Vol 2 Chapter 1901: Crash moment

Chapter 1901 Crash Time
Popota is still talking and talking to himself, completely immersed in his own world, and even did not notice that his skin began to appear cracks in the sun's exposure. At the same time, a large amount of odorous liquid mixed with sticky green pus and sweat, continuously dripping, and then evaporated by the hot sand, the air is filled with a rotten smell.
Five minutes later, Popota finally stopped talking. Because he saw the cracked skin on his body, and the flesh and blood that evaporated.
"I have never found out, my sense of smell and pain have disappeared? Is it almost collapsed?"
Popota’s eyes flashed through complex emotions, both embarrassing and fearful and fearful.
Even if he had thought about countless times, the scene of his death was ready for death, but at this moment, he still felt fear and fear.
For some people, death is not the end, it is another freedom that symbolizes the bondage. But for Popota, death means that the soul will always be imprisoned by the demon god. How can Popota not be afraid when he thinks that he will be permanently indulged?
Popota even thought about letting the soul completely annihilate, but he did not have this courage, and he was blinded by the devil's contract, and he could not do it.
Now, he can only watch the flesh and blood of his body evaporate, and finally go to silence.
Death is inevitable, and Popota’s mood has finally come to life after a long period of fear. In his eyes, with regrets and embarrassment, in the end all turned into helplessness and relief.
When he felt that his body was getting weaker and he couldn't afford to watch the memories of the lanterns, Popota finally came out of the rain forest called ‘self.
Popota looked at Anger and whispered: "Adult, time is coming."
Anger nodded and responded to Popota.
"In my life, I have been very embarrassed. Most of the time, I am looking for and losing." Popota: "In the beginning, my sister and I lived together because we could not see the goal, and we were very confused. Later, I In the inheritance of the ancestors, I found my own goal - to reinvigorate the glory of the worship source. At that time, I really thought that I had found a direction of struggle for a lifetime. However, I did not expect that after finding the so-called goal, I lost it. My favorite sister."

Later, I started looking for my sister, looking for the future, looking for ways to bring strength to me in the prophecy. Similarly, I lost my self, lost my soul, and lost my heart.

"After so much, I have discovered that the most peaceful moment in my life is actually during the period when I have no goals... Also, when I stayed in the bracelet of an adult for a few months." Bobo The tower reveals the self-deprecating color: "The former does not have to bother with the goal, while the latter knows that it does not reach the goal and exiles itself."
"Now it seems that my life chase is a dream, I am still enjoying a carefree person."
"But there is no chance."
When Popota said that it seemed to be in the heart and the self of the past, it fell into a long silence. After a long while, I continued: "Adult, thank you for your care during this time."
Angel just looked at Popota quietly and waited for his words.
"In the morning, fortunately, I hatched a deformed soft worm. I have already isolated him in the worm's nest. Also, I recorded these days with my sister's research on the development of soft worms. The book is on the table, and adults can check it at any time."
Popota continues to swear: "The deformed soft worm does not need gold cultivation, but if it is not taken care of for a long time, it may still die. Therefore, if adults still intend to continue to cultivate deformed soft worms, after I die, try to Find someone to replace my position earlier."
"And, if the female worm does not continue to be stimulated, it is estimated that it will lose the ability to create soft worms. But if the stimuli are too frequent, it will consume her life, too much..."
Popota said a lot about the deformation of soft worms, probably also want to use this to ignore the physical breakdown.
Anger looked at Popota, who had almost festered all over the body, and nodded lightly: "I understand."
After a pause, Angel looked at Popota: "Do you have anything to say?"
Popota paused for a moment and said: "Although my sister always told me, let me not bother with the adult because of her. But in the end, I still can't let her go. I have no way to look at her, if the adults can Help me, I am satisfied."
Angel: "Flowers have helped me, I will try my best to help her, whether it is exchange of interests or emotionally."
"Thank you." Popota wanted to smile and thank him, but he just smiled, and there was a piece of skin wrapped around his mouth and flesh.
Angel: "Besides, what else do you want to say?"
Popota thought for a moment, "In addition to my sister, I care more about Dorothy..."
When I mentioned Dodolo, Popota seemed to think of something and suddenly paused. After a long while, he shook his head. "I thought about it... but forget it, Dodolo has his own ideas. My dreams are also the burden of the source family. Maybe it should not be imposed on him."
"I only hope that Dorothy can live alive. After all, he is the last person to worship the source. Even if he can't be the hope of the end of the ages, don't become desperate at the end."
Popota said that he would look at Angel: "However, this should not require me to worry. And I believe that adults will choose the best way for Dodolo. After all, adults are the most profound in Dorothy's heart. The most indelible faith."
When the voice fell, Popota's body skin had completely collapsed. It looks like a corpse being stripped in the lab, terrible and horrified.
Anger was silent for a moment: "Time is almost up."
Popota bowed his head and looked at his "invisible" internal organs and skeleton. Some self-deprecatingly said: "I should look ugly now, but fortunately my sister did not see this scene."
After that, Popota looked at Angel, and with a voice that he could only hear, he gently said: "Thank you, adults... Farewell."
After Popota finished speaking, he closed his eyes.
He can see himself, only one step away from the last death.
Because there is no space in the world of thinking, there are cracks. At the same time, a thick black mist floated out of the crack.
When the black mist spreads out, an aperture emerges from the middle of the black mist.
Just like a total solar eclipse.
This is the deep imprint, the true name of the master of the great demon god.
At the time of the last appearance, Popota consumed all its potentials by squatting and struggling to fight; this time, its appearance means...
It is time for him to pay the price for the devil's contract.
(End of this chapter)