Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Yang Qiu didn't care about Hal's accusation at all, but laughed instead: "Don't be so extreme, my friends, since I said this is a good thing for win-win, it is of course well-founded. Think for yourself, how many people can have This opportunity to objectively observe my demons from the perspective of a bystander without my mental state being threatened?"

"We still have to thank you, don't we?!" Hal's face turned green.

"Of course." Yang Qiu's phantom said naturally, "Which of the three present is content with the status quo from the bottom of his heart and never intends to pursue the way of the strong?"

Hal stopped swearing this time, and kept his mouth shut... As a man, how could he admit that he was content with the status quo and didn't want to make progress!

"If we want to pursue the way of the strong, it will be a matter of time to challenge the limits of our own spiritual realm and face our own spiritual flaws." Yang Qiu's phantom calmly said, "I have never heard that there are even my own weaknesses and my own fears. Those who can't even look directly are qualified to call themselves... strong."

Hearing these words, Hal and Tuttle grinned...

Rex showed even more shaken expression.

If there are old wounds on the mind of adults that cannot be healed, it must come from childhood—youths are the most likely to make mistakes, make stupid choices, and make choices that make themselves regretful and ashamed for life.

There are many people whose life trajectory is changed by the stupid decisions they made in their youth. After repenting, it will take at least ten years, 20 years, or even a lifetime to pay off the debts for the stupid decisions they made in their youth.

This kind of strong rejection of the former self will not be eliminated by the invincible time, but will be more secretly hidden in the depths of the human soul, hiding in the most untouchable place in the attic of memory; Or when there is a sense of déjà vu, these heart-shattering memories will come out again, tearing open the wound once again.

If it is just an ordinary person, this lingering old nightmare is not too destructive. At most, it will make people feel depressed for a while. After all, the burden of life in front of them is far more important than the dark history of the past.

If it is professional-level powerhouses whose spiritual power is generally a multiple of ordinary people, then the problem will be big—in this world where there are magic rules and powerful spiritual power can directly interfere with the real world, the collapsed powerhouses are really capable souls. The body collapsed, and even the steps to go up to the roof were omitted...

Rex was particularly impressed by this. The potion he had worked so hard to collect could only keep him awake when he was baptized by a higher level of power. When the effect of the potion faded, he could no longer control his mind stably, and once wandered and collapsed. Edge——If Yang Qiu hadn't pulled him into the imprint matrix, he would have turned into a mutant monster wandering in the depths of the Sorensen Mountains.

"Of course, this doesn't mean that the old man will force you to do something. You are still the ones who make the choice." Yang Qiu's phantom smiled and said, "The 'demon' that prevents you from walking towards the way of the strong lies in the There, it is our undead friends who need to challenge them, not you."

"You can drink tea, chat, sleep for a while when you are sleepy, and wait for the dawn as if you were spending an ordinary and peaceful night; you can also try to stare at your own shadow... How you choose is up to you Decide."

Having said all this, Yang Qiu activated the "Void Realm" arranged under the town hall of the exile town, released the projection, and left the space for the three of them.

The moment the projection dissipated, the night outside the window seemed to be polluted with blood, and the silky red light was faintly visible.

Hal & Tuttle looked at each other, their faces were very ugly...

——No matter how beautiful the words are, in the final analysis, they still did the bastard thing of opening up their secrets to those bastard undead!

Soon, the three of them felt a slight trance, this feeling was very short, less than half a second, if they were not all nervous, they might not have noticed this subtle feeling, they would only think it was their own God left.

"Have you started..." Hal looked out the window with a blue face.

The last time Yang Zhao called the void to cover the whole town, he didn't think it had anything to do with him at all.

Only this time, he had a vague feeling... This blood-colored darkness that should make people instinctively fear, actually gave him a vague sense of intimacy!

When he stared at the bloodshot darkness, he could even sense something vaguely connected to him, entrenched somewhere in the darkness!

"here we go."

On Third Street, in front of an empty wooden house with a cellar, players who formed a team encouraged each other and walked bravely into the wooden house.

In the dark wooden house, a giant corpse centipede with a weird shape and a dozen pairs of eyes was staring at the players resentfully.

In the town hall, Hal felt the familiar sense of exhaustion, and quickly grabbed the back of the nearest chair.

"Hal?" Tuttle quickly helped him up.

"Here it is again..." Hal gritted his teeth, and sat down slowly while leaning on the armrest.

Rex looked at this guy silently...

When the town was shrouded in void air for the first time half a month ago, he also felt a sense of collapse several times, but because he was lying on the bed and sleeping, he didn't react too much. He thought it was some discomfort in his body and didn't pay much attention to it.

So, his "Alienated Spiritual Realm" constructed by Yang's incarnation was also entered by the undead...

