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Chapter 243 Extra Story: Langdon's Return

"I was conscious at that time." One night, Langdon hugged Cecil and said, "During the time when the god of magic transformed me into a god of civilization, I could feel the magic energy reshaping my body, I can even hear the sound of the spell, which is very strange, because no spell can create a god of civilization, and the god of civilization can only be born from the belief of mortals."

Cecil listened quietly in Langdon's arms, closing his eyes and pretending nothing had happened.

The time when he lost Langdon was the darkest day in Cecil's life. He personally experienced what it means to be a walking dead. He didn't want to eat, he didn't want to eat, he didn't want to sleep, he didn't want to sleep, he didn't want to sleep, His mind has been in a strange state, like some kind of drowsy, impenetrable fog, and even the pain has become a picture on the wall, and he stares at the picture, as if these pains did not come from he.

After Alexander's death, the Loshers became a mess. They looked around in a daze, not knowing where to go. The contest between the laws finally decided the winner. Losing the legendary mage and Alexander, the law of magic was severely damaged. However, the result of this win or loss But the law agrees on both sides: they must part.

The Luofeng Mountains have risen further, and the powerful technological laws will leave here and bid farewell to magic.

Cecil doesn't care, Langdon is gone, so let the planet be destroyed, it doesn't matter.

The God of Magic said, "You can save Langdon."

Cecil was silent, the big cat's body was cold, lying on the ground like a stuffed toy, and his loved one would never respond to him again.

"You can do it, you don't need mortal beliefs, of course, a little bit is better than nothing." The God of Magic squatted down and said firmly, "Your belief is more important than others, because you are the most loyal and powerful scientific law." believers."

There was a roar from nowhere, it seemed to be there and it didn't seem to be there, many people inexplicably stopped their movements and listened carefully, even though the enemy was right in front of them.

"I heard it." Cecil's heart suddenly ignited anger, "I heard its roar."

"Yes, because they don't want to stay together anymore, and would rather be separated after being severely injured." The God of Magic blinked his eyes, "So, you won't agree, will you?"

"Of course!"

The long wait has begun, and Cecil is ready. Ten years, 20 years, even a lifetime, until the end of his life, he will try his best to facilitate this matter. He is trying to promote Langdon Chris in the Middle Kingdom. name, but the god of magic prevents this practice.

"That's not the case. Langdon who was resurrected as an orthodox civilization god is not the real Langdon." The God of Magic said, "If that's what you want..."

"No, I see."

Cecil withdrew all publicity and waited silently. This was a crazy move. The unbearable silence was suffocating. He thought countless times: What if the Langdon who came back was not the same Langdon?What if the returned Langdon was just a god of civilization?What if the god of magic tricked him?if……

There are too many ifs, however, he has no chance to correct.

Langdon died, abandoned by the God of Magic at a critical moment, and died for the Middle Kingdom.

"I don't understand how you operate to make Langdon a god of civilization, but not a god of civilization?" Cecil couldn't help asking the doubts in his heart. If he didn't say anything, he would have to wait for the result to come out. crazy.

"The god of civilization comes from the belief of mortals." The magic god said, "Are you a mortal?"

"I..." Cecil swallowed back the affirmative words, "I don't know."

Mortal soul?But this soul traveled across millions of light-years.

Is the body mortal?But this body is immune to magic and has been reshaped by the god of civilization.

"Then have you ever thought about what God's beliefs will shape?" the God of Magic continued to ask.

"Am I a god?" Cecil asked back.

"Are you?"

Cecil didn't answer.

"You are the strongest and most loyal believer in scientific laws. Even now, I haven't seen a single bit of wavering. This is really rare. After all, scientific laws are also one of the murderers who killed Langdon." The god of magic pondered Staring at Cecil carefully, "It's strange, why are you so loyal?"

"Because I have seen it before." Cecil said, "In my hometown, the laws of science have demonstrated infinite power."

"You are too weak." The God of Magic said, "Mages don't think so, because mages are strong enough, but your bodies are still weak, so after mastering science, your faith and loyalty are extremely strong, even if it kills your favorite Man, you still can't get rid of it." There was more pity in his voice, "It's like a curse."

The emotions that had been suppressed all this time finally broke out, and Cecil jumped up and beat the table and roared: "Why?! Why did you betray? We've won! We've won! As long as Alexander is dead, you've won! Why kill Langdon? !” He roared meaninglessly, smashing everything in the room, tearing bloodstains on his face but feeling no pain at all.

"Don't try to reason with the law." The God of Magic said calmly, "All you can do is adapt."

Cecil panted heavily, and laughed nervously: "Of course, I will adapt, I want it to stay on this planet forever, I want it to mix with magic, and eventually become one, regardless of each other. "

The God of Magic smiled and said: "This is not very ambitious, but also very lucky. The original body of the Dijal was transformed. They are good at manipulating the soul and body. If he is not Dijal Can't do it."

Cecil waited quietly, every day was a torment, he did not bury Langdon, the big cat was put away by the god of magic.He was doing ordinary work, but he did not continue to advance the development of science. Fortunately, this is the time to clean up the mess after the war. Everyone has quite a lot of pain to make up for, and it is necessary to rest both physically and mentally.

It was too painful, and people were too busy licking the wound to care about him.

Cecil had thought it would be a long wait, however, only three years later the God of Magic appeared and said, "Do you miss him?"

"Crazy," Cecil said quietly.

"can not tell."

"I don't have to let you see it."

The God of Magic said with some sympathy: "You have changed."

Cecil said indifferently: "People will always change."

"Then try your best to think about him." The God of Magic said without hesitation, "Think about it all the time, recall every detail of you, and at the same time firmly believe in the fact that he will come back."

"I know."

When Cecil's thoughts and memories were almost becoming obsessions, he suddenly felt the decline of the laws of science. This was very strange and a very mysterious impression. He was reading documents in the conference room and raised his head to look out the window , everything was as usual, but he just had an idea.He let this idea grow wildly, walked out and walked slowly to the old place, the former "old residence", the first mud house after crossing.

There was already a square there, Cecil stood there waiting, he "heard" the roar and anger from the laws of science in his ears, and he couldn't help feeling a sense of joy in his heart.

Waiting, waiting, waiting...

"Honey." A familiar voice sounded from behind.

Cecil didn't dare to turn around, he kept taking deep breaths, for fear of turning around and discovering that it was just a dream.

Strong arms stretched out and wrapped around Cecil's waist, and warm breath sprayed on his shoulders: "Honey, I'm back."

Cecil still didn't dare to turn around, all the weakness returned at this moment, tears overflowed his eyes, he covered his face and cried bitterly.

Langdon did not force Cecil to turn around, but just hugged him from behind, leaned his head on his shoulder and said gently: "I will never leave again, I will be your patron saint, and will always be with you Together, when your consciousness disappears, I will disappear, I am your most solid shield, your sharpest sword, and the one who loves you the most."

Cecil turned and fell into Langdon's arms, crying.

"I love you."

"I love you too."