Something's wrong with my undead

After receiving a positive answer, Heine felt a little relieved.

But only slightly.

Not to mention that these two guys are talking nonsense, after all, they are only level six now.

And according to them, the players entered the dungeon under the guidance of the evil aunt after the soul storm of Delmines swept through the floating city.

In other words, by then, Delmines had already launched a powerful external attack, and its internal strength should have been weakened.

So after a little thought, he didn't say too much.

"I need to confirm first whether our intelligence is equal. What kind of help can you provide, and what level of information do you need to solve your problems?"

"Of course." Veronica nodded and said, "Nicky said that your skeleton understands the forms and characteristics of various strange beasts, and has an amorphous body that can mimic various strange beasts. In addition, it is extraordinary in controlling strange beasts. These are all what we need."

"But they may not be able to explain the principles behind these methods. To give an inappropriate example, they are proficient in swordsmanship and can break the enemy's moves at the most appropriate time, but they cannot provide a systematic explanation of swordsmanship."

Veronica frowned slightly: "But Nikis said that his attainments in shadow magic were amazing, and he also gave guidance to the guys in the Institute of Magic..."

Heine: "Yes, fighting skills can be taught. As long as the person receiving the teaching suppresses his strength to the same level as them and then gets beaten up, he can gain a lot. If he doesn't gain anything the first time, he can do it a few more times until he gains something. But if you want to deal with a powerful ghost in a certain ruin, can you also discuss it with them?"

Veronica indeed showed a hesitant look after hearing this.

"This is indeed a problem."

So Heine started promoting his own products at the right time.

"In fact, in McCalla, this is not a problem. This situation can be completely overcome," he said.

...

Da Huang: "Fuck, he's started it! He's going to eat people again!"

Wei Dianyuan: "No, he didn't even let my aunt go?"

Da Huang: "Didn't he say he likes Lao Deng? The older it gets, the better it tastes!"

Wei Dianyuan: "That aunt is indeed old enough."

...

God damn I like Lao Deng...

Heine almost vomited blood.

Fortunately, long-term training has given him strong control, and he still smiles:

"In Macara, we have a device that simulates the combat environment. As long as we provide enough parameters, or combat memory, we can create the corresponding enemy and give it specific strength to simulate the combat."

Veronica's eyes widened immediately: "McKara still has this kind of thing? Can this technology be traded?"

"This technology can only be implemented in Macara. I'm sure you understand." Heine said with regret, "Also, if you are interested, you can send someone to Macara to watch it in the near future. We postponed the three-town joint military exercise in June every year for a month and replaced it with this simulated battle. We have been preparing for this for a long time."

He continued, "Of course, the premise is that you have enough time. After all, it takes time and money to create such a monster based on your memory, and it also takes time to simulate the results."

Veronica fell into a long silence.

I don’t know if she was shocked that McCalla had become so prosperous now, or if she was really thinking about the suggestion.

Heine was also a little nervous. It was his first time to cheat... No, he suggested that such a powerful old Deng go to McCalla for purification. He didn't know if the other party would have any reservations.

After a long while, Veronica sighed.

"Your suggestion is very good, but it's a pity that I can't go to your place."

Heine's heart moved: "I wonder what you are worried about?"

"Don't play dumb with me, kid." The aunt rolled her eyes at Heine. "Since I know Buzina, I know what Mackala means to outsiders. I am the former chief priest. Do you think my faith is not pious enough?"

really……

Heine sighed inwardly.

The fact that the other party did not forcefully demand that he give up his skills meant that he believed that this was related to McCala's particularity and could not be forced.

Moreover, it is very rare for her to talk to me about faith so calmly. If it were other hot-tempered men and women with firm faith, they would probably have turned on their arrogance and scolded me, "How dare you question my faith?"

This is the bottom line of the extraordinary people in the outside world, and some people don't even allow others to touch it.

That's what Ian Oldman did.

But he still wanted to give it a try.

He pulled out a silver skull fragment.

"What is this?" Veronica frowned.

She sensed a calm and strange aura from it, but didn't perceive any harm, so she didn't resist.

Heine: "It can effectively prevent you from going berserk when you hear what I'm going to say next. I want to resolve this matter without affecting your bottom line."

Compared to the Gum therapy that was originally used on Ian, this is a more mature version that has been iterated to the third generation.