Rex couldn't help covering his face with his hands.

I am also curious about what the undead saw, and I am very reluctant to know-it's too shameful!

Hal, who came back to life, probably felt similar to Rex's. After struggling for a long time, curiosity overcame his resistance in the end, and his eyes slowly moved down to look at his own shadow.

The large wind lamp hanging on the wall provided sufficient light source in the room. Under the light, Hal found that...his own shadow was lighter than the shadow of the sofa he was sitting on.

Hal couldn't help but think of what Pansy said half a month ago to doubt the shadows of him and Tuttle...

Gritting his teeth resentfully, Howl stared angrily at his own eerily faded shadow.

In front of his eyes, a double image suddenly appeared.

The surrounding environment seemed to lose its sense of reality, and his mind and will seemed to be dragged into a double image that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

In front of his eyes, two images appeared at the same time...

These are two very similar pictures, the empty and deep suburban woods, the frail boy staggering along with a body bag, the rustling sound of rubber soles on the thick leaves...

"Ahhhh-!"

Hal roared and raised his head vigorously, staring at the ceiling, the veins on his forehead, temples, neck, and arms swelled, and his body convulsed violently.

"Hal?!" Tuttle was startled, and rushed forward to hold him down.

Hal was still staring at the ceiling, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, his whole face became more and more distorted with fear, and his eyes turned red.

"Damn! Hal?!" Tuttle panicked, and quickly patted his face with his hand, "Be sober! Look at me, Hal, do you hear me?!"

"Don't worry..." Rex reached out to stop Tuttle, "He didn't lose control, he was just scared."

"What shit are you talking about, how could Hal be scared like this!" Tuttle was furious.

Rex was not angry, but said in a low voice: "Hal may not really understand himself, how can you understand him better than him?"

Tuttle looked startled.

Rex pulled up a chair and sat down, sighed, and said, "Man, how can you really understand yourself... Except for the memory deep in the soul, most people will actually beautify the wrong things they have done in their memories, Make excuses for who you used to be...because if you don't do it, you won't be able to live."

"But this kind of power to evade belongs to ordinary people." Rex smiled wryly, and said vicissitudes of life, "People like us who only believe in their own strength and pursue the way of strength must face themselves after all... …If you can’t even defeat yourself, how can you talk about the way of the strong.”

Tuttle was silent for a while, let go of Hal, and sat down opposite him.

Among the extraordinary people in this world, spellcasters are the most likely to lose control. Every few years, you can always hear the news of the fall of a well-known mage.

The reason is because the magic power is poisonous.

The abundant magic power of this world originated from the "whale fall" of the ancient gods.No matter how cautious the spellcasters who have been with magic all the year round, there will always be times when the horse stumbles.

So is the other transcendence safe?

No.

The monks of the church will also lose control due to wavering beliefs, and the monks also need the assistance of sealed items when they advance; all churches try their best to obtain power and wealth, and pursue the unity of politics and religion. What they want is to collect and store them more efficiently. Sealed item.

Professionals like them who are known for their physical ability, as long as they have a certain amount of talent in the initial stage and practice diligently, they can also gain strength beyond ordinary people and a certain degree of detached status.

But if you want to go further, you need to touch the spiritual forbidden zone—for example, career advancement.

Although Tuttle calls himself a ranger, he has not actually completed the ranger advancement...he is just more talented with bows and arrows.

Hal wasn't really the assassin either - and Hal didn't step through the "door".

Rex is the one who stepped through the "door", so his power is fundamentally different from theirs... Otherwise, it would be impossible for the rebellious former thieves to hold their noses and get along peacefully with this guy who doesn't fit in with them .

Hal, whose head was slumped on the high-back chair, wondered if he had heard Rex's words. After panting for a while, he turned his head and gave Rex a deep look.

Rex didn't speak, just looked at him calmly.

Hal twitched, struggled to sit upright, grasped the armrest with both hands, slowly lowered his head, and looked at his shadow again.

Tuttle wanted to dissuade him, but after thinking about it, he didn't speak.

In the eyes of outsiders, Hal has many problems.

But for Tuttle...he was willing to follow Hal, naturally because he respected Hal's strengths.

For example, internal protection, for example, refuse to admit defeat.

Although Rex's words were well-intentioned, the tone of the person who came over was also very irritating - he is just a brat, why should he teach others a lesson? !

Hal is obviously not convinced. He is a very aggressive person. How can he stand a boy who is almost ten years younger than him and say "I can do it but you can't" in front of him. this!

Hal, holding back his strength and not admitting defeat, saw an extremely absurd scene through his own shadow this time——

In the outskirts of the woods that he thought he had dug out of his mind long ago and forgotten forever, Jim in the body bag... came out!

