Conquer Another World From the Beginning of the Game

Chapter Ninety Seven

Yang Qiu didn’t care about Hal’s accusation at all, and instead laughed: “Don’t be so extreme, my friends, since I say this is a good thing for a win-win situation, of course it’s justified. Think about it yourself, how many people can have it? Is this opportunity to objectively observe your own demons from the perspective of a bystander when your mental state is not threatened?"

"We have to thank you, right?!" Hal's face turned green.

"Of course." Yang Qiu's Phantom said naturally, "Of the three present, who is content with the status quo from the bottom of my heart and never intends to pursue the way of the strong?"

Hal stopped cursing this time, and closed his mouth tightly... As a man, how could he admit that he was content with the status quo and didn't want to make progress!

"In order to pursue the way of the strong, it will be a matter of time before challenging the limits of one's own spiritual realm and facing one's own spiritual flaws." Yang Qiu's Phantom said calmly, "I have never heard of my own weaknesses and my own fears. Those who can't look directly are qualified to claim to be...strong."

These words made Hal and Tuttle grinning...

Rex showed a faltering expression even more.

If there are old wounds in the minds of adults that cannot be healed, they must come from their teenage years-young people are the easiest to make mistakes and stupid, and make a life-long choice that makes them regret, shame, and regret.

Many people’s life trajectories were changed by stupid decisions made in their youth. After repenting, it would take at least ten, twenty, or even a lifetime to pay off debts made by their youth. .

This kind of strong rejection of the once self will not only not be eliminated by the invincible time, but will be more secretly hidden in the depths of the person's soul, hiding in the least touchable place in the memory attic; of course, people are stimulated, Or when there is a sense of sight, these trembling memories will come out again, tearing open the wounds once again.

If it's just ordinary people, this lingering old nightmare is not too destructive, and it can make people feel depressed for a while. After all, the burden of life is far more important than the dark history of the past.

Replaced with professional-level powerhouses whose mental power is generally multiples of ordinary people, the problem is big-in this magical rule, strong mental power can directly interfere with the real world, and the broken powerhouse is a real soul. The body collapsed, and even the steps to go to the roof were saved...

Rex was particularly impressed by this. The potions he worked so hard to collect at the beginning could only keep him awake when he was baptized by higher levels of power. The effect of the medicine faded, and he could no longer stabilize and control his spirit, and he wandered and collapsed for a while. Edge - Had it not been for Yang Qiu to be pulled into the brand matrix, he would have long since turned into a metamorphic monster wandering in the depths of the Sorensen Mountains.

"Of course, this does not mean that the old man will force you to do anything. It is still you who make the choice." Yang Qiu's Phantom smiled and said, "The'devil' that prevents you from becoming the strongest is here. There, it is our undead friends who need to challenge them, not you."

"You can drink tea, talk about the sky, sleep for a while when you are sleepy, and wait for the dawn as if you are spending an ordinary and peaceful night; you can also try to stare at your own shadow... How to choose is up to you Decide."

Speaking of this, Yang Qiu activated the "Void Realm" arranged under the town hall of Exile Town, canceled the projection, and left the space for three people.

The moment the projection dissipated, the night outside the window seemed to be polluted with blood, and the silky red light was looming.

Hal & Tuttle looked at each other, their faces very ugly...

——No matter how beautiful it is, in the final analysis, it's not that they have done a **** thing to open their secrets to those **** undead without any cover!

Soon, the three of them felt a slight sense of trance. This feeling was very short, not even half a second. If they were not mentally tight, they might not have noticed this subtle feeling, but would just think it was themselves. Go to the next god.

"Has it started..." Hal looked out the window with a blue face.

The last time Yang Zhaolai's breath of vain air enveloped the town, he didn't think it had anything to do with him.

Only this time, he felt vaguely... this **** darkness, which should have been instinctively feared, gave him a vague sense of intimacy!

When he stared at the **** darkness, he could even sense something vaguely connected to him, entrenched in the darkness somewhere!

"it has started."

On Third Avenue, in front of the empty wooden house with a cellar, the players who formed a team cheered each other and entered the wooden house bravely.

Inside the wooden house that is so dark that you can't see your fingers, a giant centipede with a strange shape against the ceiling is staring at the players spitefully with a dozen pairs of eyes open.

In the town hall, Hal felt a familiar sense of collapse, and quickly grabbed the back of the nearby chair.

"Hal?" Tuttle quickly helped him.

"Here again..." Hal gritted his teeth and sat down slowly with the armrest.

Rex looked at this stuff silently...

Half a month ago, when the town was enveloped by the breath of void air for the first time, he also felt a sense of prostration several times, but he didn't react too much because he was lying in bed and sleeping. He thought it was a discomfort in his body, so he didn't care too much.

