The Last Dark King

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

He didn't know what to say, so he could only quickly take off his shirt and lie on the bed.

After a while, I felt a slight chill on my back. The nun put her soft and slightly cold hands on both sides of her shoulder blades and began to stroke gently, with warm water dripping down her back.

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

The faint incense lingered in his nose. It was only at this moment that Rhodes' spirit completely relaxed. The unknown, fear, and death, and the anxiety, sensitivity, and melancholy they brought, truly left him.

He felt like he was lying in the gentle water town, and his soul was completely relaxed.

A soft singing sound came to my ears.

“I bring fresh rain from rivers and oceans to thirsty flowers;

I waved the flail of hail and beat the green fields until they were covered with silver..."

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In the dreamlike singing, Rhodes felt that his soul was burning, his body became light and airy, as if floating in the boundless universe, and his soul soared into the sky, plunging into the empty and boundless darkness.

However, the next moment, my headache suddenly became severe, and I could clearly feel the tearing pain, accompanied by the dull pain of a heavy blow.

Rhodes screamed, knelt on the ground, and held his head. The pain was so clear, just like the anesthesia disappeared when the tooth was extracted before. Every detail of the doctor's forceps touching the bad tooth was reflected in the brain, causing the nerves to collapse. .

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

This is a world more like a dream.

He stood in the gray, dim mist, with pale soil under his feet that seemed to have lost its color.

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

"What, what's going on?"

Rhodes felt like his head was in a mess, and the intense pain made his thinking blur.

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

A stone monument.

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

It is about three meters high, square in shape, gradually narrowing from bottom to top, like an obelisk.

The monument is covered with cracks.

And directly in front of it, there was a humanoid black shadow hitting it violently.

With each blow of it came a dull ache in his mind, so synchronized that it was as if the obelisk were his nerves.

Before Rhodes could recover, the shadow spotted him, turned around and pounced at him at an alarming speed.

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

The instinct of survival made Rhodes struggle desperately, but the power of the black shadow far exceeded him. Every heavy blow brought soul-breaking pain. It had no facial features, only two frightening red lights, but gave people a A twisted hatred and an urge to kill him.

After the continuous blows, Rhodes' will began to weaken, 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, even though it was of no use.

Am I done?

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

Is this the end for me?

he thought desperately.

At this moment, a golden light cut through the darkness and penetrated from the black shadow's chest.

Rhodes subconsciously raised his hand and touched this inch of golden light.

The next moment, as if his instinct was triggered, Rhodes grasped it suddenly, as if he was holding a sharp blade of light.

Without any hesitation, he suddenly pulled out the sharp blade.

The black shadow's chest was torn open. It had no facial features, but its expression was extremely painful. It had no voice, but its neighing sound seemed to be transmitted through its soul.

The next moment, the black shadow split into pieces, and along with a strange whine, it turned into countless black dust and dispersed in the air.

It wasn't until the last trace of black disappeared into the gray mist that Rhodes came back to his senses.

He lay there for a while and then slowly stood up. He was surprised to find that there were no wounds or bleeding on his body.

"How is this going?"

Rhodes was in a daze and still a little shocked.

He looked down and saw that the golden light on his hand was still there.

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

Rhodes held the golden light in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. It was somewhere between materiality and illusion, like solidified jelly and melted gold. It was irregularly long, like a section of intercepted sunlight.

"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 restoring itself. The blue-gray stone surface was healing and countless cracks were disappearing.

And as the stone tablet recovered, the severe pain in his head also disappeared, like the ebbing sea, and soon there was only a slight lingering pain beating on the nerves.

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

Rhodes felt like he had turned into a hundred thousand whys and questions in his head.

"Why does this stone tablet seem to be in sync with my spirit? Am I in the microscopic world and my nerves are so thick? In fact, my intelligence is far superior to Einstein's?"

"Well, this possibility is not impossible..."

Rhodes carefully stretched out his hand and gently touched the obelisk.

The next moment, the surface of the monument became dark, like the deep night sky, and tiny lights dotted the background, like fireflies under the night sky.

"what is this?"

Rhodes looked at these light spots curiously. They were very dim and almost extinguished.

Only the middle one was slightly brighter, emitting a dark red light, like a pile of embers that had just been extinguished.

When Rhodes focused his attention on the dark red star, many small words appeared in the red light.

But he didn't know any of them.

wipe.

Rhodes made up his mind that as long as there was a chance, he would sweep away the blindness.

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

But the other light spots didn't respond. They were small and dim, and disappeared if you didn't pay attention, just like hallucinations.

Rhodes looked at it for a while, but found nothing new.

Just as he was about to exit, out of the corner of his eye he suddenly noticed a slender dark red flame on the base of the stone tablet.

"Huh? When did this appear?"

Rhodes moved his gaze, and the moment he looked at it, a line of information appeared directly in his mind.

[Flowers on the cold shore, the soul of the northern prince Hegeor]

"What is this? A soul?"

Rhodes looked at it for a few seconds and then moved his gaze back to the dark red light spot.

"Are they related?"

"Well, it's all dark red firelight. If we add it..."

The next moment, Rhodes watched in surprise as the flames floated up, flew towards the dark light spot in the stone tablet, submerged into it, and was swallowed by it.

The dark red light spots became brighter, and the stars boiled, as if they were burning.

A strange feeling arose in Rhodes, the obelisk began to glow, and the whole world seemed different.

The golden light in his hand suddenly dispersed, turning into countless golden dots and sinking into the obelisk.

"……what happened?"

Rhodes was confused. Just when he was about to study it carefully, he suddenly felt a heavy weight on his body and felt a strong falling feeling. Everything in front of him became blurred.

When he came to his senses, he was back in the dim room, still lying on the bed, and the nun's singing was still surrounding his ears.

"…I laugh silently at my own empty tomb,

Drill out of the rain cave,

Like a baby leaving its mother's body, like a ghost flying away from the cemetery..."

But her soft, boneless hands were not at ease. She gently slid across his waist and down his back, feeling a tingling sensation like an electric shock.

boom!

The door was knocked open.

An aunt who was three meters wide rushed in and roared:

"Confinement! No. 7! You are in confinement!"

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

PS2: Three meters wide is an adjective