Above Destiny

Chapter 508 The Dream of Assimilation
"Well, let me think about it..."

Bao Dacai pinched his chin and thought for a moment, "They are the children that Miss Wen picked up. I heard that their parents died early, and the two brothers were infected with aphrodisiac disease and were dragged in together...

But his brother was not as lucky as him and was eaten."

"eat?"

Ji Jue turned his head slightly.

"Ah, yes, literally, eat."

The old man made a chewing motion and said, "Have you heard of the Feast Monks? The organization in Middle-earth is deeply rooted. Among its branches, there is a branch called the Great Food Religion. In some places in the Thousand Islands, it is still regarded as a legitimate belief.

The doctrines and stuff are all about how all spirits were originally one, but after losing their identities, they became fragmented. So everyone should work hard to merge with each other and let the spirits awaken from their bodies, etc. Anyway, it's all that bullshit.

As for how to integrate it, just eat it. People treat this as a holy communion.

Eat to gain life, eat to gain strength, eat to gain the completion of the soul and eternal life."

"..."

Ji Jue's heart moved, and he suddenly asked: "Punabantu?"

"Yes, that's right. Punabantu is also their territory. It is mainly spread among the natives and tribes. The most famous believer is Ekonzo, the general who killed the president and took over himself. It is said that he died inexplicably later, but guess what?"

Bao Dacai clapped his hands and said with emotion: "He has been reincarnated!"

The spiritual plague that spread from Punabantu was planned from the beginning, including Ekonzo's rise to power...

Ji Jue was slightly stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

I finally understood why they wanted to expel the medical team from the Chongguang Church, but suddenly changed their mind and wanted to detain them... I guess they were afraid that they would discover some information or clues?
"That general is a saint in this whole incident, a nobleman who is high up in the Heavenly City."

The old man said slowly: "It is said that what he likes most is to personally look for delicious ingredients in various parishes, bring them back after conscription, eat them slowly, and taste them carefully.

I ate it once, and again, until I got tired of it, until I was completely empty, until my consciousness and self-nature were completely obliterated, and could no longer grow, leaving only an empty shell..."

The two devout brothers, when they met such a person, thought they had met their savior and opportunity, and were led to serve the sacraments.

One works hard outside and prays constantly, while the other serves devoutly inside and bathes in God's grace.

The bright future and beautiful dreams that I thought would come true were completely shattered on the day of reunion.

In the garbage dump, there is an empty shell that looks familiar.

In the stinking leftovers, the broken empty shell made sounds again and again. It could not remember itself, nor anything else, but it still called out its brother's name.

again and again.

Echoing at the end of darkness...

"...After encountering something like that, it's understandable that it has only become what it is now."

The old man sighed softly, rolled up the leaf tobacco in his hand, licked the paper leaves, glued them together, lit it, and blew a breath. The rising smoke surged, changing into various phantoms, dancing and dissipating.

He narrowed his eyes and whispered softly, "It's obviously a fantasy, why is it more cruel than reality?"

Ji Jue didn't answer.

He just lowered his eyes and stared at the flames in the furnace.

Black as night, red as blood.

In the silent surge, the flame has already given the answer to solve everything.

The time has come.

"Please call him over for me."

Ji Jue paused and said softly: "Just tell him..."

"I have a gift from the devil that I want to give to him."

A few minutes later, a dirty boy came to the chicken feet house with bruises on his face, as if he had fought with someone again.

Looking at the strange scene in the chicken foot house, he seemed a little uneasy, and then seemed to muster up the courage, stepped roughly on the carpet, leaving a few dirty footprints.

Looking at Bao Dacai and Ji Jue coldly.

It seemed like they were about to quarrel at the next moment.

Bao Dacai smoked his leaf cigarette as if nothing had happened. He glanced at them, said "you guys chat", and then lay down on the rocking chair next to him.

"Tsk, you're just playing tricks on me..."

The young man put his hands in his pockets and looked at Ji Jue sideways: "What's the matter? Tell me quickly, I have something else to do."

"What's going on? A fight?"

Ji Jue stood in front of the stove and asked without turning his head: "Fighting with the people in the camp, whether you win or lose, what will it change?"