So, his "alienated spiritual realm" that was constructed after Yang Ju's incarnation was also entered by the undead, right...

Rex couldn't help but hide his face.

I was curious about what the undead saw, and I didn’t want to know it—so ashamed!

After slowing down, Hal was in a similar mood to Rex. After struggling for a long time, it was curiosity that defeated the resistance, and his gaze slowly moved down to look at his shadow.

A large wind lantern hung on the wall provided ample light sources in the house. Under the light, Hal found... his shadow was lighter than the shadow of the sofa he was sitting on.

Hal couldn't help but remember that Pansy had said something strange about the shadow of him and Tuttle half a month ago...

Gritting his teeth bitterly, Hal stared angrily at his strangely fading shadow.

In front of his eyes, a ghost suddenly appeared.

The surrounding environment seemed to have lost its sense of reality, and his mind and will seemed to be dragged into the ghost of both familiar and unfamiliar.

In front of his eyes, two pictures appeared at the same time...

These are two very similar images, the lonely and deep suburban woods, the thin young man lurching along with the body bag, the rustling of rubber soles on the thick accumulation of leaves...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Hal roared and raised his head vigorously, staring at the ceiling, his forehead, temples, neck, and arms bulged, and his body convulsed violently.

"Hal?!" Tuttle was shocked, and hurriedly rushed to suppress him.

Hal was still staring at the ceiling, shaking uncontrollably, his entire face distorted with fear, and his eyes turned red.

"Damn it! Hal?!" Tuttle panicked, and quickly patted his face with his hand, "Be sober! Look at me Hal, can you hear me?!"

"Don't worry..." Rex reached out and stopped Tuttle. "He didn't lose control, he was just terrified."

"What **** are you talking about, how could Hal be so scared!" Tuttle was furious.

Rex was not angry, but faintly said: "Hal doesn't necessarily know himself, how can you know him better than him."

Tuttle looked startled.

Rex pulled a chair and sat down, sighed, and said, "Man, how can you really understand yourself... Except for the memory deep in the soul, most people actually glorify the wrong things they have done in their memories. Make excuses for the self you used to...Because not doing this will make people unable to live."

"But this kind of power to escape belongs only to ordinary people." Rex smiled bitterly and said vicissitudes of life, "Like us, people who only believe in their own power and chase the way of power, after all, have to face themselves... …If you can’t even defeat yourself, how can you talk about the way of the strong."

Tuttle was silent for a while, let go of Hal, and sat down across from him.

Among the extraordinary people in this world, spellcasters are the group most likely to lose control. Every few years, you can always hear the news of the fall of a well-known mage.

The reason is that the magic is poisonous.

The abundant magic power of this world originated from the "whale fall" of the ancient gods. The spellcasters who have been with magic all the year round, no matter how cautious they are, there will always be times when their horses stumble.

So are other transcendents safe?

Not really.

The monks of the church will also lose control due to the wavering of their beliefs, and they also need the aid of sealed objects when they advance; all churches try to obtain power and wealth, and pursue the unity of politics and religion, all they want is for more efficient collection and storage. Sealed objects.

Professional grades like them who are known for their physical abilities, as long as they have a certain amount of talent and hard work in the initial stage, they can gain strength beyond mortals and achieve a certain degree of transcendent status.

But if you want to go further, you need to touch the mental forbidden zone-for example, career advancement.

Although Tuttle is a Ranger, he hasn't actually completed the advanced ranger... He is just more talented with bows and arrows.

Hal is not the real assassin either-Hal hasn't crossed that "gate" either.

Rex is the one who crossed the "door", and his power is essentially different from theirs...otherwise, it would be impossible for the rebellious former thieves to pinch their noses and get along with this incompatible guy. .

Hal, who was slumped on the high chair with his head up, did not know if he heard Rex's words, and after a short breath, he turned his head and looked at Rex deeply.

Rex didn't speak, but looked at him calmly.

Hal twitched, struggling to sit upright, grabbing the handrails with both hands, slowly lowering his head, and looking at his shadow again.

Tuttle wanted to dissuade him, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything.

From an outsider's point of view, Hal has many problems.

But for Tuttle... he is willing to follow Hal, naturally because he respects Hal's strengths.

For example, internal protection, for example, refuses to admit defeat.

Although Rex's words are kind, but the tone of the people who came over is also very irritating-just a hairy boy, why do you teach people from the top? !

Hal was obviously unconvinced. He was already a very aggressive person. A hairy boy who was almost ten years younger than him said something in front of him, "I can do it, you can't," he couldn't bear it. this!

Hal, holding back his energy and not admitting defeat, this time through his own shadow, saw an extremely absurd scene——

The Jim in the body bag in the outskirts woods that he thought he had dug out of his mind long ago and forever forgotten... got out!

