Casting spells

After all, Luke took out the unfinished book, sat less than one meter away from the puppet and began to read it calmly.

"Why should I trust you? How do I know that you have the ability to repair the soul? How can you guarantee that you will not fulfill your promise after getting what you want?"

Hearing the previous words, the puppet's eyes once again had a strong desire to survive, and raised his own doubts in one breath.

In its chaotic conception, there is no trust at all, only cheating, killing and pillaging.

"I have no way to prove it, and I don't need to prove it. Don't forget, you are the one who is about to die now, and you are the one who desires to live and obtain a complete soul. You are not qualified to bargain with me. Either choose to believe, [-]% Obey my order, or wait for death to come. As a half-life with a crippled soul, if your body dies, you will cease to exist forever." Luke responded without raising his head.

Because he knows better than anyone else that the half-life body's desire to survive and obtain a complete soul is even stronger than most intelligent life forms.

It doesn't matter what you think, the important thing is that the puppet will eventually succumb, which is determined by its innate nature...

The first thousand and 330 eight chapters of the center of the forest

"Is this the place you said?"

Luke stared at the weird plant in front of him that was thicker and more lush than other surrounding trees, and asked without looking back.

I saw that it was a vine with bewitching red leaves and a regular double helix from the root to the top, and the surface of the vine was densely covered with thorny thorns, and the two rose alternately until they merged into one at the very top.

No one could tell whether these were two vines growing from one root, or two relatively independent plants.

The only thing that can be judged is that other plants around seem to be afraid of it, within a radius of hundreds of meters, not even a single weed grows.

"Of course! I was born here! It was conceived and awakened me." The puppet following behind showed an extremely complicated expression on its face.

At this moment, he no longer had the cruelty, bloodthirsty and madness of before, but was cautious like a frightened little animal.

Of course, this is not because he has changed his gender, but the energy that keeps him from dying is completely provided by the boy, so he dare not make any hostile actions, otherwise the energy attack will be cut off in an instant and restart Reverted to an awkward state of being unable to act.

"Interesting! In this way, the plant in front of you is the core of the entire activated forest, it can even be said to be the heart. It is maintaining and manipulating all the plants to attack the enemies close to the forest."

Luke is not a magic idiot, and he confirmed the true function of the red double helix vine at a glance.

Especially the surging vitality hidden in the roots is even more dazzling than the stars emitting light and heat in the sky.

Now, he finally understands why a puppet will unconsciously awaken self-awareness. It is not luck, nor is it some arrangement of fate or accident, but no matter what falls near here, it will be nourished by the surging vitality for a long time, and it will give birth to a completely different life. Different new life.

This is an inevitable result!

Even if there is no remains of the alchemy puppet, there will be stones, soil, and even air to replace it, forming a brand new elemental life.

After thinking about this, Luke looked at the puppet with chilling playfulness in his eyes.

After a full minute, he continued to ask: "Then what about the library? Where is it hidden in the ruins of this ancient city?"

"It's right under your feet!" The puppet seemed to have sensed something, and immediately took two steps back cautiously.

If it wasn't for its own life being held in the hands of the other party, it would immediately choose to turn around and run away.

"Underfoot?!"

Luke subconsciously lowered his head and glanced at the bare ground, and sure enough, he found a few exposed white stones.

You must know that this is not an ordinary stone, but a special product of this world, a precious stone named "blessing".

It is said that this kind of stone has incredible energy affinity and can accommodate and store various abilities. Gods liked to use this material to build their sanctuaries in the mortal world.

But unfortunately, after the arrival of the Darente, the "blessing" stone was finally exploited for hundreds of years, and now it has been exhausted. Even a piece the size of a palm will cause the spellcasters to scramble.

"That's right! At the beginning of the war, my kind and I were dropped here, mixed with the crowd to create panic and riots. Then, the terrible natural magic came. Tens of thousands of plants were in the magic Activated under the urging of the body, pain, despair, and death enveloped the entire city. In the eyes of the master, we are just one-time consumables, and they don't even treat us as life."

When saying these words, the puppet's tone revealed strong hatred.

Undoubtedly, this is the last memory it has stored before awakening its self-awareness, and it is also the first war that the Darentes waged to conquer this world.

The resentment of being abandoned?

Or hated for being ignored?

Luke obviously didn't know the other party's mood at this moment, maybe even the puppet himself didn't know too well.

From the perspective of life, it just wants to complete itself, and then live as much as possible, in a complete life form.

I have to say that this desire and requirement is so low that it cannot be lowered, but unfortunately, as long as it is still alive, it will keep killing and plundering to obtain the nutrients it needs to survive, just like this world of the aborigines need food to fill their stomachs.

This has nothing to do with justice or evil, it is determined by the puppet's innate life form.

The things that keep the puppet alive can only be obtained by killing intelligent life and devouring its blood, internal organs and soul. Otherwise, it can only find a spellcaster who is good at controlling energy and continuously supply it with energy.

But if this is the case, even if the caster is willing, I believe it will not be willing.

Because this means that one's right to life is completely handed over to another person. As long as the other person has the slightest malicious thought to look at it, it will fall to the ground in the next second and cannot even move.

"Do you hate the Darente who created you and then abandoned them?" Luke asked, picking up a broken white stone that had been battered by wind and rain. l

"Of course I hate it! They created me, but they didn't give me a complete soul, and finally abandoned me like garbage. Can you tell me why?" The puppet raised its head and growled, gnashing its teeth.

Luke smiled and shook his head: "No, you don't understand.

You and your kind were not designed as a complete life from the beginning of birth.

From the perspective of the Darente, you are just a bunch of tools, like dead things like weapons and armor.

Imagine, would you regard things that can be mass-produced and consumed as treasures?

So it is normal for you and your kind to be abandoned.

As for your later gaining self-awareness, it was just a coincidence, or a kind of luck.

As far as I know, in order to conquer this world, the Darente sent thousands of bionic alchemy puppets like you, but only you happened to land near that interesting plant, and slowly, under the nourishment of the huge vitality, growing up.

Alright, enough of the boring chatter, let's talk about the terms of exchange we reached earlier. "

"Are you going to fulfill your promise?" An imperceptible joy flashed in the puppet's eyes.

"No, of course not. I just feel that since you were born here, you must have some kind of connection with that plant. Maybe...you can be a good medium to help me absorb the remaining energy from its roots ..."

The first thousand 330 nine chapters to learn

"No!!!!!! Don't even think about it!"

As if stimulated, the puppet instantly lifted up to a height of more than six meters, and landed firmly on a branch of a tree, its eyes full of horror and vigilance.

Although its mind is still at a relatively low level, it is not a complete idiot.

To be precise, the sensitivity of anything that might threaten one's own life is far beyond anyone's imagination.