There is a hazy gray everywhere, and this hazy color between black and white is generally not tied to positive emotions.

Cyril walked calmly in this gray area, with no real sense of where he landed, but he clearly stepped on what he stepped on.

Is this nothingness?

He was stunned for a moment. This situation obviously had nothing to do with the dissipation of the soul after death. It seemed more like the new Grey God had found some way to successfully get him into the power of Grey God. If anything is related to a gray nothingness, then all he could think of was Grey God.

He walked forward slowly, but found that the gray around him was regressing. In an instant, it was like the curtain was switched, and the surrounding environment gradually evolved from a hazy gray to an ice-white snow field.

Then as he advanced step by step, he saw the gray stone wall, the slightly sloping roof and huge chimney full of the northern flavor of La Rochelle, and saw a whistle tower, and on the whistle stood a young man in leather armor - with pointed ears and a messy short gray-brown hair.

The young man was looking into the distance calmly. Suddenly, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face. Then he grabbed the horn beside him, blew it hard, and then quickly slid down the whistle tower. Then the wall of the town not far away in front of him was knocked open, and giant white bears opened the way, and groups of skeletons rushed in-

The screen stopped.

"Why can your memory be read here? There is a blank space in front?"

A faint voice suddenly sounded from all directions. Cyril recognized it for a moment, but could not tell where it was.

He did not answer, and then the picture began to flow again. He watched the young man in the picture draw out his long sword, and a group of people had gathered under the whistle tower, only one of them was wearing armor, and the silver light of the sword in his hand flashed, which was the symbol of the Silver Blade Knight.

Then—the picture makes people not want to describe it in words. This is a complete crushing. The influx of the dead reminds people of the years when the ice field was once ruled by bones.

The boy waved his sword, and his movements were very beautiful. Even the sword master in the capital, he probably had to recognize his level as a novice. He separated a skeleton's sword and waved his sword to cut off its head, but this was the battlefield, and another skeleton penetrated his stomach with a sword. He stumbled to the side and fell into a mass of snow...

This is Tap Town, the boy is Cyril Adrien, who has not been possessed by him yet-

Is this the God of Gray... reading my memory?

He silently pinched his fists, looking at the boy whose body was gradually stiffening in the snow, his nails almost pinched into his flesh.

The screen suddenly stopped again, and the sound rang again, and this time the sound was full of doubts:

"You should have died after being killed like this, right? Have you died once? Then are you alive or dead now? It's interesting...ah!"

The voice suddenly started to scream, and then Cyril saw that the entire picture was lit up with a dark blue flame. He quickly let go of his hand, waved his arms, trying to drive away the flames that were approaching him, but the flames would not approach his body at all, but were just burning freely.

And the painting was quickly compressed in the dark blue flame, the voice screamed, and the tone was filled with incredible: "No, it's impossible, how could your soul be, ah!"

As soon as he looked up, he saw a figure burning with blue flames all over his body, falling from the void above his head. The screams of "Naira" resounded throughout the space, and finally fell in front of his legs in a mess.

"You, who are you, are you dead or living? Why can your soul power stop my invasion? I am God, I am God!"

Cyril suddenly understood what was going on - it seems that this "Grey God" did not intend to cooperate honestly in the way he gave "borrowing power", but wanted more, such as... possessing his own body?

He squatted down, grabbed the unburned part of his long, soft black hair, and raised "Naira"'s face, but the face he saw was a twisted gray.

"Hey, do you want to possess me or control me?"

He stretched out his hand and patted the gray face, looking at the gray waves he photographed, and asked softly.

"No, I didn't think about it. I just wanted to take a look, stop and stop the fire!" The God of Ash wailed helplessly, and his face instantly turned into Narura's appearance. The quiet and elegant face was now full of pity and helplessness.

But Cyril was not moved at all. He could feel that he was in that extremely calm state again at this moment. There was no warning about the switching of this state, but it was undoubtedly beneficial to him at this moment.

"Don't tell the truth?"

He stretched out his hand and a long gray sword suddenly condensed in his hands, and then placed it on the neck of the gray god.

"Say, I said! I want to possess you through the contract, but now you have won, and you have also obtained the Origin Heart, the Origin Heart! Look, this is the power of the Origin Heart! Stop the fire, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!" He wailed and twisted. Even if he didn't use the Cyril sword to cut it down, his lower body had been burned to ashes, and the upper body was burned to death only in a flash-

This flame that can burn the gods actually arises because of me. Is this my soul space?

Cyril frowned slightly. He had a vague guess, but there was no basis for proof.

"Hurry up, I die, the heart of the origin will lose its effect, and Nerora will die, you, hurry up..." He begged for mercy frantically, and Cyril looked at him calmly until his breath was dying and knocked his leg, then he waved his hand and extinguished the flame.

The gray god glanced at him hatefully, then rolled up his body, turning into a ball of gray fine sand, and finally turning into a small hourglass, floating in front of Cyril.

He subconsciously reached out to grab it, and then a strong light flashed in front of him. When he opened his eyes, he had returned to the room on the top of the tower.

The half-elf boy sat up panting and looked at the small light hanging on the roof swaying violently. The light was shaking like a galaxy leaking from the clouds. When he touched his chest, the small hourglass seemed to be a pendant, hanging on his chest at this moment.

He was covered with blood that was overflowing from his body, and it really made him wonder that he could still sit up normally in this state.

Cyril used to call out the attribute panel, but what he saw was not his own attribute main interface, but a gray base plate with only his name on it.

This is the effect of the original heart of the world - he remembers the picture posted by others, and the corresponding panel of the original heart is such a picture.

Then he quickly slid the panel and returned to his main interface twice. At this time, his health still bottomed out, but a lock was hung on the blood bar, which means that his health is now in a locked state. This should be caused by his special situation now.

It seems that God of Grey has indeed completed some kind of contract with him. At least for now, he should be able to call on part of the power of God of Grey, so that it will be at least enough to deal with Ambrose.

But my panel seems a bit abnormal?

Cyril thought to himself, then turned off the panel, stood up, and picked up Narura, who was lying on the ground for some reason, and placed it flat on the bed.

Then he grabbed the hilt of the sword on the table, jumped down from the window.
Chapter completed!