Vol 2 Chapter 1538: Andre's self-help
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The Game of Demon Hunter
- Qian Zhi Mo Yi
- 1167 characters
- 2021-03-03 10:42:39
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Andre looked at the clouds around him and the green mountains and waters with a confused expression. Is he flying? His memory still stayed in his life-saving capsule, watching a large group of scientific researchers busy with him, while he himself was signing a death donation agreement and a will on the virtual screen.
Although signing this kind of document at this time is a bit ridiculous for the members of Torchwood, Andre Marie is willing to waste a little time and leave the inheritance to his brother who has not seen each other in 17 years.
He knows that the other party’s life is not good, and as an elite special agent of Torchwood, his legacy is undoubtedly a large amount of money. Although the money will be meaningless after 14 hours, at least it can Let the man who has been doing his duty happy for a while, and EU's banking union is liquidating depositors' assets, maybe those money can be exchanged for a lot of gold coins in another world.
Anyway, for Andre, the money is meaningless. If everything goes well, he will be the first advanced legendary player in the Europa Empire and the guardian of the empire. If not, he will also not use the money. Up.
But what is the situation now?
Andre tried to control his wings, but his body did not return any feedback. He still maintained a very high speed across the sky, and the cold air slapped his face, just like his mood.
He didn't find the interface of the player's communication system. In fact, the interface of his system disappeared all the time. Andre kept trying to regain control of the body, but it was meaningless.
"Don't bother mortals, your consciousness is like a drop of water in the ocean in front of me, if I want to, I can wipe you off completely at any time."
This voice appeared directly in Andre's mind, with a hint of pride and contempt in his indifference. Andre knew this voice, this voice came from the angel, the angel whose power was stolen by him.
"Can you explain the current situation to me?" As a senior special agent of the Torchwood organization, Andre did not panic in this situation, but tried to figure out the cause of the matter, and then looked for opportunities to counter the opponent.
What Andre didn't expect was that the other party actually explained it very cooperatively.
"When it came, your despicable spells did suppress me to a certain extent, but it was another force that really worked. That force protected your soul and will. Our bodies have been fused together. If I want to To regain control of this body, you must completely suppress your soul and will, and that power does not allow me to do this, but just now, the power that protected you suddenly disappeared."
Is the power the angel said is the system? Andre tried to calmly analyze the intelligence. The news revealed by the other party is too important. The dimensionality reduction plan and the angelization actually conflict with each other? And this angel always gave him a sense of familiarity when expressing his intentions.
"Mortal, your thoughts are completely under my supervision, and I can see them." The angel's voice appeared again: "It's ridiculous, you want the power of angels, and we also get what we want from your souls. of."
"What do you want?" Andre tried again to regain control of the body, but a sudden pain almost made him unconscious.
"Don't play tricks, mortal, I said I can see your thoughts." A hint of pride appeared in the angel's voice: "As the guard of the Lord of Dawn, He deleted many things in our souls that were useless to him. It is an important part of us as individuals, not every angel can accept it, but the Lord is the Lord, and we cannot defy His will."
"And my soul just fills in what you are missing." Andre tried to let his consciousness empty, repeating what he had just said in his consciousness instead of continuing to think downward.
"Yes, I am now a complete individual again, and..." The angel hesitated for a moment, seeming to peek Andrei's thoughts: "I don't want to go back to the previous state."
"So, you need me. Now we are not only the body fused together, but also the soul and consciousness. You can't destroy me." Andrei's consciousness gradually stabilized, and he was quickly adapting to his current state: "So , I feel a touch of familiarity in you. Your tone, logic, and character almost all come from me."
The angel was silent for a long time this time, before finally speaking: "Yes, the thing in my soul responsible for handling this part has been deleted by the Lord. I can only borrow yours. I really cannot clear you."
"But you still have the upper hand. I don't even have the right to move my fingers." Andre sighed. He didn't expect such an accident after his dimensionality reduction. This is different from the future he planned for himself. .
"Where are you taking us now?" Andre was only discouraged for a second, and then cheered up again. If he was defeated so easily, he would have fallen in a certain mission a long time ago. Those struggling to survive on the front have a steel nerve and can face any accidents calmly.
"I don't know, I just want to stay away from the previous environment. I have no good feelings for you. You don't have any awe in your heart. You still want to steal our power. And the church is now a group of beasts confused by power." The angel's voice revealed A trace of confusion: "And what the Lord needs is a fighter without self~EbookFREE.me~ I don't want to return to that state, I want to stay away from all this."
"You can't avoid all of this forever." Andrei cautiously opened up part of his memories, which are all about chaos. In those memories, he frustrated the conspiracy of chaos again and again, and died nine deaths: "The enemy of this world Still there, no one can survive."
"Maybe you are right, but I just want to be quiet now." The angel stubbornly responded, and speeded up again.
"The isolation in space is only temporary, and only the peace of mind is permanent." Andre plots his abacus bit by bit: "Since you are tired and want to stay away from all this, why not take your own Temporarily shrink your consciousness? Give me the control of your body temporarily. You can completely stay out of the matter until you want to come back. Anyway, you can take back control of your body at any time."
"Perhaps, you are right." The angel stopped in midair suddenly, switching between motion and silence so abruptly that a white smoke ring composed of water vapor was left in the air: "Remember, mortal, I You can come back anytime."
Andre swears that he has never been as grateful for Torchwood's psychoanalysis course.