It was a very big cocoon!
It was golden all over. Rather than calling it a cocoon, it would be more accurate to call it a strange golden device. It was very big, even taller than Midsummer Night.
"The legendary Adam that I've never met before is sleeping in here?"
Midsummer Night looked at the cocoon. "Just because of two batteries, that somewhat neurotic Lord Shaman created this thing. Hmm, they are indeed a mysterious race."
He reached out to touch it, but a voice suddenly rang out beside his ear. "If you dare touch him, I will let you know the meaning of heart-wrenching regret!"
Midsummer Night turned around and smiled. "It seems that Lord Shaman has received some ungentlemanly treatment."
The one standing before him was the Sowerin Shaman.
However, her hair was disheveled and her face revealed the remnants of hysteria. Her mental state was clearly not particularly good.
It was worth mentioning that there was still blood on her body.
Midsummer Night did not think that his guild members would be harmed by such a Lord Shaman. The tracking system within the mask showed that every member's vital signs could not be any better!
So, where did the blood come from?
Midsummer Night smiled and said, "It seems that you have done something not so good."
"That has nothing to do with you!"
The Lord Priest was enraged, "You lowly, damned, maggot-like filthy thieves!!!
How dare you come here!
You are too impudent!
The Sowerin people will never accept such humiliation!
This is not perfect at all! "
"What exactly is the perfection that Lord Shaman is talking about?"
Midsummer Night sighed and said, "In terms of appearance, the way I see it, Lord Shaman, you are not perfect. At least, your skin color is too … hmm, too dazzling. If the lights were on …"
He paused and looked at the surrounding light sources. He said thoughtfully, "If these lights were white, your biggest use would probably be to illuminate each other, right?
By the way, is this why all the lights are this warm yellow?
Forgive me for being blunt, but this is actually not perfect!
"Do you understand what is perfect?"
As the Lord Shaman spoke, he gradually approached the cocoon.
Midsummer Night was very considerate and gave her a seat, and always maintained a safe distance.
First, he wasn't too sure what this seemingly dangerous weapon in the Lord Shaman's hands could fire.
Secondly, he wanted to have a good chat with this Lord Shaman …
Although some people's creed was to not nag if they could take action … Midsummer Night felt that if a problem could be solved with a few words, there was no need to start a war.
"Then what is perfection?" Midsummer Night took the opportunity to ask, but he already knew what the High Priest was trying to say.
Sure enough, the Lord Priest reached out his hand to touch the cocoon in a neurotic manner. "He … is perfect!"
Midsummer Night shook his head. "No, he is not perfect at all. From an aesthetic point of view, a cocoon can give off two feelings. One is a creature called a butterfly. I'm not sure if there are any on this planet.
However, it is actually incomparably beautiful. Even so, it is not perfect. Because before it becomes a butterfly, it is often an ugly caterpillar.
The other kind that can be imagined is that within the thick cocoon, there are white worms like maggots, wriggling about. Hmm, I don't think I need to go into more details, right? "
The Lord Shaman suddenly flew into a rage. "Don't talk nonsense!
This is my most perfect work, how can it be compared to those inferior creatures that you are talking about?
Moreover, most importantly … this kind of perfection is something that you simply cannot understand!
Just like those members of the parliament!
Hateful idiots, they actually wanted to deprive me of my position, thinking that I am not perfect enough!
But reality proved that when facing your attack, the only thing they could do was to push me out as a scapegoat!
They simply did not consider that the more weak and cowardly they backed down, the more excessive the invasion would be!
How could I tolerate these imperfect existences sitting on top of my head and tyrannically abusing me! "
"So, you killed them?"
Midsummer Night clicked his tongue and sighed. "It seems that the Lord Shaman's emotions are not particularly stable right now."
"I know … they are very anxious …" The Lord Shaman shook his head and closed his eyes. It was as if he was using all his strength to struggle against something. "I know, but I thought that after they saw my masterpiece, they would think … all of it was worth it. They would approve of my decision!
But in reality?
They … they actually said that he … was worthless!
He is perfect, do you understand?
But they actually thought that he was worthless!
They cannot understand what is true perfection. They have no reason to continue living in this world, breathing the air of this planet … "
She suddenly cast a very peculiar gaze at Midsummer Night and murmured, "Do you know … I suddenly feel that their filth is beyond description. Even breathing the air of the same space as them would cause me to be infected with their incompleteness!"
"You are sick."
Midsummer Night cast a pitiful gaze at the Lord Shaman. "Additionally, you are very sick."
"I am not sick!"
The Lord Shaman suddenly gasped for breath. "I am also not sick. Did you know?
The perfect me, how could I be sick?
Even the tens of millions of ordinary people on this planet were immune to diseases!
As for me … how could I be sick? "
"Mm, generally speaking, people with mental illnesses would probably not say that they are sick."
Midsummer Night cast a helpless gaze at her. "For the sake of two batteries, you ruined yourself to such an extent. Is it worth it?"
"Batteries?" The Lord Shaman was stunned. "What batteries?"
"As expected … you have even forgotten the cause of this matter." Midsummer Night sighed and his figure suddenly disappeared.
The Lord Shaman revealed a puzzled expression as the weapon in his hand was crushed by Midsummer Night. Next, he grabbed the Lord Shaman's wrist and pulled her to the side of the cocoon. "You see, the most imperfect part of him is … right now, he has no ability to resist!"
After saying that, he reached out with his hand to press down on the surface of the golden cocoon. In the next second, he disappeared!