Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

The small wooden carving of a newborn baby, only the size of a palm, lies quietly in a small wooden box.

Darkness, filth, madness, murderous intent; mixed with madness and suppressed malice, permeated the whole big house.

Yang Qiu and Superintendent Luo Wei sat opposite each other across the coffee table, and both of them quietly watched the wood carving in the box.

They could feel the monstrous killing intent pouring out of the wood carvings, and they could all hear the baby's laughter becoming more and more dense.

The laughter had been going on for more than 5 minutes, and it became more and more frantic, gradually turning into hysterical screaming.

Inspector Lowell let out a sigh, breaking the calm: "Such delicate and gentle lines are indeed Mrs. Marion's style. It's really... so embarrassing, the greatest of the eighth to ninth hundred years of the new calendar. The sculptor, did not rest in peace."

For the former owner of the woodcarving, William J. Bancroft, a collector of Srock Commonwealth woodcarvings, who was born only thirty years ago, Marion, the creator of one of his many collections, Ma'am, there may not be any special feelings - Mrs. Marion died more than 200 years before he was born.

But for Rowell... Mrs. Marion, his "peer".

200 years ago, when Rowell was in the prime of life, it was the time when Mrs. Marion, a woodcarving artist of Slok, became famous; when the obituary of this great lady's death was published in the newspaper, Rowell deeply regretted it ——Even if he had never met that lady before.

The reason why I have such deep emotions is inseparable from Rowell's status as a priest... Mrs. Marion was invited by the Prosperity Church to be a guest in the Principality of Shiga, and she also created a goddess for the Prosperity Church, which was hailed as a miracle Bas-relief statue.

Yang Qiu didn't have such complicated feelings as Rowell. He nodded and shook his head again, saying: "At least one mystery has been solved. This brave lady did not die of cowardly suicide."

Rowell nodded slowly.

Suicides have a strong tendency to self-destruct, but in this posthumous work, the only strong obsession left by Mrs. Marion is strong aggressiveness.

"The Norsk people have blasphemed Mrs. Marion." Rowell said unhappily, "They erased her reputation, and charged her with suicide after her death!"

The moral concept of this world does not have the saying that death is a sign of one's will, and all orthodox sects regard suicide as a felony.

"It's already happened 200 years ago. It's meaningless to say these things now." Yang Qiu raised his hand, palm down, facing the wood carving in the wooden box, "I need this sealed item, please help me get this Ma'am rest in peace."

"my pleasure."

Rowell nodded solemnly, took out the dead wood scepter from the space bracelet, and tapped it on the ground.

Ripple-like wonderful ripples floated from the top of the scepter, forming a translucent and visible barrier of sacred attribute confinement, covering the two of them and most of the living room.

There are many reasons for the formation of the Sealed Artifact, such as Mrs. Marion's posthumous work, which is alienated by the creator's strong hatred and some soul fragments, is one of them.

Sealed objects with some soul fragments attached to the dead will be stronger in a certain sense-sealed objects are dead objects, no matter how evil the core is, they will only operate according to certain established rules; while soul fragments derived from living things , will increase the uncertainty of the Sealed Artifact, and make it even more treacherous and unpredictable when the murderous intention occurs.

Pure dark energy as thick as ink and smooth as silk poured out of Yang Qiu's palm, pouring into the wood carving.

There was a short pause in the distorted laughter that had changed its pitch like a growl.

Immediately, a high-pitched, explosive roar suddenly exploded.

This mental storm, which could make countless people lose their minds in an instant, was trapped by the "Holy Imprisonment" enchantment opened by Lowell's supervisor, and was only confined to the living room of this big house.

Yang Qiu withdrew his palm and raised his eyelids.

The remnant soul of Mrs. Marion, who was left behind in the puppet, is slowly condensing the truth under the stimulation of a large amount of dark energy given by him...

In a few seconds, a half...broken face appeared above the coffee table.

It looks like a puppet doll with a cracked paint layer on its face, and only half of its facial features can be barely seen from the broken pieces.

The remnant soul, who managed to form a small half face, tried its best to open its broken mouth, screaming frantically.

Rowell said regretfully: "It's been too long, Mrs. Marion doesn't have much consciousness left."

