The Bald Monk in the City

Chapter 838 The Beginning of Misfortune (Two Updates!)

Killing, blood, death...

The corpses and the hostile stares of the enemies are but insignificant embellishments.

The blood flowing on the ground was like a living river, viscous and disgusting.

This is pure killing, meaningless and worthless.

Everything, just because it exists.

So, it destroys...

Destroy all goodness and light, shatter all goodness and watchfulness.

Crush the world of the living and the dead into pieces!

ah!!

Locke woke up from the nightmare-like scene, and he felt like he had a long, long dream.

He couldn't remember the content of the dream.

I only vaguely remember that rusty smell that can never go away...

Locke felt a little nauseous, and he felt as if his consciousness had been trampled by something.

When he tried to massage his head, he was stunned by the smoothness of his hands.

etc……

Where is my hair?

When seeing the naked head projected on the display screen of the resident's instrument.

Locke was convinced of one thing: he had indeed lost all his hair.

And at this time, he remembered the more real exotic legendary existence that almost killed him.

When he turned his head suddenly, he saw nothing.

The whole room was empty, except for him.

And on the table farther away, a statue with eight arms and a bald head lay there quietly.

And Locke keenly discovered that the surface of the statue seemed to have become smoother.

Is it a hallucination?

Locke got up from the cold floor, leaving behind a wet and greasy pattern.

But Locke didn't pay attention to these at the moment, he turned on his resident detection instrument. ,

Because of the relevant procedures of the instrument, all the above information has been cleared.

However, the detection equipment that has been running has faithfully recorded the scene of his coma during this period.

Locke turned on the video with a slight trembling, and the next moment, the bald head that he would never forget appeared in front of his eyes.

call……

Locke sat slumped on the ground, as if he had let go of some burden, he exhaled heavily. ,

At least it's not a hallucination...

After all, even if he pays a heavy price, he still has to let the Alliance know: this planet has its own name!

After calming down his spirit, Locke stood up and continued watching the video.

The length of the video is not long. After all, judging from the time displayed on the instrument, he was only in a coma for more than 2 hours.

Judging from the content of the video, the bald head only looked at the statue after he passed out.

Then it disappeared abruptly, as if the video frame had dropped.

But Locke knew that it was not a frame loss in the video.

It was the other party who really left through some means that he didn't know about.

After all, that's how he probably came here...

After drinking several large cans of the beverage called Happy Water 57.3, Locke got into a small factory without monitoring equipment.

Although he does not have the authority to develop the alliance in the resident protection system.

But he instinctively rejected it, which stemmed from the system in which the league was created.

Only in the dark room inside the small factory can he feel truly relaxed.

Snapped.

Locke turned on the old lighting equipment powered by primitive nuclear energy, and then took out a primitive paper without any mechanical implants.

He then wrote on it:

In the year 1843 of the cantilever department's blue calendar, I summoned a legendary being from a foreign land, and he taught me an unknown skill called: The Way of Slaughter-Woe.

Maybe, I brought disaster, but that's not what I expected.

Because what I prefer is to become a disaster—a disaster for the alliance!

Ancestors bless me, I will eventually let this galaxy know your name!

—— Locke Sass

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You have taught an intelligent creature, and based on the other party's current situation, you have gained 1 point of professional experience as a walker.

Looking at the information displayed on the retina, Yi Qiu touched his bald head.

The complete way of practice: misfortune is the inheritance that only those who have reached the level of extraordinary life can be qualified to accept.

However, after a certain amount of research, Yi Qiu discovered that it is possible to let the lives below the extraordinary be passed on by castrating some forms of extraordinary skills.

Of course, even though it is only a castrated version, not all mortals are eligible to bear it.

It needs to make a will test that is not low for mortal things, and only after passing the will test can this part of the castrated version of the inheritance be successfully obtained.

Moreover, based on the fact that this inheritance itself was developed for extraordinary beings, all its inheritance information is also formed around this aspect.

Therefore, even if it is the castrated version of inheritance, its essence is only some basic, less-intensive inheritance parts.

As for Fanwu, in the process of carrying out inheritance training, he must face a problem:

That is to use the will of a mortal to touch the realm that only extraordinary beings can set foot in.

In the process of training, all things must always face the will test caused by this natural difference in life.

Every training session is a difficult test of will.

It seems that its lower limit has become lower, but in fact, the proper scope of this castrated version of inheritance has become narrower.

These are the relevant revelations that Yi Qiu obtained after carefully studying Xing Zhe's career system.

In fact, this is not such a deep development.

But for Yi Qiu, he hadn't focused on these levels before.

Time is limited, and he must choose to put the limited time on more important things before achieving the legend.

Although with a young body of less than 30 years old, he has reached the realm of legend.

But for Yi Qiu, he didn't think it was enough to make him proud, even arrogant.

Although the emotions of all things will appear pale and powerless in the face of the erosion of time patterns.

But the wisdom of all things is obviously not like this...

At least for Yi Qiu, he still has enough thinking nutrients from his mortal life.

Above the realm of the pure, powerless mind, the wisdom of mortals is not worthless.

Even on the contrary, maybe it is precisely because of the suppression of power that thinking can give birth to more brilliant sparks.

After all, just like Yi Qiu now, when he didn't encounter a strong enemy.

The stagnation of thinking will not affect his behavior.

Because fists are enough to smash those existences that try to make him use their brains.

But in other fields, he needs a certain amount of wisdom or experience as a supplement.

And at this time, the mortal wisdom essence of the material world has its value...