Chapter 2 I can’t let go, I really can’t let go

The voice of the old woman who spoke was as low and hoarse as old spirits.

She looked like she was eighty or ninety years old. Her gray and dry hair looked like it was stained with autumn frost. Her right hand, which reached out of her sleeve to grasp the stick, was rugged. Her dark complexion was covered with mottled age spots.

But those piercing eyes were as sharp as falcons. Even though Josh had a Darkin weapon in hand, she didn't seem too afraid.

[She’s just a useless bastard who didn’t even get through the magic circuit. Kill her and let’s get out of here.]

"Shut up! Don't affect my mood."

[Hmph, you are just an ant. I talk to you so politely, but you are really talking about your nose and face, and you think you are a person? You know, before I was sealed, ten thousand of you couldn't withstand one of my swords.

Mang!]

Gritting his teeth and enduring the stinging sensation from every pore on his right arm, Josh found that this female dark descendant seemed to only be able to make him feel pain and had no other way to deal with him, so he became bolder.

"A good man is not brave in the past. Now you are just a weapon. Even I can't do anything about it. No matter how powerful you are in the past, being trapped in a weapon and unable to display it is no different from talking nonsense."

【……】

It's a cliche, but it is indeed a feasible solution to the current situation.

"Compared with the dark descendants recorded in our classics, except for the temporary loss of control just now, Josh seems to have no negative emotions of bloodthirsty and violence."

The handle of Dance of Death completely ignored the rules of physics, as if it had become a part of Josh's body. Even without any point of strength, it could still stick to his hand and not fall off.

By the way, Nasus actually likes to read third-rate novels...

Sure enough, upon hearing what he said, the soldiers and the old men in robes looked at each other with different expressions.

【You can't leave me...absolutely--no---can't!】

"Originally, I was entrusted by my disciple, your master Tyrus, to take good care of you while he was out exploring. I didn't expect that you would accidentally discover the fallen ancient divine weapon...

The leader of the old woman did not participate in their inappropriate debate. A touch of surprise flashed in her eyes, not showing much on her expressionless face with sagging skin and scars of time.

Josh chose to ignore the female Darkin who was buzzing in his mind.

"If that's the case..." She lowered her eyes and sighed, "Then let me introduce myself again. I am the archbishop of the Hylia Light Blessed Sect and the custodian Margusa. Can you remember me?"

Margusa shook his head, "Okay, okay... If you are really still Josh, although you can't go back to Hylia for the time being, I will send someone to settle you right here.

[My concept of time has become blurry, but this feeling, roughly estimated from when I was sealed, must be at least 500 years ago.]

No need to respond, Margusa knew everything from his expression.

"We can't let him return to Hylia! We haven't ruled out the risk of his mind being invaded by the Dark Ones!" Master Toad-face screamed with spittle flying into the air.

"Oh, it's all because I didn't take good care of it!"

Before Josh could answer, he felt the long knife in his hand tremble, and the palm touching the handle felt like a foreign object piercing flesh and blood, but it was not as severe as the previous two times.

"Even if I want to let you go, I can't!" Josh responded helplessly.

It took more than a minute before he began to respond to the old woman's words: "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened, but I... uh, what should I say? After picking up this strange knife, I

He seems to have lost his memory."

【Damn it! You really deserve to die!】

The female dark descendant's voice sounded a little nervous.

As if being stabbed in a sore spot, the female Darkin was silent for a rare moment since Josh traveled through time.

[Josh Russell, when I break free of the seal, my first goal is to cut, cut, and chop you into pieces!]

[It’s a very clichéd routine that was written down thousands of years ago in the third-rate novels of our Shurima Empire... Well, I remember that the Grand Master loved reading this kind of novel. 】

"For this question, I guess I have to consult some masters in logic, metaphysics, and hermetic apologetics."

"Well, what Elder Bartek said is right. We must first consult the ancient books about dark descendants recorded by our ancestors, and then convene a council discussion to determine how to deal with your matter."

The conversations between Josh and the female Darkseid were all mental communications in the mind.

"Will amnesia change my personality?"

"When we work out a way to separate you from living weapons, Hylia's door will be open for you again."

"Amnesia?"

"Sister, are you not thirsty after talking so much? Oh... I'm sorry, my fault, I forgot that you can't drink water."

Then, he took a deep breath. Under the vigilant gaze of the soldiers and elder masters, Josh raised his right arm in front of him, and his scarlet-covered fingers spread out directly.

"You see, I also want to put down this knife."

From the perspective of others, Josh has been in a state of sluggishness since their archbishop asked the last sentence.

[Josh...I will destroy your world, your cherished things, and your hopes together!]

Josh knew very little about the organization of these Blessed Islands before they experienced the Curse of Destruction and turned into Shadow Islands.

【You dare!】

He must learn to get used to it. There will be many more days like this in the future.

"Judging from the current situation, this child's temperament is indeed very different from the past."

Such familiar lines...well, it doesn't matter.

Josh weighed the long knife in his right hand, causing everyone in front of him to breathe quickly, "Let me tell you, why don't we go back to the city to discuss a solution first?"

[Damn old lady, it was obviously me who took the initiative to seduce you, how come you took the initiative to come to me?!]

Then, her anger was like a roaring train, wanting to trample Josh under her feet and ravage him severely.

The person in charge? The Archbishop of the Light Blessed Sect?

[I can’t go back to the boundless dark cage! You have no idea how painful it is to have cold and numb limbs, to try your best to breathe but can’t take a breath, and to be unable to feel everything!]

Hearing this, the elders who wore robes and addressed each other as masters and elders began to whisper again, discussing the credibility of Josh's remarks.

Josh was thinking in his mind, and was unconsciously led astray by the female dark descendant.

[How dare a mere ignorant, ignorant, and weak mortal speak nonsense in front of the great warrior of the gods!]

"..."

Sighing silently in his heart, Josh curled his lips helplessly.

Why can't I block this annoying guy?

"Archbishop Margusa, there is no way for us to continue to remain in a stalemate here."

Margusa pondered for a moment, stared at the darkin sword in Josh's hand with concern and asked: "Can you put down the darkin weapon in your hand?"

Among the crowd, an old man with a pale face and a shiny face, who looked like a toad at first glance, sternly yelled: "You guys, could it be that your mind has been occupied by that living weapon and you have disguised your personality?"

【……】

She trembled in a tone of pain and despair, and there was even a hint of pleading in her words.

[Do you dare to imagine what it feels like to have been like this for 500 years? I went from anger to pain, from pain to numbness, and finally fell into despair, and then from despair to anger, and so on...]

Josh shrugged his shoulders and pursed his lips, as if he didn't care: "If you don't believe it, forget it. Anyway, I am very unfamiliar with you now and I can't remember who you are at all."

After being imprisoned in the "little black room" for hundreds of years, almost every word said by others, the female dark descendant in Josh's mind would add her own judgment and complaints.

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