Chapter 107. mory Cage
Ti was limited, so Char only briefly explained so of the content, such as how the world was constantly restarting, and how his ultimate mission was to kill Zin'rokh.
Just like how Evelyn could not figure out whether she was an NPC or so other existence, Hilda #75 could not figure out that she was just a mory carrier.
She thought of herself as Hilda, but for so reason, she had beco like this. She held more affection for Char than a close friend.
Char was very sure of this, and she had a very subtle feeling.
Although she was indeed a living person and was no different from the past, she was completely different from the real Evelyn.
Just like how you could not go back to using things like HD, 4k, and 144hz after using them. Before they were created, one would not notice the difference between 60hz and 1080p. However, in comparison, the difference between the two was like heaven and earth.
The difference here was easier to understand.
As for Hilda herself...
She fell into that state of pain again halfway through listening, and this ti it was far more intense than before.
Char had no choice but to let her fall asleep again.
He suspected that there was sothing wrong with the Hilda that had been left in the dungeon.
At the end of the story, both Evelyn and Hilda #75 fell into a long silence.
This speech had nothing to do with the doubt of existence. It did not make the Dark Elf doubt herself. It just made her feel infinitely small, convinced that there was a Supre God playing with the world.
This seed to be a common occurrence in illusion world, where the strong preyed on the weak.
After all, there was no absolute order here, and the difference in individual strength was obvious.
"So, you know so much because of...?"
"Yes, I've experienced it once."
"So, you really don't rember anything?" Char looked straight into her eyes.
The Dark Elf avoided his gaze.
No matter what she recalled, no matter if what Char said was true or false, she only believed in what she saw and experienced with her own eyes.
mories could be faked, just like the current ditation space. She did not believe that it was a mory that was forced on.
In the end, it was just that she did not want to believe that L was that kind of person.
Char probably knew what she was thinking, so she was relieved.
He looked at Hilda #75. She was looking at him with the usual tender eyes that Char was very familiar with. She was perfectly acting as a lover, and did not feel anything wrong at all.
"So, you'll co to find every ti you reincarnate?"
Char laughed in embarrassnt.
"Ha, most of the ti, I'll be tired."
"Ha, man's Pixiu"
Hilda touched his face and said, " "So where is this place?"
"It was about twenty days before we t." Char held her hand and placed it on her face, carefully recalling. "A team of about 500 Light Elf soldiers passed by the corpse hiding swamp."
He helped her confirm the ti before and after the ditation incident, but Hilda shook her head again, indicating that she really could not rember what happened.
Char took a deep breath and told him Zena's Story.
"That's what happened, you'll be saved by a passing witch..."
"Leidana?" Hilda #75 suddenly said a na.
"Yes, it's her!"
"I rember."
She suddenly stood up from Char's legs and mumbled sothing to herself.
With every step she took, her figure would change slightly. In just a few seconds, she had completely transford from the Elf Hilda into the Witch Hilda!
Char could not help but curse in disbelief.
She was dressed in a crimson evening gown, the ribbon around her waist embroidered with the patterns of the sun elf royal family.
This was the gift he had given her before he left for the 75 rounds...
"My dear, I rember now."
Hilda #75 spun around on the spot, like a queen at a banquet.
She smiled at Char. "Perhaps this is God's will. It was a year after you left that day, and I happened to be wearing this."
Char was stunned, and then blinked her eyes hard, her heart filled with satisfaction.
There were still people who rembered.
'It's so good...'
Hilda #75 exuded the charm of a mature woman. She returned to Char's side and let his head rest on her chest, kissing his hair.
The two of them had a perfectly compatible temperant.
"Ah, so you can cry too. Is it because you haven't seen in a long ti?"
Char chuckled and did not comnt.
The brief mont of affection was quickly interrupted. There were ssy footsteps and all kinds of screams outside the house. Golden Butterfly City seed to be in chaos.
As soon as she stood up, Hilda #75 cut her finger. A drop of blood condensed into the shape of an eye in the air and flew out of the window.
A few seconds later, her expression changed.
"We have to leave quickly! To the north!"
Char could feel the urgency in her expression. He nodded and carried Hilda out of the window, followed by the Dark Elf.
The usually quiet and peaceful Golden Butterfly City was filled with uneasiness. People were panicking as they kept their distance from the city Lord's mansion.
An 11-story building had suddenly appeared over there. An ominous black smoke was overflowing from it, and a blood-red light soared into the sky.
The one who was really pushing the crowd and fleeing was a figure at the end of the long street whose trajectory could not be seen clearly.
With every rise and fall, a person's head would be separated from his body. Fresh blood blood like a flower on the street, and a sweet, fishy sll perated from the distance like a bloody wind.
"This scene is so familiar."
Char narrowed her eyes.
He handed Hilda to Evelyn.
"You two head north and et up with the guards there."
"How about you?"
"I'll go take a look at the answer."
Char turned around and left. The Dark Elf wanted to say sothing but was stopped by Hilda #75.
"You don't believe him?" She asked.
"Of course, I do."
"You don't look so sure." The witch smiled. "Maybe you're the woman he'll never let go of every ti. Don't make look down on you. Don't cause him trouble."
"I'm not like you!"
"That's right, you can't compare to in terms of how to get along with him better."
The witch laughed sarcastically. The Dark Elf could only follow her in a fit of anger.
In Char's mory, the Golden Butterfly City would eventually beco like this, and now it was more like a drill.
And it wasn't the sa person who had caused the upheaval.
He could not see who that person was for the ti being, as his perception was not enough to capture the other party's figure. However, he was more frequent than breathing when he fought the monsters, so he naturally knew the rules of their movent. They would move towards the place where the living gathered, and it was safe for him to walk alone as long as he paid a little attention to the movent.
After bypassing the main road that was being ravaged by the monsters, Char sneaked into the city lord's residence from the back.
This place was like hell.
The patrolling guards had their necks broken, and their broken limbs were scattered all over the ground. The air was filled with a nauseating sll. The dungeon was surrounded by black mist, and the power of the abyss was dense as far as the eye could see.
He stepped on the blood and entered the dungeon, which was full of mana, and then gasped.
Elf Hilda...
They were all dead.
Not only that, there was also the last hit.
He would not let anyone live.
"Master!"
The abundant mana imdiately distorted and transford into a face.
Zin'rokh...
"What's going on?" Char asked, frowning.
I'm not too sure, but I have a guess," Zin'rokh said in a low voice. He could not hide the excitent in his voice. "IT doesn't have the power to erase the past. Instead, it seals them up. Furthermore, IT did not prepare a place to seal the past. When I was carrying out this order, I accidentally opened a door.
"This place is the cage that IT seals up the past. It is a cage that stores mories."
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