Chapter 323 Return (3)

Carlo's lips pursed and shook his head.

"I can't say it...but I'm sure that's the more real you."

The memory and knowledge reserves in the mind evolved rapidly, and thoughts burst out. "Glylint" still couldn't understand what "a more real self" means, and He was inexplicably dissatisfied:

"You mean: I'm not the real me? Ridiculous!"

Complete memory, sound spirit... New consciousness is being nurtured in His body, and more experiences are experienced, the more perfect it is.

Inexplicably, Carol was a little frightened. She really felt that the familiar and friendly Glylint was moving away step by step.

"No, it's not like that, Glylint, don't you really feel like there's something wrong with you?"

She successfully hit the pain point of "Glylint".

On the other hand, the cry that she had never given up in her heart finally echoed:

In the chaotic consciousness, Glylint tapped the only different "channel" in this hazy world. I don't know how long he came, but he finally grabbed a trace of the external veins:

"I seem to... remember, you are little Amy... and I am Glylint."

He grasped a little bit of spiritual body and clearly and accurately constructed and passed on this idea.

Carol was surprised and happy, burst into tears and laughed, and quickly tried to communicate with him again:

"Yes, yes, you are Glylint, you are the young Count of Ruhn, the uncrowned king of Sobia, the gravedigger of the old age... You are also the son of Chaos, the Lord of Order...

…”

But it was useless, and Glylint kept repeating the simple idea:

"You are little Amy...I am Glylint."

"You are little Amy...I am Glylint."

Carol was a little helpless and heartbroken, but this might be the only way to correctly "awaken" Glylint. She dared not slacken, nor could she slacken. She could only repeat his various identities over and over again, hoping

Can speed up his recovery.

"Glylint" was already a little impatient, and a hint of panic spread in his heart inadvertently, and He said in a deep voice:

"You should be tired after a night of hard work. If you have nothing to do, go and rest first."

No, no, how can I go to rest now?

Carol refused in her heart, and her face was slightly stunned. She lifted her hair and responded with a strange but unique smile:

"Okay, where are you? Go and sleep for a while."

"I?"

"Glylint" simply responded to a word, with a faint tone of surprise. He shook his head and wanted to say something, but suddenly became a trance:

"I...what I just wanted to say?"

Carol giggled and joked:

"I didn't steal your memory."

It was a joke, and it was a guy who didn't know what was specific, but was definitely not a real Glylint. Her happiness was not like a fake. Of course, she knew why He suddenly was in a trance, just now,

Lylint had a more complete idea in her heart:

"Yes, I am Count Runn, the ruler of Sobia, the gravedigger of the old class... I am the son of Chaos who looked down on high dimensionally, the dictator of the order world, the rule lord, the ruler, the controller of chaos...

!”

Suddenly, "Glylint" fell into a dimma.

His spirit became the battlefield for Glylint and the new consciousness. No, it cannot be regarded as a battlefield. The new consciousness has not experienced anything unforgettable, and is so weak that it is bred from Glylint's memory.

Naturally, it fits him very well, and the moment Glylint truly restores his subjective consciousness, he assimilates him.

Yes, it is not strangulation or removal, but inclusive assimilation, absorption and acceptance for one's own part.

——This is the other side of him.

The consciousness, ideas, ideas, and material interests that are nurtured entirely based on one's own memory tend toward him. This cannot be said to be "outside" things, it is another "He". Once he admits this, he is far away from him.

The splitting of personality is not far away.

Seeing the fainting of "Glylint", Carol was not surprised but happy. She probably realized that Glylint's condition was gradually improving, so she just accelerated her advice devoutly in her heart and called for Glylint.

Lint, helps him recover his frequency of self-awareness.

"I'm back, little Amy."

I don't know how long it has passed, and the soft magnetic and a little tired and vicissitudes of voice sounded gently in Carol's ears... She was stunned, unable to believe this was the truth, afraid that it was a poke

Just broken bubbles.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

Glylint had a smile on his lips, immersed in the world of consciousness, and he really felt that hundreds or thousands of years had passed.

I am very happy to see you this time.

He naturally held the girl's waist, letting her no longer control her emotions, and threw herself into his arms and cried like a child.

…………

He was very happy to get the red-haired evil spirit of "Alshuhod's pen". Although "Glylint" did not give them "Frost Words of the Bloodskin" together, his attitude was actually

It's very clear.

Indeed, Glylint now needs such a high-level "hunter" military talent.

Unfortunately, he did not know the origin of "Alshuhod's pen", otherwise, although Adam could have mastered the hearts of the people, he might not have been able to play conspiracies and take risks in front of him.

"O Lord who created everything! You are the Lord behind the curtain of shadows! You are the degenerate nature of all living beings!

“Your loyal servant prays for your gaze;

“Pray that you shall accept His offering;

“Pray that you will open the door to the kingdom;

"Pray for your strength."

Although He is now truly serving the "Lord of Order in High Dimensions", and although it is a pre-designed transaction with the real Creator, Soren Einhorn still gave this true God enough respect.

I didn't spit out words that were equally successful but lacked awe.

——One of the secrets of "provocation" is: never rashly provoke those goals that can easily kill you ("not rashly" means that if you prepare in advance, it is not impossible).

The difficult and difficult words of giant words are spit out one by one, and the dark curtains fall in the spiritual wall, gradually becoming rich, as if they are about to erode everything.

Silently, the candlelight in front of you swelled into an illusory door, full of mysterious symbols with depravity, and a deep and mysterious whisper vaguely came from inside...Soren Einhorn did not dare

Listen more, seeing a little red light gradually emerge from it, He quickly presented the silver-gray classical quill, allowing it to be brought into the black fog by a dark light.

At this moment, Sauron Einhorn's eyes flashed, and a white-robed priest with a light hair and beard suddenly appeared in his sight. He seemed to have light in his eyes, and he was quietly looking at them with a smile.

"Adam!"

Both of them blurted out at the same time.

Adam nodded with a thumbs up:

“It just so happens that Medic is not here.”

As he was speaking, the black fog in the Illusion Gate suddenly surged violently. He abandoned the red light and started to roll the quill with all his strength, and was about to escape into the depths of the black fog...

Adam restrained his smile, started from himself, and inspired the simplest and most effective "aggregation", and controlled the quill, and still had the spare energy to pull it towards him slowly but firmly.

"Peng"

A black mist with the meaning of depravity suddenly exploded from the silver gray pen. It was the result of the "cooperation" between the real Creator and Glylint, but its power was only the water without a source, which barely slowed down.

-08" After moving towards Adam's rhythm, he fell into decline again.

After all, the essence of "Alshuhod's Pink" is still in the real world, while the real Creator is far away from many spaces, sealed, and Adam is also more "close" to it.

When things were final and about to succeed, Adam calmly spoke to the depths of the black fog in the first language:

"You have been doing a little bit more recently."

As soon as the words came to the ground, the illusion gate disappeared quickly, and the black fog gradually disappeared. Adam picked up a spear body, which was red all over, as if bleeding was oozing. He politely handed it to the stunned Sauron

Einhorn, with a smile on his face with expectations:

"Your reward."

This "Conqueror" feature once belonged to Medic.

When He came here, the earth was about to set off a war.

And the last part of His "Imaginator" potion is now gathered together, and the waves of the times are rolling.

Procrastination attacks, I just want to play, but I don’t want to write at all. I finally started working until half past ten... I have only barely coded the number of words that are not easy to be scolded... Fortunately, I will start another round of work tomorrow.
Chapter completed!