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[Ruan Mei: Because in Otto's heart, he was the one who killed Karen.]
[Ruan Mei: Otto will never forgive himself for this, unless Karen can be resurrected.]
[March 7th: But... how could Otto possibly resurrect someone who has been dead for five hundred years??]
[Tesla: That's simply impossible.]
[Black Tower: Indeed, from a scientific perspective, the symbol representing Karen no longer exists.]
[Black Tower: Unless, Otto can actually turn back time in version 2.9.]
As the chat group said.
To resurrect someone who has died completely.
It was a difficulty that far exceeded everyone's imagination.
And Otto.
Then they would resolutely embark on this journey in search of the path to resurrection!
After becoming the Archbishop of the new Destiny.
Otto began his search.
The method to revive Karen!
He consulted many sources—the Red Kite, immortal and able to resurrect, had lived for over a thousand years. This was a miracle in human understanding!
Suddenly.
Otto remembered that powerful figure.
On that day on the plains, a single person defeated the entire destiny of the Divine Land... an immortal!
And so—Otto, carrying the coffin containing Karen's remains, adopted the alias Rakshasa and embarked on a journey to the Divine Land to find the immortals.
Immortal Boat Luofu
"Rakshasa people..."
Rakshasa glanced at Otto on the screen, who was dressed in a white robe and carrying a coffin.
He then looked at the white coffin beside him.
My eyelids twitched violently a few times.
Always felt.
There seemed to be an underlying malice.
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In the vast desert.
On the scorching yellow sand.
Led by their leader, Eagle, the members of the Golden Sands Gang lay in ambush in the vast desert.
This deal is said to be bigger than any other.
The eagle received absolutely reliable intelligence.
The caravan that came from afar brought with it the families of merchants and nobles, and the carts were laden with gold and silver treasures.
If the intelligence is accurate, these will all be theirs in about half an hour.
soon.
At the very end of the crowd.
An eagle with eyes like a hawk sends out its hunting signal.
"coming."
Someone whispered.
But then the target came into view.
""
Several bandits fell silent for a moment.
Besides caravans.
In a nearby carriage, a coffin stood silently.
It is about the height of a person, and the wood is painted white and shiny, with gorgeous carvings on it.
From the outside, the coffin appeared to be almost completely sealed; there wasn't a single gap to be found on its surface.
Several black leather straps were wrapped around the coffin, securing it tightly.
It seems the owner of this coffin went to great lengths to completely isolate its contents from the outside world.
And its owner was right in front of it at that moment.
The blond, green-eyed man knelt on one knee beside the coffin, his long, slender fingers tracing the surface of the coffin.
His movements were as gentle as a caress, yet seemed to use all his strength.
This person personally crafted this coffin, ensuring that whatever is inside transcends the mundane world and remains isolated from it.
This is the very person who defies all the laws of the world, solely to bring his beloved back to the mortal realm. He cannot abandon the human world until his wish is fulfilled.
And so, amidst the distant roars, cries, and weeping; amidst the clashing of swords—
The man remained motionless, seemingly oblivious. It was as if everything except the coffin was irrelevant to him.
Otto appears in the frame.
Everyone in the chat group was stunned for a moment.
The Divine Land?
It's tens of thousands of miles away from the Mandate of Heaven!
Otto... he actually carried Karen's body all the way to China alone?!
Come and find the legendary method to resurrect immortals!
[Hu Tao: This...this is a bit too much...]
[29 Ningguang: Is there really a way to resurrect immortals in this world?]
[Xianyun: If it really existed, Otto wouldn't have been so obsessed for so many years...]
Tesla: How could such a thing possibly exist in the world...?
Fu Hua: Indeed... such a spell doesn't exist. Otto was simply trying every possible possibility.
[March 7th: Like a drowning person, would they desperately grab onto anything they can?]
[Silver Wolf: They're even trying such a vague and improbable method...]
[Frinna: But Otto... he's been searching for this for over five hundred years! He's tried every possibility, hasn't he?!]
Faced with this elusive and mysterious method of resurrection possessed by an immortal.
The group of extraordinary individuals rationally determined that the credibility was extremely low, and Fu Hua also voiced her denial.
But Otto's behavior makes it difficult for people to criticize him...
after all...
Every person who drowns.
They will all desperately try to grasp something.
Otto was only at the moment when despair was about to overwhelm him.
They desperately tried to grasp at every possible straw.
Revive Kallen!
Even five hundred years later.
Even if you've tried every method in the world, whether scientific or unscientific!
Otto still hasn't given up his pursuit!
in the picture.
The sound of hooves rang out again, and the wheels rolled forward.
Merchants have become slaves, and bandits have become their masters.
The Eagles, having won a resounding victory, remained expressionless.
He should have been in a good mood; today's operation was very successful, with the seized goods worth tens of thousands, bringing in a considerable income.
But when he saw the Rakshasa man in the caravan...
The first time I saw this person.
The eagle felt a chill run down its spine, its instincts screaming warning bells, telling it... this was a calamity.
then.
The Russian stayed in the caravan's wagon, having a carriage all to himself.
When the eagle used its knife to pry open the curtain.
The Rakshasa was kneeling on one knee, saying something.
His tone was calm and easygoing, as if he were instructing a close travel companion.
However, looking around, there was no one else in the carriage, only a coffin.
There was only this person and a coffin.
The man wasn't speaking Rakshasa. The eagle couldn't understand him.
But this bizarre scene made him break out in a cold sweat.
He couldn't help but scrutinize the strange man who was talking to the coffin: the Rakshasa was about twenty years old, tall, and not particularly strong.
He clearly has some skill, but he's by no means a master. His physique is definitely not that of an external martial arts master, and his breathing is not that of an internal martial arts master either.
"come out."
The eagle said coldly.
He already hated Rakshasa demons the most, and encountering a coffin during the day was even more ominous.
But just as the eagle was about to draw its sword and offer a blood sacrifice...
The Rakshasa sighed and whispered a few words to the coffin.
He glanced at the gang leader just now.
His eyes were emerald green, like two carefully polished grandmother stones.
"Come out and open this coffin."
The eagle gestured towards the coffin with its beak.
But next second.
"Do not."
She glanced at him very slowly with her deep green eyes.
The eagle's body trembled instantly.
He had met countless people in his life and seen all kinds of looks.
Fear, hatred, anger, resentment, pain...
He was numb to the look in someone's eyes before death; he had seen too many of those before.
But no one had ever looked like this Rakshasa.
A mixture of determination, madness, cruelty, pleasure, pity, and... contempt?
Suddenly.