Jim, who crawled out of **** to find his revenge, grew out of his uncle, Harrington Maxwell's bust!

Uncle Harrington's body has grown out of Olive's half again!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Hal let out a horrible scream, his whole body convulsed and trembled violently again, and he didn't even know that the nails holding the handrail were bleeding.

Even so embarrassed, Hal did not divert his eyes this time. He stared at his shadow in fear, looking at the somewhat vague picture that could awaken the deepest memory of his soul. The world in front of him seemed to be too Gradually shrouded in blood...

Jim, his good friend.

The Maxwell family offended the industrial upstart Earl of the Kenyan Empire. His father and uncle went bankrupt within half a year. He also became a street boy who couldn't even enter the school from the young master who was the proud son of heaven.

When he was hesitating and helpless, it was Jim, a boy who grew up on the street, who gave him a hand.

Jim took him to join a local street organization and was blessed, and he was finally able to get paid for the odd job.

Jim taught him the rules of survival on the streets, no one should mess with it, where to get a free lunch, and which restaurant discarded expired ingredients can still be eaten...

Such Jim was killed in the bar where they were street teenagers who had been around for a long time.

The person who killed Jim was the leader of their street organization. The reason for killing Jim was that Jim wanted Hal and the young people who hadn't caught too many bad habits to join him in the factory.

It was a large local factory with a strong workers' union. The salary was very good. Every time I hired people, I had to break my head... Jim managed to get this opportunity by embracing the thigh of a union manager.

The boss knew that Hal and Jim were close brothers and forced him to make a choice-to live as an accomplice who killed Jim, or to bury Jim, a kid who dared to leave the organization?

Hal had no choice.

He buried his conscience, along with the body of Jim, a good brother, in this suburban forest.

Hal screamed like howling. He looked at Jim, who had turned into a monster in the ghost, and his soul seemed to be torn apart little by little by an invisible hand.

He thought he had forgotten the pain of being torn apart in his soul and heart, but it turned out that he hadn't forgotten... These pains were actually hidden in the depths of his soul, but he pretended not to see it.

Something... slipped from his cheeks and dripped onto his knees.

At the age of twenty, Uncle Harrington, who adopted him, managed to save a little money.

Uncle Harrington understood that if Hal dared to quit the gang, their family would be troubled, so he secretly sold his belongings, bought a train ticket, and quietly ran to the south with Hal and his family one night.

In the beginning, they lived well in the southern city of the Kenyan Empire. Hal and his uncle started a small business together, and the cousin also found a workers' school that they could attend.

However, it didn't take long for the young and brave Hal to get into trouble...

He himself was strong and strong, but he was fine, but Uncle Harrington was implicated and died after only one blow.

Hal didn't dare to face his aunt and cousin, and became a deserter.

Hal slid off his chair and crawled to the ground.

He couldn't make a sound anymore, just half-opened his mouth silently.

His mind, body, and soul seemed to be torn into countless pieces.

Olive, a hearty and enthusiastic southern woman.

She is not from Kenya, and came to Kenya with her family to escape the war.

The industry and commerce of the Kenyan Empire were concentrated in the north, and the south was mostly plantations and manors, as well as scattered handicrafts.

Of course, Olive, a foreign woman, could not find a good job in the southern city. After being fired by the merchant who hired her as a maid, she sold flowers and fruit juice, and eventually became a street girl.

The burden of life hasn't overwhelmed Olive. In that old apartment with many people, Hal could always hear her laugh through the thin wooden wall.

Hal, who had just joined the local band of thieves, fell in love with the hearty Olive, but he himself was wandering and didn't dare to express his wishes.

One night, when Hal and his companions sneaked into a grocery store to steal, across the street, he saw Oliver being taken into an underground hotel by two drunk men.

Hal, who was in charge of letting go, just watched this scene in silence at the time.

After that, he never heard the southern woman's laugh again.

It took a long time before he accidentally learned from local gang members that the two men who bought Olive that night, one of them was a notorious slave merchant.

Hal had not had time to show his love to Olive. The only interaction he remembered with Olive was the brief greetings when he met him in the corridor, such as "Good day, are you going to go out?"

He saw with his own eyes that the woman he admired was slipping to hell.

And he did nothing at the time.

The memories he thought he had forgotten a long time ago flooded his mind.

Even Jim, Uncle Harrington, and Olive, who were transformed into monsters in the double shadow, killed all the undead, the picture disappeared, and he couldn't see anything in front of him... he didn't want to stop.

Hal curled up into a ball, clutching his chest tightly.

It hurts……

Someone put his hand under his armpit, lifted Hal up and put it back on the chair.

Hal raised his eyelids wearily and found... it was Rex.

There was no pity on Rex's annoying face, which made Hal feel a little better.

Tuttle didn't help him because Tuttle was also lying on the high-back chair next to him at the moment, looking up, covering his face with his hands.

