Chapter 3357 Still Alive

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Slowly waking up from that unbearable memory, Galen looked at the butterfly girl in front of him and actually smiled.

"I've really kept you waiting for a long time, Lord Belial. I'm here to fulfill our original agreement."

"It's okay, it's not long at all. Isn't the fragrant wine that has been brewing for thousands of years even more intoxicating?" Beryl chuckled, the butterfly wings behind his back fluttering happily, like an elegant and noble girl, and like Is she a lively and active little girl with so many faces that it’s hard to fathom her true nature, or is it true that each one of them is her true nature?

"In order to watch this good show, I specifically turned down another good show. Uh-huh... Although that good show may be more exciting, the thought that it is a fine wine that has been aged for thousands of years adds emotional value. , so I decided to come here.”

Having said this, Belial showed a narrow smile: "Another good show, your student is the protagonist? Do you want to know? You must really want to know, right?"

The innocent and cute expression that day was like a child hiding a secret to show off to adults.

"I don't want to." Galen shook his head and said with a wry smile: "This is a lie. However, I know your character, Mr. Belial, and I will not jump into the trap foolishly. So what if I knew it?" Having come this far, can you still turn back? Instead of doing this, it is better to abandon everything and play the protagonist of this scene well. Lord Belial, do you think I am right? "

"It's not fun at all. Maybe after all, it has been aged for too long and there are some flaws." In an instant, Beryl's face became extremely cold. Even Gallon, who had been chasing her for a thousand years, was also moved by this change. Belial was secretly frightened by the murderous aura emanating from his body.

"Forget it, just destroy the toys that are not fun...did you think I would say that? I lied to you, hehehe."

The previous sentence made Galen, a strong man with thousands of years of experience, think that Beryl would kill him. The next moment, Beryl once again blossomed and showed an innocent smile.

"Lord Belial, you really haven't changed at all." Gallon took a long breath and felt a slight chill on his back. Although he had already put life and death aside, no, it would be better to say that at the beginning, when he stepped into the fog, I never thought I could leave alive.

However, being treated as a useless toy and being wantonly destroyed was not the ending he wanted. After a thousand years of wasting and torture, he had to at least do something before leaving, right?

"Really?" Beryl blinked his clear and curious eyes and tilted his head. This small move that could instantly charm a large group of lolicons made Galen more and more afraid.

"I still don't understand why you chose me at that time. Lord Belial, can you help me, a dying person, solve my doubts for the last time?"

"Why? I didn't think about it that much. It was just an idea that suddenly came up. I thought it was fun, so I did it. After all, one more toy means more fun, right?"

"Really? I knew the answer would be this. I just wanted to hear it for myself. People always make mistakes occasionally... no, they often make mistakes."

Gallen looked at the other person's expression and knew that she was not lying. Although Hao was known as the Demon King of Illusions and Lies, to be fair, let alone every word that came out of her mouth, even every breath that she exhaled could not be believed.

However, Galen believed it, believing that Beryl did it because he was really bored and just wanted to add another toy. Now, as an old man who is about to decay, he is no longer qualified to let the other party play tricks.

"It is precisely because of this, precisely because he is such a human being, that he is interesting and worthy of my passionate love again and again." His pure eyes showed a little fanaticism. Seeing Belial like this, Galen suddenly felt excited for some reason. Some absurd, undeserved pity.

Thousands of years of torture had already made his heart numb and rotten. What about Belial? It is said to be an existence older than the three demon gods. How many thousands of years has it lived? Her wisdom and knowledge may be becoming a burden, or even a disease, causing her to frantically look for new pleasures to prove that she is still alive and wants to live.

Isn't it the same for myself?

"I don't understand." Gallen shook his head.

"Since I have become Lord Belial's new toy, why have I been left alone for another thousand years?"

The fragments of memories are connected again. The lost young Galen accepts Belial's suggestion like a ghost, and seeks the power of revenge from the person who should take revenge. A scene that he thought would only happen in a stage play, actually happened. come alive in reality.

After that, as the only insider of the disappeared villages and missing civilians, he concealed the facts and lied to the alliance that he was out at that time. When he came back, the village and people had disappeared, and he had no idea what happened.

Then, change jobs! Experience! Become stronger! revenge!

Three hundred years later, the enemy appeared for the second time, but he was unable to catch up.

Five hundred years later, the enemy appeared for the third time. He finally caught up and successfully stopped the enemy with his strength that had reached the limit of human beings. However, his revenge was still unsuccessful.

Now, thousands of years later, it's time to do a thorough understanding.

Gallen's eyes darkened slightly: "I thought Lord Belial would let me betray the alliance. However, after a thousand years, I seemed to have been completely forgotten and became an abandoned son. Of course, for me, That’s a good thing.”

As early as when he reached the deal with Belial, Galen had decided that if Belial allowed himself to betray the alliance and harm his companions, he would rather die than let the other party succeed in his conspiracy.

However, a hundred years have passed, hundreds of years have passed, and a thousand years have passed. Gallen realized that it seemed that he was too passionate and thought that he was too important. If he hadn't met here again today, if he hadn't been in the mist, He really thought that Beryl had completely forgotten about the dusty memories he had experienced personally.

"Didn't I say it? You are just a pawn that I played casually, and I didn't have much expectations. Of course, it would be wrong to say that there were none. Seven hundred years ago, you disappointed me. Two hundred years ago, You finally brought me some dessert, and now is the time for you, a dispensable chess piece, to burn yourself and become the remaining warmth of the next big stage."

After saying that, she lightly covered her lips in boredom and yawned. Her patience was almost exhausted and she lightly snapped her fingers.

Boom—Boom—Boom—

A giant shadow like a hill revealed its huge outline from the mist. Every time it took a step, the ground shook violently and trembled. It gradually walked towards this side, and the air began to be filled with the feeling of extreme hunger. The atmosphere seems to have returned to the barbaric era, leaving only a monotonous theme - eating and being eaten.

"Really? I, this toy, have lost the qualification to stand on the chessboard? Anyway, originally, if..." Faced with Belial's fading away and the appearance of the terrifying giant shadow, Galen murmured to himself and looked at the scene in front of him. Turning a blind eye to the huge crisis, he lowered his head, groped in his cloak for a moment, took out a handful of spices, put it on the tip of his nose like a treasure, and sniffed intoxicatedly.

"Agina, Aegina, I seem to want to thank our enemy. If it weren't for it, I would have thought that I had even forgotten you."

The giant shadow was getting closer and closer, but he was still lowering his head and sniffing, as if he was hugging his lover and unwilling to let go.

At the beginning, he was full of hatred for his enemies, and he continued to work hard in order to have enough strength to take revenge.

Then, Lian was full of hatred for himself, hating himself at that time for why he didn't have the courage to raise the iron sword.

Later, fear began, and the scenery of the village began to fade in my mind. Aunt Ramka's figure, Aegina's smile, and the charming fragrance of her body began to become a little blurry in my memory.

Therefore, I began to hate myself again for forgetting something so precious.

Then, even the appearance of his enemy began to fade away.

I hate myself for being numb.

I hate myself and forget to hate myself.

I hate myself for not knowing whether I am still alive or not.

It wasn't until in the fog, as a spectator, that he experienced that memory again, that Gallen suddenly discovered it.

It turns out that it's not that I forgot, but that these memories have become part of the flesh and blood soul, just like the omnipresent air.

Yes, it's not that I forgot, I just got used to it.

It turns out that he is still alive.

Galen smiled, tugged on his cloak and threw it away.

It turns out that I don't need these spices.

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