"I'm a Viku..."

"I was born in Stormfjord, the mightiest warrior of the Dragonsnatcher Clan, and in my homeland, while I was alive, I accompanied the mighty and tyrannical King Imiron on my expedition through the Grizzly Hills... There are a lot of savage and powerful bear people out there, and their gods..."

"I've seen the most beautiful auroras in the polar regions, I've walked on a barren land, I've seen spirits moving in the hills, I've seen dragons soar through the sky, burning everything with fire..."

"I'm dead..."

"My soul longs to enter the great Valhalla, but not everyone enjoys the glory of promotion... I ended up here, a place of eternal darkness, where there is no light of day, and there is no liberation..."

"I am... Wait, I'm not, I'm not this Veku! It's just... Illusion! ”

"Buzz"

The Great Lord's chaotic mind was like a mist shrouded in his soul, and he was dazed, unable to tell whether the illusion in his soul was real or false, but every moment before he was about to be swallowed up by those chaotic and complex soul mist, the cold consciousness belonging to Tyrion would summon him back.

But even so, in the current situation, he can only maintain a moment of sobriety.

He struggled to move his cold body, which was born from both ends of his soul and body, and he raised his hands tremblingly, and beyond the fresh skin, a layer of frost was visible to the naked eye, it was black frost and snow, it was black thin ice, it seemed as if it was about to cover him completely.

Tyrion no longer knew how many Dementors he had "accepted" in his body, but from his chaotic mind at this time and the flickering memories of those wandering lights, he could probably tell that it must be an extremely terrifying number.

He turned his head with difficulty, the darkness that had covered his vision had disappeared, and he could easily see the scenery far away from the land, as if there were two different perspectives, one belonging to him and the other to the chaotic consciousness.

Each Eater of Souls arrives to "share" the light and knowledge of this world for him, and a large map is rapidly filled in his mind, and the endless secrets buried in this barren land remain in his mind in this "assimilation" way.

Soon, there will be no secrets to him about this borderland.

It's part of "surrender", part of the elevation of an ordinary soul... The strange deaths, the illusions and memories of death carried by the dementors, are rapidly accumulating, and the once large and vague concept of "death" is becoming clear little by little.

In this moment of wakefulness, he could feel that the soul power in his body was increasing at a terrible rate, and this was only a quantitative change, but if it continued like this, soon, his soul would enter a real qualitative change, and those Dementors would "dissolve" into his body, merging his own soul into his soul, which was a process of devotion and acceptance.

But this is also a process of "testing".

The soul fusion brings not only the strength of the soul, but also the memories and consciousness of those who belong to different souls, and those emotional imprints that are not very strong, but difficult to remove, are accumulating in his soul at a rapid pace like an external current.

It's like a jar that is quickly filled, once the jar is filled and the flow of water from outside still doesn't stop, then there is only one result...

"Ahh

The Great Lord's cold hands gripped his bulging forehead, his own consciousness was erasing these foreign memories as quickly as possible, but the speed of this reduction was far from keeping up with the speed of filling.

Tyrion knelt on the barren and dead earth in agony, layers of cold dark power like mist shrouded the Great Lord's body like a spider web, just like the strange oil-like viscous substance outside the Dementor's body, which was also covering his armor little by little, obviously, this was the superposition of power, but it was also the beginning of assimilation.

With Tyrion's knowledge, it was not difficult for him to realize that once his body was completely covered in these black, oily substances, he would be transformed into a Dead Realm creature similar to the Dementors, but more powerful than the Dementors... Maybe he will become the lord of this dead world, and in a sense, this can be regarded as a successful "crown".

But that's not what the Great Lord wants... He can't abandon the people behind him, he can't abandon his feelings, he can't abandon his relatives and lovers, he can't just be completely isolated from this world and become the king of another world... Such power, he is not rare!

"Buzz"

The cold earth was torn apart between Tyrion's ten twisted fingers, but this external faint pain could not alleviate his current situation, and some ignorant memories began to come to his mind, and Tyrion knew... I'm going to be "lost" again.

In the moment before his already unclear mind was about to fall completely into the soul mist, the Great Lord gritted his teeth and gave the final order to his body.

"Looking for Yuna... Look for a guide. ”

After the fog of the Dead Realm that obscured the way ahead was completely dispelled, Tyrion was able to clearly sense Yuna's position, and after understanding the meaning and threat of the "crown", the High Lord also had a deeper understanding of the "guide".

The little ghost Yuna is definitely not just the guide who brings him into this world... She was the only link between Tyrion and the present world after his assimilation, and if the High Lord had not found a guide home before he had been "completely assimilated", he would have stayed here forever.

This is probably the true test that the ruler of the Dead Realm has given to Tyrion... The premise is that if there really is a ruler in this great realm of death.

I really don't know how Hela and Bonsandy got the management of their hell... If they've gone through the same trials of finding the "crown" as Tyrion did, then their guides... And who?

"I'm a Night Elf, I remember my name... My name is... What's my name? ”

The fog of the mind once again obscured the will of the Great Lord, like a man who was struggling to find a way to survive in the rolling sea of anger, but after the mind was sealed, the Great Lord's body continued to move in the direction of Yuna according to his orders.

Even the Great Lord himself did not know the power of this body, and above this vast wilderness, his steps became heavier and heavier, like thunder, and as he walked, the twisting dark path rolled behind him, and the black soul fire burned above his body, like a dark beast trekking through the wilderness, the terrifying power made this dead heaven and earth change color, and the surging flames were like a gathering storm.

