Chapter 660 Heart

"Huh... am I dead?"

Haierbo opened his eyes, and he could only see a blur of earth in his cloudy vision. He struggled to get up, but his body was exhausted. He pressed his chest with one hand and pushed him back on the bed.

"You are seriously injured, Lord Hai Erbo, you need to rest and recuperate."

Tom's voice came into his ears, and as the voice was converted into words in his mind, and then understood the meaning of the sentence, Haierbo's chaotic consciousness gradually recovered, and the details of the surrounding environment gradually became full and loose. His pupils condensed with difficulty, the earth color in his eyes was the roof of the mud embryo, and the pungent herbal smell permeated the surrounding air. He turned his head slowly, feeling his body was tightly wrapped in bandages, In the corner, I saw Tom setting up a fire to boil medicine.

The seer, who had just been recruited not long ago, looked in a state of distress. He was sitting on a stool made of two simple bricks. His precious crystal ball was broken into several pieces and scattered on the ground. His robe and face were covered with flames. There are no traces, only the willow branches used to stir the medicine pot are the only thing that has not been burnt.

Tom deftly threw a golden beetle into the pot. After a while, the room began to have a sour smell of a hundred-year-old mat. Even Haierpo, who was dull of senses, found the smell disgusting, but Tom seemed Not affected by the smell, after adding several seasonings one after another, he took out a dirty wooden spoon, scooped out a spoonful of thick green potion, and brought it to Haierbo's mouth.

Hai Erbo didn't resist, and he didn't have the strength to resist, not to mention, what could he lose?

The potion just out of the pot was still bubbling hot. He swallowed it in one gulp, and the burning pain spread along the esophagus to his whole body. He could finally feel his numb limbs, but he still couldn't control them.

"Why are you here?" Haierbo stared blankly at the ceiling, opened his mouth, let out a hot breath, and said weakly, "You should have died when I split my soul."

"Those powerful lightning bolts didn't hurt me, Master Haierbo," Tom replied flatly, "Although they are dense, they still leave a trace of life for the faithful servant."

"Then you shouldn't be here either," Haierbo smiled, and the terrifying laughter that should have been full of oppression squeezed out from his weak body, revealing a hint of sadness at the back, "I want your life, You should leave me."

"Since fate didn't stop my life at that moment, it means it has other arrangements for me," Tom smiled, "Maybe my mission is to help you out of temporary danger, and I am loyal to your future The great cause that will be built cannot be shaken by minor setbacks."

"A tiny setback...?" Haierbo was silent for a moment, then said, "You can still boil potions."

"This is a skill that a mediocre wizard like me can learn." Tom fed another spoonful of medicine to Haierbo. "It only needs perseverance and repeated trials and practice."

"Really?" Haierbo felt his taste buds come back, and couldn't help but said, "It tastes like toad vomit."

"Do you still know the smell of that thing?" Tom smiled. Obviously, Hai Erbo, who has exposed his weak side, is no longer so crazy and arrogant. He is still unwilling to ask for help, but he will not push the helping hand away either, " Good advice is harsh, but good medicine is bitter, Master Haierbo, in order to restore your health, you still need to be patient."

"Really?" Haierbo showed a bitter smile, and the corner of his mouth curled up to touch the burn on his face, but he was even more joyful, the pain meant that his skin was still alive at least, the pain made him tremble for a moment, he suddenly His eyes widened, and he asked urgently, "Where is that person...?"

Haierbo's body couldn't help trembling, his memory recalled the moment before he passed out, the flames that could burn everything surrounded a cage like a colosseum, and he was a wild beast surrounded by spectators for fun, a A bereaved dog who lost everything, he couldn't even stand up. Haierbo seemed to have returned to the days when he was a slave and was locked in a box full of poisonous snakes by his master for people to watch.

He clearly remembered the first time he heard the snake's words on the day when he was on the verge of collapsing from fear amidst the swarm of snakes.

Hai Erbo was so thin when he was a child, that when the slave trader opened the wooden barrel to check him, he didn't see the young child sleeping at the bottom at the first time, and hurriedly asked the snake catcher who brought the prey to take him away. Those terrible snakes were poured into a bucket and sealed, and Hai Erbo, a malnourished and dying boy, was awakened by the whispers of the snakes.

