Chapter 127: EX disciples and teachers
Chapter 127 EX Disciple and Teacher
A rainbow-colored streamer flickered on the top of the Tantan Cliff, as if occupying the entire sky.
Slowly recovering the ability to think, when the boy's eyelashes moved slightly and the halo of psionic energy in his eyes brightened again, what he saw was Hilliard's face and the rainbow light filling the top of the cliff of sighing.
"what happened?"
Ian struggled to speak, but felt that his body was not as heavy as he imagined: "I remember... I won?"
"Um."
Sitting on the rock, the old knight smiled and nodded, and he replied calmly: "You did win—but is it really worth it to ruin your body?"
"Hahaha, see what you said, teacher."
Heaved a sigh of relief, Ian laughed. He tried to stand up straight, but found that the arm on his side was still very sore, and he had a feeling of numbness that he couldn't control his body after drinking, so he had to give up: "We are all still alive. Is it worth it?"
"A brat who is not afraid of death..."
Hilliard snorted, and said with a serious face: "Listen, Ian. I have removed most of the toxins in your body, but because of the impact of the thunder and the nuclear toxin of soma wine, your body will still be damaged. left extremely serious sequelae."
"You will lose many physical senses, including most of the sense of smell, taste, and the ability to perceive pain. This is almost irreversible. It can only be cured after you reshape the phase neural network in the future."
"Really?" Hearing this sentence, even Ian, who was still smiling just now, froze for a moment.
But soon, he continued to smile indifferently: "Although it's a pity, but I'm really looking forward to it... There are still many flavors in this world that I don't know, and I haven't tried."
“We’re saying goodbye for now, but the longer we wait, the more interesting it will be to taste later.”
"...Everything is interesting, you kid, you are too optimistic."
Startled for a moment by his disciple's answer, Hilliard laughed.
But he immediately turned serious: "I have cured these sequelae for you just now. At most, you will feel a little tasteless within a month or two."
The old knight said softly: "Look at your chest."
Ian bowed his head.
Immediately afterwards, he saw a wound on his chest that was slowly healing.
Based on the young man's knowledge of the human body, he could judge that the wound had cut open his flesh and blood in his chest. After careful sensing, it seemed that even the bone plates had been pried open and closed with ingenious techniques.
Inside the wound, there is a light golden mist shining.
"what is this?"
Blinking in surprise, Ian raised his head to look at the old knight.
He wanted to ask Hilliard what kind of high-level secret medicine he had placed in his body. Would it be okay to eat this kind of thing by himself? He has no sense of taste, and it’s not a big deal if he can’t smell the fragrance. The teacher whose situation looks worse will use it first.
But a flash of lightning cut through the dark night, making him stare blankly at the huge wound on his teacher's chest and abdomen.
That was a huge wound that could be called 'disemboweling'...
But the strange thing is that there are no internal organs in Hilliard's abdomen, only groups of gray-white substances like stones.
More than that.
From Hilliard's legs up to his chest, gray and white marks have been spreading.
Stripped of all color and magic, the old knight's body is gradually turning into the most ordinary rock...a lifeless stone.
"what happened?!"
Standing up—Ian seemed to break free from all the pain and restraints on his body in an instant, and stared at Hilliard who was smiling lightly in shock.
Then, he bent down as quickly as possible, wanting to touch the huge wound: "This is what happened...Teacher, are you...Could it be..."
Even with Ian's keenness and wisdom, he didn't figure out what was going on in the first place.
It may also be that you don't want to understand.
The young man touched those gray-white rock substances. They are stones, but they are not hard. It seems that they will be completely shattered and turned into dust with a little force, so that Ian subconsciously withdraws his hand, not daring to touch any more.
He completely panicked.
"Calm down...Ian, calm down. Haha, you are actually much calmer and more rational than me. That's probably the last thing I need to tell you."
Compared with Ian's panic, Hilliard stared at the gray and white marks that were still spreading on his body indifferently: "Even if you were not dead, you would lose your sense of touch, taste and smell due to excessive toxins. Excessive toxins make you The internal organs are failing, and the brain is also filled with various impurities, and it is very likely to become a fool whose thinking is frozen."
"A mind like yours shouldn't end up like this. I firmly believe that your wisdom can change the world."
"So, I gave you my core, and used my last source quality to expel most of the toxins for you."
"Why return it?"
Without any hesitation, Ian supported the teacher and leaned against the rock, and his tone resolutely did not allow any doubts: "My toxins have almost been removed."