Hal glanced at Tuttle's shadow and noticed that his shadow had also faded.

Of the three of them, only Rex's shadow remained unchanged.

Hal wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing, closed his eyes and let himself collapse.

"...Is this my fear--that's it, I'm afraid of the mistakes I made."

"I never... defeated myself, I just escaped."

Halmer thought, suddenly a little discouraged.

Obviously, he was just reminiscing about the past, but he seemed to be more tired than when he worked so hard to maintain the wealth of the Sorensen Mountains.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Rex, who was sitting quietly in a daze, and Hal rarely... took the initiative to strike up a conversation with this young man who he had always been reluctant to pay attention to: "Charlie, what was it when you broke the door? Feel?"

Rex seemed to be a little surprised. Hal was willing to talk to him after exposing such an embarrassing side. After thinking about it, he said seriously: "Humble, scornful, unnecessary... The power that hit me during the advancement made me There is a kind of confusion of'Am I really worth living?'"

Hal's mouth twitched slightly... This answer is really uninformative.

"Then what about your fear, your "distorted spiritual realm" that was transformed by Yang Juxian, is...what?" Hal asked again.

"I don't know." A wry smile appeared on Rex's face. "It's hard for people to know themselves objectively, and so do I. I'm waiting for...there will be undead entering my'spiritual realm'."

Hal stared at Rex for a few seconds, and suddenly realized that this kid wasn't that annoying.

In Westham Town, Yang Qiu looked at the situation of the three dungeon material providers in Exile Town for a while, and did not care anymore and continued to meditate daily.

In the past two days, he stayed in another world longer than when he returned to Earth, and the frequency of meditation was much higher than before.

And he meditated so frequently, he naturally attracted the attention of Lowell Supervisor...

Lowell, who was already lying down, felt the active magic power and opened his eyes at once.

The monk does not use magic power, but the strong spiritual power of the monk is also extremely sensitive to magic power-before the era of the Great Navigation brought richer business activities and more frequent business flows, the relationship between the mage tower and the church was not as peaceful as it is now. In order to compete for the materials used to cast spells, it is normal for the magician and the monk to be tense.

Monitor Lowell got out of bed gently, walked to the door, and pulled the door open.

In the living room, Yang Guoran, who was sitting behind the coffee table, was meditating again, and the whole room was filled with energetic and energetic magic from all directions.

Rowell frowned slightly, his expression somewhat solemn.

If he remembered correctly, Yang Gang meditated before dinner.

This kind of general magic trick that concentrates and opens all perceptions and quickly absorbs magic factors is also available in the church, but the church monks are not used to absorb magic, but to pray and accept the gifts of divine power.

But whether it is absorbing magic power or accepting god-given beliefs, it is impossible to do so frequently and intensively-the magician will have the risk of being contaminated by magical power, and the monk may also be corroded by the divine power in prayer and lose himself.

Although the sun is good, there will be trouble if you get too much sun.

Based on Lowell's observations of Yang during this period, he does not think that Yang Hui is a lunatic who blindly pursues the way of power.

"If it's not a risky move... could it be said that he has the certainty that he will never get lost in magic and power?"

With this confusion, Rowell monitored that he was not drowsy, and simply walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa opposite Yang Qiu.

For about half an hour, Yang Qiu finished his meditation and nodded at Lowell Supervisor with a smile.

Supervisor Lowell nodded in return, and sensed Yang Qiu's almost overflowing magic power, frowning: "Excuse me to guess, Yang, are you... are you preparing to advance to the Great Mage?"

"Yes." Yang Qiu admitted frankly, "Our undead friends are intolerable in the world, and now there are many more people in Tarantan who need shelter. As the lord, I naturally improve myself as much as possible in case of an emergency. need."

Lowell frowned, disagreeing with the authenticity: "I'll be honest, your experience over the past few decades can't be said to be a sharpening of your mind."

It takes several years to prepare for the advancement of professional level. At least ten to twenty years are required for such a thing as the advanced magician. Lowell also heard that the Lieyang Church is in It doesn't look good at Yang Qiu's skillfulness of how many manpower has been lost to contain the nightmare butcher.

Yang Qiu smiled, and said, "Respected supervisor, what do you think is the nature of power?"

"Force, violence." Lowell inspector said without hesitation.

Changing to a normal church monk might draw a bunch of good-looking principles. At the level of Lowell's supervision, naturally, those meaningless modifications are not needed.

"Yes, the essence of power is force and violence." Yang Qiu's expression remained unchanged, and his smile remained calm. "However, in my case, power is the bottom line to protect yourself from violations and maintain the minimum justice and order, not the bottom line. Violence to attack others."

"I have never abused power out of selfish desire, so I never worry that I will get lost in power."

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