Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Neither matter nor energy; neither entity nor illusion—the upper-dimensional life forms beyond the scope of human understanding, the existence of which can only be defined by "existence" is called... God.

And Yang Qiu, at this moment, fortunately or unfortunately... is looking at the "God".

When Yang Qiu transferred his thoughts from the anchor point of the player "Beibu Gulf Crouching Dragon" to the anchor point of "You will win if you fight hard", the "existing" in the material plane in an indescribable form and way "God", rotate the white mold-like "head" synchronously, and cast the line of sight to the direction where Yang Qiu's mind is.

This time, the gaze he cast was no longer as curious and harmless as when he "looked" at Wolong in the Beibu Gulf, as if it carried some kind of inquiry.

Yang Qiu instinctively pulled his mind away from the player's anchor.

After hastily exiting the mental matrix, cold sweat slowly oozed from Yang Qiu's forehead belatedly.

What followed...was a soul-severing pain.

The world that can be seen in front of my eyes has become blurred, and the only thing that is clear is the pair of big ET-like eyes that seem ridiculous.

These terrifying eyes have been forcibly imprinted in his mind through the "look at each other" just now, and they are unconsciously polluting and eroding his spirit and soul.

"It's really not good..."

Yang Qiu endured the severe discomfort of having a splitting headache, as if his soul was eagerly trying to separate from his body, waved his hands to open the space-time rift, gritted his teeth and plunged into it.

After entering the earth plane through the crack of time and space, the sense of staring from the will of the ancient gods was slightly relieved.

Yang Qiu heaved a sigh of relief, hurriedly ran to the room, turned on the computer, and clicked on Ranxiang PLA Mixed Clips in the favorites...

After watching two consecutive PLA videos with more than [-] million hits, the strong imprint of "foreign body feeling" left in the depths of Yang Qiu's soul gradually faded away.

Yang Qiu, who had regained his strength, had the energy to think about countermeasures.

The consciousness body of the ancient god is only a part of the will of the ancient god, and the destructive power of "gazing" is relatively limited; even if the non-magic rule of the earth plane and the Huaxia spirit that Yang Qiu himself believed in since childhood and became even more convinced after crossing Belief anchors, gritting your teeth for a while, even two days of pain can pass.

Of course, if it is a local spellcaster, there is no way to be as invulnerable as Yang Qiu... If it is Kingsley or someone else, the stare at him will basically be useless.

The most troublesome thing for Yang Qiu was the consciousness of the ancient god, who could find him through the player's anchor—this made Yang Qiu lose a relatively safe window to observe the consciousness of the ancient god.

God is the carrier of the will; the split consciousness of God is also a part of the will.

Just discovering the existence of "He" is already a disaster for human beings.

It is impossible for Yang Qiu to take the player's mental health at risk, and finding a way to allow the player to "witness" the consciousness of the ancient gods must not be used.

In the unobservable situation, how to accurately locate the consciousness of the ancient god and find an opportunity to send Ya back to the void has become an impossible task...

"Hmm...? Wait—"

Yang Qiu, who was trying to think of a solution, suddenly thought of an important point.

The consciousness of the ancient god that would be curious about the player is undoubtedly autonomous, and it is not in a state of complete confusion.

Considering that the abnormality in Xinxili Town is conservatively estimated to have lasted for at least 50 years, it is not inexplicable that the consciousness of this ancient god regained a certain degree of autonomy during its stay in the local area.

Then the question arises... After regaining its independent consciousness, why didn't this ancient god's consciousness ask for believers?

For an ancient god who can split part of his consciousness and project it into the material plane, no matter how crazy he is, it must be his instinct to seek followers, obtain an anchor point, and escape from the void.

But in New Cili Town, there is no sign of wild sect activities—except for those who believe in Lady Gold Coins on the surface and those who secretly believe in Whisperers, there is no third type of "other believers".