"You're such a meddlesome person."

The young man frowned, impatiently, and glanced at his profile. Ji Jue did not take it as an offense, and remained calm as before, even the slight curve of the corner of his mouth had not changed.

As if warm.

Hypocritical, pretending...

He wanted to say this, but before he could blurt it out, he got stuck. For some reason, when he looked at this man who seemed like he would fall down after two swings, he felt a little scared, but the more scared he was, the more he wanted to prove his courage in vain.

glare.

"I hit him when I wanted to, what's the matter? Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"Then go ahead and fight. It's good to find something you want to do." Ji Jue picked up the tools and turned them over in the fire, saying slowly, "It would be great if you can find a way to escape the nightmare. But, can you really forget it? The things you want to forget."

For a moment, the boy's face turned red, his fists clenched subconsciously, and he glared, but stood stiff in place, as if hesitating, or as if... afraid.

"It has nothing to do with you!"

"Yes, indeed." Ji Jue nodded, omitting the suffering that had nothing to do with him without any care, and just asked: "By the way, what's your name?"

It’s none of your business. You’re like a crazy person. Go ahead and pretend to be cool. I’m leaving and I don’t want to play with you anymore.

But when the words came out of his mouth, he spasmed. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the answer from between his teeth: "Yan, Yan Fei."

"Well, hello, Yan Fei."

Ji Jue finally turned back from the stove, smiled, and introduced himself: "I am Ji Jue."

Yan Fei pursed his lips and looked at him straight, but was unwilling to speak.

Then, his voice was heard.

It was like an echo from hell, so distant and cold.

"Do you want to avenge your brother?"

Those wounds that were covered by dirt and oblivion were once again roughly opened, and pain, resentment, and hatred, like blood, once again flowed out, drowning everything, suffocating him and making him forget to think.

Instinctively, he clenched his fist, stepped forward, and wanted to swing his fist to smash that hypocritical smiling face.

But he saw Ji Jue's eyes.

In the pure darkness, there seemed to be a scarlet flame burning, and in the scorched earth, only ashes rose and fell, just like hell. At this moment, the dark hell reflected his face.

As small as a speck of dust. He was stiff, frozen, having difficulty breathing, and tried to open his mouth again and again, but all that came out was a vague and indistinct sound.

Like a dying wail.

But Ji Jue couldn't help but smile.

He lifted up the tongs that were immersed in the flames and slowly pulled them out. In the burning wind that blew towards him, a blazing red golden cup appeared in front of him.

The hot golden cup is filled with dreamy red.

The blood and soul of the angels of the wheel and the giant tree, their pain and despair, and everything, are all here!

"Then drink it, Yan Fei."

A distant voice came, bringing a revelation from heaven, telling him: "This will be the first drop of the Holy Spirit's blood, in your mouth..."

In a trance, Yan Fei subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but before that, he had already stepped forward involuntarily and held the burning golden cup, as if he was holding his life, soul and everything, even though his flesh and blood made a hissing sound in the burning golden cup.

Without thinking, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp!

Snapped!
The empty golden cup fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

At that moment, screams rang out from his body, soul, and consciousness. It was as if he had swallowed a ball of fire that burned everything. He fell to his knees in embarrassment, screaming.

But there were three screaming sounds.

It was as if there were three people filling his body, wailing, but gradually, their expressions became ferocious, like gluttons letting out their mouths and devouring him wantonly.

The other two voices disappeared in the wailing.

Even his own voice was completely gone.

His throat had been burned by the iron slurry, and his esophagus and intestines had turned into charcoal. He fell to the ground, dying. His right hand suddenly fell off his shoulder, and flesh and blood that did not belong to him was bounced off.

The remains of his body convulsed and writhed in agony.

The sound of steel rubbing against each other was heard.

Sharp iron spikes pierced out from the skull, entangled with each other, and fell off, turning into thorn-like iron rings hanging high in the air.

Behind him, beneath the shattered flesh and blood, bones appeared, but the steel on top of the bones grew, and the iron crystals multiplied and extended, forming sharp bones. In the flow of silver light, flesh and blood formed, and above the flesh and blood, iron-gray metal feathers grew again.

