Longmen Memoirs

The unwillingness in my heart, the torture in my heart, and the source of everything.

Are you willing to die like this?

You will eventually go back voluntarily.

He lowered his head and said, "Your Highness, please hand over this person to us and don't embarrass the general."

"……roll."

"Your Highness!"

"I said, get lost. If I don't kill you, go wherever you come from."

He fell silent, and finally did not refute, but stood up and cupped his hands to the person in front of him.

"As ordered."

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The edge of the battlefield.

Things were not going well for the Pardoners. They had been betrayed, a shameful betrayal.

"You escaped very quickly. Those Yan people betrayed us?"

There was a sudden sound, and the Pardoner hurriedly took out his weapon. He saw the man walking out of the ruins on the side.

"It's you." He relaxed: "You are not slow to escape. We are used to being betrayed. Besides, this is not the first time we have encountered the same thing."

"His Highness has already predicted it. He said that those people from the Yan Kingdom are not worthy of trust, but His Highness needs them to complete something that we cannot do."

"Like those old guys in the Senate." he asked.

"Looks like you know."

"Do you want to kill me and silence me?" His hand holding the weapon did not let go.

"The power of the Sin Absolver is extremely precious, and it is not worth wasting it here."

"So you used the hands of Yanguo people to eliminate a few aliens." He asked with a sneer.

"Even the Sin Absolver is not completely unified." The man did not refute. He replied: "But you are different, Grector. You have always been an outlier among the Sin Absolvers, which also means that you are more accepting. Transformation is the reason why you are still alive today.”

"Isn't it because I'm cautious enough?"

"Prudence is just one of them, and the concept is more worthy of scrutiny than caution."

"..." He fell silent, and after a while he asked: "We failed here, and the people of Yan Kingdom have changed their camp. What are your plans for the future?"

"Let me tell you another piece of bad news." The man continued: "The officers who had contact with us on the Western Front have also been cleared. Just a few hours ago, the command authority on the Western Front had fallen away. Now the Tower of Babel has closed. All armies on the Western Front."

"This...that means..."

"In other words, our opponent had a plan and we lost."

"...Your Highness, he has no new orders?"

"Gather the remaining Pardoners and remnants and get ready. We may have to leave Kazdaele temporarily, but it won't be long. We will eventually come back. When the Demon King dies of illness and Kazdaele falls into division again, His Highness will When Kazdaele was unified, no one could stop this destined outcome."

"We have received intelligence that the Demon King has fallen into a coma, which is why they have adopted this almost desperate approach on the Western Front without fear of causing a backlash. The Tower of Babel has been forced to a dead end."

"Aren't we the ones who were forced to a dead end?" he asked, "Don't talk about being driven away in such a high-sounding way."

"Then let me tell you, yes, we lost, and then just like the Tower of Babel, it was our turn to be driven away in despair." The man asked: "Can you accept what I say? ?”

"You might as well not say it..." He sighed softly and said, "Ah, what exactly is the problem? Ever since the name Li Ting began to appear in our field of vision, the battlefield has become completely unfamiliar to me. Looks like."

Will Theresia really die?

I dare not imagine Kazdaele and Sakaz without His Highness Theresia. We grew up listening to his stories, but one day, the story will finally become a story.

Chapter 31 Cost

Unreasonable births, continued due to weakness, and died due to accidents. Many things that Chen Mo thought would last forever in his heart gradually became dilapidated, and new things emerged, giving rise to things he had never expected back then. The joys and sorrows of the new year are the same, and the old things have become incomprehensible.

Chen Mo raised his head.

He saw heavy snow falling in the dense darkness of Kazdare.

The snow is quiet and undisciplined.

He could no longer hear any sounds from the outside world. The white snow was dyed with dazzling red, and the red accumulated a thin layer on the body leaning on his shoulder.

The crazy and obsessed man leaned quietly against him and made no sound anymore.

he died.

His death was expected, but it still felt sudden.

Just like many years ago, on the same snowy day, on the first mission outside the black wall, the knife penetrated the poor woman and was stained with blood. Her despair, powerlessness, madness and hatred all followed her life. The passage of time gradually faded away.

At that time, Chen Mo felt that something was passing from his heart. No matter how he tried to stop it, he was unable to stop it, and the same thing happened again.

It became a similar scene, different people, the same situation.

Fate gave Chen Mo a loud slap in the face again. He thought he was ready, able to accept, and able to face it, but when everything really happened before his eyes, he still felt sad, sad, and powerless in his heart.

These feelings that came from nowhere made his increasingly cold heart feel an unspeakable sting.

He deserved to survive.

He showed his tenacity in the face of fate again, at the expense of a new life, and at the expense of the death of a man who hated him to the core until he went crazy.

Breathing in the cold snow is filled with white heat.

He never let go of himself until his death. The confession he made before his death was like a mockery of his miserable life. He was freed, but left Chen Mo with heavier shackles.

Chen Mo slowly pulled out his hand.

The broken heart in his hands, his hands were stained with blood, came from the same bloodline. He left nothing for them. In the end, he even brutally killed their only extravagant hope.

