The immortal black snake just wants to live simply

Gertrude even suspected that it might be an earthly sound that had not yet been played.

That is the melody that the [Witch King] left in the world.

A piece of music played by the Warlock King contains indescribable power.

And she has indeed achieved certain results.

She looked at the title.

"Gift ■■"

There might be a name behind it, but Gertrude found that she could not clearly observe the line of Laitanni.

Some kind of terrifying Origin Stone technique interfered with her perception.

Gertrude was not a reckless person. Even though she had been studying it for a certain period of time, she was still not confident that she would dare to crack the Origin Stone technique alone that was suspected to be set by the [Witch King] himself.

Even though the Warlock King is dead, his residual power has not dissipated for a long time.

The Twin Queens burned the books and music scores about the Witch King in an attempt to erase all traces of him... But how could the fear dissipate so easily?

"Well...try to sing it silently in your heart first."

Gertrude has mastered this melody and has completed the content of this incomplete movement.

It seemed like the Witch-King was writing it to one of his friends...but Gertrude was skeptical.

She had never heard of any close friends of the Witch King.

However, the Witch King's earthly sounds are originally of different styles, and it is said that they represent the Witch King's thoughts at different times... Then maybe the Witch King had a friend when he was young.

A soft melody sounded from her heart.

【Friendship is like the ubiquitous breeze】

【You can't hold it】

【Can't smell it】

【Can't taste it】

【You can't tell when it will come】

【But you can always feel it】

[It may come and then go away]

[But you know it will always come back...]

'return……'

Gertrude discovered to her horror that she could no longer stop the melody in her heart.

Moreover, the originally gentle melody gradually became weird and distorted.

Like many snakes breathing in my ears.

She was horrified to find that her mouth seemed to be uncontrollable and she was singing the rest of the movement quietly and quickly.

But the speed was so fast...so fast that the beauty of the music itself was lost.

It was as if there was some invisible presence that was eagerly trying to get her to finish singing this movement.

Gertrude bit her tongue sharply, forcing herself to break off her singing... but it was no use.

She could only whisper this incomplete piece of music over and over again in despair.

Her remaining sanity suddenly realized something.

This is much like the method of the Eternal Duke of Ursus!

As the earl of Leitania, even though she was just a pawn in the hands of those more noble, as a noble, she also had her own channels to learn about the rumors of the evil god.

The terrifying thing about the Black Snake lies not only in his power, madness, and the terrifying war machine named Ursus behind him... but also in his unpreventability.

Countries are not without means to resist and detect Him, but there are few methods and cannot be solved once and for all... And the size of a country is so huge and bloated.

But at this moment, Gertrude grinned instead.

If it weren't for the uncontrollable chanting that kept her from laughing, she would have burst into ecstatic laughter.

Isn't this the chance to take revenge on them? !

A fragmented earthly voice may become a bargaining chip for Gertrude to survive for a while, or it may become one of the weapons for those who overthrow the rule of the Twin Queens and kill Gertrude at the same time... But she has had enough.

"I don't care about the Witch King or the Twin Queens, I just want to live!"

"And since I no longer see this hope..."

"Then I'll let you all feel the pain!"

The young Count Strollo uttered a vicious curse before his consciousness faded.

After all, it had not been long since the death of Gaul at that time, and the legends and knowledge about the battle of the four emperors naturally became the talk of the nobles.

And the evil god of Ursus, in the eyes of this Leitania noble who is about to disappear...

How could he not be a terrifying spokesman who was equal to or even better than the [Witch King]?

……

In the Londinium Palace, in that room, the secret conversation continued.

"So who of you won in the end?"

"We finally made a truce. After all, neither they nor we are used to putting all the incarnations into one place...and if they were all transferred, the noise would be too big."

Looking at the shapeshifter who seemed to be remembering, Theresia felt that the other person was not imitating the shapeshifting at this time, but was truly recalling the past encounter with the black snake.

So she asked tentatively.

"And then you didn't get to know each other? Did you become friends? Yes, after all, you two..."

Theresia hesitated for a moment, but decided to use the term "two people".

"After all, the way you two exist is very similar, you should have a lot in common."

But the shapeshifter just shook his head.

He looked at Theresia calmly, not caring at all that his thoughts were being read by the former Demon King in front of him.

The Demon King has seen too many Ren.

Both Theresia and the alien Chimera are nothing more than dust that has not yet dissipated.

