Indescribable tarot cards - #351 - Chapter 351 Mother (Part 2)

“Isabella!”

In anger, Pan let out a howl.

Ignoring the hanging sword in front of him, Pan God unlocked the seal and let the black mist carry Isabella’s body and fly to his eyes.

With his ability to perceive, of course, Isabella’s death had already been determined.

But he didn’t believe it and wanted to take another look, seemingly unsure.

Of course, no matter how many times He looked at her, Isabella was indeed dead.

He could feel that Isabella’s soul was dissipating at an alarming speed, without even giving him any chance to make amends.

Besides, it’s true that He can’t do anything.

When He is angry, He can change mountains and rivers, clear the way for the oceans, and make all life within His reach surrender to His will.

But He couldn’t save the wife in front of him.

Because he is just a false god!

He is not a righteous god and cannot forcefully change the rules.

Even if He could reach the other side of the River of Destiny and find Isabella in a certain time and space, he would still be unable to stop the minions of the Tindalos hounds after she fished her out.

The Hound is also a god.

etc!

God!

God Pan suddenly looked not far away.

Picture Antian!

He has become a god!

“Tuantivan!”

He shouted loudly.

In desperation, He only called out his name.

Of course, in the case of a god, all that is required is to recite His name.

All thoughts will be passed to Him through this connection – find a way to save her!

The tower spirit slowly turned its head, took a distant look, and slowly shook her head under Pan Shen’s earnest gaze, “She has been dead for a long time.”

Pan Shen was startled and subconsciously lowered his head to take another look.

Doubt, shock, sluggishness…

All the emotions finally turned into anger.

As soon as he lost his mind, he didn’t notice this detail at all.

But now, when He looked at her again, the remaining fluctuations in his soul were narrating silently.

Following the soul fluctuations that escaped, he saw the group of hanging swords that had left, and also saw another corpse not far away from his feet.

Black armor, dark horse.

The originally upright figure suddenly became exhausted, shrinking as quickly as a mountain collapsing.

In the blink of an eye, the towering figure became human-sized again.

He resumed his human form, holding Isabella who was gradually getting colder in his arms.

In other words, she was living half alive and half dead from the beginning.

Pan didn’t care about the escaping hanging sword.

This plane is so big, and His aura still remains on the Hanging Sword.

As long as He wants, He can come to you at any time.

And right now, He wants to do nothing.

As a god, even if he didn’t know anything before, now, even if it’s just this little clue, he roughly understands.

“The Hanging Sword, haha, I really didn’t expect…

You actually dare to do this for me…”

Isabella is indeed alive, but equally, she is also dead.

A long, long time ago.

When she was a child, the Hanging Sword injected a trace of its essence into Isabella’s body.

Although it is only a trace, it is still a weight that is difficult to bear for an ordinary intelligent life.

But Isabella survived in the end, and I don’t know what method the Hanging Sword used to let another soul carry this unbearable weight on her behalf.

But even so, Isabella is dead.

The ones who survived were the “saints of the spirit” who had some kind of divine origin.

This means that Pan’s previous feelings for Isabella were all false.

It was clearly an attraction between similar people.

But now, this trace of divine origin exploded, destroying Isabella’s soul in an instant, and also crushed another soul.

This is the true method of the Hanging Sword.

However, God Pan never thought of this level at all.

Even, in order to protect Isabella, He did not even dare to carefully explore her body and soul, let alone discover the huge hidden dangers that existed deep in the soul.

Because He is a god, even if He transforms into a human form, just activating the extraordinary breath to explore will cause irreparable damage to Isabella.

He didn’t do that.

The last chance to make amends was lost.

Vlad didn’t know where he got the news, so he chose this moment to tell him.

Pan Shen was silent, lowering his head and staring quietly at the woman in his arms.

The woman who once made his heart flutter.

There was finally a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yes, He should have discovered it long ago.

As a false god, how could he combine with ordinary intelligent life and give birth to offspring?

Even He Himself is the product of his mother’s concept of differentiation.

Perhaps it’s because he is just a false god, and he has acquired many bad habits of intelligent creatures in the process of searching for his partner for thousands of years.

Impulse, greed, desire…

All these blinded his eyes, causing him to turn a blind eye to this obvious flaw.

The so-called finding a wife, in the final analysis, is still wishful thinking.

Thinking of this, God Pan looked around suddenly and said in a loud voice: “Ikri, I know you are nearby, come out!”

The last two words were obviously filled with hatred.

The sound wave is like a knife, destroying the surrounding environment like a knife.

A chipmunk squirrel with a magic wand in its arms jumped out of the void in a panic, and immediately suspended in the air again.

Pan Shen asked calmly: “What is going on?”

His seemingly calm tone was like the calm before the storm.

He thought of what Ikri had said to him earlier, “Is this the price?”

At the moment when he met Isabella, Ikri was also present, and Pan once wanted to pay the price.

However, at that time, Ikri declined his request.

Now that I think about it…

The so-called price paid long ago may be just an excuse for this squirrel.

Since this wish has not been realized, the price is naturally in vain.

“It can be counted…” Ikeri glanced at Pan Shen, looked at his expression and quickly added: “It can’t be counted.”

It didn’t dare to show off here, and quickly added: “The wish you made at that time was to become a god…”

Pan Shen thought of something, and his expression changed slightly.

Yikri continued: “And you did pay the price, but the price is only now…”

A faint cry sounded.

came from Isabella’s belly.

There is an extremely weak breath surging, awakening.

In a sense, it is the common child of two false gods and two humans.

Although its mother had done everything she could to provide for it, she had done as much as she could before she died.

But alas, it is the Son of God.

And she is just a poor human woman.

It wasn’t until this moment that it let out its first cry.