Casting spells

When Luke opened his eyes again, the red double helix-shaped vines in front of him had turned into some kind of translucent crystals, which turned into dust and drifted in the wind with a light touch.

"This feeling... can't be described in words..." The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a joyful smile.

There is no way not to be happy!

Because at this moment, the world in his eyes is completely different from before, and even the traces of life remaining in the land and air can be clearly distinguished without exception.

As for the "cocoon" in his hand, the surface was no longer entangled with countless red silk threads, and turned into a smooth oval gemstone.

But it is obviously not a gemstone in the ordinary sense, but a large amount of life energy that has not been completely absorbed and contains various impurities.

Although it is not of much use to Luke, it is still a treasure enough to change their own destiny for those mortals who are still struggling to survive.

Of course, the most important thing is that there is still an incomplete soul with self-awareness stored inside it. Once it is discarded at will, it will not be long before it will be resurrected again.

Staring at the star-like crystals in his hand, Luke couldn't help but smiled and muttered to himself, "What should I do with you?"

There is no doubt that he did not intend to fulfill the "promise" from the beginning, let alone the "curse" or "retribution" that may be caused by breaking the oath.

After all, these things are just mental anesthetics used by the weak to comfort themselves, they are cowardly and incompetent screams of despair, and they are hysterical emotional venting, and there is no meaning other than that.

"Life, what an interesting and complicated thing. It is both fragile and strong, full of infinite possibilities. Maybe... I should give you a chance to see what kind of fruit that strong attachment can finally bear .”

As he said that, Luke picked up the tattered bionic puppet from the ground, which could barely see its original appearance, and stuffed the crimson crystal into it.

next second...

The withered and dead red thread returned to its original state in less than a second, eagerly absorbing energy from the crystal.

In less than a minute, the dilapidated puppet stumbled and stood up again, its eyes exuding the joy of being resurrected from the dead.

Feeling the abundant energy provided by the core of life, it raised its head and asked in an uncertain tone: "What did you do to me?"

"It's nothing! I just left you some things I don't need. Now, you are free and can do whatever you want." Luke replied, walking towards the exposed main entrance of the big library go.

Thanks to the special stone material, this ancient building did not suffer too much damage, and even some protective spells were activated under the energy impact.

"Where is my soul? You promised to help me make up for my incomplete soul!" The puppet jumped up and blocked the only entrance to the big library.

"Hehe, are you sure you want me to help you fill up your broken soul? Do you know what it means to repair a soul?" Luke stopped and asked two extremely serious questions.

The puppet shook his head without thinking: "I don't know, and I don't want to know. I just want to have a complete soul and become a real life. This is your promise, and now it's time to fulfill it."

"Stupid! The completion of the soul means that from the moment you realize yourself from birth, all memories, emotions, and personality will disappear, and you will be replaced by another completely different you. To a certain extent, if you complete the soul, it is equivalent to To kill you, and then re-create a more perfect you. Tell me, even so, do you choose to complement the incomplete soul?" Luke asked loudly with a sneer.

It's not that he is scaring the other party, but that the knowledge he has so far can only do so much.

As for the more complex and profound soul secrets, he has not yet come into contact with them.

"No!!! You are lying to me! Kill you! Kill you!"

Undoubtedly, the puppet did not change its personality and behavior just because it gained a stronger "heart".

It is not good at thinking at all, and the only way to solve conflicts is to kill and seize.

In addition, the energy provided by the "heart" was hundreds of times higher than before, causing it to have an illusion that it could already defeat the boy.

So, after roaring, it quickly poured life energy into its limbs, causing it to produce an effect similar to gushing air, and directly rushed to Luke at a lightning speed.

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"Oh—I knew it would turn out like this."

Seeing the puppet getting closer and closer to him, Luke just sighed and raised his hand to activate two tall and mighty metal statues at the entrance of the library.

moment!

The two behemoths came to life, waved their exaggerated weapons, and slapped the puppet flying in the air like a fly.

boom!

After a muffled sound!

Like a shooting star, the puppet flew across the sky in a beautiful parabola, and fell into a pit 2000 meters away. It is estimated that it will not be able to get up for a while.

Glancing at the dust generated by the impact, Luke bluntly gave the order to the two metal statues to guard the entrance, and then strode into this temple of knowledge.

solemn!

Solemn!

silence!

When he stepped into the hall full of bookshelves, he finally understood why the "god" suggested that he should visit this city.

Only here can he truly understand the civilization, knowledge and history created by this world.

Only here can he deeply understand the strength of the Darente, and make up for the gap between himself and the other party through learning.

Knowledge is the ladder, the only tool that can free lower life from humbleness and complete self-transcendence.

Luke has always been very clear about this.

Carefully taking out a thick book from the bookshelf that has been preserved for thousands of years under the protection of magic, he quickly read it engrossed.

one after another...

The boy is like a dry sponge, absorbing knowledge in this ocean, no matter what happens outside, it can't have the slightest disturbance and influence on it.

He had no idea that at the moment he entered the library, a terrifying storm was brewing far away in the shelter.

……

"Everyone! We can't go on like this! Wells' body has entered the countdown to death seven days ago. If he protects himself in the shelter, everyone here will die." A Darente woman stood counting Shouted excitedly in front of thousands of compatriots.

"Damn it! Hasn't that guy come out of his obsession yet?" A man cursed through gritted teeth.

You must know that ever since it was discovered that the Darente named Wells would not eat or drink, shut himself in the room all day long, and stared at the strange boy in the mirror day and night, the management agency established in the shelter tried every means , and even resorted to violence once.

As a result, instead of solving the trouble, it almost triggered an energy vortex in advance.

After this failed operation, the option of violent arrest was inevitably abandoned and replaced by various "bad ideas" that emerged in an endless stream.

In fact, at this stage of things, the Darente people in the refuge could not come up with a good solution, either to let Wells leave by himself, or everyone to leave and let him detonate an astonishingly powerful energy storm.

Looking at the tense, panicked, or meaningful eyes, the Darente woman standing on a high place raised her hands to signal everyone to keep quiet, and continued to say: "I understand, you are concerned about asylum So the current management ability is very disappointing, and I even hope that the ring of space can be repaired, and then destroy this barren world that has lost its plunder value, and return to our rich home planet. But the problem is that repairing the ring of space is not an easy task Things, not to mention the barrenness of this planet, do you think the parent star will give priority to repairing it?"

"You mean...we've been abandoned, don't we?" Another older Darent spellcaster raised his head, his eyes sparkling sharply.