Jim, crawling out of hell to seek his revenge, grows a bust of his uncle, Harrington Maxwell, from his chest!

On Uncle Harrington's body, Olive's half body grew again!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Hal let out a horrific scream, and his whole body convulsed and trembled violently again, and he didn't know that he was scratching the blood from his fingernails on the handrail.

Even though he was so embarrassed, this time Hal didn't look away. He stared at his own shadow with fear on his face, looking at the somewhat blurred picture that could awaken the deepest memory in his soul. The world in front of him seemed to be Gradually shrouded in blood...

Jim, his buddy.

The Maxwell family offended the Earl, an upstart industrialist in the Kenyan Empire, and his father and uncle went bankrupt within half a year. He also fell from being a proud young master to a street boy who couldn't even get into school.

When he was helpless, it was Jim, a boy who grew up on the street, who gave him a hand.

Jim took him to join a local street organization to get blessings, and he could finally get paid for odd jobs.

Jim taught him the rules of street survival, who not to mess with, where to get a free lunch, which restaurant can still eat expired ingredients discarded...

Such Jim was killed in the bar where these street teenagers hang out for a long time.

The person who killed Jim was the leader of their street organization. The reason for killing Jim was that Jim wanted Hal and the others, young people who hadn't acquired too many bad habits, to enter the factory with him.

It was a large local factory with a strong labor union and a good salary. Every time they recruited people, they had to fight over their heads...Jim managed to grab the thigh of a union manager to win this opportunity.

Knowing that Hal and Jim are as close as brothers, the boss forces him to make a choice-to live as an accomplice who killed Jim, or to be buried with Jim, a kid who dared to leave the organization?

Hal had no choice.

He buried his conscience, along with the body of his good brother Jim, in this suburban woods.

Hal screamed like howling. He looked at Jim who had turned into a monster in the double image, and his soul seemed to be torn apart bit by bit by invisible hands.

He thought he had long forgotten the pain of being torn apart from his soul and heart, but it turned out that he hadn't forgotten... These pains had actually been hidden deep in his soul all along, but he pretended not to see them.

Something... slipped from his cheek and dripped onto his knee.

At the age of 20, Uncle Harrington, who adopted him, finally saved a little money.

Uncle Harrington knew that if Hal dared to quit the gang, his family would be in trouble, so he secretly sold his belongings, bought a train ticket, and took Hal and his family to the south in one night.

At first, they lived well in the southern city of the Kenyan Empire. Hal and his uncle started a small business together, and the little cousin also found a school for workers to attend.

However, it didn't take long for the young, energetic and aggressive Hal to cause trouble...

He himself was strong and strong, and he was fine, but Uncle Harrington was implicated and died after only one blow.

Hal didn't dare to face his aunt and little cousin at all, and became a deserter.

Hal slid off his chair and fell to the ground.

He couldn't make a sound, just opened his mouth soundlessly.

His mind, body, and soul seemed to be torn into countless pieces.

Olive, a hearty and enthusiastic southern woman.

She is not from Kenya, but came to Kenya with her family to escape the war.

The industry and commerce of the Kenyan Empire are concentrated in the north, while the south is mostly plantations and manors, as well as scattered handicrafts.

Of course, Olive, a foreign woman, couldn't find a good job in a southern city. After being fired by the businessman who hired her as a maid, she sold flowers and juices, and finally became a street girl.

The burden of life did not overwhelm Olive, and Hal could always hear her laughter through the thin wooden walls in that old apartment mixed with many people.

Hal, who just joined the local bandit group, fell in love with the hearty Olive, but he himself was adrift and didn't dare to express his feelings.

One night, when Hal and his companions sneaked into a grocery store to steal, across the street, he saw Olive being taken into an underground hotel by two drunk men.

Hal, who was in charge of releasing the wind, just watched this scene silently at that time.

After that, he never heard the southern woman's laughter again.

After a long time, he accidentally learned from local gang members that one of the two men who bought Olive that night was a notorious slave trader.

Hal hadn't had time to express his love for Olive, and his memories of communicating with Olive were only brief greetings like "Good day, are you going out?" when they met in the corridor.

He saw with his own eyes that the woman he loved slipped into hell.

And he did nothing.

Memories that he thought he had forgotten long ago surged in his mind.

Even Jim, Uncle Harrington, and Olive who turned into monsters in the double image killed all the undead, and the picture disappeared, and he couldn't see anything in front of him...he refused to stop.

Hal curled up into a ball, clutching his chest tightly.

It hurts……

Someone put a hand under his armpit and lifted Hal back into the chair.

Hal raised his eyelids wearily, and saw... it was Rex.

The lack of pity on Rex's obnoxious face made Hal feel a little better.

Tuttle didn't help him because Tuttle was also slumped on the high-back chair next to him at the moment, with his head up and his hands covering his face.