The iron wings suddenly spread out, so huge that they covered his entire body.

The sharp friction sounds continued.

When the iron wings spread out again, the thin and disabled boy had disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there was a slender giant over three meters tall, his entire body shrouded in steel and metal. The metal, like flesh and blood, covered his face, replacing the flesh and blood to form a new body.

On both sides of the face, six eyes slowly opened, emitting a sharp red light.

Roar loudly.

It was as if a real wave spread out, rolled over, and disturbed all directions, turning the entire wooden house into a mess.

And in the center of the storm, Ji Jue smiled, admiring the monster in front of him, full of joy, staring quietly until the steel giant slowly knelt down on the ground.

Offer him your remaining respect and dignity.

Worship.

It’s like meeting the gods!
"It seems that you have made your choice, Yan Fei."

Ji Jue reached out and pressed his head, as if baptizing him.

Under that palm, the steel monster quickly dissipated and returned to its young appearance.

"It doesn't matter whether it's hatred or courage that inspires you.

There is only one path left for you. Once you embark on this path, there will be nothing in this world worthy of your worship, whether it is a god or a devil. "

"Today, I will give this power to you."

He leaned over, lowered his head, and finally whispered in the boy’s ear: “From now on, there is only one thing you have to do for the rest of your life.

- Take revenge on those who created hell, until they are all killed!"

Revenge until death.

It was so cruel, but at that moment, the young man, who had just woken up from a dream, couldn't help but smile. He laughed almost crazily and danced wildly in ecstasy, with two lines of blood and tears winding down his face.

Like a scar, it runs through joy and pain.

In the corner of the workshop, the old man watched all this quietly. For a moment, he narrowed his eyes. During his observation of the strange alchemy, he saw it once again...

Something flowed from Yan Fei's body into Ji Jue's hands, entwined around the dream power opened up by awakening, and merged into the flames.

At this moment, when he looked at Ji Jue and saw through the surface of his body, he finally realized the terrifying gravity...

Like a black hole.

Just by existing here, it is constantly eroding this pipe dream and expanding its own scope.

It looked as if... he had taken away other people's dreams!
No, it’s not so much taking away as assimilation!

Yeah, how could I forget this?

But after all, this kind of out-of-specification phenomenon is too rare. Even if you see it, you will probably just doubt your own eyes.

The erosion and assimilation of the heart by the ascension...

It is true that the guy in front of him, the Heart Hub, the Ether and the Mirror have absolutely no similarities, but he had overlooked the connection between them.

The entanglement between ascension and heart pivot.

The flow between desires and ideals, the entanglement between divinity and animality, sometimes they are mutually exclusive and sometimes they complement each other.

Both originate from the soul and come from nature. One seeks inward with arrogance or strides towards heights with humility, while the other expands outward and embraces everything with greed or restraint.

Just as pure ideals are easily corrupted by desires and distractions, the determination that has not been lost or broken in the dream also has an incomparable attraction to the dream.

While the heart pivot is dissolving and transforming, it is also possible that the transformation may reverse and assimilate the heart pivot.

Just like what I see now...

Let others willingly offer their dreams, their desires, and their souls to you!
Some people, as long as they exist, will continuously attract other people to gather towards them. When determination and courage appear, they are enough to assimilate all ambitions and desires and turn everything into a part of themselves!

"Twist and distort the angel's power, and then give it to others."

In the long night, the old craftsman sighed: "You don't waste anything at all, your methods are very clever..."

After all, aren't the so-called angels and the so-called God-given powers also born from everyone's dreams and fantasies? In this case, compared to the god who intends to monopolize all dreams and fantasies, this method is more pleasing to the eye.

"But in that case, it's more like a devil than an angel, right?"

"Then let's call it the Demon Armor."

Ji Jue stared at the flickering lights in the camp and suddenly laughed: "Being the king of hell is not bad."

After all, what in hell had he anything to lose?
Gather the demons and build weapons.

The long and arduous journey has just begun...

After nine days and nine nights of falling, we will eventually return to the sky!
(End of this chapter)