The days when I helped the protagonist come to power [System]

Hei Luomi frowned, looking at the puppet thread in his hand.

Just now he tried to grab a howling banshee from the valley, but the protruding puppet silk penetrated her body lightly, without the slightest sense of reality.Although he could see, hear, and even feel the fluctuations of his mental power, they seemed to be just phantoms, and he had no way of touching them.

Hei Luomi's sneak attack aroused the anger of the banshees, they stared at him fiercely with blood-red eyes, and there were rustling whispers in the valley one after another.

Let him see.Let him see.The most horrible things.

revenge.revenge.Neither of them can be let go.Can't let go.

Although Heluomi has never been to the Devil's Abyss, the Edge Black Mountain is adjacent to the Devil's Abyss, so he heard about the Howling Banshee from the mouth of the Lich.

It is said that this kind of monster is very strange. They have three heads and live by devouring the inner fear of their prey.No matter how powerful a person's spiritual power is, as long as there are fears and shadows in his heart that he doesn't want to be known to others, even if he himself seals that unbearable memory, they can easily draw it out of the other's heart. It is their unique talent.

And this kind of monster has a very strange attribute-memory sharing.Once one of them knows your secret, then the whole group will know it; once you become enemies with one of them, then you need to be against the whole group from now on.That's why there are tens of thousands of terrifying monsters in the Devil's Abyss, and the Howling Banshee's strength is average, but she can still become a monster that most people are most afraid of encountering.

Hei Luomi didn't think so.

Everyone has feelings of fear, and he was no exception.But counting his past, he didn't think that there was anything that could cause "spiritual trauma" in his heart, and it was impossible for the Howling Banshee to dig out any useful memories from him.

Moreover, his mental strength was born strong, even if he accidentally fell into the trap of the Howling Banshee, he could easily get out of it, which was completely different from those wastes whose mental protection was defeated by fear and then lost their self-awareness.These difficult banshees did not pose any threat to a mentally strong man with strong self-control like him.

Hei Luomi observed for a while, and found that not only could he not touch the other party, but also the Howling Banshee could not touch him—that is to say, the other party could not actually pose a real threat to him, so there was no need for him to hesitate here not before.

Having figured this out, Hei Luomi didn't intend to waste any more time and continued walking forward.

The howling banshees clinging to both sides of the valley let out sharp howls, and they swooped down scrambling to do their best, trying to break through Heluomi's spiritual defense.But no matter how hard they tried, the mental attack they unleashed could never go deep into the depths of that person's soul.

As if walking a long phantom corridor, countless complicated pictures passed away like smoke and dust beside Hei Luomi. These illusory images were like crumbling sand towers, which dissipated like light smoke before they took shape. Can't touch Hei Luomi's heart.

He walked forward without distraction until he caught a glimpse of an extremely familiar figure out of the corner of his eye——

— Ersie Mueller.

Hei Luomi suddenly stopped in her tracks.

He looked in amazement at the light and shadow of the broken memory, which was so broken that it was impossible to distinguish the real from the real. Although the person's appearance flashed extremely quickly, and it was even just an incomparably blurred shadow, he was really familiar with the other person, even if it was just a phantom , it is impossible for him to admit his mistake.

Why does the figure of Ersey appear in the dark memory that the Howling Banshee is trying to dig out?

To him, that person was obviously the only light in his dark life; the memories related to that person were all extremely beautiful and worth recalling.

His figure... shouldn't appear in these dark and painful memories.

As if they sensed the confusion in Heluomi's heart, the howling banshees wandering around immediately became agitated excitedly, and their bewitching whispers, like gangrene, penetrated into Heluomi's ears and into his ears everywhere. bottom of my heart.

He lied to you.lied to you.

He hides many things from you.a lot of.a lot of.

Take a look.See for yourself, your forgotten memory.

Memory doesn't lie, that's what you deserve to know.The truth you should know.

Hei Luomi stood motionless on the spot for a long time.long time.

He was very confident in his vision of seeing people, and of course he would not doubt Ersie just because of the obviously provocative words of the howling banshee.

But they had a sentence that deeply touched his secret mind.

— your forgotten memories.

He did have something he had forgotten, and that was... the memory of his previous life.

He has always been very interested in the story between his previous life and Erxi, but that person never talked much, and he would reluctantly reveal a little when asked hard.Heluomi could see that Erxi was hiding something, but he didn't know why the other party was so secretive.

Hei Luomi raised his head, staring at the mottled and flickering memories in the distance.His mental protection was too strong, and the Howling Banshee couldn't penetrate into his heart at all, and could only steal some streamer feathers superficially, and the reappeared memories were naturally blurred and fragmented.

——If he wanted to see those images clearly, he had to open up his defenses and let the power of the Howling Banshee penetrate deeply.

