Chapter 2140: Desolation at dawn (seventy-two)

Chapter 2140 annihilation at dawn (seventy-two)
The torrent of fire wrapped the body of Bettiville, and although he was not burned to ash, he felt a suffocation.
Photons also have "weight". It should be said that it is quite heavy. The higher the density of photons, the higher the concentration, the heavier. Therefore, those large lightsabers with great output power are particularly difficult to wield. The "weight" felt when wielding is not worse than the big sword of the real thing. Only the warrior with amazing arm can shake it.
Now, these photon fireworks that wrap around Bediville are actually the same. Because the concentration is too high, the photon fireworks are too "heavy", and they are so difficult to breathe that Betwell has to breathe - or that it is difficult to link their lungs.
"Okay... so uncomfortable...!" The young wolf can't breathe, can't move, can't even call, and is covered by suffocation. Just like being in the deep sea, huge pressure flocked to him from all directions! The bones of his body creaked and almost squeezed into meat!
"Hold yourself, don't be occupied by chaos!" It seems that from afar, the voice of the great teacher, Clarna, came from far away. Although Bediville knew she was close at hand.
"I...! Oh, ah!" "But the consciousness of Bediville has gradually become embarrassing.
(Eh?)
When he returned to God, he found himself in a blank world of crimson.
Red is red like blood, stinging his eyes.
The lava-like light is flowing, which is even worse than the real lava. It is obviously crimson, but it is so red that it is more conspicuously highlighted in this crimson, further stabbing his eyes.
Bedieville tried to close his eyes, but it didn't work. He didn't have eyelids at all.
Wait, not without eyelids, but without eyes at all.
(How is this going?)
(What am I now?)
(In what form does it appear in this blushing world?)
"Beddyville!!------" Who is calling.
(and many more------)
(Who is Bediville?)
(Can not remember.)
(I just can't remember.)
(Who am I?!?)
(What is the relationship between me and this person called Bediville?)
(What is Beddyville?)
(Bei... what?)
(and many more.)
(What I was thinking about???)
(Who am I? Where am I?? Where do I go????)
He was completely confused.
"Listen!" A woman's voice is getting bigger and bigger, but it doesn't seem to be a screaming voice. It is more like a powerful telepathy: "You are you, Bedieville!"
No matter what you change, no matter what you have experienced, no matter what you used to be, you are still you.
It is all the efforts you have made in the past, and all the choices in your life, whether right or wrong, have created you.
You are you, not others, irreplaceable.
[You] is shaped by everything you have in the past, now this form [you].
Here and now, here, continue, continue, as long as life has not passed away, it will not end.
So this is your life.
Your own life.
No matter how humble or small a life is in this vast universe,
Your life is still your life.
A unique, unrepeatable life.
"
------Yes.
Those are all "reasons."
It is the most obvious truth, and it can even be said to be close to the "nonsense" of "nonsense."
But they are all "senses," one after another, irrefutable "facts."
After being devastated by the chaos of the chaos, Bediville, who was originally confused, heard that after these "senses", he gradually calmed down.
Then he understood.
She is cursing him in the chaos.
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When repeatedly stressing these "scientific words", it is the process of her cursing him.
The [curse] underneath is of course a curse that keeps Bedieville's self-consciousness and is not swallowed by chaos.
Betdiville, who had almost forgotten who he was, gradually recalled his name.
(Yes.)
(My name is Bedieville.)
(Bebedilov Beowulf of Western Siberia.)
(Despite this name, no one knows the whole world.)
(But it is the key symbol that is necessary for [I].)
The werewolf youth took a breath and finally recovered from the chaos.
Of course, the surrounding scenery has not changed, and it is still the blush of this spicy eye.
Is this, [chaos]?
Bedyville is wondering.
Why is he deeply trapped in this piece of [chaos] and how can he escape from here?
"Listen, stupid apprentice." Still from a distance, a woman's voice came. At this time, Bedieville has basically calmed down, so he remembers that the owner of the female voice is the great teacher Krana.
