Volume 4 copy Chapter 14 I'm Dead (Part 2)
This was a magical and terrifying darkness that seemed familiar. It made me feel as if everything in the world was piled up together, entangled into a bottomless hole, stuffed directly into my eyelids, and as if the world suddenly became extremely empty, boundless, and nothing. In this thick and pure monochrome world, I can't say that I am sane, but it seems that I am not completely ignorant. In the haze, I seem to be able to feel myself dissipating little by little, and this dissipation is completely different from the death of the body - when the body dies, it will leave a corpse, waiting for the insects and ants to gnaw and rot little by little; but now I feel that I am completely disappearing.
The soul of the human being named "Jeffreys Kidd" seemed to no longer exist. It was completely immersed in the darkness and became part of this boundless nothingness.
There is no beautiful Miss Death, no black and white world seen in the soul state, no state of death as light as a swallow, no, everything that my space-related friends have experienced and talked about does not exist. My death is a real and complete end. Nothing can be left, and there will be no chance to start over.
My memory tells me that death came in just a moment. I opened my eyes again almost as soon as I closed them. What I saw was still the dark, damp and filthy underground tomb. The Tauren Shaman Krado was standing in front of me. He had just completed the magic of "Soul Mark" and brought me back to life.
But my "feeling" told me something completely different. The overwhelming black tide of death was too violent, and the feeling of despair could not be measured in one or two simple time units. I seemed to have just escaped from a tunnel leading to "eternity". Although it might only be a moment in this world, it seemed like an eternity to me.
Only then did I have the opportunity to feel fear. The fear at this time was completely different from the feeling of fighting to the death against a powerful enemy just now. It was an absolute, overwhelming fear that completely devoured courage and froze the soul. It even surpassed fear itself, making people frustrated and bored. My mind was in a mess, as if my mind had not yet escaped from the endless darkness. My limbs were cold and stiff, and I couldn't move at all - it was not that something trapped me, but that I didn't want to control them at all. A giant beast called despair was entrenched in my mind, grabbing my consciousness and making my mind blank. Only one thing became extremely clear: I was different from my friends in the sky. If I died, I would really disappear forever, instead of being able to die and come back to life countless times like them.
Krado's sturdy figure danced anxiously in front of my eyes, his wide mouth opened and closed at me, bringing some chaotic noises, and then he patted my shoulder and pointed at the fiercely fighting group. He seemed to be saying something, but I didn't know what he was saying. Although I didn't understand what he was saying before, this time it was completely different. His voice was like a gust of confused breeze, bypassing my ears directly and not entering my eardrums at all.
The resurrection spell alarmed Marquis Meneval. He raised his head and howled, strode forward and charged violently, approaching us. In a trance, I watched this ferocious behemoth approaching me step by step. I couldn't move at all. Marquis Meneval looked ten thousand times more terrifying than in the previous battle. What was terrifying was not him, but what he could bring to me. I was afraid, yes, I was afraid of death, I was afraid of the end that even the last trace of my soul would dissipate in the darkness. This kind of terror trapped not only my hands and feet, but also my heart.
Standing there, I could feel my legs shaking, and beads of cold sweat flowed down my neck and into my back, drawing lines of fear, making me unable to support myself. I just wanted to escape, escape from this place that would bring me death, and go anywhere. I didn't want to stay here anymore, I didn't dare to stay here anymore, I didn't want to for a moment, but I couldn't go anywhere. It was like a horrible nightmare, making you want to wake up, but you can't wake up.
"Jeff, Kidd, Warrior..." Changgong Sheri called me out loudly using a number of different names, "...come over here and fight the monsters..."
Without me in the fight, our dwarf priest once again rushed to the front, but this time his decision was somewhat helpless. Although his magic shield "Jeet Kune Do" has strong attack power and strong defense against close combat physical damage, its resistance to magic is very ordinary. Whenever Marquis Meneval used his blood-sucking magic, Longbow Shooting Sun would always be in a mess for a while.
"I..." I wanted to say that I would be there soon, but I just opened my lips slightly and made a tiny sound that even I couldn't hear.
"…What are you doing? Come here quickly…" Another magic hit the believer of the Supreme God. He was extremely anxious and shouted at me.
I must have let them down when they needed me the most. I was even worse than a timid snail, which at least had the ability to use its hard shell to avoid danger, but I was limp and unable to obey, and could only stand there in despair.
"...Longbow Shooting Sun, you retreat first, and heal the warrior with the shaman. He may be stuck, protect him and don't let him die again. I'll hold on here first!" At this time, the voice of the Yangtze River Delta came into my ears clearly. My heart suddenly warmed up, and something warm seemed to have just been injected into my heart that was frozen by fear.
Even in such a critical moment, my friends did not laugh at my cowardice. They trusted me so much that they did not even believe in my incompetence. Instead, they faced my evasion with a friendly guess.
One after another, healing magic waves shone on my stiff body, and my vitality was constantly recovering, and soon it exceeded half. At this time, the huge vampire marquis had already rushed to me. The wanderer in leather armor and the magician with even thinner protective gear tried their best to delay him for a short time, but they were already in a precarious situation.
The Orc Wanderer stumbled back to my side. He seemed to be cursed, and was slowly but continuously losing his life. This level of injury would not have posed a threat to him, but the real fatality was that the continuous bleeding made it impossible for him to use his stealth fighting skills. He could only fight head-on with Marquis Meneval, which was bound to be a big loss. After a series of fierce battles, his life had been reduced to a very dangerous level, and it was difficult for him to withstand another heavy blow from the huge vampire.
And just at this moment, Marquis Meneval swung his huge sword and chopped at him again.
The sword was accompanied by a sharp sound of wind, which reminded me of the death I had just experienced.
Watching the sword approaching Chang Sanjiao's head, I felt like my scalp was going to explode. My mind was in a mess, and there seemed to be two voices circling around. One of them said to me: Get out of here quickly, get out of this dangerous place. Even if Chang Sanjiao dies, Changgong Sheri and Crado can help him revive. Even if these people die, they can revive themselves. If I die, then maybe everything will be over. Now, the exit to the upper level of the mausoleum has been revealed from behind the large vampire. If I run away now, it should still be in time...
He was right, he was very right, I knew everything was as he said, and for me, this should be the right choice.
But another voice just asked me quietly: What do you think death is?
Death is probably a kind of destruction of life. No matter who it is, death is the opposite of his life, even if that life has extraordinary abilities and can escape from death.
But death is death, and no one likes that kind of thing. Even though our life forms are different, the meaning of death is the same for everyone.
This fat orc standing next to me has forced himself into such a desperate situation in order to protect me. Isn’t this an act of courage and justice?
So, I had this question in my mind:
Does the fact that he can come back to life change the significance of this heroic act?
Does it mean that just because I can only die once, that my life is more valuable than his?
No, that's not right. No matter how he feels, it's the same to me. Death should never be an excuse for cowardice, and fear is only due to weakness and incompetence. This man is using his life to exchange for mine, and that's the whole meaning of the whole thing!
He did it for me, and now it’s my turn to do it.
I felt as if something in my heart suddenly opened up, becoming open and bright. Although the sense of panic still bound me, it loosened as I became more determined. My heart was still trembling timidly, and my muscles were still stiff with fear, but when I regained consciousness, I was surprised to find that I had bravely stood in front of Chang Sanjiao with a sword in hand, doing my best to block this fatal blow for him.
In a flash, metal and iron collide!
Once again, I saw my own fighting figure in the greedy and cruel scarlet eyes of Marquis Meneval.
