The Last King of Darkness

Rhodes felt very embarrassed and glanced at her secretly. Sister nun's cheeks were flushed, her head was bowed, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes.

He didn't know what to say, so he quickly took off his shirt and lay on the bed.

After a while, she felt a little cold on her back. Sister Sister Nun put her soft and slightly icy hands on both sides of her shoulder blades and began to stroke gently, accompanied by warm water droplets falling on her back.

A strange sense of heat rose up in her body, her movements were as gentle as the clouds in the sky, and gentle as a distant dream.

The faint incense lingered on the nose, and it was only at this time that Rhode's spirit was completely relaxed. The unknown, fear, and death, with the anxiety, sensitivity, and gloom they brought, really left him.

He felt that he was lying in the gentle water village, and his soul was completely stretched out.

A soft singing sounded in his ears.

"I am for the thirsty flowers, from the river, from the sea

bring fresh rain;

I shade the green leaves lightly, when they shake the dew from my wings, to wake

every sweet bud;

rocked as their mothers danced around the sun

put them to sleep in their arms.

I wave the flail of the hail and turn the green fields

Beaten like silver wraps,

And then use the rain to dissolve the snow and ice..."

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In the dream-like singing, Rhode felt that his soul was burning, and his body became light, as if floating in the boundless universe.

However, in the next instant, the headache suddenly became severe, and he clearly felt the sharp pain of tearing, accompanied by the dull pain of the heavy blow.

Rhode screamed, kneeling on the ground, holding his head, the pain was so clear, just like the anesthetic disappeared when the tooth was extracted before, every detail of the doctor's tweezers touching the bad tooth was reflected in the brain, causing the nerve to burst .

Rhode stood up with superhuman perseverance, forced himself to open his eyes, and found that he was no longer on the bed, and the sister nun disappeared.

It's a world more like a dream.

He stood in the gray, bleak mist, with pale, faded soil beneath his feet.

There is only such fog and soil all around, extending infinitely, as if there is no boundary.

"Well, what's going on here?"

Rhode felt that his head was a mess, and the intense pain made his thinking begin to blur.

He moved forward subconsciously, and soon discovered the only existence in this empty world.

a stone tablet.

In a world without any reference, it seems to stand in the center of the world.

About three meters high, it is square and gradually narrows from bottom to top, like an obelisk.

Walking closer, I saw that the obelisk was covered with cracks, and right in front of it, a human-shaped shadow was hitting it violently.

With each blow of it came a dull pain in the mind, and they were so synchronised as if the obelisk were his nerves.

Before Rhodes came back to his senses, the shadow found him, turned his head and swooped forward at an astonishingly fast speed.

Almost instantly, he was thrown to the ground, and the black shadow pinched his neck with one hand and slammed his forehead with the other.

The instinct of survival made Rhode struggle desperately, but the power of the shadow far surpassed him. Every heavy blow brought severe pain that broke the soul. It had no facial features, only two terrifying red lights and cracked black. The crack, but gave a twisted hatred and urgency to kill him.

In the continuous heavy blows, Rhode's will began to slacken, death was approaching, his vision began to blur, the world became dark, and he gradually couldn't breathe, as if the weight of reality was pressing on him.

But he still resisted, though it didn't help.

Am I done?

In the severe pain, Rhodes only had this thought left in his mind.

Is this my end?

he thought desperately.

At this moment, a golden light pierced through the darkness and transmitted from the shadow's chest.

It was like a star, like the sun, and like the crystallization of hope and dreams. Rhode raised his hand subconsciously and touched this inch of golden light.

In the next moment, as if the instinct was triggered, Rhodes grabbed it violently, as if he was holding the blade of light.

Without the slightest hesitation, he slammed into the shadow's chest, and then pulled it out sharply, like a slave killing an enslaver, like an oppressed killing an oppressor.

Black Shadow's chest was torn open, and every darkness on his body boiled, and tiny black spots scattered and splashed, like water dripping into an oil pan.