Yang Qiu frowned and stared at the remnant soul.

It is a common method used by black magicians to comfort the dead souls by injecting dark energy to separate the remnant souls fused with foreign objects and let them rest in peace.

When he was an apprentice sorcerer, he had read Mrs. Marion's works in the newspapers bought by the old man, and those wooden statues that looked like real people once amazed him... He didn't want to use direct violence to force this lady" rest in peace".

After thinking for a while, Yang Qiu concentrated his mind and released his mental power, trying to imprint his own spiritual imprint on the remnant soul.

Rowell understood Yang Qiu's intention, and his eyelids twitched: "Hey, Yang, are you serious?"

"Don't worry, I know." Yang Qiu said.

"You—" Rowell wanted to dissuade Yang Qiu from playing dead, but suddenly thought that this guy could control evil energy and even move the breath of the void to the material plane, so he simply shut up.

It is also a way to suppress the attacking instinct of the remnant soul with evil energy, and then use the imprint matrix to try to communicate.

What Supervisor Lowell didn't know was that Yang Qiu actually didn't need to use evil energy... To regard Mrs. Marion's remnant soul as an "NPC unit" and drag it into the branding matrix to establish contact, as the core of the matrix, it is absolutely impossible for him to be affected by it. Influence——otherwise, those natural disasters, which can definitely be regarded as the source of mental pollution, would have killed Yang Qiukeng long ago.

It is very troublesome to engrave a spiritual brand on the incomplete soul. With the help of "Holy Imprisonment" supervised by Rowell, Yang Qiu still took almost 10 minutes to succeed.

Dragging the remnant soul into the branding matrix and establishing a spiritual connection with Yang Qiu, the core of the formation, Mrs. Marion's remnant soul no longer frantically screamed, and floated in the air blankly; the strong pre-life obsession became fragmented His emotional consciousness flooded into Yang Qiu's spiritual realm in a disorderly manner.

What Yang Qiu felt most clearly was hatred.

This hatred was too strong, like a poisoned sharp blade, made people uncomfortable, and Yang Qiu couldn't help frowning.

Spellcasters have high perception, and those with high perception can easily sense strong emotions from the living or the dead. With Yang Qiu's 300 years of experience as a spellcaster, this hatred is enough to rank in the top ten.

This is far from Yang Qiu's impression of Mrs. Marion.

This lady is the only lady in the Norsk Federation who has been able to spread her fame to foreign countries for hundreds of years.

The vast majority of Ms. Noske have no chance and no conditions to spread their fame.

The reason is simple... the extreme masculinist Church of the Storm does not recognize the status of women, let alone allow women to be in the top.

The same masculine chauvinist church of Lieyang, because of the development of great voyages for hundreds of years and the long-term maintenance of armed forces, has formed a deterrent relationship to maintain international competitiveness. It needs women who do not directly participate in the war or go to sea to engage in industrial and agricultural production, which indirectly gives women the opportunity to gain opportunities for social status.

The Church of the Storm is different. Although the Church of the Storm is also keen to colonize the outer seas, it has not developed enough industry in the Norsk Federation. Up to now, women are not allowed to touch ships, not to touch the shipbuilding industry, not to own personal property, and not to disobey male family members, etc. Waiting for obsolete bad habits.

Mrs. Marion, who can show her talents and spread her fame under such an extremely harsh external environment, can never be a lady full of anger and hatred, and is extremely aggressive—if she reveals these Traits, her reputation must be very bad.

Yang Qiu pondered for a while, and said to Rowell: "Supervisor, I remember that Mrs. Marion is a well-bred and gentle woman?"

"Yes." Rowell nodded affirmatively, "Everyone who has met this lady is full of praise for her character."

"That is to say, there was some external force from the outside world that forced this lady to the point where she lost control completely and her temperament changed drastically..."

Yang Qiu looked down at the small baby woodcarving lying in the wooden box, stretched out his hand, and took out the woodcarving.

Mrs. Marion is very good at carving wooden figures, and the wooden figures she carves, no matter how big or small, look like real people, almost like real people.

A palm-sized wooden baby carving... a baby girl.

Yang Qiu suddenly understood.

"So that's it... What else can drive a mother crazy, other than laying hands on her child." Yang Qiu sighed.