"You are pitiful……"

"The poor thing can't even slip through the cracks."

"Look at his teeth, I'm afraid they can only chew the soft bran."

"Let's eat him, this fragile thing is only suitable for food..."

Unlike most Parseltongues in history, Haierbo's first communication with the snake was not pleasant, so that when his master finally remembered the slave he had just bought after a drunken hangover, he opened the box and saw What he saw was a horrifying scene—the corners of Haierbo's mouth and chest were covered with the snake's cold blood. He was holding a snake that had been bitten off and was still wriggling in his hand, sucking its flesh and blood. The fragile teeth that bite the bran are biting its hard scales, and the snakes that were wrongly packed in the barrel by the slave trader fled in all directions. They didn't even care about the instinct to attack the person who opened the barrel, because there were Scary stuff to flee from.

His master finally realized that he had picked up the treasure, and Haierbo began his cave-walking performances since then. He was proud of his Parseltongue, and hated the ability that this kind of monster had, so he created A creature that resembles a snake, but is stronger and more terrifying than a snake, and completely different from a snake, serves as the endorsement of its dominion over everything——the top poisonous toad hatched from a rooster's egg, the basilisk.

The moment he ordered the snake to bite his master's throat and hid in Pythia's father's fishing boat and set out to sea, he felt that he would represent an indomitable and defiant power that would give him everything he wanted, And the years of painstaking research on magic also gave him the gift he deserved from fate.

But at this moment, everything about him no longer exists. Haierbo's power, wealth, harvested loyalty, etc., all rely on his power to sweep everything, and all the people who tried to challenge him were tortured and killed along the way They have also become stepping stones to his power, kneeling at his feet as the stairs leading to the temple at the top of Sicily, so he fears everyone who might threaten him, and is keen to destroy them, but when someone can defeat him At that time, the foundation of loyal existence disappeared without a trace.

"That guy... that guy..."

Haierbo couldn't think of any words to describe the man who defeated him the moment he met him. He could feel that the man's power was similar to his own, but much stronger than his own. The shattered fragments of his dream fell on him. In my heart, I took a closer look, it was not a dream of power and hegemony, but a delusion of a lowly slave.

"He left after leaving the fire there, and he didn't seem to be able to stay there for too long," Tom said, looking at the broken crystal ball on the ground. I was not allowed to spy on him, and after paying a certain price, I realized that he cannot exist in reality for too long, maybe he is really the legendary Hermes."

"Is it really Hermes?" Haierbo closed his eyes and pondered, "Is this the real god?"

"There are no gods in this world, my lord, you know, they are just sculptures made by ignorant people, and you are the first one who can touch the throne of gods," Tom said, having changed a pot of new soup, the pot of medicine The smell was worse than the last pot. "That should be a costly but powerful magic. This is also the reason why the man who calls himself Hermes dares to challenge you."

"That's really strong."

"But you did not fail under this magic, my lord, his price is equally miserable," Hearing Tom's consolation, Hai Erbo remembered the same tragic price of Nelson who fought with him, and nodded gently, seeing Hai Erbo Expressing approval, Tom continued, "The same magic will not work a second time, and I believe that when you meet him next time, he will be defeated by your hands. This is what I saw in fate. As a result, the process is tortuous, but the fruit of victory is so sweet."

"You can really see fate... Igor Karkaroff."

Hai Erbo snorted coldly. He had some doubts about Tom's real purpose. After all, if he was really a prophet, why didn't he foretell his miserable defeat? But on the other hand, all the information provided by Tom is true. He successfully created a split in the fleeing team, successfully predicted Nelson's route, and successfully allowed Hai Erbo to complete the interception at the right time and at the right place. Having also managed to anticipate the cost of "Hermes the Triple Great", he did not say what would happen to him.

"Why don't you turn from darkness to light?"

"Fate told me that Igor Karkaroff should help you."

