I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

The strange glow that vaguely leaks out from the folds of the brain is blurred and changing, colorful and monotonous, both pitch black, white and gray, like the shadows of whirling trees, sticky blood and cold As mottled as the moonlight.

That is the memory hidden deep in the bloodline of the resurrected zerg. It was once the home of their great ancestors, a place of unfettered freedom.

However, with the defeat of Si Chen, the Lord of Sanctuary, their family had to hide in the dreams of mortals and escape to the waking world through the thoughts of those former slave races.

These memories hidden deep in the bloodline are so clear that even if the current insect is only half of its broken scale wings, it still clearly remembers the teachings left in the bloodline by its ancient ancestors.

"My descendants, my descendants, you must always remember our family's humiliating history of betrayal."

"In the past, when the great stone god suffered a fiery crushing punishment, our family did not shoulder the responsibility of resisting the enemies, but chose to cowardly escape."

"We escaped the war, and the fire of extinction fell on our friends, and they died."

"This is a humiliation that our family should never forget. We will eventually bear this shame and survive in the world until the First Stone comes back to the world. We will also dedicate our lives without regrets and wash it away with the blood of our sins. Death of the First Stone."

"My descendants, if you are lucky enough to meet a friend who is not completely dead, you must dedicate everything you have to meet the needs of the other party."

"Only in this way can we wash away the heavy sins of our family before the First Stone is revived!"

The zerg always remembers the precepts of its ancestors deep in its bloodline. Even if its body is dead, even if it is just an illusory shadow awakened by the aging moth's magic power at the moment, the words of its ancestors are like the instincts carved deep in its bloodline. , making it irresistible and irresistible.

It stared at the wriggling sweet brain tissue, and seemed to be able to see the moth hidden in the skull, even though the other party was laughing maniacally.

But the broken moth body was wrapped with a shackle chain that was as tight as steel, and there was a faint glow like a lamp or a blade.

It seemed to be the power left behind by a powerful secret messenger, trying to block the mind of the pale moth, distort the moth's cognition, and suppress the wild nature of the moth, so that the moth could no longer release its true innocence wantonly, even killing people. Life also requires finding ridiculous but reasonable excuses.

"I see……"

The worm phantom murmured to himself: "This is the only way I can help you."

As the slightly humming words fell, the broken scale wings that had condensed into a hideous and ugly insect shadow melted again like a dark viscous liquid. This was the suffering and torture that the broken wings had endured.

When the zerg was still alive, an unknown tribe hiding in the dark forest captured it. The old priest tried to make the fragmented scale wings into the lost wine of oblivion. If the wine was poured from the tongue and eyes, , will make the drinker forget his name and appearance.

At that time, the brewing work of the Wine of Oblivion was not completed, and the old priest had already died under the sword of strong light. The treasures and savings of the tribe belonged to the Mikalis family, the victors of the Secret Messenger War.

And the broken wings of the zerg have been passed down to this day with the Michaelis family.

But in fact, the brewing of the Wine of Oblivion was not a complete failure. The characteristic of abandoning memory has been deeply engraved in the broken wings of the Zerg.

At this moment, it directly uses the magic power of the Aging Moth to stimulate the power of forgetfulness left in its wings, turning itself into a semi-finished wine of forgetfulness.

Although the dark wine is rotten and smelly, it can make people forget their worries and unhappiness and regain freedom!

However, even if the wine of oblivion turned into the phantom of the insect, it rushed towards the invisible shackles wrapped around the body of the pale moth without hesitation. The dark wine poured on the indestructible chain and made a crackling sound like corrosion. But it only left tiny holes and couldn't cause any obvious damage at all.

The invisible shackles that bind the pale moth's body seem to be infused with various elements such as reason, rules, laws, punishments, hints, and persuasion.

This makes the shackles themselves indestructible and deeply embedded in the flesh, as deep-rooted as the instinct of flesh and blood creatures that are born with the need to breathe and eat... It is as hard to violate as the precepts left in the blood of the ancestors of the zerg.

Even if the zerg shadow burned out his best life, there was nothing he could do to help the pale moth break free from this mental shackles.

However, before the wine of oblivion completely evaporated, Zerg still used his last bit of strength to leave a message. That was the knowledge he gained from his bloodline, which might help the Pale Moth completely compete for the hateful glow chain.

"Lagon's..."

But in fact, the Pale Moth, who was immersed in the pleasure of fighting, paid no attention to the last words etched in the folds of his brain tissue.

It just pulled the trigger arbitrarily, swung the straight blade to its heart's content, and showed a hearty and contented smile in the flickering orange flames and silvery cold light.

Even though there were several deep flesh-and-blood wounds carved on that crazy smiling face, the most serious one even extended straight from the left forehead to the chin, and even the eyeballs that were faintly oozing with dark green light were torn off along the way. Broken, blood spurted out and pushed the broken lens out.

Watson couldn't tell for a moment that this was due to the influence of old Michaelis' moth-like magic, which caused his left eye to be mistakenly judged as unnecessary by the body, and the fountain of vitality was almost drying up. Push out.

It was the moth inside his head that was secretly assisting him. While draining out the cracked flesh and blood from the wound, he also absorbed the abandoning power of the Moth Principle, which in turn strengthened the moth phase, thereby squeezing out more moth phase mana.

Or... forget it, why bother with these useless details?

As long as we can obtain more powerful power and be able to defeat the power of old Michaelis in front of us, what's the price even if we have to pay an eyeball? !

I only care about one thing now, and that is how to kill this decaying monster in front of me!

Looking through Watson's remaining right eye, the stooped and white-haired old Michaelis now showed another deformed and ugly appearance.

Originally, there were three faces in the alien body of old Michaelis, namely the face of an old man with dazzling eyes on his head, the face of a young man with thunderous eyes on his chest, and the face of a young woman with blood and tears flowing on his waist.

At this time, the two sarcoma-like deformed and twisted faces were howling indescribably vicious words, and then squirming upwards.

The male and female faces on the two shriveled sarcomas originally looked a little blurry, but as they wriggled upward, the sarcomas seemed to gradually fill up, and the outline of the face was finally gradually revealed.

The first thing Watson noticed was the face of a young man with a fiery and thunderous heart in his eyes. The increasingly clear facial structure looked very familiar.

Facing the giant fist composed of three arms and fifteen fingers tightly clenched together, he still did not dodge, but once again advanced and retreated.

While Watson slumped his shoulders and rushed forward, he pulled the trigger between his fingers one after another. The bullets that poured out were not aimed at the incoming giant fist - he knew that everything in front of him was just a moth in his skull. Hallucinations seen under the influence.

Perhaps this illusion is indeed infinitely close to some real essence, but after all, there is a certain difference between it and reality.