This is not a difficult choice, especially for a person who is confident in his willpower and mind control——

He has enough confidence that no matter what he sees, he can retreat completely without disturbing his original heart.

——Although after the event, Hei Luomi knew what he thought at the time, how ridiculously conceited he was.

***

After a small gap was opened in the barrier of spiritual protection, He Luomi immediately felt the power of the howling banshees crazily penetrating in.

The original distant light and shadow picture was infinitely drawn closer in an instant, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed. Hei Luomi looked around, and was surprised to find that this was actually the Holy Light Secret Realm during the day.

He used to... no, had he been here in his previous life?

A figure galloped past in the distant sky, Heluomi raised his head, this time, he finally saw that person clearly——

The youngest prince of the Demon Race, Erxi Muller.

At this time, the other party was not the familiar form of the human race, but the original appearance of the demon race.The huge black bone wings whipped up a swift airflow in the air. Although Heluomi couldn't see the expression of that person due to the distance, judging from the other person's eager and even embarrassed movements, he seemed to be trying to avoid something desperately. From the corner of his eye, he kept looking behind him.

Suddenly, a white light that was as dazzling as the scorching sun shot from a distance. It was like a long rainbow penetrating the sun, and it transformed into six unstoppable giant arrows halfway through. on the cliff.

"Ahhhh-!!!"

The shrill scream made Hei Luomi's heart tremble as a bystander, and he finally saw clearly that Erxi, who was nailed to the cliff, was in a very bad condition at this time - he was panting, his silver hair was messy, and his body The black battle armor was extremely damaged, and red blood was continuously dripping down his forehead, and the red cloak was also covered with dried dark red blood.

Two huge arrows pierced his bone wings, and the other four pierced his limbs and torso respectively, nailing him to the cliff in a humiliating posture.Those white arrows always exuded a scorching white light, and from time to time, a thin stream of thunder and lightning spread from above to the silver-haired man, causing his body to tremble and convulse violently.

But apart from the scream when he was shot at the beginning, no matter how painful Ersie's expression was, he didn't cry out in pain afterwards. He just bit his lips tightly and stared fiercely into the distance with blood-red eyes full of hatred.

Suddenly, a figure slowly emerged in the void, like an image in a mirror. When that person took a step forward, the blurred figure suddenly became clear.

He has black hair and black eyes, wearing a golden holy crown, wearing a snow-white holy robe, and holding a slender and bright holy sword. There are countless angels playing sacred music in the dark, and the brilliance and glory of the whole world are added to him. Anyone who sees this person will believe it without hesitation-he is the darling of the gods , is also the center of world attention.

Hei Luomi suddenly opened his eyes wide, staring at the man's face in disbelief.

That is……? !

That person had a solemn and solemn expression, he just took a step leisurely, and in an instant he was in front of the silver-haired demons.

Blood overflowed from the corner of the demon prince's mouth, and he stared fiercely at the person in front of him with a ferocious and terrifying expression, obviously hating this person to the bone.

"I have no grievances or enmities with you...why do you pursue me so hard?!"

The black-haired young man glanced at him indifferently, as if looking at a humble ant.

"Have you forgotten what you did to the temple 18 years ago?"

The silver-haired demon was stunned for a moment, and then laughed hysterically.

"It turned out to be the disgusting dregs of the temple..." Every word he said seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth, and his red magic pupils were so red that they seemed to bleed, "What? Are you here to replace that bitch Altos?" Someone came for revenge?"

The black-haired young man ignored the other party's provocation, just stared into the eyes of the silver-haired demons, and slowly raised the holy sword in his hand.

His movements were elegant and noble, as if he was performing some kind of pious ceremony, and his whole body exuded a holy light.

"I am the current holy son of the temple, named Heluomi." He said, his voice was calm and calm, without any waves, "I will complete the mission that the previous holy son failed to complete."

Without the slightest hesitation, the black-haired saint raised his hand, and the golden holy sword pierced through the chest of the silver-haired demon in an instant.

Erxi's body trembled violently, before he even had time to cry out for pain, the expression of anger and shock froze on his face, as if his life had ended at this point, he stood still forever.

——One sword kills, and death will not rest in peace.

However, this is not the end.

The white holy light spread from the pierced chest of the silver-haired demon, and they began to eat away at his body and corrode his soul, until the man's body completely disappeared in the holy light, his soul was scattered and his bones disappeared.

After finishing all this, the black-haired Son put away the holy sword. He calmly brushed the fine dust off his sleeves, turned around and stepped into the void, leaving here completely.

Outside the illusion, Hei Luomi, who witnessed the whole process, felt his blood go cold.

He really couldn't believe what he saw.

Is this the past life of him and Erxi?

In his previous life, his identity turned out to be the Holy Son, and he and Erxi were sworn enemies, and even... killed him with his own hands?

No.

He didn't believe it.

He doesn't believe it! !

