The storm has stopped.
The temperature is also dropping a little bit.
Darkness once again became the dominant theme in the cave. As Bokan was nourished by flesh and blood and reassembled bit by bit, a giant over 10 meters tall stood up again. He looked down and saw Aisuen Hitzfeld almost lying at his feet.
The dress was torn, but it could cover the body. A large area of the body was burnt, and he had fainted, lying there smoking.
After a moment's pause, Bokan realized what had happened.
I won in the end...
what--
It turns out it was me in the end!
I won!
Impatiently, it stretched out its new right arm towards the girl.
It can't wait... to taste the sweetest fruits of victory...
But it doesn't create the tactile sensation of "grasping something".
A crack spread rapidly from the wrist, forming a circle around the whole body.
With a snap, its right hand fell down, almost hitting the girl.
Raising his missing right arm and staring blankly again, Bokan turned his head little by little and saw that at a farther distance, the woman whom he had identified as an "ant" was half-kneeling and gasping for breath, with her hair loose, leaning on a knife.
"It's so surreal... I can't feel any of my parts anymore."
Bokan opened his mouth, making a noise like thunder.
"I clearly invaded you...but you recovered completely..."
"Is it fusion?"
"She used this method to transfer all the flesh and blood?"
Bokan was amazed and also admired this wonderful idea.
As expected, he is worthy of being the one chosen by me.
What a pity! If she was willing to cooperate with this side, it wouldn't be in a hurry to eat her...
What responded was a flash of knife.
The shining splitting sword, like a knife that split the sky, split it in half, breaking it into two halves and smashing it to the ground.
"Instead of worrying about these, you might as well think about why I'm okay..."
Xia Yibing said this, but her eyes were fixed on the unconscious girl from beginning to end.
She held the fire knife tightly in her hand.
There is also a bright blue light.
Pulling it, the outline of another lightsaber merged with it.
Chapter 135: Long Summer Like Fire
The communication in the darkness was like smoke drifting before one's eyes, but for Xia Yibing, this memory reappeared almost every moment.
[I don't believe you - after all, I don't know what you are talking about, what is the Mimic... the Queen of Mimics... unless you can provide evidence, but I think that is unlikely.]
After all, she was an old agent who had been working in the industry for many years. The Security Bureau often taught courses on whispering evil temptations. How could she easily give her trust to... to something that couldn't even be seen?
Something seemed to be churning violently in the darkness. She guessed that it was anger and shame - no matter who the voice belonged to, she had no chance of deceiving the director of security.
Then suddenly a familiar voice sounded beside my ears——
[I was worried at first... but you are really amazing...]
The voice of Asun.
Xia Yibing was stunned for a while.
"…Is this all you can do?" She was a little angry.
Since cheating and deceiving doesn't work, why not just use this dirty trick?
Do you think I will be fooled if you pretend to be Aisuen's voice?
It's dreaming!
[You doubt me...]
The voice paused.
Xia Yibing's consciousness also paused for a moment, because the tone of the voice was too real... It was clearly a very gentle voice, without any gentle intonation, but it gave off a sense of loss, as if it was really the gray-haired girl talking to her. This suspicion really hurt her heart...
[It’s a bit sad… but this is right – this is… right… you should be like this, and you are not normal when you are with me…]
My heart aches.
Why……
Why do I know she is fake, but this feeling feels like the real thing...
The woman didn't understand, just as she didn't understand why a simple consciousness could feel physical pain, the cramping pain of visceral spasms. She actually felt that she was really talking to her lover?
“Stop using her voice.”
She tried her best to restrain herself, growling into the darkness word by word.
"You do not deserve……"
"Don't try to trick me..."
[I know you won’t believe me if I tell you this now.]
The sounds in the darkness continued.
Xia Yibing could hardly hold back her roar, and then she heard the next sentence -
[I am dying.]
These words seemed to contain magic, and she suddenly became quiet.
How ridiculous...
Ridiculous beyond belief.
Then listen to what it says.
Maybe this is also a simulation, a kind of exercise...
If I encounter this situation again next time, I can't react in the same way...
[The reason why Kyle studied the new mimicry method was to become her... I can see the mysteries hidden in the formation diagram... He just didn't have time to put his ideas into action.]
"Aisun" continued in the darkness.
[It is both a success and a failure, because she is too strong... He will not be able to hold on for long and will die, just like me...]
[It’s just because he is her child, and I… was lucky enough to inherit a part of her power, so we were able to successfully mimic her in the beginning…]
[So I may not be able to hold out for much longer.]
[After I die, you may still have to face Bokan.]
She is talking nonsense...what nonsense is she talking about?
Xia Yibing gradually realized that something was wrong.
I didn't try to achieve any purpose, I didn't try to exchange anything from her, I just simply narrated and calmly told her my last words...
Reason told her that such a thing could not be the evil spirit from before.
But - if it's not evil, what else could it be?
She dared not think.
She didn't dare...
[But I can still help a little... I can... heal you first... and roast it more... let it overdraw... some of the power of the Dragon Tomb.]
When I opened my eyes, I saw a mountain of wriggling flesh in front of me.
Bokan is recovering.
[Yes... it is a collective consciousness, composed of billions of viruses. Under normal circumstances, it is difficult for you to fight against such a monster.]
In my consciousness, the remaining words are still echoing.
[But remember the long summer?]
[The Changxia Sword can hurt it...]
[I have always speculated that something had come into contact with it before Kyle. This was a conspiracy, and also a seed... This contact transformed it from a 'naturally evolved life form' into a 'monster with evil powers', which is equivalent to having the dual powers of the dream world and reality at the same time.]
[It is not enough to just use the Changxia Sword to fight it...]
[Just using the fire knife - although it absorbed a lot of the heat energy just now, it can only hurt it, but still can't kill it.]
[It must be done at the same time...]
[I still have the orb... I...]
[I learned something from imitating her so...]
[I can help you combine them.]
Gripping the handle tightly, Xia Yibing raised the metal knife a little.
It looked a bit tattered, deformed by the horrific high temperature, and had many potholes on its surface.
But as the summer passed - as the shadow of the light knife wrapped around its outer contour shrank and retreated little by little... it became bright and beautiful again.
This is not recovery.
It's not returning to the original state of the fire knife.
Instead, he was constantly changing into what she thought he would look like...if Changxia had a physical body.
There is no stronger evidence than this.
"No...no no!"
She stared at the changing blade and shook her head.
Obviously everything is getting better.
This feeling of holding power.
There had never been a moment when she felt so powerful.
But she knew exactly what it meant.
How could she accept it?
He quickly came to the girl, picked her up with his left hand and held her in his arms... Xia Yibing tried to shake her awake while looking up at the blade from time to time.
The blade becomes straight and the metal surface gradually takes shape, as if it has been carefully carved by time.
This is undoubtedly true.
But she looked sharply at Hitzfeld.
Her face was intact, except for some dust and dirt, there was no sign of any injuries.
The way her eyes were closed...the long grey lashes, as if she were just asleep.
But her body...
Supporting the girl with only her wrists and chest, the woman slowly spread out her left hand and saw countless burnt debris falling off it.
"Aisun..."
She shook the girl again.
The slender neck drooped down, and the skin below the collar was no longer white, only pitch black.
"Aisun..."
She recited the name with gritted teeth, and she didn't even feel the tears rolling down.
