Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Meanwhile, Lord's story continues.

He raised his pale hand. In the moonlight, Norn saw that there were barely perceptible black lines on the back of his hand and even under the skin extending to his wrist, which exuded an ominous dark aura.

"My body completely collapsed, and my soul was polluted." Lord's tone was as calm as if he was telling someone else's story, but the danger in it was enough to make Norn shudder. "In order to survive, and to prevent myself from becoming a vessel for the gods, I can only choose this method."

He paused, as if considering his words, or as if recalling the so-called method.

"I took the initiative to destroy my own body, used the power of life to create a new body for myself, and then began to reincarnate."

The magic of reincarnation was created by Lord when he created a new body for himself.

It does not mean reincarnation into another person's body, nor does it mean that one's appearance and memories will change.

You are still you.

It's just reshaping your body.

"It's just that this time is too long. It took me thirty years to reincarnate my soul into a new body."

He clenched his fist lightly, but the movement was still noticeably stiff and awkward.

It can be seen that Lord has not yet fully mastered his new body.

"It's like taking a string that's been forcibly stretched and then installing it on a fragile piano.

I put all my energy into tuning the strings, letting my soul slowly adapt to this new and fragile body. If I am not careful, my soul will dissipate or my body will collapse again.

Therefore, until now, this body is still too fragile to withstand any impact."

Norn stood there, as if petrified.

The shock and subsequent guilt overwhelmed him.

He had imagined countless reasons for Lord's disappearance, perhaps being trapped in a secret space, or perhaps having perished together with the gods, but he had never imagined such a cruel "reincarnation"!

Thirty years!

A full thirty years!

It's not about traveling or exploring, but about struggling to survive on the edge of life and death.

He looked at Lord's pale face, thousands of words stuck in his chest, and finally turned into just one sentence, "You... have suffered."

Lord shook his head slightly, a faint smile on his face: "Being able to see you again, to see you wearing that crown, makes everything worth it."

Norn took off the crown.

He always remembered what Lord had once told him.

If one day I officially become the king of mankind and wear the crown that symbolizes glory and bondage, remember to take off the crown and let him wear it too.

Now, Lord was standing in front of him.

"Will the weight of a crown affect you?"

Lord naturally understood what Norn meant, so he nodded: "It should be fine." He stretched out his pale hand again to take the crown.

I don't have the sense of responsibility to be a king.

Just like the crown in his hand that symbolizes glory and bondage, Lord wanted to wear it just to satisfy a man's little wish.

The touch of cold metal came through the fingertips. The crown of Norn was formed with the help of the ancient oath of the elves, which can also be regarded as a kind of magic.

Lord raised the crown and then, gently, placed it on his head.

The honored one has a laurel wreath on his head.

But this time, there were no cheers of coronation and no glory of being the center of attention.

In this quiet bedroom, there are only two close friends who have transcended time.

"How does it feel?" Noen's voice was filled with a hint of subtle tension and anticipation.

Lord closed his eyes slightly, as if taking it in.

After a moment, he opened his eyes, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips: "It's much heavier than I thought..."

He shook his head slightly, the movement very small, as if afraid the crown would fall. "Carrying the hope and future of a country and an ethnic group, this weight is indeed extraordinary. Norn, you have worked hard over the years."

It was just a joke that Noen made come true.

He couldn't even imagine how much bitterness and difficulty it would take to truly establish the first country belonging to the human race in this world.

Lord carefully took off the crown and walked in front of Norn. The other party understood what he meant and lowered his head slightly, allowing him to put the crown, which symbolized responsibility and hope, on his head.

Then he raised his head and his gaze returned to Lord, carrying with him thousands of words accumulated over the past thirty years.

"Your return is more important than anything else." Noen took a deep breath and began to describe the changes in the past thirty years.

“Everyone is still here, but nothing is the same anymore.”

Chapter 111: The First Demon King Asmodeus

"Miss Celia..." Norn's eyes dimmed. "She's been searching for you like a possessed person. The last time I heard from her was in the maze in the south, where she discovered the teleportation array to the God's Fall."

There is a large magic teleportation array in the Land of God's Fall.

That was formed naturally when the goddess died and her magic power leaked out, which is equivalent to a natural teleportation array.

