Something's wrong with my undead

When Heine opened his eyes, he saw two skeleton faces in front of him.

In his ears was the quarrel between the two people.

Dahuang: "Holy shit, you're awesome, wake up, wake up! You quickly ask him what's going on inside, how come the two-dimensional battle can be solved in one go!"

Zhu Sheep: "Don't be impatient..."

Dahuang: "Can I not be anxious! I'm so anxious! I don't know the solution. I can't sleep well tonight!"

Zhuoyang was amused: "Why the hell do you still want to sleep?"

Dahuang: "Why don't you whip me with that spatula and I'll fall asleep?"

Zhuoyang ignored him and asked Heine directly:

"Where did the guardian spirit on your body come from just now?"

What?

Guardian spirit?

Heine was stunned and quickly asked something.

After some explanation, he learned that after he was pulled into the consciousness space, the blood in the bottle turned into a big wolf dog to protect him.

In the language of catching sheep, it’s just one word:

What a handsome comparison!

Heine glanced at the "Will of the God of War" that had been retracted into the bottle.

Well, after eating and drinking, it stopped moving again.

But he did have a guess - the leather probably fell off the God of War.

Unable to answer, Heine asked about the battle situation.

"Is everything okay outside?"

Xiao Bei took the initiative to answer: "The battle went smoothly. Under the command of...'Big Yellow', those giants and winged monsters failed to cause any casualties."

Although Da Huang wants everyone to call him "Fish Tuan".

But because of his poor common language, the naming rights belong to Zhuoyang.

So everyone started to call him this coined word.

Although Heine breathed a sigh of relief, his expression couldn't help but be confused when he looked around.

The will disappeared, but the golden eggshell did not disappear, it just became lighter.

At this time, Gawain's voice came:

"The will of the Holy Light is not something conceived by the power of the Holy Light, but an outsider, so even though the will is swallowed up, the energy will not dissipate."

Heine was shocked: "An outsider?"

He always thought that the will in extraordinary energy was naturally conceived.

"Yes." Gawain nodded: "At the beginning, I took away all the control rights of the Holy Light from the other party. This is in line with the teachings we have received since childhood - the Holy Light only favors people with a strong will, as long as they believe If it is immortal, its power will continue to flow.

“It came back and took over because I spent most of my energy maintaining space in my consciousness.”

Heine's eyes lit up: "Maintain the consciousness space? Can you still open that consciousness space and maintain it?"

Gawain was stunned for a moment, then closed his eyes and tried.

After a while, he opened his eyes.

"Yes, it's OK."

Heine finished his work: "Then can you generate battle scenes and opponents there?"

Before Gawain could answer, Zhu Sheang screamed in surprise!

"Damn it, he's not going to do a permanent trial, is he?"

...

That's right!

Not only is it a permanent trial, what Heine really wants is a "copy" at the level of consciousness!

In this way, the natives can be trained into battle-hardened warriors like the players without any casualties.

The few skeletons he summoned have proven the feasibility of this idea.

As long as the rules are the same and the material level keeps pace, the strong in the virtual world will still be the strong in the real world!

Because the two laws of becoming stronger are the same:

Brilliant equipment is just data, but countless practices and battles will always be real!

Heine suppressed his excitement and only let himself express the expectation and curiosity of an aborigine.

Gawain nodded slowly.

"This is a bit difficult, but as long as we find the right method, it may not be impossible."

"That's good."

Heine breathed a sigh of relief.

But then we still faced a problem.

"Why don't these holy lights disperse like those in the energy storage well?" he asked.

Gawain is also a little confused about this.

"I can explain this."

Linumu walked over from the side.

He held a crystallized branch in his hand, which seemed to be covered with a layer of gold powder.

"The trees here are like the mercury forest. The flooding holy light crowds out other energy in the plants. The reason why it does not spread is because they come from a spell with a stable structure. After the inherent aggressiveness of the holy light is stripped away, it will Maintain today’s steady state.”

Gawain then added: "This is indeed very similar to the seventh-level spell 'Temple of Light'. It is a kind of mirror image of the consciousness space in reality... and I can feel that it is still slowly absorbing the holy light floating in the air."

Heine was stunned for a moment: "In other words, this thing won't disappear for a while?"