……

"You are wrong, Your Highness. The Origin Stone has left irrefutable traces on all of you, but this is not the case for us. Only we have retained our original appearance..."

"But should we be proud of our [purity]?"

“What’s the point of purity when the world has changed?”

"I can only chase you and everything you have created...but not even the resentful spirit of Sakaz can leave traces on us."

"But He is different... If we are compared to a white paper that cannot be contaminated, then He is a piece of paper that can be scribbled on."

"A filthy piece of paper that's always being scrawled on."

“We really took an interest in Him that we had never had before.”

"If the shape-shifters transformed from one into ten, into a hundred, into a thousand... then the black snake we met at that time transformed into a thousand into a hundred, into ten, and into one."

"Of course, except for one, thousands, hundreds, and ten are just symbolic words... for the convenience of His Highness to understand."

"But Your Highness..."

"Is the swallowed meaning really my own meaning?"

"And can one existence really carry thousands or even an ever-increasing amount of...meanings?"

Chapter 333 Shapeshifter: Black Snake, for you, I want to support Theresia!

"He is too different from me, from you, your highness, and even from the demons outside civilization and the heirs of the deep sea."

"I once went to some laboratories in Columbia to study topics on artificial intelligence. I gathered with the most knowledgeable professors at the time to discuss some controversial issues."

"If a conversation machine containing a huge database is placed in a room, the person outside the door cannot know what is inside, but the other party can communicate with it almost without any barriers... Then, without outside influence and Would the person outside the door be able to tell the difference between a machine and a human, given the hint?”

"Of course, this is just an analogy...but it does remind me of something else."

"His existence is not like a life with independent consciousness, but more like a phenomenon, a law...a thought that is constantly updated and expanding."

“When I struggled with Him, I intentionally allowed a small part of me to be consumed by Him and discovered some interesting things.”

"I thought that even such a complicated and chaotic life form would have at least one decision-making subject... and I did find a black snake that looks more pure black."

"But it's just a remnant of a corpse. It's a bit larger at best. It's not fundamentally different from the remnants of consciousness that were devoured by Him."

Theresia listened quietly to the shapeshifter's story.

Although she couldn't understand the purpose of the shapeshifter to expose the black snake's background to her...but she could feel that the shapeshifter didn't lie.

But this is really far from what Theresia perceived when she was trapped in Satan's body.

Moreover, what confuses Theresia even more is that if the original shapeshifter's judgment was correct, then what exactly is the black snake?

A living thought?A database that perfects itself by constantly devouring others?

So is the evil god of Ursus, even the so-called pursuit of "living", just a logical result of the excessive proportion of this life instinct in the consciousness swallowed by the black snake?

Theresia didn't know, after all, this was just a guess based on the information she knew so far.

But she suddenly felt a little sorry for Black Snake.

what is the meaning of life?

Even if it is not just for survival, living is definitely the instinct of life.

But if this instinct is just a borrowed desire and pursuit...

So what exactly is this existence?

……

The shapeshifter had no idea what was going on in Theresia's head.

But he actually doesn't care what the black snake is.

After all, He himself is a unique existence in this land, and others cannot understand His form of existence... If the Black Snake is too different from other life forms, isn't He himself the same?

And He actually didn’t confess to Theresa at all.

That means His judgment may have been somewhat wrong.

At least, the feeling that the black snake gave him now was different from the past... even if it was just the slightest bit.

But the shapeshifters are happy to see this change.

A unified consciousness stitched together with morbidity is better than a voting meeting composed of thousands of chirping souls and more incomplete fragments of consciousness... But that is like building blocks.

Too fragile.

If the Black Snake is still the same as before, then the shapeshifters will undoubtedly support the Black Snake... As for whether the Black Snake is Sakaz, what does it matter?

The difference between Sarkaz and other races is that it is not a population condensed by blood...otherwise, the strange creature, the shapeshifter, would have been kicked out long ago.

But now, they have changed their minds.

There are still too many souls that Sakaz has accumulated over thousands of years...

The shapeshifter changed his appearance and turned into a member of the royal court who had long been lost in history.

He meticulously saluted Theresa, who had a complicated expression.

Both the shapeshifter and Theresia knew that this was not an act from the heart.

This is nothing but an imitation.

……

Meanwhile, in the single-room office.

A young editor-in-chief working at Casimir Newspapers angrily hung up the phone in his hand.

His eyes were cloudy, as if there were a few unclean lines wandering in his pupils.