It was precisely because of this that they were successfully teleported to the outside of the Land of God's Destruction after withstanding the first wave of magical black mud.

That's why Celie searched the world for traces of Lord.

I just hope that at the last moment, the other person will be teleported to somewhere in the world by this teleportation array, waiting for me to find him/her.

"Miss Celia has always been with Athos. It seems that he has become her only thought." Norn paused and said cautiously: "She looks a little pitiful."

In other words, the real owner is not here, otherwise Norn would not dare to say that.

Lord listened quietly, tapping his arm with his fingertips.

Something in the depths of his eyes fluctuated violently, and was then covered up by deeper fatigue. He did not speak, but just nodded slightly.

Noticing the empty space around his waist, Norn couldn't help but ask, "Where's your Org?"

The three holy swords that once killed gods.

Elsword has been the holy sword worshipped by the human nation, receiving a steady stream of power of faith.

Artos was always traveling with Celie. Although the Kingdom of Elves had tried to send people to ask for the holy sword, they were all rejected by Celie.

There were even several conflicts that broke out, but fortunately the Elf King stepped in in time and claimed that Atos should be held by the Saint, thus resolving the conflict between the two sides.

As for the divine sword Org, its whereabouts are unknown along with Lord.

Once again returning to loss.

"I didn't bring it out from the God's Falling Land."

"Really?" Noen didn't ask the reason in detail, but was silent for a while.

"What about the rest?"

"Miss Olivia..." Noen's voice was filled with helplessness, "She fulfilled her original oath. She completely imprisoned herself in the kingdom of heaven and never set foot on the earth again.

We have tried to dissuade him, but he has no intention of changing his mind. We are sorry."

Lord looked out the window, as if he could see the kingdom of God floating in the sky.

This is what Olivia calls atonement.

Obviously, the other party didn't need this, but before Lord could try to persuade him, he was swallowed by the black mud, and all his words were drowned under the wave of black mud.

His lips moved silently, and finally turned into an inaudible sigh.

"That guy Thorm," Norn said, his tone becoming more relaxed as he mentioned the dwarves, with a hint of teasing from his companions, "is now recognized as the next Dwarf King. He's even grown a beard. Besides..." Norn smiled, "he even uses juice to pretend to be alcohol when toasting with others, for fear that others will find out that he can't drink."

A smile also appeared on Lord's face, as if he saw the funny look of the dwarf secretly changing the wine.

But there is still one person missing.

So Lord looked at Norn again.

"Where's Eric? That guy should be here too, right? Or is he adventuring alone?"

The smile on Norn's face gradually faded, and he was silent for a few seconds, as if he was gathering the courage to tell the other person what he looked like now.

Even the air in the room seemed to freeze a little.

"Eric..." Every word Norn said seemed to be forced out of his throat. "I'm sorry, Lord."

Lord's eyes instantly became extremely solemn, and an ominous premonition surged into his heart.

"What's up with him?"

"When the goddess fell, a black mud wave erupted. Although Celie used Athos to deploy the barrier in time, Eric was the closest. Or rather, the power actively sought him out..."

Norn's voice trembled. "His body was contaminated by the goddess's power before her death. At the time, none of us noticed, including him."

Lord's pupils suddenly contracted!

The erosion of the goddess's divine power before her death! It comes from the most special power of the goddess of reproduction!

He knew exactly what that meant!

Even his original body was completely contaminated by this power, forcing him to use the power of life to reshape a body for himself.

But even so, his soul still had the pollution, and was brought into this new body.

The black lines on his hands are the best proof.

"I didn't notice this at all at the time. After the war, Eric and I set out on adventures again, teaching your magic, Lord, to every human village along the way.

But twenty years ago, Eric began to show signs of illness."

Norn closed his eyes in pain, recalling the scene.

"At first he was just absent-minded and talking to himself occasionally. He said he was fine, just tired. Then his personality started to change. He became extreme and irritable."

"The goddess's erosion has begun."

As a being who was completely devoured by the divine power of the goddess of fertility after her death, Lord knew only too well how powerful this force was.

It can be said that it is a slow erosion of the body and even the soul.

Not in a moment.