Chapter 1613 My own voice!
Lin En sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed tightly, the soul power of the raven corpse continued to flow into his brow.
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He used a very clever way to successfully avoid the strong influence of the raven's memory on himself.
Because of the special nature of the flesh and blood of the Colossus.
After getting the share of the Colossus, each of his cells can become a carrier of consciousness and memory.
And he broke the memory of the raven he got, stored it in his cell factors in different categories, and his consciousness sat at the high point of the soul and spiritual world, suppressing the replacement and influence that those memories may bring to him.
And in this way.
Originally, it could only devour 50% of the soul strength, but now it has greatly increased the reserve.
So...
If the raven died when he devoured 50%.
What does the 50% memory after that mean?
Did something replace him.
Or did he come back from death?
And all this is a mystery.
He closed his eyes and once again put his mind into the body of the raven.
...
And he slowly discovered that at least for a long time after the death of the raven, its unconscious soul was in a long-term blank state, without any memory fluctuations.
This process lasted for many, many years.
It seemed that he had become a part of death, leaving only a tragic blank and fragments of past memories.
But when he devoured 61%.
Suddenly.
The noise of memory appeared in the soul he devoured.
And when he suddenly opened his eyes after entering the memory, he lowered his head and saw his hand. In the wrist of the purely mechanical structure, countless nanomachines constructed his skeleton bit by bit, and then the spores of flesh and blood that kept climbing up covered the surface of his mechanical wrist generation after generation.
Lin En's pupils shrank suddenly.
That's right.
It was not until he saw this picture that he was really sure that the phantom he saw in the abyss might indeed come from the projection of the raven after its death.
The white-haired man with the body of the Trinity...
Maybe it's the raven he's devouring!
And the picture he saw seemed to be the recasting of his body after a long death, but was he really the same person at that time?
Or...
In the first-person perspective, he saw "himself" slowly raising his head.
And it seemed that the raven's emotions at that time were also clearly transmitted through these memories. It seemed to be a huge sense of urgency, a slightly sad sense of fate, and when he turned his head suddenly, he saw some indescribable dark pollution, dripping in from the bizarre cracks.
They kept twisting into human shapes one after another.
It was like one nightmare after another.
"Clean it up."
He seemed to say to himself.
"Now it's just us."
Click--
The memory seemed to be suddenly cut off by some force. Except for the flash of the picture, the memory disappeared again, and Lin En suddenly returned to the long blank he saw before.
It was as if he had intentionally erased part of his memory, so that he could not see more information through the devouring of the distant future.
But at that moment, Lin En was shocked as never before.
Just like when he first saw the left hand of the white-haired man move.
This was also the first time he heard him speak.
And that voice...
"Me? Lord Violet, that monster? Or are the voices of all the other ravens the same?"
His eyes flickered.
At this moment.
He really felt an unprecedented shudder.
Because all the illusions and memories he saw seemed to tell him a terrible fact that he might have existed in the distant past at some stage.
But all this was so confusing.
It made it difficult for him to imagine and spy.
"What's wrong with you? You seem shocked?"
The puzzled voice of the Colossus Brain came from reality.
Lin En frowned.
But he shook his head and still chose not to tell his brain about this weird thing, because even he himself could not figure out whether that guess was true, but at least he could be sure of one thing, that body was definitely a trio of machinery, flesh and blood, and psychic energy.
This was the path he had always envisioned.
Lin En did not hesitate.
He closed his eyes again and began to devour the corpse further.
[65%]
[71%]
But for a long time afterwards, the raven's memory was blank. That blankness was not like no record, but like it was erased out of thin air and he did not want to see it.
And finally, at [75%].
In the flashing of the picture, he saw the old gods walking on the ground one after another.
He saw them struggling under the curse, and saw them roaring desperately and angrily at the rolling black fog above their heads.
And he descended.
It was like a doctor who gave them the seeds of hope and whispered to them.
"Wait."
The images of the memory kept flashing, and the process seemed to last for thousands of years. The reborn raven seemed to fly all over the dark world at different time periods, constantly contacting one old god after another in secret and letting them lie dormant.
Until...
Lin En suddenly raised his head and looked at the countless jailers above the black fog looking down indifferently.
And around him.
The ancient gods who survived in the dark world from all ages gathered. They all cast their trusting eyes on him, as if only he could really lead them to break the shackles from hell, but this time, Lin En felt very clearly the sadness and sense of fate surging in the heart of the "self" in the memory.
And what happened afterwards was the same as what Lin En saw in the illusion.
The war broke out.
The raven did not take them out of hell. It seemed that everything he did was just to cause the outbreak of this war.
Countless old gods fell.
They fell one after another and then died continuously.
Until the picture was cut off again.
This time, Lin En, who relived these memories, felt the cruelty of the war more deeply than the previous two times, but the picture was still intermittent, and Lin En could not even guess why the raven provoked this war that stretched across the entire dark world.
