" Brother…" In the darkness and silence, Keng Huo suddenly opened his eyes. A faint voice came from all directions.
" Brother…save me…"
" Alyssa…" Keng Huo's eyes gradually became lively. He widened his eyes and anxiously scanned the surrounding darkness." Alyssa! Where are you! Don't be afraid! I'm here to save you!"
" Brother…I'm so scared…" The weak voice gradually sounded like she was about to cry.
Keng Huo ran like crazy,"Eliza! Alyssa, where are you? Brother is here!"
"Brother…I'm here…"
"I'm here…"
A blinding light suddenly appeared in front of Keng Huo. He subconsciously narrowed his eyes and covered them with his hands.
However, he felt something cool fall on his palm. He opened his eyes and moved his hand away, only to see an illusion that he didn't want to see again in his life.
It was a vast snowfield that stretched as far as the eye could see. The cold wind whistled past like a sharp knife, carrying snowflakes the size of goose feathers as they shuttled through the air like sharp ice blades.
However, Keng Huo did not notice this. His gaze was firmly drawn to the front.
His breathing suddenly became heavy.
His eyes became unprecedentedly fierce.
His expression instantly became as ferocious as a demon.
He…was completely different from the Keng Huo that everyone in St. Freya Academy knew.
He had become a demon that had crawled out of hell.
Keng Huo suddenly opened his eyes, but what he saw was not the snowfield, but the familiar ceiling.
His heavy breathing gradually became steady. He slowly sat up straight and threw the towel that he had torn and soaked in sweat to the side. He lowered his head as if he was thinking about something.
After an unknown period of time, Keng Huo sighed softly, as if he was very tired. He got out of bed, put on his slippers, picked up the towel that had fallen to the ground, and threw it into the trash can.
Keng Huo staggered to the bathroom, took off his clothes, walked into the shower, and turned on the shower head.
The pattering water seemed to wake him up a little. He recalled the desperate shouts and prayers of the Valkyries when he watched the fireworks in the square that night.
He remembered the words he wanted to shout back then.
Keng Huo smiled bitterly and tried to make a sound. He found that his voice was still hoarse.
Keng Huo cleaned his body and walked out of the bathroom. He poured a glass of water to moisten his dry throat.
Keng Huo returned to his bedroom and saw the towel blanket that he had thrown into the trash can.
The towel was still too big for the trash can. A large part of it was exposed and hung on the floor.
Keng Huo frowned. He put one foot in and stepped on the towel quilt into the trash can. However, when he pulled his foot out, it got stuck and he brought the towel quilt out again. He was slightly stunned. He picked up the towel quilt with his foot again and stepped into the trash can. However, when he pulled it out, he brought the towel quilt out again.
Keng Huo patiently tried for the third time, but this time, his entire foot was stuck in the trash can. He tried to shake off the trash can with his feet, but it was useless.
An unknown fire suddenly burned in his heart, and his eyes suddenly became irritable. He suddenly turned 180 degrees and kicked the trash can away like a cannonball.
The bag of snacks in the trash can was also thrown away, along with the leftover snacks in the bag and the torn towel blanket.
There was also a television that had been smashed by a trash can.
Keng Huo silently looked at the mess on the ground. A tired look appeared on his face. He slowly turned around and placed his hands on the windowsill, quietly looking at the moonlight outside the window.
The moonlight was very beautiful today. The moonlight was very pure, so white that it seemed to have no impurities. It was like a layer of gauze that gently enveloped the quiet St. Freya Academy.
The trees on the green belt swayed gently, and purple flowers fell from the trees, forming a purple carpet under the canopy.
The flowers fell and fell, as if there was no end.
Just like many things in this world, you always thought that it would end at a certain point in time, but you never expected it to hold on, like a boxer who was beaten to the ground but could still get up.
Facing such an opponent would only make one's hair stand on end.
And despair.
Keng Huo quietly looked at the promised land under Teresa's protection, and his expression gradually turned sorrowful.
With a complicated expression, he slowly opened his mouth and muttered to himself in a hoarse voice," F * ck…That TV costs at least five to six thousand yuan…I lost half a month's salary…"
Keng Huo slowly turned around and tidied up the mess on the floor. He sat on the sofa in a daze, but after a moment, he scratched his head helplessly.