"First of all... it can be ruled out that the Whisperer Sect knows about this. If the Whisperer Sect knows that Xinxili town hides such a weapon that can cause fatal blows to high-level spellcasters, it will definitely find a way to lure me here, and Not trying to sacrifice the entire city against me."

"Secondly... the Gold Coin Church may not know much about it."

The Church of Gold Coins did make the mistake of allowing Taqia to be corrupted, but it is rather biased to say that the Holy Land of Gold Coins deliberately condoned the consciousness of the ancient gods. There are gods watching, and the lower limit is much higher than those false god sects on the earth plane who frequently fight in the name of religion, divide the bottom people for power and profit, and encourage civilians to harm each other.

If the previous generation of night watchmen in Creek City had not been disturbed by the chaotic situation in Taqia Territory, and had the energy and conditions to conduct a thorough investigation of New Cili Town, then it is foreseeable what countermeasures the Gold Coin Church will take... Once If it is determined that there are suspected ancient god consciousness activities here, the church will find a way to completely seal the town of Xinxili, and wipe the town and its surrounding villages off the map.

Without the influence of strong external force interference, one restores a certain sense of self-awareness and instinctively avoids the risk of exposure to the ancient god consciousness, one does not capture the envoy (just like Yang Qiu was anchored by the tentacles of the unknown ancient god) to develop believers, two Not expanding the range of influence radiation... This is really weird.

"Could it be... there are some unknown factors that make this ancient god's consciousness unable to leave the local area?" Based on the above considerations, Yang Qiu can only come to this conclusion that makes him feel quite unbelievable.

This is unheard of, at least with Yang Qiu’s knowledge, it can’t be explained at all—whether it’s the ivory tower or the records of the Orthodox sect, the way to expel or eliminate the projected consciousness of the ancient gods is nothing more than regional bans, or deliberately letting them The consciousness of the ancient god devours the soul and body of a victim before destroying its physical carrier.

"Will" cannot be destroyed, and the loser in the battle of gods will only be exiled to the void instead of being eliminated by a winning righteous god.

Even righteous gods can't do it, and mortals are even more helpless.

But the carrier of "consciousness" can be eliminated... This is the best way that human beings can come up with.

Of course, this kind of annihilation is still different from killing gods after all-the ancient god consciousness that has been wiped out of the carrier is just returning to the void, and it can't be said that killing gods is not killing gods.

Yang Qiu is not the kind of person who is so "kind" that he thinks it is impossible to save more people by sacrificing one person. In fact, he has also thought about putting sacrifices in the Carter Forest Farm. Anyway, he has a lot of serious criminals... However, the ancient god's consciousness doesn't need any carrier. The unknown ancient god's tentacles that anchored him at the beginning were willing to wait for him for 300 years and didn't say to choose a target at random.

After thinking about it, Yang Qiu couldn't figure out the abnormal manifestation of the ancient god's consciousness, nor could he come up with a solution to the problem, so he shook his head and sighed, opened the space-time rift and returned to another world, and first looked at Professor Yin Zhengliang's side Make plans again according to the progress of the investigation.

During Yang Qiu's back and forth delays, Professor Yin Zhengliang had finished investigating Carter's house and was visiting residents in the town.

It is said that it is a visit... In fact, it is only a visit, not a visit.

No matter which block Professor Yin and Qi Tian walked to, the townspeople in that block felt as if they were facing an enemy and avoided them for fear. They had no intention of dealing with these two "annoying ghosts" at all.

After "visiting" more than a dozen families in a row, Professor Yin Zhengliang finally got a chance to get along with the townspeople at close range...

This residential house at the end of the block is a rare pure wooden old house in the town.

The small wooden building covers an area of ​​about fifty square meters and a total height of about four meters. Runs a grocery business.

When Professor Yin Zhengliang walked into the small shop with the signboard of "Lawrence's Grocery Store", Mr. Lawrence, who had gray hair and was busy weaving bamboo baskets, let out a low cry, subconsciously threw away the bamboo in his hand, leaned back, and stood in front of him. He squeezed in front of his wife in the narrow counter with him.

