He suddenly understood that the man in front of him would not remain in this state for long.

He had someone check the condition of the body, and finally concluded that the problem with the body was partly due to old age, and partly due to the two brains devouring each other and repelling each other.

After barely persisting for five years, one brain finally defeated the other.

But the situation didn't get better, instead it got worse.

How can an aging body support two different brains, and the brains are still fighting with each other?

After Helfas understood the reason, he did not leave. He still stayed here. He was very interested in the story about Fapu.

He wanted to continue listening.

——

A few more days passed.

The man suddenly woke up and suddenly remembered that he was telling a story to Helfas.

He looked around and asked strangely.

"Eh?"

"Why don't you see anyone?"

A soul suddenly came and appeared in front of the table out of thin air.

"Why is there no one? I'm here."

So the man began to tell Helfas the story about Fapu again.

"at the very beginning."

"He created several of himself to join the war, but found that it was not enough, so he made dozens of copies of his brain and integrated them into different bodies."

"Later he mixed with these people and died a lot. Sometimes he didn't even know who he was."

"He even wondered if he had died on the battlefield and the one who survived was actually a puppet?"

"After all, they are all similar. They are both hard-hearted and emotionless. They are both instruments for killing people."

"He forced the witchers into war one by one. After they died, he took out their brains and gave them to the brain demons. He resurrected them on other corpses again and again, and then forced them to go on the road again.

battlefield."

"Let them die once, ten times, or a hundred times."

The man laughed, his laughter was extremely cold, but it was rarely emotional.

"Do you think it's funny?"

"Those resurrected guys have almost no emotions or desires."

"The flesh and blood puppets sometimes begged me for mercy and begged me to let them go."

"But the war is not over yet, so why would I let them go?"

"Weak guy, chattering incessantly, it's really annoying to listen to it too much."

Perhaps it was because everyone hated the war started by the dragons to the extreme, and there were more and more people around him, but even so, he continued to fight this war for more than ten years before it finally ended.

As the man was talking, perhaps he didn't even notice that his body began to sit upright.

He put his hands on the table and stared at the table.

"Fap has been fighting all his life, and he has killed countless people and dragons many times."

"He has been beaten from a boy to a young man, and to an age that can be called old age."

"but."

"It's finally over, and I don't have to listen to those annoying words anymore."

This person is very bad at telling stories, and every word he speaks is cold and cold. However, because the story itself is dark and cold, it makes people feel the true situation of those years even more.

Fapu in the story is cruel to others, and he is also extremely cruel to himself. However, it is such an extremely cruel person who slaughtered all the dragons to the ground with his mortal strength, and killed all the dragons to the point where they began to fear war.

Helfas remained silent throughout the whole process, and became even more silent towards the end of the story.

Instead, the man in front of him suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, you just asked Fapu why he left a copy of his brain in the end, waiting for his resurrection later."

In his memory, it was as if the whole story had never stopped, he had been telling the story, and Herfas was always in front of him and never left.

The man raised his eyes, and his voice was full of joking again.

"I heard that you looked down upon the guy in my body who had a nightmare about you. He lost the entire kingdom because of a nightmare."

"Actually, when Fapu was about to die, he also had a nightmare."

"Isn't it strange that a guy who has killed countless people in his life without shaking his hands can also have nightmares?"

Helfas finally raised his head and asked, no longer remaining silent.

"What nightmare?"

He asked this question but got no answer for a long time.

Looking at the old man on the chair, he had fallen into a deep sleep and snored slightly.

Some time passed, and he told the story to Herfas again.

The man: "Fapu had a nightmare."

Helfas asked again: "What nightmare?"

The man kept laughing: "He dreamed that those dragons came back again, and they began to rule the earth again and fight each other on the earth."

The old man smiled and said loudly.

"When seeing this land regaining its prosperity, even a hard-hearted person like Fapu can feel the joy and yearning arising from the depths of his heart."

"But when he was about to die, he began to fear the return of the dragons."

"Because even a lunatic born for war would not want to live in a chaotic world where dragons are fighting."

He patted his head and said to Helfas.

"This guy gave up his position when he was unable to fight. Has he ever seen what the world is like?"

"I have banished the Golden Family even though they have no ability. He is nothing."

"With his appearance, who can he beat?"

"Can you defeat the dragons? Can you defeat those demons? If you want to fight the Dragon King, you are really overestimating your capabilities."

Helfas also laughed: "So, if I don't do well, someone will also banish me, right?"

The man: "Shouldn't it?"

Helfas smiled and nodded: "Yes, of course it should. The truth in this world is that simple. If you don't have the ability, just give up. Don't give so many reasons."

The man also laughed together: "Hahahahaha, that's it!"

The laughter spread out of the courtyard and echoed in the Dragon Palace.

The monks outside were kneeling on the ground, not daring to say a word. They had seen the Black King many times, but this was the first time they heard the Black King laugh so heartily.

Maybe some moods and stuff.

It is something that cannot be said or felt to anyone other than the same king.

——

The stories about Fapu became shorter and shorter every time, and the man's condition became worse and worse.

The last time, I even waited for several months before starting to tell the story again. At this time, the other party could no longer sit still and told the story while lying on the bed.

After receiving the news, Herfas' soul descended to the other party's bedside in an instant.

He had also been waiting for Herfas, and after seeing him, he finally raised his hand, pointed his finger at the ceiling and said in a daze.

"Fapu had a nightmare of dragons breaking free from their shackles and restarting the war."

"He began to create himself continuously, consuming the power of the brain demon over and over again, causing it to enter reincarnation in advance."

"When he entered reincarnation, the essence of the brain demon was exposed. He finally knew the fourth ability of the brain demon, which was a special mark. However, in the end, he was not able to fully understand what the mark was.

.”

"He speculated that the Brain Demon was probably a fourth-stage monster a long time ago, but for some reason, it degenerated into the third stage."

"But he knew that the mark had extraordinary power over the reincarnation of death, and he left everything he had on that mark."

"He no longer lets the brain demon create a new version of himself."

"He wants to make the brain demon think he is Fapu."

Suddenly, he thought again of the answer he had answered several times but had not yet finished.

"By the way, I haven't answered that question yet."

"Why do you do this?"
To be continued...