"Anyway, I can't sleep with such energy. I might as well finish what I didn't finish before.”
Keng Huo got up and walked to his closet. He took out the white cloth bag that Kiana had secretly brought him. He took out the things inside one by one and placed them on the table. Then, he closed all the curtains and turned off the lights. He sat quietly in front of the table that had been cleaned.
This was his temporary work station.
Keng Huo touched the table, and the place where his hand touched suddenly emitted a faint purple light. Lines appeared under his hand, entangled and intertwined, like the roots of an ancient tree, or like the strange lines and color blocks painted by a crazy painter.
Then, he took out a thumb-sized, purple-red heart that seemed to be beating slightly.
Then, there were some messy and irregular pieces of metal.
Keng Huo took a deep breath, calmed his heartbeat, and slowly closed his eyes.
After a long while, when he opened his eyes, all his emotions had been driven out of his body. His eyes were like ancient wells, deep and calm.
Keng Huo placed a crystal shimmering with a deep blue light in the middle of the table. The moment the crystal landed on the table, the purple patterns on the table twisted crazily as if they had come to life. The originally intertwined lines suddenly stretched out like a willow branch. The patterns with the crystal as the center gradually shone like a ditch after a long drought, illuminating the entire room as if it was filled with purple neon lights.
Keng Huo's hands were not idle. He took out a pen-like object that was white and sparkling like a bone. It was neither gold nor jade. At first glance, it looked like a crudely made pen-like object. He stared at the lines that were twisting and extending crazily with a solemn expression. From time to time, he would draw a stroke on those lines, and those lines would correct their route according to the traces he drew.
Some of the lines gradually dimmed as if they were lacking in stamina. Keng Huo quickly grabbed the maroon heart and held it in his hand. He hung it above the lines and kneaded it fiercely. The juice squeezed out of the heart dripped onto the workbench and started to boil, making a sizzling sound of corrosion. Keng Huo's pupils constricted. He quickly wiped the juice evenly with the white pen in his other hand and drew the following lines. The corrosive liquid on the table quieted down the moment it touched the white pen. It was like a drop of ordinary purple-red ink, obediently extending along the tip of the pen to form a new line.
Keng Huo stared at the lines with all his attention. From time to time, he used various methods to repair and remedy them. As the lines became clearer and clearer, more and more sweat oozed out of Keng Huo's forehead. His hand speed also became faster and faster, like a painter who had entered a meditative state, drawing rapidly with the pen on the work table.
Beads of sweat dripped onto the table and blurred in front of his eyes, but he did not move at all. He just opened his eyes wide, afraid that he would miss any detail. He did not care about the salty sweat flowing into his eyes and bringing waves of pain.
After an unknown period of time, the lines finally covered the entire table. The lines were connected from head to tail, and the flow of the Disintegration Energy seemed to form an endless cycle. Keng Huo suddenly grabbed the irregular metal blocks and placed them on the key nodes on the periphery of the entire pattern at the same time.
The moment the metal pieces fell, the entire magic circle shone brightly, illuminating the room as if it was daytime. Light even burst out from the windows that blocked the curtains. From the outside, it looked like the house had exploded.
However, Keng Huo couldn't care less. He frowned and carefully watched the lines shrink around the blue crystal in the middle of the table as if they were being sucked away by a vacuum cleaner.
Keng Huo held his breath and took another pen from the pen rack beside him. It was made of the same material as the white pen he had used to draw the pattern. However, this one was obviously much more exquisite, especially the tip of the pen. It was obvious that it had been carefully polished into the shape of a tool used by a jade craftsman to polish jade.
Keng Huo carefully used the pen to poke the crystal that was emitting a faint blue light. When he found that it was as soft as jelly, and the tip of the pen easily pierced into it, a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes.
He put his face close to the crystal and used the pen to carefully touch, pick, wipe, and gather. For a moment, he seemed to have transformed into a jade master, removing the excess parts of the crystal, leaving only the core part.
Under Keng Huo's careful sketching, the crystal was gradually shaped into the shape of a jade pendant. When the pendant was about to take shape, Keng Huo quickly cut the tip of his index finger with the white pen and pressed the wound on the blue jelly.