Haierbo didn't ask, he knew that the first prophet who actively followed him in more than ten years had no fewer secrets than him, but as Tom said, Igor Karkarov was the only one who could tell him at this moment. The person who extended his helping hand, he sighed, closed his eyes, and lay on the musty-smelling pillow, reminiscing about the confrontation of the previous second, feeling the aftermath of the curse coming from his chest, savoring the despair that made him feel... In the pain of tearing, he sighed: "It's really powerful...the power of a god is nothing more than that."

Feeling empty in his heart, Haierbo's ears were surprisingly quiet. Tom was carefully controlling the fire, holding his breath and did not answer his words. I can't hear my heartbeat.

heartbeat?

His attention was focused on his chest, and under the thick bandages, it fed back to him as a void of nothingness. His heart, crushed by the curse, did not respond to his perception. It seemed... not to exist. up.

Haierbo swallowed, and asked softly, "Where are we...?"

Tom didn't answer him. He threw a few herbs into the pot in a way that dazzled Haierbo, wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve, and then replied: "We are in Alexandria, my lord."

"Where is this?" Haierbo sniffed the dry air around, and asked a little irritably, "I don't seem to have heard of this place."

"Egypt, my lord," Tom said while stirring the medicinal soup, "I have always felt the warning of fate in the land of Greece, and I simply crossed the Mediterranean Sea to Egypt, where there is sunshine and living people who can be traded. And no one knows you, you won't be hunted down by your opponents, you're wrapped in bandages that I brought out of a Pharaoh's shroud from one of the pyramids, the Egyptians are well versed in the magic of life and healing , it helps your burns recover, that kind of flame is very special, my magic power is low, there is no way to heal your wounds."

"How long have I been hurt?"

"You have been in a coma for two months," Tom said looking out of the window, and said that it was a window, but it was just a hole cut in the wall. This was a small mud house facing the sea. Suddenly, a boundless dark cloud could be seen, and the green thunderstorm was washing the ground under the dark cloud. Tom took a deep breath and said, "The majestic cloud is still there, and your loyal servant is waiting on Sicily, tens of thousands Ji's newborn souls are waiting for your call, they will fulfill your wrath only when you heal your scars and give your order!"

"Ahem!"

Hai Erbo coughed violently, as if he didn't believe Tom's ambition.

Tom turned his back to him, looking at the calm coast outside the window, his smile was fleeting, he quickly turned around and poured the potion for Hai Erbo.

"What's wrong with my heart?" The inaudible heartbeat made Haierbo extremely irritable. He stared at Tom in a daze, raised his bandage-wrapped hand with difficulty, and pointed to his chest.

"Master Haierbo, you have a heart that everyone can envy."

Tom held up a beating heart covered with black hair from behind. The moment he took out the heart, the room was instantly filled with the wailing of the dead.

Twisted and terrifying ghosts spewed out from the ever-expanding and contracting arterial sections. They gushed out from the gap in the arteries, biting each other continuously, becoming stronger and stronger, and the scattered fragments of the devoured souls also quickly condensed. Become a new ghost, rushing towards the food in front, the torrent of soul flows around the outside of the heart, and then drills back to the atrium through the opening of the calm veins, surrounding this powerful organ that is not like a human heart like a star ring of a planet, Haier Bo's vision was a little blurred, and in a trance, he saw these reincarnated souls gathered together, like a snake devouring its tail.

"What a perfect structure, what an exquisite magic...Master Hai Erbo, your heart was devoured by those souls who dared to betray, but they have become a part of you, it is an eternal existence, an impeccable closed loop," Tom said. His expression was more excited than Haierbo's, and his tone was even more sharp. Looking at Haierbo, his eyes were full of longing, "The dark clouds you created captured these ghosts and condensed them into a new heart. Fortunately, you woke up early Otherwise, I will miss the moment when I send it back to my chest, this moment will be remembered by history, it is the first step to ascend to the gods, and it is the door to eternity from the short life of human beings!"

Haierbo struggled to turn to Tom, staring fixedly at the hairy heart in Tom's hand, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart, and finally said "thank you".

It was perhaps the first time he had said the word in more than a decade.