Mackalla's soul is also growing. After restraining his desire to attack, this piece of bone will not cause any disgust among the extraordinary people.

And it was finally not just a skull scan anymore.

This was originally prepared for Andrei's father, Feodor, but since he met his aunt, it's better to use the incense of the eighth-level warlock!

Veronica's eyes narrowed slightly: "What if I don't take it?"

Heine smiled: "Then I won't say anything."

Veronica was so angry that she laughed: "Who did you learn this frivolous look from..."

Having said that, she still snatched the bone fragment from Heine's hand and wrapped it with her perception.

The "Gum brand sustained-release sedative tablets" gradually disappeared, the rational factor spread to the depths of the soul, and a look of surprise quickly appeared on the face of the former chief priest.

Her close connection with the Shadow was severed.

Instead of cutting it off, a thick frosted glass wall was erected between the two.

This was the first time she felt so relaxed since she was promoted to level five.

You don’t have to bear everything left by your predecessors, and you don’t have to be bound by heavy shackles all the time.

But the more this happened, the more sadness appeared in her eyes.

The memory was not blocked, so she remembered every bad decision she made when she was dominated by her faith.

"Now is not the time to regret."

Heine said, "You can only stay awake for a limited time, so I'll just state my conclusion.

“I can understand your excessive self-protection in order to resist the high-pressure infiltration of the Veritas people. This is not your fault, but this is destined to be a road of no return.

“Blind faith can indeed ensure that the flame of inheritance will not be extinguished, but being blinded by faith forever will ultimately lead to a slow death, which is also the intention of the Veritas people.

"Each faith will erect a solid cognitive barrier to maintain its own purity, thus blocking communication with each other. But without communication, there will be no progress. You can only watch the wizards' magical technology expand its territory, eroding your spirit and material, and forcing you to continue to strengthen the barriers until it is destroyed.

“But McCalla is different, we don’t take away anyone’s faith.

“The Yuanling only prevents believers from being blinded by faith, so that they can think and communicate calmly, just like what I am doing now.

"In other words, what we are doing is to free you from your highly sensitive and alert state so that you can cooperate... We are lightening your burden and dispelling the heavy gravity from the side of faith."

"But if all believers think like this, does faith still exist?" Veronica asked.

Heine shook his head. “I can’t answer this question directly, but I can tell you about the changes in Macara. In the past, the spirits there were lazy and sluggish.

"They are listless and slow to respond to psychic calls. This is reflected in the Mekala people as a numb calm.

"They lack the desire to explore, are content with the status quo, and are unwilling to leave Macala from the bottom of their hearts. As external constraints become more stringent, they become more and more content to guard this piece of land.

"Then their courage, enthusiasm and self-confidence faded away. They would just bury their heads in life, looking up at the elves, dwarves and Nessians. They would be indifferent when called country bumpkins, but would be filled with fear and expectation of the outside world under the stimulation of the news.

“However, this expectation is not to turn one’s home into something like that, but to expect an opportunity to escape that will drop from the sky and allow one to leave without any effort.

"As for now... I can't say how perfect it is, which would inevitably be suspected of boasting, but there is one objective fact -

“When I made public the Four-Power Treaty and what you had done to McCullagh, the anger of the McCullagh people did not become a collective emotion written into their souls.”

Veronica's eyelids twitched slightly: "If the Macalla people don't even feel angry at this time, isn't this another kind of numbness and arrogance?"

Heine: “No, they were indeed angry, but it dissipated after a brief moment, because the Macara people were confused and puzzled by this, and didn’t understand why you, as a fellow human, became like this…

"In their subconscious, we are all friends, the same kind, and a community of interests.

"So, they won't punish themselves for your mistakes and indulge in the desire for revenge. There are more worthy and beautiful things to pursue than those."

Veronica shook her head slowly: "You can only guarantee that the Macara people are so noble, you can't deal with the elves, dwarves, or even the Luku people. Once our kindness is regarded as weakness, once our concession is regarded as evasion, even if it only happens once, it will be enough to completely cut off this idea... If you know the past of the Nice people, you will understand how much we have suffered in this regard."

"I understand that every seemingly outrageous procedure means bloodshed and sacrifice, and every change in the procedure also sheds the blood of Nice people."

Heine nodded. "The hatred between races is like a tug-of-war game. It is a process of constantly escalating the stakes. There are only wise men who give up, but no brave men who win. So this time, the Macara people will be the wise men."