Chapter 3612: Keja of Afterimage

In today’s battle, I have gained a lot of inspiration, the biggest of which was when I was killing a wounded monster that was extremely angry, and gradually evolved towards the elite demonized lizard, my mind suddenly sounded. A strange voice.
The voice was ethereal, erratic, and weird, but I can tell that it was definitely not the sound made by Odachi, because even if Odachi changed his voice deliberately, I could still distinguish his voice easily.
This is the result of getting along day and night.
So, this strange voice...what is going on?
Frowning slightly, I rolled over and continued to fall into contemplation.
For a long time, I picked up Odachi, put it next to me, and said in my heart: "Hey, Odachi, I ask you, did you hear any strange noise today?"
"Does snoring count?"
"I mean sounds that have never been heard before, unfamiliar, ethereal and erratic, and give people an unrealistic sound."
"I think about it..."
Then, Odachi fell into deep thought.
After a while, Odachi’s voice sounded again:
Don’t tell me, I really seemed to hear an unreal voice for a moment, but it just seemed to hear it. After all, my attention today was focused. Watching the battle."
"Watching the battle?" I wondered: "What are you paying attention to?"
"Nothing" Otato said: "I just think the battle is very interesting, especially the fighting methods of those goblins, which are clumsy and funny."
"Well, I admit it, it's really interesting, but the important question now is, what's the matter with that voice?"
"Why does it ring in my mind?"
"Why did it sound the moment I killed the monster?"
"What does it have to do with that monster?"
......
After a series of questions, I myself was asked to doubt my life.
"Where do I know these?" Taita said: "But if you want to find the answer, it's better to find it yourself, so you might be able to figure out the reason faster."
"I can figure it out by myself?" Frowning, I said: "If I really have the ability, I won't discuss it with you."
"Cut" Odachi made a disdainful voice and fell silent.
Putting down the Odachi, I stood up and walked out of the tavern.
On the street, there are rare human presences, but the taverns on both sides of the road are very noisy and lively. Many adventurers are pushing cups and changing cups to celebrate the mystery of the night and the dawn.
"Have fun tonight, and you can squeeze out your energy to continue fighting tomorrow morning. I have to say that these dwarven adventurers are simply perpetual motion machines with unlimited energy!"
"adventurer......"
A seemingly ethereal voice sounded in my mind, shocking me.
"Who?" I subconsciously looked around, with a solemn expression, and said, "Who is talking?"
"adventurer......"
There was another ethereal and erratic sound, and my goose bumps were all startled.
"Who!" I shouted sharply, "Don't pretend to be a fool! Have the courage to come out for me!"
"I...in your...body..."
"With your soul...accompany...coexist..."
The intermittent voice sounded in my mind. This time, I was sure that the source of the voice was not from anywhere, but from the depths of my mind.
In other words, it exists in my body.
After figuring out the source of the sound, my nervousness instantly halved.
"Who are you?" I curiously asked: "Why do you want to live in my body?"
"You happened to... killed that... the monster I boarded with..."
"In other words, I killed the monster you happened to possess, which directly caused you nowhere to go, so I chose to stay in my body, right?"
"Roughly...so..."
"So, who are you?"
"I... Kaija... is... a ghost..."
I was shocked when I heard that.
What kind of ghost is Kaija, I don't know, but I have heard a little about the ‘ghost’.
The one who knows the most is the eleventh apostle, Ozma, the ghost of chaos.
Ozma's strength is not strong, but his way of existence is very strange.
Obviously it looks like an entity, but once injured, the injured part will show up in a strange state, turning into a fluid-like substance, and the existence of this substance will continue until the injured part is completely healed until.
I don’t really understand why Ozma has become in this state. Ozma hasn’t mentioned it, but his old opponent, the Tenth Apostle, Saint Michel has mentioned this. The peculiar way of existence is related to the blessing of a mysterious power. As for what that power is, Michel is not clear.
"Ghosts?" I continued to ask: "What ghosts are you?"
"Fairy... call me... Kaija... the afterimage..."
"The afterimage of Kaija?" I wondered: "What is that? Or, do you have any special abilities?"
"...Afterimages..."
After these two words came out, a strange force came out suddenly, wrapping my body, but missing the left arm.
"Huh?" I subconsciously yelled, and then asked: "Excuse me, Mr. Keja, your power can only cover most of the body, not all of it, is that right?"
"Your left arm... mysterious... weird... I... dare not... offend..."
"It turned out to be like this." I nodded and stepped forward. I didn't notice any abnormal state, so I subconsciously raised my leg and kicked it against a decorative stone not far away.
The strength of this foot was not strong, it was purely subconscious, but the moment my foot touched the boulder, I actually passed through the boulder inexplicably!
"What's the situation?" I was surprised for a moment.
"The power of afterimage..." Kaija said in the afterimage.
I kicked the boulder a few more times, and found that I could go through the stone again and again, but at the same time, I also noticed that my physical strength seemed to be consumed a lot: "So, the power of this ghost and does not rely on you. Power, but consumes my physical energy?"
"Side effects...consumption is not small...but...value for money."
"Well, you are right." I thought for a while and agreed: "If you encounter a strong enemy and are helpless, this kind of blurring is indeed the best way to save lives."
"By the way, there is another question" I said: "You said that the fairies call you the Kaija of the afterimage? Are you fairies from the two ancient races?"
"No... during the period of the fairy rule... the ruler..."
"In other words, that group are just forest fairies?"
After a long silence, Kaija responded: "...Yes."
"What about the two major races in ancient times?" I asked, "How do they call you?"
"Ancient...period...no, I was born in...the reign of fairy..."
The intermittent voice tells its origin.
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