Culture Conquers Foreign Worlds

The steel thorns constructed by the black spear burned from the bottom, and the raging fire roasted Harvey's body, but what Harvey felt was not hot, but a kind of coldness deep into his bones. Sight, smell, touch, taste, and hearing, the five senses of the body are dominated by strong mental shocks. It is like a person who can't swim is thrown into the sea, only at a loss who wants to grasp any fixed point.

"This should be the spiritual world, mental attack?" Harvey endured the pain caused by the burning spirit, unable to describe this feeling in words. It is not pain but it makes people feel more uncomfortable than severe pain. Fortunately, Harvey's mental power has been tempered for a long time, and can barely resist this weird mental attack in a short period of time.

　　 Harvey is surprisingly calm, because Harvey knows better than everyone that the more dangerous he is, the more he needs to calm down. This world is not a hot-blooded animation. The angry emotions cannot make Harvey erupt into a super Saiyan, but will only interfere with the process of casting spells.

　　 Consciously calmly came to the conclusion that the feeling in this world is very similar to that of Harvey entering a meditation state.

Joan of Arc stood in the dark shadows and looked at Harvey who was on trial, with a joking chuckle and said: "Anger, fear, despair, curse, the person standing in front of you is the shadow of your sins. All creatures will be judged fairly in this world."

"Although I don't know what you are talking about, it does seem that there are a few familiar faces." Harvey, who was nailed to the huge cross, looked up at the dark shadow crowd below the stage and smiled calmly. Following Harvey's memory, the shadow The face gradually became clear, and there were expressions on their faces, either screaming in anger, cursing of spite, or whispering in fear.

Joan of Arc appeared behind Harvey without a sign, her armoured right hand wrapped her arm around Harvey’s neck and whispered in her ear: "Are you afraid? All the harm you inflict on them will be fed back to your consciousness. ."

　　 Feeling the cold touch of the armor on his cheeks, Harvey replied nonchalantly, "So what? I'm not interested in the so-called judgment of religion."

　　 That is to say, Harvey is already trying his best to find a way to break the game, but even the ancient gods that Harvey has always relied on can't seem to play a role in this spiritual world.

"The souls of all people are pure. They will not increase, decrease, become pure, and will not be contaminated. Even the baptismal trial of the church can only rewrite the direction of the bottom spirit. The trial is different, it is correct. Because the weight of the soul of all people is the same, so is the value of everyone. In this world, your wealth, status, or power as a goddess are all useless. This is a fair trial. , The flame will continue to burn until the weight of your soul is equal to the sin you committed."

　　 Harvey sighed: "How long is that probably?"

　　 "Who knows? It may be a day, or a hundred years, a thousand years, until eternity. There is no concept of time in this world. Even if there is, it is a concept that you have given me."

　　The coldness brought by the raging fire became more and more bitter, Harvey stopped questioning, lowered his head and closed his eyes to enter a state of meditation.

In the spiritual world, only the spirit is the only one. Harvey once wondered if it would be the same as the dream world. As long as Harvey thinks, this world will respond to Harvey’s request, but it is different from the spiritual world built in Shirley. In the spiritual world of the succubus, Harvey can easily shake the roots and wake up from a dream, but Harvey can't find a trace of flaws in this world.

　　The attempt quickly failed. Apart from knowing that this world is the spiritual world, it seems to be no different from the real world. The five senses of the body are as clear as they are, but there is a strange weirdness.

Harvey possesses A-level stellar meditation skills. The spirit sinks into the world of meditation, and all the pain is weakened in an instant. Harvey's consciousness simulates contact with the planet outside the world, and forgets the short-term pain of the spirit by feeling the magnificence of the universe. .

Joan of Arc sat on the cross that fixed Harvey's body and felt the change in Harvey's spirit. The pale golden double pass passed a little surprised. Naturally, the change in Harvey's spirit could not be hidden from her eyes, she could see it. What arrived was that Harvey's spirit solidified into a rock like an ascetic monk, resisting the erosion of this world.

I don’t know how long it took, Harvey opened his eyes and looked at Joan, who was sitting beside him, and said, “603145 seconds have passed, which is seven days. Since mental attacks are not effective on me, you should almost give up. Got it."

　　 Saint Joan of Arc looked into the distance and glanced at Harvey: "It seems like this, not enough to deny that your spiritual world is as stubborn as steel."

