NABC Chapter 618: More than one soul within the body?
Chapter 618: More than one soul within the body?
Im made a loose fist behind his back with his right hand.
The dark clouds behind them exploded.
It rolled like asphalt.
A giant, demonic hand, over five meters long, emerged from the clouds.
Long, slender fingers.
The joints are clearly defined.
The dark red glow flowing in the lines of his palm was exactly the same color as the two horns on his head.
A giant hand steadily held a long-handled weapon.
It emerged from the deepest part of the dark clouds.
That scene was very eerie.
The countless eyes on the dark clouds actually cooperated.
They actively rolled to the sides.
They forcefully made way for the giant hand.
Im raised his bronze-colored right hand.
It caught.
The moment of handover.
The giant hand instantly disintegrated.
It turned into a wisp of black smoke.
They merged back into the dark clouds behind Im.
That dark cloud looks like a living thing.
It can grow arms on its own, and it can also retract them at any time.
The weight of a weapon is non-existent for Im.
He gripped the middle of the weapon with one hand.
It's very easy.
The weapon was entirely black.
The pole is 15 meters long.
It perfectly matches Im's fifty-meter physique.
The pole is covered with ancient patterns.
It's exactly the same as the markings on his head where the horns grow.
The patterns gleamed with a dark red sheen.
A glimmer of light flows within the texture.
Like blood.
The rhythm of the light's flickering was perfectly synchronized with Im's breathing.
He inhaled, and the light shone brightly.
He exhaled, and the light dimmed.
This weapon is part of his body.
The tip of a weapon is not a gun barrel.
It wasn't a knife either.
It is a crescent moon.
A crescent moon that sends chills down your spine.
The curvature is extremely large.
The arc length exceeds four meters.
The blade is as thin as a cicada's wing.
But it doesn't reflect light.
It devours the light.
The thin blade exudes an aura capable of cleaving through the void.
The curved blade was as black as ink.
Only the blade edge has a very thin line of dark red.
That was the sharp edge of killing intent.
It was pure destruction.
100 meters away.
Loki's dark red vertical pupils shrank to a slit.
He stared intently at the weapon.
The treasure vault of Elbaf contains countless divine weapons.
But he had never seen such a thing before.
This is not for chopping people.
This is used to harvest the rules.
It is a torture device.
A wisp of mist clung to the end of the curved blade.
It looks exactly like the black clouds behind Im.
The mist swirled in and out.
A small vortex forms at the bottom of the curved blade.
The details that followed in the next second sent chills down Loki's spine.
In the fog.
It has six or seven eyes embedded in it.
The size of a fist.
It spins very fast.
It spun wildly in the black fog.
It makes a sticky, nauseating sound.
Six or seven eyes, each staring in a different direction.
Two eyes locked onto Loki's chest.
Two eyes were fixed on his throat.
There was another one, which was actually looking at his left hand.
Look at the squirrel Tie Lei in his palm.
The pupil of that eye would even contract and expand with Tie Lei's breathing.
This weapon has no blind spots.
Im gripped the weapon with one hand.
Lift it up.
He didn't use any force.
It didn't mobilize any demonic energy either.
With just a flick of the wrist.
Let the crescent-shaped blade gently glide through the air.
Click.
The space shattered.
Like a shattered piece of glass.
A crack several tens of meters long appeared in the void.
The crack was pure black.
Even light cannot escape it.
Air was being frantically sucked in from the edge of the crack.
A strong wind blew up.
Three seconds later.
The cracks were only repaired by the laws of the world.
The air filled that area again.
Loki's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
deterrence.
A blatant display of power.
Im then showed him through his actions.
This weapon can even cleave through space itself.
Squirrel Ironhide curled up in Loki's palm.
Its brown fur clung tightly to its skin.
The little body trembled as it was warned of danger.
But the tuft of hair on his head still stood up.
The tip flashed with a faint yet resolute blue-white electric light.
Loki didn't leave.
The muscles in his right arm bulged.
He gripped the iron thunderbolt even tighter with his left hand.
The blood of the Elbaf berserker has been thoroughly boiled.
Thousands of meters in the air.
Chen Ye rode the divine eagle, Vidvernir.
The giant wings folded.
It dropped again.
The divine eagle pierced through the clouds.
Hover.
The strong wind made his long black robe flutter loudly.
Chen Ye's golden eyes locked onto the battlefield below.
He saw Im's full appearance.
The Sun God's Observation Haki was suppressed into his eyes.