This is not true! ! !It is impossible for me to do such a thing! ! !

But a very small voice sounded from the bottom of his heart, like a poisonous snake that had been dormant for a long time, it swam out of the darkness, stretched out a long snake letter, and hissed and whispered in his ear.

--This is real.

——Accept the reality, this is your past.

……Yes.

No matter how unwilling to accept and believe it, he still understands in his heart: this is indeed not a phantom, but a reality that he has personally experienced.

The Howling Banshees can't fabricate plots and scenes that don't exist, what they are good at is just digging - no matter how long and deep they are hidden, even if it is a memory that will never be recalled, as long as it has actually happened, they will definitely be able to recover from it. Extract this memory from the soul of the prey, and let it be clearly displayed in front of that person until it completely breaks his spirit.

Although he still barely maintained his composure, Heluomi felt that more and more cracks had appeared in the barrier of spiritual defense in his heart, but his current mental state was extremely unstable, and he was unable to strengthen and repair it at all.

Soon, under the violent impact of the Howling Banshee, Heluomi watched as more gaps were opened one after another in the barrier of his mental protection, and those black memories that were blocked instantly surged like a flood. Come in, sweep over.

The scene in front of him suddenly went dark, and when the world in his vision was bright again, Heluomi found that what he saw was still the Holy Light Mystery during the day.

But this place is obviously not the cliff I have seen before, but on the bank of the clear blue holy river.On both sides of the river bank, there are luxuriant grasses and singing birds, but the air is filled with a strong smell of blood that is completely contrary to the atmosphere here.

Hei Luomi turned his head, and when he saw the scene in front of him clearly, his heart seemed to have stopped beating.

Someone half-kneeling on the bank of the river, covered in blood, was Ersie himself.He seemed to be struggling to get up again, but something was clearly restraining his body and he had to kneel in humiliation.Although Erxi's appearance and demeanor are exactly the same as Heluomi's memory, but his clothes have changed slightly, obviously this is another new memory.

In front of Erxi, the black-haired Son stood gracefully.He raised the golden holy sword in his hand, and pierced the demon prince's heart with it neatly.

"I'm going to kill you!!!" Unlike the silence when he was stabbed to death before, although it was equally unbelievable, this time before he died, Erxi let out an angry roar, full of hatred.

"Hei Luomi, one day, I will definitely kill you!!! Kill...you..."

His voice gradually weakened until he stopped breathing completely.Even if he lost his life, those angry blood eyes were still staring at the black-haired saint in front of him with resentment, unwilling to die.

He Luomi staggered back a few steps, his mind went blank.

This... what is it?

why.

Why, "he" would kill Ersey again?

Could it be that the so-called "previous life"...is not just one life? ?

More dark memories opened up to him, and more images of light and shadow emerged in front of Heluomi's eyes.Time and time again, every time in the secret realm of the holy light, every time it was the silver-haired demon who was seriously injured and the black-haired holy son with an indifferent expression, every time... was killed with a sword without mercy, and his soul flew away, Ashes to ashes.

"Why?!" He heard that person yelling, "This time, I obviously haven't done anything yet!! Why do you still want to kill me?!..."

"This is God's will." He heard the ruthless voice of "myself", as cold as a god without emotions, "Your existence is original sin, and I am only acting on behalf of God to punish your mistakes."

No.

Do not……

Do not! ! !

stop! ! ! ! !

He wished so much that he could really enter the illusion to prevent "self" from raising the holy sword at that person, but he was just a bystander, watching the bloody scenes unfolding continuously, but there was nothing he could do.

—he can't do anything.

——It doesn't change anything.

Every sword that "he" pierced Erxi's heart also pierced deeply into his own heart.It was as if a black hole that would never heal had been opened in his heart, and the cold wind poured in continuously, so cold that his internal organs froze, and it was so cold that he could no longer recall the feeling of warmth.

How many more times?

How many times had he killed Ersey with his own hands?

That person... remember all this?

Memories are mixed, lights and shadows are dazzled, and those scenes are like the sharpest steel cones, wreaking havoc in Hei Luomi's mind, almost driving him crazy.

The Howling Banshees cheered happily. They had already discovered that this person's originally indestructible mental defense was now riddled with holes and vulnerable to a single blow.They can finally drill into the depths of his soul unscrupulously, where there lurks the most secret and darkest memory that they have never seen in anyone's heart, but they can smell the despair wafting from that memory from a distance And the crazy breath, they are already coveted, fascinated.

***

Hei Luomi saw that the scene in front of him changed again.

This time the memory reconstruction took longer than before. When the picture was completely stabilized, he saw it for the first time——what appeared in front of him was no longer the Holy Light Secret Realm, but a golden color that he had never seen before. -hall.

He looked around and saw that in the center of the hall stood a huge "birdcage" made of three layers of barriers.

This is where?