Chapter 257 ? Egg of Dream Condensation: The Sun That Never Sets

The first saint of justice was Sisyphus, who was directly related to the fall of the Skycarriage in the past.

And Sisyphus is not an Yatheran—nor is it any of the ancient races such as elves, dragons, and giants. It is a gigantic cross of pale flames...

Long before Sisyphus ascended to the gods, it was already preparing for its own fall. Because for Sisyphus, who is a fire element, the death of an individual is irrelevant, "fire is originally passed down from generation to generation."

For the same bonfire, even if more firewood is added every day to keep the fire burning, but for the fire element, the burning fire has already changed; , Then there is also a connection between these two different fires.

This is "passing fire".

Death as an individual is irrelevant, because as long as someone inherits what is his, it is the new Sisyphus. It's like a fire with new wood added. The flame never goes out, but the fire is different.

Sisyphus once swore before the hand of the sky chariot that if one day it will perish, it will never be extinguished on the ground, it will be broken in the sky.

At that time, all kinds of fires will rain down...which naturally includes the "Flame of Justice" as its core.

When someone picks up the flame of justice, they will inherit the position and mission of Sisyphus and embark on this path again.

This source of fire that inherits its desire and strength is the earliest "sacred bone" in the world - the Heart of Justice.

Naturally, it cannot be seen after cutting open the chest cavity, the pulsating piece of flesh with holes for pumping blood. It's a mass of extremely restrained temperature, like colloidal fire.

It's not a sphere, it looks like a squeeze slime decompression toy.

If you put it on the ground, it can make everyone around you warm up, just like sitting by a campfire; In the hand, it is estimated that the aroma that will make people miss the barbecue dry dish will soon be released...

But in addition, it cannot be transported by car or bag. Although the Holy Skeleton has a weak consciousness and can hardly do anything without a host...but at least it can escape.

Even if you put it in your backpack, it will escape by itself if you don't pay attention.

Because of this, Zhi Ji chose the safest means of transportation.

——After she transformed into a dragon form,

Swallowed the heart of justice directly.

After all, Zhi Ji couldn't maintain a dragon posture to enter the subway...not all gods have the means of super long-distance teleportation.

In order to prevent the light and heat overflowing from the Heart of Justice from disturbing and hurting ordinary people around, Zhi Ji could only turn her body into a package for transporting goods. In this case, she can completely transform into a human form and go to the underground city, find Annan and spit out the heart of justice.

Anyway, the god's body actually has no digestive function at all, so don't worry about her really digesting the holy bones. The essence of the god's body is just a projection, which is actually similar to the body used by players.

Moreover, that fire is not easy to digest...

"……what?"

But before Zhi Jifei returned to the United Kingdom, she suddenly shuddered and let out a voice of astonishment.

That feeling, as if he had made some mistake and was stared coldly by Jawon behind him.

The next moment, Zhi Ji felt the icy snow falling on her body.

It's just a mind-boggling effort... The world in front of me was suddenly submerged by heavy snow all over the sky. The blizzard even completely blocked her sight - even though this couldn't stop a real god, the chill hidden in the blizzard still made Zhi Ji realize something.

She flapped her wings and hovered in mid-air.

Zhi Ji asked in a low voice in awe: "Grandma...is that you?

"—Are you awake?!"

There was a hint of joy in her voice.

No matter how the old grandmother treats her... Zhi Ji is a portrait of an old grandmother after all. She always has a kind of admiration for the real body in the painting.

"Sally, you don't have to call me grandma...forget it, you can do whatever you want."

A voice similar to Zhi Ji's voice, but more majestic and noble, with a bit of the lazy and hoarse voice of the dragon just waking up, faintly resounded in the snow: "You came to the cold winter, are you here?" What to do?"

"I'm here to help Annan get his heart of justice!"

Zhi Ji replied immediately.

As she spoke, she spat out the Heart of Justice.

Now that the old grandmother has woken up, there is no need to worry about it escaping.

"...The Heart of Sisyphus?"

The old grandmother's voice was faintly visible in the blizzard, and she seemed a little surprised: "Annan wants to become a saint of justice? Isn't he the sky car of this generation?"

"I speculate that Annan should be planning to soar together with a righteous heart..."

"That's it."

The old grandmother thought for a while, and said in a deep voice: "I slept too deeply... Although I talked to Annan a few times when I was half asleep and half awake, I can't remember what I said. Mingming nurse He should be my responsibility... I really trouble you."

"No, no, no trouble..."

"Since there is nothing wrong with his idea, let him do it."

The old grandmother's peaceful voice came from the wind: "I'll check the situation of the Duke of Winter first. I have been asleep for too long... Some people will forget my existence. Although there is an excellent Grand Duke like Annan, But it is inevitable that they see Annan as young and bully him.