Flames engulfed the freed man's body.

Chen Mo stood in front of the fire without saying a word. The fire melted the falling snow, and he saw the man's smile gradually being submerged in the flames.

If I die, how will you survive if you kill me?

He didn't say that, but his smile let Chen Mo know what he was thinking. He was expecting, he was sarcastic, and he was waiting. Those who wait will inevitably face heavier suffering.

You are destined to be a miserable and desolate monster. You are destined to have a bad death in your life, and those who love you will not have a good death.

"He is destined to die here. He wants to kill you. You have no choice, watchdog. This day will always come from the moment he accepts this identity."

A dark shadow stood beside Chen Mo at some point. He stood in the snow, and the snow penetrated his body. He left no trace on the snow, as if he was not in this miserable world.

"The person he wants to kill is not me, but you." Chen Mo did not look back.

He failed to see the flash of shock on Goudan's face.

"It's us, whether you admit it or not, we are one."

"You didn't say that before."

"I didn't say it."

Chen Mo didn't answer. After a while, he suddenly shouted.

"Dog..."

"I'm here."

This time He never refuted the title.

"What do you think he thinks?"

"Why bother asking me about something you know very well in your heart."

"I would rather believe that he deliberately used this way to ridicule me after he was sure that he was bound to lose. One of us has to fall here. I didn't have such a plan, but I never thought it would be like this. In a way, he held back at the end."

"Because he knows that he can't keep you or take your life. Ever since he came to Kazdale, he has understood the result. Maybe he just wants to struggle with fate, but he can't escape it in the end." Goudan whispered. Said: "We are all one of them, and this story will never end until death."

"Is he forcing me to go back in this way?"

"Are you going back, watchdog?"

Chen Mo shook his head.

"Where are you going back, Dayan... I have nowhere to go, but Goudan, it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this."

"..."

"You can still go back to Dragon Gate, Watchdog. You still have many places to go. Think of Theresia and the young dragon you were at Dragon Gate. After all these years, you haven't left anything behind." Goudan whispered, his hand resting lightly on Chen's shoulder, gradually becoming one with him: "We will face it together, kill our enemies with our own hands, and get back what belongs to us. Even if the opponent is fate, then Let it come..."

Let it laugh at our fate and kill it.

Chen Mo became quiet. After a long time, Chen Mo suddenly asked.

"What the hell are you, Goudan."

It was several seconds before he heard the answer.

"I am you, watchdog, but you are not me."

"so."

"We have long been indistinguishable from each other."

"But you still want to get back what belongs to you, just like him. I took away everything from you. Do you hate me?"

Chen Mo looked at the extinguished flames in front of him. The man's body turned into ashes with the heavy snow and completely disappeared on the land.

Maybe one day this will be the same ending for him.

"Then you hate me? I hate that my identity has made you bear everything you are now."

"Don't hate."

"Nonsense!" Goudan chuckled and said, "You hate me, Chen Mo, but hate can't change anything. If you let go now, I will take your place and bear everything you shouldn't bear. You can choose the peace you want. , but are you willing? If you are not willing, you can never hide your selfishness and self-interest, as is the case with most people."

"How can you say something like this when you're not even a human being?" Chen Mo said sarcastically, and then said: "Do me a favor, Goudan."

Goudan hesitated.

But this time he didn't refuse, and he didn't ask what help he needed.

"Have you made up your mind?"

Chen Mo turned around and left the ashes scattered between the sky and the earth behind. He never looked back and walked into the heavy snow at night.

"I don't believe it."

"it is good."

Dawn always comes very slowly.

The long nights are cold and long, the darkness covers everyone's breath, and the dawn in Kazdaele is always out of reach.

The sun rises and sets on this fragmented land, saving reincarnation that seems to never end.

In reincarnation, some people die, some struggle desperately, the sun rises with their eyes open, and the sun sets with their eyes closed, but maybe they will never wake up again after closing their eyes.

When the dazzling sunlight in the morning passes through the gaps between the city's ruins and casts hazy shadows through the rusty and tangled steel of the collapsed high-rise buildings, w is sitting on the gray ground, with his back against the load-bearing wall, hidden in the shadow of the cement pillars.

Chen Mo pushed open the dilapidated wooden door, and dust fell, and tiny particles floated between the light and shadow.

W looked over, and Chen Mo could no longer see her familiar smile on her face, which was full of gunpowder smoke and scars.

"Is it you? I thought it was the black, big, and extremely disgusting Originium Insect that found the wrong door."

A series of exaggerated and disgusting metaphors, very much like her style.

She wasn't smiling, she was just disappointed and put down the gun without ammunition in her hand.

Maybe she forgot, but it took her a few seconds before she raised the corners of her mouth.

"To be able to say such things, it seems that you are in good condition. Ines is worried that you are already dead."

That smile was frivolous and weak.

But there was obviously no smile in W's eyes, only the sting and exhaustion after the struggle. He still had to act like he was good, and he didn't know what he was clinging to.