"The ceremony has made a mistake. [Chaos] has too much impact on you, so it also affects the fire of the spell in your hand. When I tried to remove the fire limit of the spell, it almost completely lost control."
"呃------" The Werewolf youth wants to say something, but his current thoughts are still quite confusing, and he does not know what to say.
Being in [chaos], it seems that even logic and even thoughts are shocked by this infinite chaos. His logic begins to collapse and his rationality is evaporating. It is extremely difficult for him to think rationally and to come up with an idea.
"But don't worry. We can still correct the mistakes of the ritual. Maybe you can use the power of chaos to further strengthen the fire of your spells." The voice of Mr. Clarna's teacher is almost inspiring and almost collapses. Beddyville slowly recovered his confidence.
"But you have to be calm and follow my instructions step by step." She said, "Are you ready?"
What should I do at this time? There is a bit of confusion in Bediville thinking, at least this time should answer.
"Yes." He tried very hard to answer a short sentence. He even almost forgot how to talk.
"Very good, Bedieville." Clarna seems to know that Bidwell, who is in [chaos], is struggling to speak, so she works hard to guide the werewolf youth: "First, I want you to repeat yourself. The name. You can't forget your own existence throughout the process. If you are lost in the torrent of chaos, your consciousness will never come back."
"Yes..." The werewolf youth replied with difficulty.
(I am Bediville.)
(I am called Bediville.)
(This is called Biddeville, this individual is me.)
(I can't replace it.)
He repeated these words in his mind as if he were also cursing himself. Only by repeating his own name, he can keep himself and not be swallowed up by the chaos of chaos.
"Next... I want you to look around." Krana said again. "The fire of your spell must be by your side, but you are in chaos, you don't see it. Just because it is Beside you, I can get in touch with you. Find it. It is now the only bridge between you and the real world, the only way to escape from [chaos] and return to the real world. Find it."
"Yes...Yes..." The Werewolf youth kept repeating his name and listened to the instructions of the teacher, so he answered more hard.
However, in the chaos he still subconsciously looked around and tried to find the so-called curse fire by his side. He can't even remember what the fire of the spell is, but since the big teacher Krana said this, just look for it.
Then he discovered that the little, yellow-yellow fireball was very different from the whole world of spicy eyes made up of crimson, which was behind Bettyville. Maybe there is no difference between the top, bottom, left and right, anyway, he thinks that the thing is behind it.
He seems to be able to feel the faint warmth it sends.
"Hold it. Command it and let it take you out of chaos." The teacher continued.
hold?
"But... no hands."
From the beginning, Bediville found that he had no body at all. His existence, in this piece of [chaos], is just a [point]. There are no bodies, no eyes, and no limbs at all. He is just a self-conscious [point] in this red world.
He is just a [point] that even becomes unclear, and how do you reach out and hold something?
"Listen," seems to realize that Bedyville is confused, and the great teacher, Klarna, continues to explain:
"[Chaos] is actually the ocean of quantum. Everything here is the continuity of quantum random data.
[Chaos] is in our lower dimension than us, but uses low-dimensional data to interpret our entire universe. Simply put, the [holographic universe] projected from the data in [chaos] forms the true form of our world. You seem to have no body in the chaos, but in fact your body has already formed, and it has always existed. You just have to imagine it.
Imagine what you can't see, can't feel, but there is a real body. In this way, you can use the invisible hand to hold the fire of the spell in front of you. "
It is very difficult.
But have to do it.
Bedyville is wondering. Maybe he wasn't the kind of imaginative person. He tried to think about it, but he didn't feel any difference. Still, the idea of ​​"want to hold the fireball in front of me" is meaningful. He eventually managed to "hold" it so that it could move around with his thoughts of moving it.
"I...should be holding it..." Biddyville replied with uncertainty.
"Very good. You think it is held, it is being held." Klarna replied: "The important thing is [ideas], not [phenomenon].
Then, next, pray for the fire of the spell in your hand. "