Mark stood quietly in the ruins of the tower, surrounded by the ashes and broken memories left by Elvira. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil. The Ice Abyss Beast stood quietly beside him, its eyes revealing a hint of concern and confusion. Mark turned around and faced the powerful creature, knowing that a real exchange between them was needed.
"Can you feel my emotions?" Mark asked softly, his voice echoing in the empty tower.
The Ice Abyss Beast nodded, with a faint blue light flashing in its eyes, as if responding to Mark's words.
"We've been through so much, and I don't even know your name," Mark said with a hint of apology in his voice.
The Ice Abyss Beast was silent for a while, then it slowly walked in front of Mark, lowered its head, and gently touched Mark's hand with its nose. Mark could feel the body temperature of the Ice Abyss Beast and the warmth of its breath, which made him feel inexplicably at ease.
"From now on, you will be called 'Ice Shadow'." Mark stroked the Ice Abyss Beast's head and gave it a name. The Ice Abyss Beast, or Ice Shadow, let out a low growl, as if acknowledging the name.
Bingying began to communicate with Mark in a special way, and its voice sounded directly in Mark's mind, which was a kind of soul communication. Mark could feel Bingying's past, its loneliness, its fighting, and its pain of being controlled by Elvira.
"Our tribe was once the guardian of the world, maintaining the balance of the world with these ancient humans." Bingying's voice echoed in Mark's mind, "But the emergence of Elvira's rebirth organization broke all of this. They broke the energy The stone has blocked our rationality, and our tribe can only survive by relying on animal instincts, killing. "
A wave of sympathy surged in Mark's heart. He could feel Bingying's pain and helplessness. He reached out and held Bingying's paw tightly, giving it comfort and support.
"Then do you know what the other party's purpose is? The captain said before that the Rebirth Organization wanted to build a new world, but now it seems that is not the case?" Mark's voice sounded a little confused.
"I don't know their purpose either. After I lost my mind, I was locked in the laboratory. When I regained my sanity, I was already by your side." Bingying shook her head.
Mark and Bingying stood opposite each other in the ruins of the tower, and the communication between the two went beyond language and reached a resonance of the soul. Mark can feel Bingying's confusion and desire for freedom, and Bingying can also feel Mark's determination and pursuit of the truth.
"Is there any way to get back?" Mark asked.
"The third energy fragment targets the power of the soul. My body has exploded, and I am alive because the third fragment has merged with my soul. I use the soul as a coordinate to coordinate with the energy of your two fragments. , it should be possible to teleport back." Bingying was a little uncertain.
"Then let's give it a try." There was a hint of determination in Mark's voice.
Bingying nodded, and began to concentrate and mobilize the soul power in his body. Mark also closed his eyes, feeling the power of the two energy fragments in his body. The power of the two began to slowly merge, forming a light array that surrounded Mark and Bingying. The energy in the light array became stronger and stronger, and Mark felt a strong suction force, as if it was pulling his soul out of his body. He grasped Bingying's claws tightly, and their souls merged into one in this power.
Suddenly, a dazzling light burst out in the tower, enveloping Mark and Bingying. In the light, Mark felt as if his soul was being pulled by an invisible force, crossing the boundaries of time and space.
Chapter 70: Wrong Dress
Mark slowly opened his eyes, the glaring sunlight made him a little uncomfortable. He subconsciously raised his arms to cover himself, and his fingertips touched the rough stone surface, feeling a little cold. He looked around and found that he and Bingying were standing at the altar of the temple. The sunlight shone through the broken temple roof, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground. There was a damp, earthy smell in the air, and a thick layer of dust covered the area around the altar, making it look like no one had been there for a long time. Mark was very confused. The previous battle had destroyed the surrounding area, so how come there was no trace at all?
"We... are back?" Mark murmured to himself, with a hint of disbelief in his tone.
Bingying responded in a low voice to express his affirmation. It walked to the entrance of the temple, sniffed the air, then raised its head and looked at Mark with its emerald eyes, with a hint of doubt in its eyes. "The energy fluctuations here are very weak," Bingying's voice sounded directly in Mark's mind, "The energy of the three fragments is almost exhausted, and I am going to fall asleep." As soon as the voice fell, Bingying turned into a ball of flowing light and merged into the Into 2 pieces.
