After sitting up from a suspicious black metal box, Gawain fell into a serious state of confusion. In fact, even the action of "sitting up" was completed unconsciously.
An unprecedented sense of confusion and dizziness was assaulting his brain. He felt like his ears were buzzing, and crazy and indistinguishable feelings were coming from all over his body. Everything in him has at least four ghost images, and two of them are black and white - but amidst all this chaos, his thinking ability is not completely finished.
Perhaps he should be grateful to someone who hit him on the back of his hand with a stick before. He gained precious clarity at the moment when he was almost swallowed by chaos.
But that stick really hurt...
As his thinking gradually returned to normal, Gawain finally recalled what had happened before - the sudden interruption of his vision. , the activation of some escape program, the illusion of falling continuously, and now...this real, sentient, and movable body.
Body! !
He got a body!
After traveling through God knows how many thousands of years, when he almost thought that he was born with a third-person perspective, Gawain obtained a body!
The confusion in his mind is understandable, as is the chaotic perception coming from all over his body. He has not had any perception ability other than vision for too many years, even if his sanity was lost due to unknown reasons. Although he remained normal, it was difficult for him to adapt to this state of being able to feel hot, cold, pain and itching.
However, Gawain could feel that he was quickly adapting to this body and the various sensations of returning to the material world. After the dizziness in his brain weakened slightly, the taboo and four shadows in front of him The clone's vision finally returned to normal, and the surrounding situation came into view.
The first thing he saw were the four armed and sturdy men not far ahead - one of them was a middle-aged man with gray hair, wearing what looked like very strong steel armor, with tendons. The flesh almost reaches to his forehead, and he is holding a silver-grey sword. The armors and weapons of the other three are obviously much simpler, but traces of the standard can be seen.
A petite girl was half-kneeling on the ground pressed by these four sturdy men with swords. Due to the obstruction of her hair and the angle, her face could not be seen clearly, but she could see something. Truncated ears poked out from between the hair.
Farther away, there stood a woman wearing a red dress. Her beautiful face and curvy figure with an elegant and mature temperament made Gawain couldn't help but look at it more. At one glance, he quickly noticed the unconcealable tension and fear in the eyes of this mature lady.
But the movement coming from beside him quickly attracted Gawain's attention. He turned his head and saw a girl who looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old in a panic. Jumping down from the stone platform at that place, the girl was holding a seeminglyA metal stick that hurts when it hits someone...
Reminiscent of the girl's previous location, Gawain's face suddenly looked a little strange: "Just now...you hit me, right?"
As soon as he said this, he was stunned for a moment: he realized that what he blurted out was not Chinese, but a language he had never heard before, but this strange language seemed to be as familiar as his birthright.
Rebecca didn’t know how many random thoughts were running in the mind of “ancestor”. This aristocratic girl who had just inherited the title of Viscount and suffered a huge change was already about to cry: “My ancestors. ...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"I..." In fact, Gawain still doesn't understand what happened at all - even though he hung in the sky and stared at the world for many, many years, But this was the first time he had switched to the first-person perspective. His confusion was even worse than that of everyone present, "You are..."
The man in red The beautiful lady in the long skirt seemed to be the calmest one on the scene. After Gawain sat up and took the initiative to communicate, the fear and tension on her face were significantly reduced. At this moment, she was walking forward. One step - although his face was still wary, he spoke calmly: "Do you know who you are?"
"Me?" Gawain was stunned for a moment, but subconsciously said his Before naming his name, he was agitated for a moment and realized that he should be someone else now.
Look at the box under you. Although the shape is a bit weird, it is definitely a coffin. Look at the surrounding environment. Although it is larger than the home in your previous life, why? It looks like a tomb...
Thinking about the expressions on the faces of the people around him, Gawain realized one thing: he had faked the corpse.
At this time, if he utters any name that does not match the "corpse" he is possessing, he will definitely be killed as a demon immediately - what did the little girl next to him just say? With? Ancestor, right? Then he can make a bold guess that he is possessed by the other person's ancestor. Regardless of what their ancestors ate and grew up in, so that they can die for so many years without rotten body. What's important is As a foreign soul, I not only took over the ancestor's body, slept in the ancestor's grave, but just kicked off the lid of the ancestor's coffin... It's embarrassing to use the word "embarrassing" after this **** was exposed. Descriptive...
Thinking of this, Gawain lowered his head and looked thoughtful, but in fact he was quickly looking for excuses, such as experiencing a long sleep, so his memory was a bit confused, but The moment he concentrated his attention, a strong wave of dizziness hit him.