It has no facial features, but its expression is extremely painful. It has no sound, but the neighing sound seems to be transmitted through the soul.

The next moment, the black shadow was torn apart, and with a strange whine, it turned into countless black dust and dissipated in the air.

It was not until the last trace of black disappeared into the gray mist that Rhodes came back to his senses.

He got up slowly and was surprised to find no scars or blood on his body.

"How is this going?"

Rhodes was a little dazed and a little frightened.

The shock just now was too great.

He looked down and glanced, the golden light in his hand was still there.

"This... am I really not dreaming?"

Rhode held the golden light in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. It was between the material and the illusory, like solidified jelly, and like melted gold, in an irregular long shape, like a section of sunlight that was intercepted.

"It's amazing...is this some kind of weapon?"

This gave him a little courage. He took a few steps forward and came to the obelisk. He was surprised to find that it was recovering by itself, the blue-gray stone surface was healing, and countless cracks were disappearing.

And with the recovery of the stone tablet, the severe pain in the head also disappeared, like the sea at low tide, and soon only a little residual pain was left beating on the nerves.

"What the **** is this? Where the **** am I?"

Rhode felt that he had become a hundred thousand whys, a question in his head.

"Why does this stele seem to be in sync with my spirit? Could it be that I am in a microscopic world, and my nerves are so thick? Actually, my intelligence far exceeds that of Einstein?"

"Well, this possibility is not without..."

Rhode stretched out his hand instinctively, and the moment his fingertips touched the obelisk, the entire stone stele shone slightly, and the stele surface became deep, like the night sky over the boundless wilderness, with tiny lights dotted on the background, like a wasteland. Traveller's bonfire.

"what is this?"

Rhode looked at these light spots curiously. They were very dim and almost extinguished. Only the one in the middle was slightly brighter. It emitted a dark red light, like a pile of embers that had just been extinguished.

When he focused his attention, many small words appeared on the dark red star.

But he didn't know any of them.

wipe.

Rhodes made up his mind instantly, as long as there is a chance, he will definitely scan the blind.

Because he was illiterate, Rhodes could only look away reluctantly.

But the other spots of light did not respond, they were small and dark, and disappeared without notice, like hallucinations.

Rhodes searched for a while and found nothing. Just as he was about to withdraw, out of the corner of his eyes, he suddenly noticed a small pale flame on the base of the stone tablet.

"Huh? When did this appear?"

Rhode shifted his gaze, and the moment he looked at it, a line of non-text information appeared directly in his mind.

【Flowers on the Rin Shore, Soul of the Northern Prince Heghor】

"What is this? A soul?"

Rhode watched for a few seconds, then UU Reading www.uukanshu.com turned his gaze back to the dark red spot.

"Are they related?"

"Can you add it to brighten the spot a bit?"

For a moment, the spirit seemed to be touched, and Rhode watched in surprise as the flames floated up, flew to the dark light spot in the middle, and was swallowed by it in an instant.

The dark red light spots brightened obviously, and the red light boiled slightly, as if burning.

A strange feeling rose up in Rhodes, and the whole world seemed to be different.

The golden light in his hand suddenly dissipated, turning into countless golden dots and submerging into the stone tablet.

"…what happened?"

Rhodes was at a loss, and when he was about to study it carefully, he suddenly fell heavily, as if he was caught by something, and then there was a strong sense of falling, and everything in front of him became blurred.

When he came back to his senses, he returned to the dimly lit room, still lying on the bed, with the song of Sister Nun still ringing in his ears.

"...I silently laugh at my own empty tomb,

drilled out of the rain cave,

Like a baby being delivered from its mother, like a ghost flying away from a cemetery..."

But her soft and boneless hands were not very secure. She gently slid over his waist and down his back, feeling the numbness like an electric shock.

boom!

The door was knocked open.

An aunt with a width of three meters rushed in and roared:

"Confinement! Number seven! You are confinement!"

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PS: The poem is excerpted from "The Cloud" by the British poet Shelley

PS2: Three meters wide is an adjective