Keng Huo's eyes turned black, and a sharp pain spread from his fingertips to his heart like fire, and then to his entire body. However, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and silently recited the process of making the jade pendant in his heart. He burst out his will, essence, and spirit in one go, and all of them passed through the blue jelly that was connected with his heart and blood.
Keng Huo kept visualizing a scene in his mind. It was the back of a fully armored warrior. He stood alone on the land that was covered in multicolored light. Beside him was a broken flagpole. There was a half-broken yellow flag on the top of the flagpole, fluttering in the wind.
Other than that, Kenghuo could not see anything else. There were only warriors, the ground, half a flagpole, and a flag. The rest of the scene was pitch black.
Keng Huo forced his mind to calm down and focused on his visualization.
The warrior stuck half of the flag into the ground and stood up straight. He seemed to have lowered his back and was facing the front.
Keng Huo continued to perfect the details of the visualization.
The camera slowly pulled open. Countless corpses appeared beneath the warrior's feet and beside him. They were all warriors wearing the same standard armor as him. Those young faces had already slept eternally. Blood and mud stained their faces like battle runes.
Keng Huo almost couldn't bear the pain from his fingertips. The pain had already spread to his brain, making it impossible for him to continue visualizing. However, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to continue visualizing with his momentum.
The image continued to expand, and the colors in the image gradually became richer. The smell of blood seemed to waft in the air, and the faint roars of wild beasts entered Keng Huo's ears. He saw a dilapidated city appear behind the warrior.
How dilapidated was that city?
Its city walls were tattered, full of holes and cave-ins. Even the city gates were missing, not to mention the moat that was almost impossible to see.
There was no one on the city wall. There was only smoke coming out of the smoke. There was not even a bird in the sky. Looking into the city from the big hole in the city wall, there was no sign of human habitation.
It was like a dead city.
Whether it was the dilapidated buildings or the dust that seemed to be floating above the ruins, they were all silently telling this point.
This city was as empty as Fengdu. Even if there were still people inside, their hearts would probably be dead.
Because the city was already filled with the aura of death.
It was like an ancient tomb of ten thousand people.
Keng Huo felt like his entire body was exhausted. He could no longer concentrate. He tried to visualize the next scene with all his might, but he was always interrupted by the noise in his mind and the chaotic thoughts that popped up out of nowhere.
" At least…the enemy…let me see the enemy…"
Keng Huo bit the tip of his tongue hard and used the pain to focus his mind, trying hard to visualize the enemy that the warrior was facing.
What a terrifying enemy!
The battlefield was littered with corpses, but there were only the corpses of one side's soldiers. The corpses were strangely shaped, and none of them were complete. If it wasn't internal strife, it could only mean that the difference between the enemy and the enemy was too great.
It was so big that this was not a battle, but a massacre.
The city was dilapidated and on the verge of collapse. Even a child's building blocks were more reliable than it.
The ground seemed to have been plowed by missiles. There were deep gullies and the remains of various large machinery everywhere.
Keng Huo could almost imagine how unafraid these soldiers were of death.
Keng Huo could almost empathize with the pain and anger of the remaining soldier.
But…the enemy…
That's right! Enemy attack!
The battle was not over yet!
The soldier roared. Even if he was unarmed, he would not be afraid. He suddenly pounced forward, his entire body filled with a tragic aura.
Keng Huo suddenly felt as if he could hear the warrior's roar.
He roared.
He was roaring.
He was using his own actions to say that the will to break through the array meant death!
The scene in front of Keng Huo suddenly changed, but it was gone in a flash. He was kicked out of the visualization space as if he had lost his connection in an online game. His head was splitting, and his whole body was limp. He did not even have the strength to support his body. He slid down the table and chair, lying on the ground like a corpse. He did not move at all, and even breathing could not make his chest rise and fall.
After a long while, Keng Huo finally realized that it was the sun's rays that were shining on his face. Only then did he have the strength to get up from the ground.
His physical energy was not exhausted to the point where he could not move at all. The large amount of energy was consumed by his mind.
Making this jade pendant had consumed a lot of his energy. Although his body was not very tired at the moment, the extreme fatigue in his mind made his body unable to use any strength at all.
Keng Huo sat on the chair, his eyes glazed over. After a while, he slowly came back to his senses.
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