"Humph!" Joan sneered, "Poor man, the more you are in this way, the more painful your torture will be. There is nothing eternal and unchanging in all things. You are also calculating time when you are judged. I advise you to continue It's better to get rid of this bad habit, so maybe you can stick to it longer."

"is it?"

"I said that there is no concept of time in this world. Even if the real world is just a second, the world may have spent tens of millions of unchanging days. If you put the meaning of time change, the flow of time in this world depends on your The more the spirit, the more resistance, the slower the flow of time."

　　 Harvey shrugged: "I don't believe in this theory. Do you know what the law of conservation of energy is?"

　　"······"

"Simply put, the energy of the world is always in a state of conservation. Just like the sentence you just said, nothing is immutable. When wood burns, this is the process of energy transformation. Ordinary people swinging their swords are also the process of energy transformation. To continuously build such a spiritual world, certain energy must be consumed, and when the energy is consumed, the world will naturally collapse."

　　 The law of conservation of energy is not dedicated to the earth. Similar magical theories also exist in this magical world and are considered to be an unshakable world law.

　　 After that, Harvey closed his eyes again and plunged into meditation. The universe he felt during meditation was the remnant of Harvey's previous meditation effects, and he could not leave this closed spiritual world for the time being.

　　 After a long time, when Harvey opened his eyes again, his consciousness silently counted to 3,000,000 seconds, which is more than a month.

　　 "It's not over!" Harvey couldn't help but cursed. Anyone who counts to three million silently day and night will probably become so irritable.

　　 Under the torture frame, Joan of Arc fell on her knees, praying with her hands together.

　　 Harvey closed his eyes helplessly, and when his consciousness reached more than tens of millions, he chose to abandon this boring practice, and wholeheartedly meditated to resist the erosion of the spirit by the fire of judgment.

　　 I don’t know how long it took, Harvey felt more tedious than the silent count to ten million. When he opened his eyes, the world remained the same.

　　 "Damn it!"

　　 "Let's count again. If you don't do anything, you will feel nervous."

Perhaps because of boredom and wanting to find something to do in a boring environment, Harvey started counting silently again, sometimes he gave up after counting to several millions, and started again when he counted incorrectly, counting to tens of millions again. There is no reason to start again. Harvey thought about it, thought about the phantom, thought about the game, all of these have been completed in Harvey's mind once, including the study of magic, but also the extreme, but what is the meaning of these in this world?

The meaningless process has gone through dozens of times, and the world remains unchanged, except that it cannot adapt to the spirit of trial fire that erodes the spirit. The irony is that the distortion of the spirit brought by the trial fire stimulates Harvey’s consciousness. .

　　Even if Harvey's mental intelligence is far beyond ordinary people, in this eternal world, he has begun to selectively forget some of his memories.

　　 Opening his eyes 105431 times, Harvey looked up at the drowsy sky and smiled bitterly: "If this goes on, I won’t become an uncle Katz and give up thinking, or is this the purpose of this spiritual world?"

　　 A faint sigh came from Harvey's ear: "You are really tenacious."

　　 Joan of Arc did not know when she sat on the cross again, hugging her legs, her long silver-white hair falling to her knees.

　　 Harvey stopped talking to her because it didn't make any sense.

　　 The longer he is trapped in this world, the more eager Harvey wants to return to the real world. Harvey is not as confident as he was at the beginning, and even has the idea of ​​being imprisoned in this world forever.

　　 Harvey started to think about it, his consciousness entered the fictional world and became crazy, but he didn't think of giving up.

　　 When he fell into meditation again, Harvey stopped killing time, and instead used time to improve his magic skills.

How to do?

　　In this eternal world, the only thing Harvey can do is deduction, using the knowledge he knows to create a tree of knowledge, until the tree of knowledge grows to find a way out of this world.

It took hundreds of thousands of years for humans to develop modern civilization. The sum of the lives of all humans in these hundreds of thousands of years can give the time cost required to develop a knowledge tree of modern civilization. This number may be larger than the birth of the earth. If the world is theoretically an eternal world, it would be enough for Harvey to deduct from 1+1 to calculus, and then deduct a tree of mathematical knowledge far beyond human knowledge.

　　 ten years! century! millennium! Ten thousand years! Time has completely lost its meaning. Harvey has forgotten his original intention, all his memories, and forgotten his own human identity. He repeats the deduction mechanically and arrives at the result. From the result, he continues to deduce the next difference, which is more extreme than someone who gave up thinking. Creatures, Harvey's situation now has to be a little bit worse.