Rowell was startled: "What?"

"I have been to Norsk." Yang Qiu gently put the wood carving back into the box, "Norsk has an inhumane custom... If the first born baby is a girl, it needs to be brutally It should be killed so that the hostess will not give birth to a boy."

Rowell was immediately dumbfounded.

"Mrs. Marion is said to have barely conceived after more than ten years of marriage, and she gave birth to her first child... Regardless of whether she is male or female, she must be very happy." Yang Qiu raised his eyelids again, looking at the distorted and broken face. Canmian said, "The child I finally got, she must be looking forward to hearing her laughter."

Rowell said incredulously: "That's Mrs. Marion! Just because of such a ridiculously stupid reason-killed her child? Driven her crazy??"

"Supervisor, have you ever heard of any state in the Norsk Federation that has a princess?" Yang Qiu asked back.

Rowell is going crazy...

Yang Qiu stood up and looked at the face of the remnant soul floating dully.

Language could not communicate with the soul that had only remnant fragments, so Yang Qiu tried to send a message to the remnant soul through the branding matrix link.

"Ma'am, there is nothing wrong with your hatred of Nosk."

"You're not wrong for trying to kill all the Norsks you can."

"But just killing doesn't work, it doesn't change anything."

"Determining the baby's right to live on behalf of the mother is not Nosk's greatest evil... It's just that the evil done against women and young children is more likely to be acquiesced and tolerated by the public, so it is highlighted as the main contradiction."

The empty single eye of the remnant soul seemed to respond, and the dark pupils trembled.

"Why can't a lady be respected no matter how she shows her talent and meekness? Why does a baby girl who won't endanger anyone have to be killed?"

"Because stepping on the most vulnerable groups can quickly establish an 'order' recognized by the public."

"Those who are obviously being trampled on will defend those feet that trampled on them, so that they can trample on you with peace of mind."

"Anyone who thinks they are qualified to step on you will step on you mercilessly."

"These are all wrong."

The face of the shattered remnant soul trembled violently, and tears of blood flowed slowly from the deep black pupils.

Yang Qiu looked at the remnant soul with only one eye.

"Anything that is wrong must be corrected. Anything that is backward must be replaced by an advanced one."

"The Norsk Federation, the Church of the Storm, must be crushed by the surging tide together with their backward order."

"I assure you, it won't be too long."

Brother Lowell opened his mouth wide.

He obviously didn't perceive the slightest wave of magic power coming from Yang's body, and the remnant soul of Mrs. Marion, who had a strong sense of existence, dissipated into fly ash in front of his face.

"What did you do?" Brother Lowell asked in astonishment.

"Hmm...on the spur of the moment, I made a promise that must be fulfilled." Yang Qiu spread his hands and said, "It is really difficult for people to control their emotions when facing someone they admired when they were young."

Rowell: "??"

Yang Qiu said in surprise: "What's your reaction? I recognized this woodcarving as Mrs. Marion's work at a glance. Is it strange to have admired her?"

Rowell stared at him for a moment, then shrugged.

"Speaking of which, while we were chatting here, Rex was entertaining the young master of Earl Otis's family." Yang Qiu put away the box containing the wooden carvings, and glanced in the direction of the town hall, "It seems It's an opportunity, Rowell, what do you think of me taking this opportunity to take down Inadoli?"

Rowell was still searching for the familiar surname Otis in his memory, and when he heard the second half of the sentence, he almost slipped off the high-backed chair.

"Can you be a little more serious?!" Rowell, who barely sat still, shouted angrily.

"Of course I'm serious, supervisor, this matter needs to be decisive." Yang Qiu pointed to Rowell, "At Bartleth's house, you are Charlie Rex, and now Otis' house The Rex that the young master saw is not the right one, if it is exposed, it will be very troublesome to explain."

"—Wait for me! So you dragged me into it on purpose?!" Rowell didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Innadrix is ​​not a remote town like Westham, and Gold Coin Church doesn't You are allowed to mess around."

"There's no need to worry, dear supervisor." Yang Qiu smiled triumphantly, "To tell you the truth, the Gold Coin Church has already cooperated with me (the undead)."

Rowell: "??"