His gaze was like a scalpel.
Dissecting the god before him inch by inch.
It starts with the long, curved, jet-black horns on the top of its head.
His face went from handsome to eerily bronze.
Then there are the broad shoulders and the firm chest.
At last.
Chen Ye's gaze lingered on what was behind Im.
That circle of rolling black clouds filled with eyes.
His brows furrowed into a deep frown.
The light in his golden eyes grew colder and colder.
Like a scholar encountering the ultimate puzzle.
He raised his right hand.
His fingers unconsciously stroked his jaw.
three seconds.
Chen Ye didn't blink.
The wind has died down.
The thunder was gone too.
The whole world seemed to fade into the distance from his ears.
The eagle Vedvernir is very sensible.
It didn't make a sound.
It was just a slight adjustment to the angle of the wings.
Use the most stable posture to keep the owner's field of vision absolutely stable.
Chen Ye's gaze wandered over the dark clouds.
He filtered out the eyes that were fixed on Loki.
They also ignored the wandering eyes.
His gaze.
Finally, it stopped on a pair of eyes on the left edge of the dark cloud.
A pair of dark red eyes.
The direction in which those eyes are moving is very strange.
While everyone else was looking at Loki, at Ironhide, at the weapons.
But it was looking elsewhere.
It stared coldly into the distance at the fleeing Elbaf giants.
Chenye's pupils contracted.
He discovered something deeper was amiss.
The pupils of these eyes.
It has subtle differences from other eyes.
Other eyes either have vertical pupils or round pupils.
There's only this one pair.
It is star-shaped.
An irregular star shape.
His star-shaped pupils flashed with savagery and madness.
That's completely different from Im's own cold and aloof demeanor.
Chen Ye's lips moved silently.
His brain was working at supersonic speed.
He quickly flipped through the knowledge in his mind.
Remnants of ancient ruins around the world.
The taboo on the deepest stone slab in Elbaf.
The essence of the soul.
An ancient curse.
The lost Abyss Devouring Technique.
Each record is like a piece of a puzzle.
"Those who devour their own kind will inevitably develop heterochromia."
"The soul is immortal, dwelling in the shadow."
"When all souls return to one, their thoughts must be divided."
The words on the ancient scroll flashed through his mind.
The puzzle pieces slowly come together.
An absurd guess.
A terrifying conjecture that is logically sound.
It took shape in his mind.
Chen Ye's eyes were sharp as knives.
He muttered to himself.
The sound was carried away by the wind, but each word was pronounced very clearly.
"There are just too many eyes."
"Different colors, different shapes."
"Most importantly, they have independent rotation methods and observation targets."
Chen Ye paused for a moment.
The fingers stopped.
"This is definitely not a characteristic of a single living organism."
"Even with schizophrenia, the senses cannot be so completely severed."
"Those star-shaped pupils held completely different emotions."
He was silent for two seconds.
All the clues were now in a closed loop in his mind.
Chen Ye spoke again.
The tone changed.
It's no longer just speculation.
It is an assertion.
"Could it be that inside this guy's body..."
"Is there more than one soul?"
This sentence was spoken very softly.
Yet it seemed to carry an immense weight.
Im is not a person.
It's not even a god.
That perfect bronze body, that black cloud surrounding the eyes.
It is a container.
A vast container that imprisoned countless ancient souls.
Those eyes.
It is a window through which a devoured soul peers out.
A hint of seriousness flashed in Chen Ye's golden eyes.
He got it.
He understood why the World Government had hidden him away.
Because once this secret is exposed...
The entire world's understanding will be overturned.
Chen Ye lowered his right hand.
He gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist.
Thumb against the hilt of the sword.
The veins on the back of his hand are bulging.
The divine eagle, Vidvernir, let out a low cry.
The arrogance of before was gone.
It seemed to understand the terrifying weight in its owner's words.
It felt an instinctive aversion to the Frankenstein's monster below.
On the ruins below.
Im has completed his preparations.
She held a fifteen-meter-long crescent-shaped weapon in one hand.
Hold the pole horizontally in front of you.
His bronze face sank slightly.
His dark red eyes locked onto Loki in front of him.
Above the dark clouds.
Dozens of pairs of eyes stopped darting around at the same time.
This moment.
They achieved a bizarre unity.
All the pupils were fixed on Loki and Tigre.
The black mist at the weapon's tip spun wildly.
The dark red line on the blade edge was extremely bright.
Im is about to attack.