He had just finally adapted to his new body and got rid of the dizziness, but at this time he fainted again for the second time. He almost fell back into the coffin when his body swayed, and the person wearing a long skirt The noble lady raised her staff nervously when she saw Gawain behaving strangely. She was about to use her energy to calm down and hit her ancestors with a fireball.on her face—but the deep voice coming from Gawain’s mouth interrupted her movements.
"Gawain Cecil, I am Gawain Cecil, the pioneer of the Ansu Kingdom... What era is it now?"
Gawain said as he spoke While speaking, he raised his head slightly, his eyes were calm and as deep as the sea.
My mind is actually full of waves.
The memories belonging to Gawain Cecil are pouring out crazily, but they are quickly archived and recorded like the data on a computer hard drive. He read these data in the brief dizziness just now. The most obvious part of it, and know who I should be now.
His biggest surprise was that the name of this body was also Gawain.
It’s just that this “Gawain” is not named Gao. He has another surname, Cecil.
Is this some kind of coincidence?
At this moment, Gawain had no time to think about how wonderful this coincidence was, because the memories belonging to Gawain Cecil were still pouring out, and he had to do his best to control himself from fainting. He might have a ferocious expression, and in this dazed state, he vaguely heard the girl next to him who hit him with an iron staff replying to him in a clear voice: "Now is Anzuli It’s the year 735. Ancestor, you have been sleeping for more than seven hundred years..."
Hetty also breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Gawain’s answer. As a spellcaster with extremely rich theoretical knowledge, she I still have some understanding of the resurrection of the dead - these blasphemous creatures have fatal flaws in their souls. They are almost unable to speak or think when they first wake up. Even if the more powerful part of them can quickly acquire thinking ability, Completely forgetting what happened during his lifetime.
And they must not say their own names - whether they have recovered their memories or are reminded, once the deceased says their names during their lifetime, it will cause the soul fire to backfire and burn. Even if they are not burned to death, the pain is unbearable even for the undead.
And the phenomenon when the soul fire backfires and burns cannot be hidden.
So she relaxed, but she was still in great confusion, because if the ancestor in front of her was not resurrected by the undead, then it would be even more unexplainable at this moment——
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Old ancestor, why did you suddenly get up while you were still dying?
But no matter how confused she was, necessary politeness was still necessary, so Hetty took a step forward and bent down with nervousness and awe: "Ancestor of the Cecil family, I am your descendant, Hetty Cecil, the person next to you is also your descendant, Rebecca Cecil. Please take into account that she is young and ignorant and do not pursue her reckless actions just now. And... please forgive us for disturbing us. "I wish you a peaceful sleep."
Um, the one in front of me is a great-great-granddaughter, and the one next to her seems to be the same.
The crazy memory infusion seems to have finally ended, and Gawain can no longer bother to carefully read through the memories in his own memory.The information was neatly arranged in his mind, but he wanted to understand the surrounding situation as soon as possible. He held his coffin and tried to get up, while muttering: "It's okay, it's okay. I don't even know how I woke up. Can any of you help me?" "?"
He found that he had overestimated his ability to adapt to the new body, and he couldn't sit up even after trying hard, which made him feel a little embarrassed.
Rebecca, who had been watching nervously for a long time with her staff next to her, realized that it was finally her turn to perform. She immediately jumped onto the stone platform and held Gawain's arm while walking out. He held his hand and said, "I'll help you out of the coffin, I'll help you out of the coffin..."
It sounds awkward no matter how you sound.
"More than seven hundred years..." Gawain was stiffly helped out of the coffin by the girl. He lowered his head and glanced at his clothes, and what he was feeling made Rebecca very confused, " What kind of material is this made of?”
“It seems to be moon-marked cloth woven by elves...” Rebecca said uncertainly.
"What a black technology."
Rebecca: "Huh?"
The ancestors spoke so profoundly.jpg.
With Rebecca's help, Gawain finally stepped off the stone platform and stood firmly on the ground. He felt that his ability to control this body was rapidly improving, just like his soul. As if he was installing the driver quickly, his consciousness and body were coordinating at an astonishing speed.
He let go of Rebecca's hand and tried to take a small step forward.
The next moment, he almost burst into tears. If there was a microphone beside him, he felt that he could thank everyone and every TV station he knew without repeating the same thing.
After so many years, the time traveler resting inside is almost ready to kill gods and Buddhas and unify the universe, but he has just completed his first challenging achievement as a human being: walking upright...
After achieving the achievement of walking upright, he remembered the little girl he had almost forgotten, who was surrounded by four sturdy men.