If you look closely, beyond the flames that seem to burn everything, there are some black phantoms...

Their faces contorted, like evil spirits bound to hell, let out endless roars in extreme pain, trying to break free from this cage, but the bondage of the soul of the High Lord trapped them in the black flames, and they will never be able to free themselves unless they receive his mercy.

Is that true? Or is it a false illusion?

The question doesn't make sense anymore, at least for Tyrion now.

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“biu！”

The blue starlight flew out from the tip of the wand, like an arrow with a bow, and the blue pillar of light smashed precisely into the head of a dementor who was probing his brain, and the starlight splashed, scaring the disgusting monster into turning and running.

But running away from one does not mean that it is safe, the little ghost Yuna pursed her mouth, straightened the wreath on her head, and kept cheering herself up in her heart to keep herself from crying, but her other hand still couldn't help but grab the bear doll hanging from her waist, she looked up, it was like a palace, everywhere was full of terrifying darkness, and those ugly guys, constantly crawling out of the darkness, wanted to hurt her.

She's been here for I don't know how long... The speed of time in the Dead Realm is different for every life that enters it, and the little ghost Yuna should belong to the type that spends her days like years.

"Noor, Noor, it's good to have you with me."

The little girl was holding the bear, she looked left and right in a little panic, and when she was sure that no Dementors were sneaking closer, she sat down on the ground tiredly, she put her wand aside, and put the bear in front of her eyes, which was no longer as white as she remembered, and in the faint light, Yuna's star-like eyes blinked, and she saw her reflection in the eyes of the bear doll.

"It's like a silly child..."

Yuna said to herself, she let out a laugh, but laughing and laughing, she held Nur the bear in her arms, and she buried her head in the doll's head.

"Noor, I'm the only one left with you..."

"Everyone, everybody's gone... I can't see them, I can't hear them, Dornan, Vanessa, and Little Anduin, and Tyrion, I miss them so much..."

As she spoke, the little girl felt like she was crying, but as a ghost, she couldn't shed tears, but the sadness and slight loneliness still remained in her heart, she remembered the past days, she was also so lonely, she was alone back and forth, she couldn't see anything at that time, groping the whole world in a lonely darkness.

Those days were like another world for Yuna now, and she didn't know how she survived at that time.

But there is not only cold darkness in the memory, but also happiness, the joy of playing with the children, exploring the realm of death with Tyrion, having someone by your side, even if you don't speak, just sitting together, it's much better than being alone like now.

However, the more happy the memories are to accompany them, the more hateful and unbearable the tragic past and cold reality become.

Yuna didn't know why she had this happening, she didn't know why she had been chosen as Tyrion's "guide", she didn't even know why she had entered the realm of death... But if you have to find a reason for all this, then probably it is fate.

"Whew... Noor, you're worried about your friends, right? ”

Yuna looked up and touched her dry eyes, she tied Nur back to her waist, then grabbed her wand and patted the bear on the head:

"Don't be afraid, I told them when I left that they wouldn't come to me, so they wouldn't be in danger..."

"Now, you and I are going to depend on each other for our lives~ Let's find a way to get out of here!"

The little ghost sniffled, she put the garland on her head tightly, then grabbed her wand, and cautiously approached the edge of the dark palace again, in the first few attempts, each time she came into contact with the black mist, it would attract a lot of Dementors, but the attentive little ghost could see that the number of Dementors was decreasing.

She gritted her teeth, kept cheering herself up, then stretched out her finger and touched the darkness in front of her, and the mist that wrapped around the entire space spun rapidly again, and then a low roar, as if coming from beyond the darkness.

Yuna took a few quick steps back, she looked around, those Dementors of all shapes crawled out of the darkness, they roared, step by step towards the little ghost who retreated to the center of the palace, and the latter kept waving his wand, between the blue starlight, one after another Dementors were hit, and in the starlight escape, these ugly guys would be frightened to turn around and run.

Their embarrassed posture made the depressed little ghost laugh, and the gloom in his heart was also dispelled a little.

"Hey, ugly guy!"

"Don't come near Yuna! Get lost! I don't care about you! ”

"Yuna is the best!"

At the scream of the little ghost, the wand in her hand was thrown everywhere, and for a moment the whole palace shone with blue starlight, and this scene did not look like she was in danger, but like a bear child playing.

"Bang"

The sudden shaking of the earth made Yuna, who had a lot of fun, turn her head suddenly.

"Bang"

The ground shook again, and it was like when Dornan took her to the factory in the Black Iron District to play and saw those huge machines in motion, but it was also like when Yuna was still alive, and she and her parents went to Makere's park to see the thunder elephants, and those huge thunder elephants were walking.

It was as if a terrible beast was approaching, and the Dementors around Yuna who tried to touch her scattered as if sensing a threat.

This scene frightened the little ghost even more, but she still clenched her wand in both hands and stared at the place where the black mist was drifting.

Waiting, it's always the hardest...

"Boom"

With a loud earth-shattering bang, the curtain of darkness in front of Yuna's eyes was completely torn apart, and then there was a storm of howling mist, and the blazing black flames, which entwined and formed various images in the air, like an awakened hellish devil.

The icy wind blew the long hair of the little ghost flying around, Yuna screamed in horror, the little girl reached out to block the wind in front of her, between her fingers, she saw the figure staggering forward in the core of the disaster-like storm, the iconic long gray-white hair...

"Tyrion!"

(It's the last few days, ask for a monthly pass~~~ Otherwise, I'm going to drink porridge next month, it's miserable!) ）