Mrs. Lawrence, who also had gray hair and looked very old, looked at the two undead who entered the door in horror, but did not make any attempt to get up and escape.

Professor Yin Zhengliang looked down and found that Mrs. Lawrence, who was sitting on a bamboo armchair, had a worn blanket on her knees. The legs exposed under the blanket were obviously smaller than those of ordinary middle-aged and elderly women. Can't stand it.

Then he moved his attention to Mrs. Lawrence's obviously atrophied but barely normal upper limbs. It is not difficult to see that this lady may have suffered some accidents in her early years, resulting in paralysis of her lower body.

In the case of a language barrier, Yin Zhengliang couldn't say anything to comfort him. He could only politely nod to his two peers from different planes, and stepped into the threshold.

Mrs. Lawrence is physically disabled, and Mr. Lawrence is also very thin. It should be difficult for him to pick up his wife and avoid it. Put up a fragile barrier for the wife.

Qi Tian couldn't bear to see this kind of scene, so he silently followed into the store, looked around, found a broom and mop from the corner, and used his actions to prove that he had no malicious intentions.

The Lawrences were startled when they saw Qi Tian picking up the broom, as if they were worried that the undead would use the wooden handle on the broom as a weapon; when they saw that the tall undead was busy helping them clean up, the old couple The couple was even more frightened...

Most of the first floor of Lawrence's house was used for a grocery store, and in the remaining ten square meters, except for a small bedroom, there was only a crowded kitchen and toilet.

Professor Yin Zhengliang inspected the divided area on the next floor, reversed the ladder placed against the wall, drove to the entrance leading to the attic on the second floor, and climbed up.

The attic is not a utility room full of sundries, on the contrary, it has been cleaned very cleanly, even cleaner than the first floor.

Professor Yin's expression changed, and he climbed neatly into the attic.

This area, which is short at both ends and high in the middle, looks like an ordinary room. The sheets are laid neatly, and the pillows and quilts are also clean. There are wardrobes and boxes near the entrance and exit; the other side is near the small window. There was also a small table, an armless chair for a child, and even a book on the table.

Professor Yin Zhengliang bent slightly and walked to the desk. After a closer look, he realized that the book on the desk was not new, and even the cover had turned yellow.

Although the small desk was wiped clean, there were obvious cracks on the tabletop due to temperature changes, and the paint was already mottled... Obviously, at least it was old furniture many years ago.

Professor Yin realized something, turned around and checked the bed and wardrobe.

The bedding on the bed, which seemed to be laid flat and well maintained, had obvious yellowing and aging fibers; Professor Yin just pulled the bed sheet lightly, and there was an obvious tear opening.

There were several sets of neatly folded children's clothes in the closet, and the fabric fibers had obvious signs of decay and mildew.

There are no photos in this attic room, nor any written information that can explain the condition of the owner here, but Professor Yin Zhengliang can still make a judgment-the little owner who lives here should have... passed away for many years.

The Lawrences had been careful to maintain the original look of the room, but they were apparently powerless to prevent the furniture from aging and the fabrics from rotting.

"The family remembers their loved ones who passed away... and it's hard to tell if it's for the good or the bad."

Professor Yin shook his head, ready to go downstairs.

Just as he was about to step down the stairs...something suddenly flashed through his mind.

Professor Yin turned his head suddenly, and looked again at the small desk quietly placed in front of the attic window.

The book with a yellowed cover was placed upright on the right side of the desk, where the little master could reach out and touch it.

"Books...books—wait a minute, books in this other world are not as common as they are on Earth!"

Professor Yin ran to the desk again, picked up the book, and opened it.

The spiritual matrix allows people on earth to understand the characters of other worlds. The content of this book is not complicated, just some simple fables for children.

On the title page of the book, there is a fancy and gorgeous family crest printed, and there is a line of handwritten small characters:

"A gift from Viscount Carter to the outstanding young man Carl Lawrence of New Zealand, in June 988 of the new calendar."