Mark immediately checked the condition of his own fragments and found that Bingying was right. The two fragments that originally emitted a warm glow were now dim, like two ordinary stones, with their energy almost exhausted.
"Bingying, you can rest assured. I will find the other fragments as soon as possible." Mark said with a hint of urgency in his tone, and walked out of the temple.
As soon as he stepped out of the temple, Mark was stunned by the scene before him. The snowy scene that was supposed to be the Arctic ice field disappeared, replaced by a green grassland that was full of vitality and stretched as far as the eye could see. The breeze brings the scent of grass, making people feel relaxed and happy. A few unknown birds were circling in the air, chirping, adding a touch of vitality to the quiet grassland. In the distance, several tall trees stand on the grassland, guarding the land like guards. The sunshine shines on the grass, as if covering the earth with a layer of golden gauze, which is beautiful beyond words.
"What's going on?" Mark looked around in confusion.
"There seems to be a strange energy fluctuation." The energy fragment on Mark's chest vibrated slightly. Feeling the vibration of the fragments, Mark crossed the green grassland and came to a valley. The valley is shaded by green trees, with birds singing and flowers blooming. A clear stream meanders through the valley, nourishing the land. At the end of the valley, there is a village with curling smoke, the sounds of chickens and dogs, a peaceful scene.
Mark approached the village and found that the houses in the village were built with stone and wood. They were simple in shape and full of primitive atmosphere. The people in the village wore simple linen clothes and had simple smiles on their faces. They seemed to be living a peaceful life.
Mark tried to communicate with the people in the village, but they all looked at him blankly, as if they didn't understand what he was saying. They spoke a strange language that Mark could not understand at all.
"It seems we have encountered a language barrier." Mark shrugged helplessly.
Just then, a man in strange clothes walked out of the village. He was tall, wearing a black robe, a strange hat on his head, and an eyepatch on his left eye. In his hand, he held a weapon that was emitting energy fluctuations. The weapon looked like a spear, and the tip of the spear was flashing a faint blue light. It was obvious at a glance that it was not an ordinary object.
The man seemed to be aware of the presence of Mark and Bingying. He turned his head sharply and locked his eyes in the direction of the boulder. The spear in his hand made a buzzing sound, the energy fluctuations became stronger and stronger, and a dangerous breath filled the air.
Without any hesitation, the man raised the spear in his hand and stabbed it towards the boulder. A dark blue beam of energy shot out from the tip of the spear, like a flash of lightning, cutting through the air and heading straight for Mark.
"Please stop, I'm not a bad person." Mark shouted and dodged quickly.
The energy beam flew past the boulder, and with a loud bang, the boulder was blown into pieces, with debris flying everywhere and dust rising up. Mark hid behind another boulder, still in shock.
He raised his head and looked at the surroundings. His eyes fell on a forest not far away. He quickly stood up and ran towards the forest. The man chased after Mark relentlessly, continuously shooting out energy beams from the spear in his hand.
"Stop chasing!" Mark shouted and sped up.
Mark ran along the rough mountain road. The gravel hurt his feet, but he didn't dare stop. The energy beams chasing him from behind were like death warrants, exploding continuously behind him.
Mark ran into the woods. The dense branches and leaves blocked the sky. The sunlight shone through the gaps, forming mottled spots of light on the ground. He used the intricate trees as cover and nimbly dodged the energy beams from the pursuers behind him. A dark blue beam of energy whizzed in with a sharp sound, hitting the tree trunk, blasting out wood chips and leaves, and making the forest rustle. The air was filled with the smell of burnt wood, mixed with the fragrance of earth and grass, forming a strange smell.
Mark found an unusually sturdy tree with a rough trunk covered with traces of time and some green moss attached to the bark. He took a deep breath, and using his hands and feet, he nimbly climbed up to the treetops, where the dense branches and leaves hid him completely. Looking down from above, he could clearly see the movements of his pursuers.