　　 Saint Joan of Arc does not know when she will disappear, leaving this spiritual world to maintain its proper function and to judge sinners.

If the consciousness of ordinary people has already collapsed, but the skill of star field meditation has become the guarantee of Harvey’s consciousness. It is integrated into instinct. Whenever the consciousness is deduced to the extreme, the only survival instinct when it is about to collapse will force Harvey’s Consciousness enters a state of meditative dormancy.

　　 I don’t know when Harvey’s consciousness took control of this space. Harvey could easily crush this spiritual world as long as Harvey wanted to, but Harvey lost the reason to crush this spiritual world and return to reality.

　　······

　　 "The baptismal trial should have a result soon, why is it still like this after more than ten seconds."

　　 Bailong Simpson stared at the picture displayed by the crystal ball and muttered. After more than ten seconds after Harvey was cast on the baptismal judgment magic, his body still stood in place like a wood.

"Let’s take a look. Although he has the help of ancient gods behind him, the ancient gods can’t understand the existence of creatures. In case the ancient gods do not die, everything is fine, and then he is transformed into a mad believer..." Bailong Simpson Feeling the scales of his chin and thinking, slurping words from his mouth, a flame portal opened in front of it.

　　 The white dragon Simpson stepped out of the portal and appeared in front of Harvey, continuing to chant the spell, the golden dragon pupils suddenly brightened and opened the way to Harvey's spiritual world.

"Snapped!"

　　 The second after the operation was completed, Bailong Simpson's head burst like a watermelon without warning, the headless body fell, and the golden dragon blood spilled over Harvey's clothes that corrupted Harvey.

For a long time, for a long time, the blood clots on the ground squirmed and re-formed the white dragon Simpson's body. It opened its eyes and looked around in confusion. The next second its body suddenly jumped out of the place and fled in embarrassment, looking at the solidification with a confused and terrified look. Harvey as a statue.

　　 "Damn~damn~what happened!?"

　　 "What did I see just now?"

Bailong Simpson couldn't remember the memory after casting the spell. The only thing he knew was that after it entered Harvey's mental space, its consciousness caused its domain to burst together with its mind because of receiving too much incomprehensible knowledge. Bailong Simpson had died just now. If it hadn't traced back the spell for a fixed period of time in its body, it would now be a complete corpse.

There is no memory, but the fear deep into the bones of the dragon is still reverberating in Bai Long Simpson’s consciousness and body. It does not even have the strength to stand up now~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Bai Long Simpson opened a hole in Harvey’s spiritual world. A strange and obscure feeling spread from Harvey’s body. Bailong Simpson didn’t know how to describe it. It was like a definition of existence, like a huge lake suddenly appeared in a deserted desert. Who They all noticed the lake for the first time, knew the existence of the lake and understood the meaning of the lake.

　　 Bailong Simpson does not know why such a strange change happened, but it is clear that the situation is beyond control! escape! Escape here! The farther you escape, the better!

　　God knows what will happen next. It is more important to save your life than the huge wealth brought by the game. Anyway, it doesn't want to get involved.

When the white dragon Simpson tremblingly sang the dragon language, a black chair appeared in the void. The decoration of the chair was simple, but the back of the chair was as long as a throne. On the chair was an old man in a black suit sitting in a casual posture. A hand was placed on the armrest of the chair to support his side face, his eyes were majestic and enlightened, and he looked at Harvey calmly: "It turns out that the miracle of the chain has triggered a greater possibility. Now it is the point of divergence between rationality and humanity. , This person named Harvey Adrian is a remnant of your humanity, and the peculiar ability that you possess is also endowed by you, beyond the unknown existence of time, go back to the seat where you should go, and continue the process of observation and deduction until Until this universe is destroyed."

The white dragon Simpson swallowed and recognized the identity of the old man. The portrait of the first president was hung in the office of the president of the Magic Association. According to legend, he lived from ancient times to modern times and lived longer than the dragon. Established magic, a great existence that regulates the meaning of magic.

　　 Aureliso Arthur Douglas