"When Annan's problem is resolved, let him go back to Lin Dong. It would be a pity if Grand Duke Lin Dong missed the miraculous scene of winter and spring."

"I'll tell him."

Zhi Ji replied respectfully.

Afterwards, Zhi Ji was like a student locked in the teacher's office... with her tail between her legs and her head lowered, she quickly fled here without looking back.

When she flew all the way back to the United Kingdom, took the subway to the Gray Tower, and saw Annan again, she breathed a sigh of fear.

Zhi Ji hugged Annan in her arms, rubbed Annan's head vigorously, and murmured: "Your grandmother is so fierce..."

"...Grandmother has woken up already?"

Annan was a little surprised: "I thought it would be a few more days.

"But... why didn't the old grandmother contact me after she woke up?"

The old grandma wouldn't forget herself by drinking the baby's milk, would she?

Annan was a little worried for a moment.

Zhi Ji smiled lightly and said: "No, it's just because you are underground and the old grandmother can't contact you.

"You know, when I flew back, I saw that the whole world was snowing—that's all about the Endless Glacier, but it was snowing even in the United Kingdom and the Theocracy, and even in the Living Desert.

"You know, it's August now! This must be the old grandmother just waking up and preparing to collect new information about the world through the snowstorm. When the snow falls, the old grandmother will know that you are no longer in winter."

When Zhi Ji said this, she was stunned for a moment and thoughtfully said: "The rotten man has been hiding underground recently, and this may be the reason..."

"Okay, Your Excellency Zhi Ji. Give me the Heart of Justice, the ceremony is ready."

The gray craftsman at the side said with a smile: "Annan, you can lie on the bed first... the bed facing the stove.

"After you enter the nightmare, I will cut out your winter heart. Otherwise, you will have to be anesthetized first, which will be more procrastinating."

I get it, it's the bed that looks like it's about to be cremated.

Now at least it's taken a step back... It becomes a bed that looks like it's going to be dissected after lying on it.

Annan complained in his heart.

But he still lay peacefully on it and closed his eyes.

Graysmith held the Heart of Justice in one hand, and chanted in a low voice:

"The heart of justice, selfless and uncowardly;

"He who bears fire would rather die than be defeated;

"Death and fire continue, and people flee from fire;

"When the lamb looks up, there must be a star—"

With his chanting, the righteous heart held in his hand like a luminous slime was suddenly aroused and released a more brilliant brilliance.

Ripples of light, like the pumping of the heart, spread out from under it circle after circle, making Annan and Zhi Ji's long hair fly up and dance as if blown by the wind.

It was suspended in the air and turned into a sphere. After being placed in the center of the ceremony by the graysmith, black and red rune chains protruded from the surroundings, extending to lock it in the very center.

And the heart of justice did not struggle, it was suspended in the middle safely.

"The next thing is the egg of Meng Ning...Your Excellency Zhi Ji, do you want to watch it?"

Gray Craftsman asked Zhi Ji politely.

Zhi Ji hesitated for a moment, but still nodded: "The old grandmother asked me to bring Annan there... I don't have anything to do recently, so I can just stay here."

What she actually meant was to help Annan take care of him.

Even though Gray Craftsman was quite qualified as an ancient god, Zhi Ji was still a little uneasy about putting Annan's life and death in his hands.

The gray craftsman didn't care.

He just said with a smile: "It is also my honor to have such a beautiful witness as you."

Witness—that's a pretty high EQ statement.

But speaking of it, can Zhi Ji count as Party A...

Annan muttered, closed his eyes, relaxed his mental defenses, and let himself fall into sleep.

He has always been exceptionally good at manipulating his own body.

Before Annan crossed over, he could make himself fall asleep stably within three minutes, even when he was suffering from headaches such as a cold and fever.

And maybe this is one of my talents...

Annan thought so, and gradually lost consciousness.

This time, he didn't feel a sense of falling the moment he entered the nightmare like ordinary nightmares, but everything around him gradually became silent.

——Boom!

Annan heard the sound of his own heartbeat very clearly.

The sound was like a drum from outside the sky, pumping every blood vessel in his body. Annan's whole body was shaking.

——Boom!

——Boom!

Annan gradually felt that the interval between two heartbeats was getting longer and longer... even the beating became more and more "steady". It's like a basketball falling to the ground, bouncing lower each time.

till the end.

——Boom boom.

After the last beat, Annan never heard his own heartbeat again.

Between sleeping and waking, Annan heard the sound of moths flapping their wings.

And the gentle voice of a middle-aged man:

"My story begins when a new sun rises."

An update of more than 3,000 words, here you go!

I was not in a good mood today. I started writing at three o'clock in the afternoon, and I only got 2,000 when I wrote it at one o'clock in the morning. I thought it would be like this. But because I promised to have a nightmare today, I wrote more than a thousand words and worked a little overtime.

It's already 3:20, Mr. Work and Rest—(Sorrowful)