"Yes."

Gawain couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and immediately added:

"But I noticed a weakness in the Holy Light, which should be able to open a gap."

"Oh?"

Heine showed a wait-and-see expression.

Gawain walked up to Capture the Sheep and borrowed his shield.

Then he walked to a golden barrier somewhere.

Lower your waist, twist and throw!

The dark calm shield was like a dark cannonball, hitting the barrier with strong wind pressure!

boom--

Wow!

The barrier was covered with spider webs, and Gawain opened a big hole with a push.

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, they saw Dylan Gitile outside the cave.

There was a thick layer of black and gray powder piled near his feet.

Gawain, who has been to the Ashes Front, is all too familiar with this...

This is what is left after the undead creatures are purified by the holy light.

Coupled with the death aura in the air that had not completely dissipated, he finally understood why the holy light here was so weak.

"Thank you for your selfless dedication!"

Gawain bowed to Dylan.

The latter had no expression on his face and said, "It's okay as long as everything is fine." Then he turned and left.

...

Gawain returned the shield to the sheep, and at the same time leaned forward and asked:

"How can I improve my flying shield just now?"

Catching Sheep was also unambiguous and said bluntly:

"The range of movement is too large, the ending is too slow, and it is easy to be caught."

When Gawain thought about it, it seemed that this was indeed the case.

After the trial, my physical fitness has improved, but I haven't fully mastered it yet.

He immediately nodded and said, "I've been taught."

Everyone present was dumbfounded, even Xiao Bei found it unbelievable.

Unexpectedly, Lord Gawain would ask him directly for advice...

Behind his back, Dahuang let out a "tsk" sound.

"Lao Gao opened the eyes of the Court of Holy Light with his brute strength. His strength is definitely 35 points, which means he is heading towards the seventh level. It's not even half a year..."

Zhu Yang also lamented: "Indeed, the separation of Eternal Dawn has been advanced."

Dahuang: "Eh? How about you..."

Zhu Sheep didn't even think about it: "Okay! I just thought of it too!"

...

Just when Heine was wondering what riddles the two brothers were playing, Zhu Sheep suddenly walked up to Gawain.

"Congratulations on your new lease of life."

Gawain was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes."

"Have you ever considered changing your name to celebrate this new birth?"

Gawain was stunned.

Heine was also stunned.

Tamad, what are these two doing? ? ?

At this time, Dahuang smiled like a big goose, and Zhuoyang continued to type seriously:

"What do you think of Gao Wu?"

Gawain: "..."

The skeleton couldn't see the expression, and he didn't know why the other party made such a suggestion.

Heine suppressed the urge to laugh and used psychic skills to secretly ask the sheep:

"Was his old name cursed?"

He asked seriously, as if it came to him out of the blue.

Zhu Yang immediately relayed this question to Da Huang.

Dahuang: "I'm a genius, his excuse is so right!"

Zhu Sheep: "Right, I think so too!"

So he said, "Your name may be cursed."

As soon as these words came out, Gawain's expression became solemn.

But after thinking for a short time, he still showed a relieved smile.

Then he shook his head.

"If I have to carry a curse, I deserve it, and I don't want to use this trick to escape it or transfer it to someone else."

In the face of such a serious and decent answer, even players who like to play tricks were infected.

So Zhuyang changed his offensive and patted the opponent on the shoulder.

"Congratulations on passing the test, the Holy Light will be proud of you from now on."

"Thank you."

Dahuang: "You are so pretentious!"

Zhu Sheep: "Don't make any noise, my friend is an RPG player."

(rp player: immersive role-playing player)

……

The "operation" prepared for Gawain ended successfully.

Except that a small half of the forest in the hunting ground was dyed golden by the flooding holy light, and a huge "Temple of Holy Light" was left behind that could not be dissipated, there were no casualties this time.

——Except Dylan’s undead creatures.

Of course, the harvest is rich.

Among them, the most valuable one is Gao Wen, who is suspected to have reached level seven.

And his unimpaired memory.

He is different from Linumu.

The latter is a little talked about among the elves. In addition, there are only a few Riddlers among the elves, and the secrets are all in the hands of the Council of Elders. He, a shepherd of the Holy Healing Society, cannot join the core layer.

But Gawain is different.