's soul?"

"Then who am I?"

He looked down at himself, and then he walked toward the water.

The young man just looked at him silently, without answering a word.

He walked to the water's edge and looked down at the water surface. On the water surface, the same face appeared in his eyes. He turned his head to look at the young man, carefully observed the details of the face, looked at the water surface again, and compared the two faces carefully. Finally, he found that the faces of the two were indeed exactly the same.

During the comparison, he gradually remembered what happened on Stewart Island, how he woke up from the mine, how he overcame crisis after crisis, and how he boarded the Stewart...

And, the last air cannon blasted off the mutated Garland's arm.

"I'm Saul." The young man said, "In other words, the original Saul, I should have died and left, but I don't know why, but I stayed in your body. From the moment you woke up, I was also observing the world, and I... seemed to be affecting you too, but you didn't realize it."

"Affect me?" Saul recalled his experience, "I don't feel like I was influenced by any consciousness, and my actions follow my own will."

The young man nodded without refuting, and then he replied: "Because you are a blank sheet of paper, what you saw, heard, and encountered after waking up, all of these made you who you are now. Of course, it also includes my concern for Garland and Kerry."

Shaoer thought of something, and asked back: "No, I have memories before time travel. I must have lived in another world. How could it be a blank sheet of paper? If you don't believe me, I can tell you something." He narrowed his eyes, suspicious of the young man who called himself Shaoer.

"Traveling?" the young man asked, "You mean you are from another world?" Then, he shook his head, "I'm not sure, but I think your soul comes from the depths of the mine, unless you think the depths of the mine is the other world you mentioned."

"Really..." Saul looked away, "...it doesn't matter anymore."

He sighed, looked at the black boat not far away, and whispered:
"Poor Kerry, he's innocent."

He still can't forget the scene of smashing Kerry's head with a pickaxe. "Garland..." He laughed, as if he suddenly remembered a very funny joke, and then, the laughter grew louder, but as if he was shouting out loudly, he raised his hand to wipe his wet eyes, and said with a smile, "...I laughed out my tears." However, this sentence trembled a little.

"Do you hate him?" The young man remained calm.

Saul shook his head slowly with a cold face, and replied: "I don't hate it, I deserve it, this is the end of weakness. I thought I was omnipotent, but in fact I am just a waste, and I can't do anything. Since he may hurt others after being polluted, why not me?"

Having said that, he waved his hand, took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly: "What are you talking about? I'm dead anyway."

The young man was thoughtful, and he asked back: "What if you promised Garland to kill him in front of Kerry's grave?" He paused, "Just imagine, Saul, if Garland died at that time, would your life be better?"

Saul frowned slightly and began to deduce.

If Garland had died on the day the black mist spread and hadn't boarded the Stewart, the Stewart would have sunk anyway, as the Commander's mutated monster would have destroyed the ship.

Not surprisingly, she will still return to the mine, because Mrs. Gold hopes that the Temperer can go deep and close the door to the source of blessing. If everything else remains the same and lacks Garland, there will be a problem. When Mrs. Gold fights with the Inspector and falls into a weak state, he will miss this opportunity because he cannot find the entrance to the palace.

Afterwards, the psychic stone scholar will enter the Gate of Borrowing Fate, and the black mist will disappear for a period of time. Using this period of time, Mrs. Gold can get a breather, and it is very likely that he will recover his strength. If there is no accident, he may eventually enter the Gate of Borrowing Fate. Of course, it is also possible to be directly killed by Mrs. Gold, but it seems that he is more willing to accept this kind of ending.

The young man spread his hands, "Perhaps this is the sea of ​​possibilities that the travelers from the gray kingdom talk about?" He shook his head, "I don't know very well, I haven't read too many books, but obviously, when the gold mine curse broke out, it seemed normal for the miners to die on Stewart Island. Whether it was Garland, Kerry, Regis, or me, they would all die miserably on the island like those miners, and no one cared."

Saul thought for a while, feeling that he had spied some secret. He frowned and asked, "What are you talking about? Are you comforting me? I'm not that fragile."

He took two steps forward, raised his right hand, and pointed his index finger at the black boat not far away, "Should I leave from this boat?"

"That's my boat." The young man smiled.

"What about mine?" Saul folded his hands on his chest.

"You still have a lot of things to do, don't you? Saul, you don't know why you came here. You are very curious about the outside world. Don't you want to learn alchemy?" While speaking, the young man walked towards the black boat, "Try again, Saul, for yourself."

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Saul was very puzzled.

"Saul." The young man walked onto the black boat. Then, he turned around and said softly, "This may not be your name, but if you like it, feel free to use it. I am very grateful for everything you have done for us. I am really happy to know you. You don't have to blame yourself for what happened to us. The road under your feet belongs to you, and you have your own future."

After speaking, the black boat slowly left the dock, becoming more and more blurred.

The hazy white light came back on, covering Sauer.

Severe pain came from his chest. Saul opened his eyes with difficulty, but happened to see that the head of the mystic Natalie was twisted off by the mutant Garland.

(End of this chapter)