"Tell me how to return it."
Hilliard stared at Ian with a strange look. He seemed to want to laugh, but his eyes penetrated Ian, as if he was staring at someone far away.
"I'm dying."
The tone of the old knight's tone was full of regret or relief, extremely contradictory and extremely complicated emotions, and the rocky gray-white traces had already crossed the abdomen and climbed towards the chest.
He said softly: "This is the ashes of the ice hell, the poison that will turn everything that sets the target into ashes - probably because my life is too hard, even it can only slowly turn me into rock, As a result, I can linger on for a while."
"My death is inevitable, so why not let me save your life with my last sublimated organ."
Hilliard turned his head, looked at Ian, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, my student, this is equivalent to the fact that you have the fifth-level ancient dragon material from the very beginning! Back then, I was fighting against the army led by my king. It took dozens of mountains to collapse to get it done, and you were able to pick one up for nothing, really lucky, haha..."
Noticing that Ian didn't care about this at all, the young man just stared at himself blankly, and he said patiently: "Don't worry, Ian, I was going to die. Without Wiggs, I probably wouldn't survive this winter." …at the latest, next winter.”
Grey-white marks have begun to spread to the entire chest, forming spider web-like marks.
At this moment, Hilliard raised his hand and grabbed Ian's hand. The boy felt the teacher's astonishing strength: "After I die, send my body to the South China Sea... I will watch there... always watch. "
Ian and Hilliard looked at each other, and the old knight said in a deep voice, "Promise me."
"Son, don't be sad."
"I promise you…"
Ian replied blankly: "But I still don't want you to die...how can I not be sad?"
"Teacher, I really want to cry, I know I should cry at this time, but I can't cry, I have no tears..."
The young man tightly held his teacher's hand. He didn't cry, but the psychic light in his eyes was shining.
He wanted to see the trajectory of the future, but there was only a black ash on Hilliard's body.
All the light is dimming, and the knight in the vision is dead.
He remains in the dead body only with a will detached from the material world.
This is a more desperate hesitation than despair. Ian can only endure, enduring this unspeakable grief: "Teacher, I can only feel a sense of silence and emptiness, a heavy feeling."
"I...I can't describe the emptiness..."
"Yes. That's who you are."
But Hilliard raised his hand and stroked the boy's head in relief: "You are a strange child, an abnormal child, a child who is different from other children, a child who is hesitant and curious."
"I... I thought of a person, he is a person like you, a guy who can never be really unrestrainedly happy, nor can he be really sad and sad happily."
He smiled weakly, moved his eyes upwards, and stared at the dark sky.
Hilliard, whose spirit has been a little slack, seems to be communicating with Ian, and seems to be communicating with a close friend in the distant past: "What can fill the void in your hearts? Even this world?"
"So... you want to go to the sky?"
Hilliard paused for a while, as if he was gathering strength.
Then, the old man said in a clear voice as always: "I am Hilliard Lexi, the thirty-ninth emperor of the Setar Empire, the knight of the pioneer Inaiga the Great."
"I am also the most wanted criminal and traitor of the Setar Empire today—I am the last legacy of the 'Black Tyrant'."
"Sorry, Ian, I will hand over your Majesty's legacy to you...it will bring you a large group of enemies, and they are the masters of the world, a party with a large number of people, and they occupy this land Everything, with all the resources, everybody is on the side of these guys."
"They are the kings of the earth, the envoys of the gods walking in the world, the generals with a large army, and the rulers of this world."
Lowering his head, the knight stared at Ian with his gray-brown eyes. The old man looked at his disciple's sad expression, then raised his hand and stroked the boy's face: "Why, aren't you afraid?"
The gray traces have spread to every part of the chest and abdomen, and have even begun to spread towards the neck and head.
"how come."
Taking a deep breath, Ian responded softly.
Already aware of the arrival of the moment, his tone became firm, like an unchanging rock: "This is what I want to do, and they are the enemies I should destroy."
"Teacher—I came to this world to do these things."
Looking at Ian, Hilliard stared at that gaze.
Bright eyes. familiar gaze. Steady gaze.
Just like the eyes of the king back then.
His eyes are dimming.
—Actually, I never understood it, I really never understood it.
The old man's sanity has begun to be a little fuzzy, and the complicated life is spinning before his eyes, turning into endless flying fragments.
He muttered to himself, and also asked from the bottom of his heart: "Why, do you all want to go to the sky?"
so. In order to respond to a close friend, in order to respond to a teacher.