Hal glanced at Tuttle's shadow, and found that his shadow had also faded.

Among the three of them, only Rex's shadow did not change.

Howl wanted to say something, but finally said nothing, closed his eyes, and let himself collapse.

"...Is this my fear—it turns out that I am afraid of the mistakes I have made."

"I never... beat myself, I just escaped."

Hal was thinking silently, and suddenly felt a little discouraged.

Obviously he was just recalling the past, but he seemed to be more tired than when he worked hard to maintain the source of income in the Sorensen Mountains.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Rex, who was sitting quietly in a daze, and Hal rarely... took the initiative to strike up a conversation with this young man he had always been reluctant to pay attention to: "Charlie, what did you do when you walked through the 'door'?" Feel?"

Rex also seemed a little surprised that Hal was willing to talk to him after revealing his embarrassing side. After thinking for a while, he said seriously: "Humble, petty, superfluous... The power that hit me when I advanced made me There is a confusion of 'Is my life really worth living'."

The corner of Hal's mouth twitched slightly... This answer is really of no reference.

"Then what is your fear, your 'distorted spiritual realm' embodied by Yang, what is it?" Hal asked again.

"I don't know." Rex showed a wry smile on his face, "It's hard for people to know themselves objectively, and I'm the same. I'm waiting... for some undead to enter my 'spiritual realm'."

Hal stared at Rex for a few seconds, and suddenly realized that this kid was not so annoying.

In Westham Town, Yang Qiu took a look at the situation of the three dungeon material providers in the town of exile, then he didn't care anymore, and continued his daily meditation.

In the past two days, he spent more time in the other world than when he returned to Earth, and the frequency of meditation was much higher than before.

And he meditated so frequently, which naturally attracted the attention of Lowell's supervisor...

Rowell, who was already lying down, felt the active magic power and opened his eyes at once.

The monks do not use magic power, but the strong spiritual power of the monks is also extremely sensitive to magic power. Before the Age of Discovery brought richer business activities and more frequent business flows, the relationship between the Mage Tower and the church was not as peaceful as it is now. In order to compete for spell-casting materials, it is normal for magicians and monks to be at war.

Inspector Rowell got out of bed gently, walked to the door, and opened it.

In the living room, Yang Guo, who was sitting behind the coffee table, was meditating again, and the energetic magic power coming from all directions filled the whole room.

Rowell frowned slightly, with a dignified expression.

If he remembered correctly, Yang Gang had meditated before dinner.

This kind of general magic trick of concentrating on opening up all perceptions and quickly absorbing magic power factors is also available in the church, but the monks of the church do not use it to absorb magic power, but to pray and accept the gift of divine power.

But no matter whether it is absorbing magic power or accepting god-given beliefs, it is impossible to do so frequently and intensively-magicians will have the risk of spiritual pollution by magic power, and monks are likely to be eroded by divine power in prayer and lose themselves.

Although the sun is good, there will be accidents if there is too much sun.

Based on Rowell's observations of Yang during this period of time, he doesn't think Yang is a lunatic who blindly pursues the way of power.

"If it's not a risky move... Could it be that he is absolutely sure that he will never get lost in magic power or power?"

With this kind of confusion, Supervisor Luowei lost all sleepiness, and simply walked into the living room, and sat down on the sofa opposite Yang Qiu.

After about half an hour, Yang Qiu finished his meditation, smiled and nodded to Supervisor Rowell.

Inspector Lowell nodded in return, sensed Yang Qiu's abundant magic power, frowned and said, "Excuse me, Yang, are you...are you preparing to become a great magician?"

"Yes." Yang Qiu admitted frankly, "Our undead friends are not tolerated by the world, and now there are many more people who need shelter in Tarantan. As a lord, I naturally try to improve myself as much as possible to prepare for emergencies need."

Rowell frowned, disapprovingly said: "With all due respect, your experience in the past few decades can't be called sharpening your mood."

It takes several years of preparation to advance to the professional level. It takes at least ten or 20 years to prepare for the advancement of a great magician; No matter how many people were lost in besieging the Nightmare Butcher, it doesn't look like Yang Qiu's concern.

Yang Qiu smiled and said, "Dear supervisor, what do you think is the essence of power?"

"Force, violence." Inspector Rowell said without hesitation.

Ordinary church monks might talk about a bunch of good-looking truths, but at the level of Lowell's supervision, naturally there is no need for those meaningless embellishments.

"Yes, the essence of power is force and violence." Yang Qiu's expression remained unchanged, and he still smiled calmly, "However, for me, power is the bottom line to protect oneself from infringement and maintain the most basic order of justice, not the bottom line. Violence used against others."

"I have never abused power out of my own selfish desires, so I never worry that I will get lost in power."