I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 242 The Lost Glory (Part 2)

It is undeniable that they were the masters of the world ten years ago. Ten years later, they have become the lowest creatures in the world. They can only live humbly in the shadows, completely reduced to a group of zombie-like monsters.

From the moment God's blessing turned into a curse, New Orlando seemed to have been doomed.

Regardless of glory or shame, it has now turned into the dust of history...

Dusk, New Orlando City.

A black space-time rift appeared silently in an unknown dilapidated alley, and the surrounding air only trembled symbolically a few times.

Mordred poked his head out of the crack, and after confirming that there was no danger around him, he landed on the ground.

He subconsciously touched his left shoulder, but didn't touch anything.

"Hey, why is that guy missing?" Mordred scanned the surrounding environment again, but still found no trace of the white cat.

"Great, now I finally get rid of that crazy guy." He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

[That’s right, how could it happen that an NPC would follow the player back to the outside world? 】

"Oakley, where have you been?" A familiar voice came from not far away.

Mordred turned around after hearing the sound, his eyes immediately full of surprise, "Edward?"

The tall figure of the man walked towards him, and his broad arms made him look safe.

"Master, do you know this human being?" Mordred's soft lolita voice sounded in his ears again, and he was suddenly startled into a cold sweat.

"Damn, you scared me."

"That cat's body can't bear the turbulence in the passage at all, and it can no longer be used." The voice continued, "So I can only stay with you temporarily, and I will transfer it when a suitable candidate is found.

past."

"Oh, by the way, you are not familiar with this man, are you?"

Mordred actually heard a hint of greed from the other party, "What do you want to do? Do you want to take over Edward's body?"

"Ah, I was discovered by you."

"No, he is very familiar with the layout of this city. Without his help, I will not survive tomorrow."

"Why are you so pessimistic, my master? As long as I get his body, the memory will be preserved at the same time, and there will be no problem you are worried about."

"If you say no, you can't." Mordred's attitude was very firm. He would not do anything to hurt his friends.

At this time, Edward had already walked up to him, with a puzzled expression on his face, and said: "Oakley, who are you talking to?"

"Uh, I'm talking to myself." The other voice also shut up very wisely.

"Where did you run away just now? I searched all the alleys around here and couldn't see your shadow." Edward said with a reproachful tone.

"Um, I felt a little uncomfortable in my stomach, so I ran to a place where no one was around to deal with it." Mordred stretched out his right hand, "I apologize to you."

Although Edward didn't quite believe what the other party said, he didn't continue to ask.

Two hands of different skin colors were held together for a few seconds, but then they were released like an electric shock.

Both of them had expressions of disbelief on their faces at this moment, and each took a step back.

"You, how come you have a pulse!"

"Nonsense, it's obviously your heart that's beating!"

Both of them looked at each other warily, then pressed their right hands on the position of their hearts.

"It turns out it's my own heartbeat..." Edward muttered.

"Wait a minute, it seems I have it too..." Mordred felt the clear heartbeat coming from his chest and didn't know how to describe his current mood.

The two of them just stared at each other and fell into an awkward silence.

"Didn't you tell me before that the people in New Orlando no longer have a heartbeat?" Mordred said to break the awkward atmosphere.

"It's really strange." Edward also looked at a loss and said, "It stands to reason that from the moment we were cursed, we were already lifeless zombies. Oakley, do you think dead people have heartbeats?"

Mordred looked at the back of his pale hand, then looked up at the strange green color on Edward's head, and shook his head vigorously.

"Did some subtle changes occur in the surface world when I entered the inner world?" Mordred thought, he pressed the fragment in his belt, trying to connect such changes with the Holy Light.

"Hey, little guy, do you know what caused it?" Mordred called his servant in his heart.

"I said, your physique is very special, you can't even be considered a real human being." The little guy's soft voice sounded in his mind.

"Stop joking, before I was cursed, I was the first heir to the Kingdom of Essite, and my family does not have the blood of orcs." Mordred retorted in his heart.

"I'm not referring to your bloodline, but to the unusual energy fluctuations in your body. How should I put it, it seems to come from another world."

"You guys, could you have stolen my memory?" Mordred thought of what this guy had said before, and felt like he had been tricked again.

"Don't worry, I'm only temporarily staying in your body and won't have any impact on your brain." The little guy explained: "Maintaining absolute loyalty to the master is one of the main principles of Yan Ling."

"Yan Ling?" is another term he has never heard of.

In short, Yan Ling can only gain control of the body when the host is dead, and the memory of the host during his lifetime, as part of his self-awareness, naturally belongs to Yan Ling.

However, while the host still has self-awareness, they cannot invade the consciousness of the living and can only exist in a manner similar to accessories.

"Oakley, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Edward saw the changing expressions on Mordred's face and asked with concern.

"Um, it's nothing." Mordred came back to his senses, "By the way, where should we go next?"

Edward shook his head and said: "My original plan was to go to the weapons store in the west of the city to try my luck, maybe I can find a weapon that I can use.

However, because time is too tight, we haven’t thought of a suitable route yet. But we have to find a safe place to stay as soon as possible, because it will be dark soon.”

"Okay, I can follow you." Mordred nodded in understanding.

The two of them tiptoed out of the alley, bypassed the square, and walked directly in the direction of the city gate. According to Edward's experience in New Orlando City for several months, the closer to the city gate, the safer it is.

The streets became much quieter in the evening, and almost no New Orlandoans could be seen wandering outside.

Although these monsters are slow to react, their desire to survive has not disappeared. Except for some guys who are completely unable to move, they have completely lost the meaning of continuing to persist.

(End of chapter)