Those in memory, those in reality, they opened their mouths and answered seriously.
【Hilliard, we can't just stare at the land in front of us】
Among the shards of lights flying in front of him, one was shorter than him, but an enthusiastic figure walked in front of him. He gestured and gestured, as if explaining his future plans: [We cannot be trapped in our land, we cannot be trapped in In this cradle...]
The young man seemed to be talking about something, but he didn’t think so at that time, the earth is just a cradle... the earth is everything! All wealth and glory are on the earth!
Everything of human beings comes from the land, from farming and labor, instead of dreaming in vain, staring at the void of nothing!
But that figure didn't care about his refutation and reprimand, he just smiled and explained his point of view with a smile.
【Hilliard... The most important thing is that a civilization, a civilization that can go to the void, must be great. It can make everyone full of food, and make everyone have abundant wisdom and wealth—my friend, only when people are full and have nothing to do can they have leisure and desire for appreciation]
【In an unhappy country, no one will look up at the starry sky full of hope and expectation! 】
【In contrast, I just want to build that kind of country in order to achieve my wish! 】
【and. "
It seems that someone is answering myself, as if someone is talking, the illusory shadow gradually overlaps with reality, and the words that echo in the heart are gradually replaced by the real voice in the ear.
The man of the past and the boy of the present are overlapping.
They were silent for a while.
They were a little embarrassed.
They seem a little embarrassed.
But in the end, they still spoke.
"Because I want to."
They spoke calmly, just as they expounded the truth that there is no need to repeat it a second time: "It's like a question longing for an answer, and a calculation longing for a result."
【Hilliard/Teacher, I just want to, for no reason. "
【I want to touch the stars with my own hands. "
So he went crazy and went to accompany that fool to chase the trajectory of the stars.
【Do you regret it? 】
Among the endlessly flying fragments of time, there seemed to be a figure softly asking: [Just accompany me through a life of gaining nothing and achieving nothing, do you not regret it? 】
Regret.
Regret not protecting that person well.
so…
Ian heard his teacher whisper to himself: "I can't regret the second time."
He coughed, but what he coughed up was also gray, like mud.
Grey and white marks have spread to the neck.
But just after coughing, Hilliard opened his eyes wide. His eyes were extremely bright, like a rekindled coal fire.
"If possible, I really don't want to die. You haven't grown up yet, Ian, my disciple... How much I want to see you grow up, become the person you want to be, and then realize your dream."
"How I wish you could touch the stars."
He laughed smartly, a silver gleam lit up in the old knight's eyes.
Then, he raised his clenched right hand and showed it in front of Ian's eyes: "Look, this is Inaiga's legacy, the last thing everyone is fighting for, enough to change the world, enough to transform the world, and the return of human beings to the starry sky." hope."
"This is... the world's greatest treasure, the key that can open the Eternal Labyrinth.
—My disciple. "
This is a blessing and a curse. "
Get it, and you will get hope. "
There will be no peace forever. "
A silver, thin chip that seemed to not exist in this world at all was sent to Ian by Hilliard.
The silver chip shines with endless runes, like a bright starry sky.
In the vision of the foresight, the bright, endless iridescent glory flows like a river and surges like a sea, but in the end they all converge into this small chip.
"As I wish, teacher."
Stretching out his hand, Ian took the silver chip with respect that couldn't have been more solemn and cautious: "Whether it's a blessing or a curse... I accept it gladly."
The next moment, it melted into Ian's body.
Watching this scene, the last light in Hilliard's eyes also dissipated.
He vaguely saw a thin figure that was gradually shattering. The knight smiled slightly.
...my king.
He also vaguely saw a white-haired child staring blankly at his face. He watched sadly, but firmly promised.
…Ian.
…my…stars.
Hilliard smiled and closed his eyes.
Grey-white traces of petrification spread to the whole body of the knight and teacher.
he left.
…
After a long, long time.
Just when the stars are gone and the moons are setting.
The white-haired boy stood up.
He carried the last legacy of his teacher and walked down the cliff step by step.
The morning sun rises slowly from the edge of the sky, and the colorful rays of light dye the edge of the coastal clouds with brilliant colors, and the warm sea breeze blows from the depths of the ocean towards the other end of the earth.
On the wind-blown coast, the boy raised his head and looked up at the high sky in the distance.
The light falls.
The stars are still shining on this land, as they have been for billions of years.
(end of this chapter)
