Dust of History: I am not dust (below)

Inham didn't see anything wrong with this 'son'. Although his observation skills are absolutely top-notch, he has already experienced several battles and confrontations before, and his energy and mental strength are close to exhaustion. The most important thing is that he never thought that Stephen would dare to Jia Wei dropped the bag and replaced it with another person, and he was found in such a short time.

The fatal flaw is never physical or strength, but psychological. Rod Hart could feel that, psychologically, the relationship between this Extraordinary who had been strategizing and controlling everything and him was like an undefended rabbit and a poisonous snake lurking in the dark.

And even in terms of strength, Rod Hart is not much weaker now.

In order not to show any flaws, Stephen did make some changes to his body, at least not to let Inham realize that he is completely the body of a dead knight, for example, there must be some "alive" things like a pulse feature. So strictly speaking, he is now half-lived and half-dead, and what he needs is not only necromantic magic, but also white magic to drive it.

When the white light from the scepter poured into his body, an incomparable vitality filled every part of his body. The body that had been washed by white magic did not reject it at all, and completely contained and absorbed this pure and vast power. Like the previous Purdue sentient beings, this is also a magic that is so magnificent that it exceeds human power, but it is more pure and original. If it is said that the Purdue sentient beings are as vast as a sea of ​​smoke, the piece of water coming from the scepter is the condensed water from the sea of ​​smoke, which directly nourishes and strengthens the completely dry body.

This body is composed of the strongest and most efficient parts of his and that big man's body, and now this huge and pure white magic has completely integrated it. Even without the addition of more important necromancer magic, Rodhart can already be sure that his combat effectiveness is definitely stronger than when he was still alive at his peak.

Inham turned and left, with the defenseless back not far in front of him. At this distance, he can cut off a fly's feet with a sword and the fly can continue to fly, or he can grind an elephant into pieces. Under such circumstances. A sneak attack on him is at least 80% sure that this 'father' will be chopped into two pieces from behind.

A well-known warrior ranger once said that as long as one thing is 60% sure, you can let it go. This sentence can definitely be called the motto of all ambitious, fighting and **** young people, and Rod Hart is a model of such young people. After grasping the eight places, it will be done once and for all, and there is no need to pretend to be anything, afraid of revealing any flaws.

But he still didn't make a move after all. This thought just flashed in his mind, and the imminent success did not affect his rationality at all. Now, even a 20% risk is no longer worth his risk. Letting Inham pass will naturally make the situation on the square more chaotic, and his chances will be greater.

So when Inham disappeared, he made a slight detour and ran towards the square.

The battle on the square was already drawing to a close. Gru, who had been killed from the crowd of beasts, defeated the paladin with just one blow, leaving the pope and others completely in his hands. Oufu seems to have won. Others didn't notice it, but Rod Hart clearly saw that Inham was slowly chanting a mantra in the crowd, preparing for a magic spell.

As he expected, this is indeed a better opportunity. With Inham's method, once this magic is cast, no matter whether it is Gru or Lancelot, those people he is afraid of who can pose a threat to him will probably never be a threat again. But Rod Hart doesn't care much about this now, his attention has been completely attracted by the other side.

What attracted him was the things in the Hall of Light. Although he didn't know what was there, he knew that there was what he wanted.

Just started. This fluctuation simply made his body of the Necromancer Knight feel attractive. Until it is close to here, every inch of skin, thought and soul can feel this fluctuation. Only then did he realize that he seemed to have been induced by this feeling all along. Since he was still unable to move and just repeated that belief in his heart, he had already coincided with another idea that filled the air of Glorious Castle. He did not kill Inham and came here, the most fundamental reason may be just for this

This kind of pure sensory thing seems inconceivable to him who is extremely rational. He also kept warning himself during the process of running here. This inexplicable feeling may be nothing. practical meaning.

This fluctuation is actually not strong, but the feeling it arouses in his heart is extremely profound. It's like being hungry, eating and thirsty, all innate instincts come from the deepest part of the soul, it is extremely strong, and the whole mind is completely attracted by this feeling, pulled, pulled together to form the simplest and most Intense desire: Go there, there is something you want, you can satisfy all your hunger and thirst.

The huge necromantic magic swept across the square, and Inham finally made a move. At this time, Rod Hart also broke through the wall on one side of the hall with his sword, and got in.

There is no one in the hall. It didn't take any effort at all, he walked into a room just looking for his feeling. An old man's corpse was lying quietly on the bed, and the thing emitting this kind of fluctuation was a strange little bag, which was tied around the waist of the old man's corpse. It was something that he felt so strongly, as if others didn't feel it and didn't take it seriously.

He untied the bag from the old man, and slowly unwound the rope with the mouth. His fingers were trembling, and even he himself could not believe that a man like him could be so excited. The fluctuations are so close, so thick, and the taste in it is so new to him, as if he cut off a part of his own soul and purified it and magnified it countless times, so it fits him so well.

Ambition, lust, conquest, hatred, blackness, death... and eternity. Eternity, he can clearly feel the subtlest meaning of this breath, all of this is what he wants, it is the original life force of his soul, this breath is like the warmest, softest and most delicate hand probe Into the deepest and most secret private part of his heart, slowly stroking and rubbing, his ambition and his **** are going to be congested, full of vitality, and going to explode...

The pocket had been undone, revealing the small black hilt in the middle, and Rod Hart reached out to hold it. He felt that what he was holding was nothing but his own heart, his own soul, and eternity.

Countless people, pictures of things flashed through my mind quickly, the magistrate in his hometown...the dead fellow...the prostitute who leaked the secrets in the imperial capital...Duke Mrak who once almost controlled the entire empire...He was so heartbroken The tall Ronnies bishop... Finally, the picture was fixed on a pile of minced meat and trash by the corner. He became a piece of minced meat.

Dust, no matter what they were in life, they all failed in the end, and they all became tools used by the strong, food that made the strong stronger, and they were just a speck of dust in the vast world. And even those who have not yet failed, those strong ones, sooner or later they will become dust and disappear without a trace in the trajectory of this world.

But now all of this is forever lost to him, he is already eternal, he is no longer dust, and he will never be.

He wanted to be excited, but he couldn't get excited~IndoMTL.com~ The breath from the hilt of the sword has filled every minute part of his body in an instant, even his soul and mind are completely filled. Joy, anger, sorrow, joy, all emotions were silently annihilated under the coercion of this breath, and disappeared forever. Even the ambition that has been supporting his actions, ** is like this, all the characteristics of his mind as a "human" are gone, if his mind is not so close to this breath, even the last sense and judgment will completely disappear .

The complete body that had just been transformed was shriveled and withered like a vegetable leaf under high temperature. If it wasn't for this body, it wouldn't be a real body, if it wasn't for the incomparably huge white magic that came from the scepter just now , his body will be engulfed and annihilated by this breath in an instant. But with this buffer, his body began to slowly merge with the breath on the hilt, and finally, his body stopped shrinking and became a black, hard and lifeless thing like the hilt. His mind was also completely immersed in this bigger, darker and boundless darkness.

Very hungry. He thought like this without joy or worry, he opened his eyes, and saw a large mass of flesh and blood floating in front of the hall, and then he breathed in, and the magic power mixed with this huge mass of flesh and blood entered into him and his body .

Walking out of the main hall, he looked at the thousands of people below his eyes. He didn't have the feeling of conquering and pleasure that he had imagined before when he would look down on the world from the top of the mountain. His eyes are full of emptiness, as if looking at the dust all over the ground.