Dust of History Chapter 38:

"Is everyone in Diyagu ignorant of good and bad? He could have killed you just now." Taliss took back the sword and the crystal in her hand. She could now see that Asa was actually treating the old man just now. But in that situation, if what gushes out of Asa's hand is not magic but grudge, the old man can be smashed to pieces in an instant.

"You are the one who doesn't know good and bad, little girl. What the church idiot lacks most is judgment. It's not that he can't, but he doesn't dare. Even if he can kill me, I guarantee that you won't survive." Shante glanced at Ah Sa glanced at it and said with a sigh. "To be honest, I really didn't expect you to be so fast and able to overwhelm me. You have already practiced the meditation of reality? I have practiced for so many years, and I am not as good as you, a brat."

"But as you said, I dare not kill you even if I can control you." Asa replied.

He could indeed kill the old man at any time just now. No matter how strong a magician is. Being caught off guard at this distance is no different than a chicken. But Asa also knew that as long as the old man died, all the human organs, corpses in this room, and maybe the countless corpses buried outside would immediately enter together and cause a corpse explosion. Even if Asa could barely survive, Talis and Aiyimei would never be able to bear it.

"This disease should be caused by the forced practice of real meditation. The forced practice did not kill him, but he was half dead. Mr. Shante's magic skills are really superior." Asa smiled and looked at Shante on the bed. He had known about the old man's persistent illness from Al's mother-in-law, which was almost impossible to cure, but at the same time, Asa, who practiced the meditation of reality, still had an endless stream of vitality from the leaves of the world tree in his body. The only one who can cure this disease.

"Are you praising me or laughing at me?" Shante sat up straight and couldn't help sighing again. "The throat and lungs have tortured me for more than 30 years. Many times I wish I could take out these two things and throw them away. I have almost forgotten what it feels like to speak well. Even if you don't feel at ease. I still have to Thank you." After a pause, he added that I have forgotten what it is like to thank someone, the last time was probably forty or fifty years ago, right? "

"The old gentleman agrees with us..." Ai Yimei asked cautiously. The sight of the corpses in the whole house coming back to life just now scared her a lot.

Shante still shook his head without any hesitation: "No, this is the rule left by Archibald. Only the acting guild leader can walk this road. This is the ability of the acting guild leader who has practiced the meditation of reality." The place to go. Although you have practiced the Meditation of Reality, you are not the deputy head of the guild, so I cannot let you pass. Even that girl, Agrinel, I did not allow her to pass. She took another path by herself In the past."

"Then what exactly do you want to let us pass? Make a condition." Talis said coldly.

"Without conditions, I won't let you pass." Shante coughed lightly again, and the topic returned to the original state.

"Or if you kill me, you can pass."

Asa sighed deeply and stopped talking. He took out the small bag containing the hilt of the Black Star sword from his bosom. When Shan Te saw this pocket, his cloudy eyes lit up, and then became more cloudy. He didn't speak either. Asa unbuttoned his pocket, reached out and took out the hilt from the Sun Well. Although the aura had been restrained under the effect of several rings, the whole room was immediately enveloped by that unique dark and dim aura.

It seems to be an illusion, the limbs, organs, and corpses that were alive and kicking just now have regained their vitality under the influence of this breath. Although they still didn't move, they were breathing and roaring silently.

Talis felt goosebumps all over her body. Aiyimei curled up in her arms and was trembling. Her physique couldn't bear the breath at all.

"I'm not the acting guildmaster, but I have this, can I pass?" Asa held the hilt of the Black Star, his voice seemed to have changed.

Sante did not speak. His eyes were squinted, and the contents inside were mixed like a pool of sewage, with strange fluctuations flickering from time to time. Like bubbles emerging from the depths of the mud of memory. He could see very clearly that this person didn't have the slightest fighting spirit or magic in his hand, and he was indeed holding the hilt with his body. And this is a person who has successfully practiced meditation on reality. After a long silence, he opened his mouth and said slowly: "You have practiced the meditation of reality, and you can hold the hilt of the black star. Even if you are not the acting guildmaster of Diyagu, you are better than the acting guildmaster."

"Archibald said that the person who can practice the meditation of reality and hold up the black star will be the king of the dead, and all necromancers should surrender around him, and together with him, the world Change. Although this is just the handle of a sword, you are indeed the first person to meet this requirement in five hundred years. You are qualified to become the king of the dead, and the acting guild leader of Diya Valley is just a person who has become the king of the dead. It’s just the king’s default position, I should surrender to you.”

"I don't need your surrender, as long as you make way." Asa said. His voice has become dull and distant, his eyes have completely dimmed, without the slightest luster inside, as black as the black mist emitted by a pitch-black star. He is desperately suppressing the killing intent that keeps emerging in his body, the thick and profound killing intent like this aura is not aimed at the old man in front of him, but at everything, including Talis and Ai Yimei behind him.

It is not the kind of killing intent with hostility, he is not hostile to anyone or anything, he only has killing intent, or death intent.

"If he won't let you go no matter what, you can take the hilt of the black star in front of him. That's fine for anyone

A necromancer is an irresistible authority. But...unless there is really no other way, it is best not to do this..." Grandma Al said this to Asa when she told him to come here.

Asa really can't do it. He could feel that the old man in front of him might be at the same level as Sandro, not even higher. Even at such a short distance, he already had the advantage, and the odds of winning were not more than half. The key point was that there were still Talis and Ai Yimei is here, and they can't bear the consequences of the two of them fighting. So he had to use the last method Grandma Al told him. It's just that what he didn't expect was that the result of fully holding the hilt would be like this. Unlike what happened to Granny Al, they didn't just touch it this time, but completely grasped the black star.

The endless breath in the hilt of the sword kept pouring into his consciousness. Echoing it is the desire, impulse, desire and desire to die from the body, from the deepest part of consciousness.

Die. go to hell. The result of life is to die. Everything you seek to survive is nothing more than seeking death. What you gain will eventually be lost, and what you grow will be destroyed. No matter what you are, you will die in the end. Any life is formed by the accumulation of countless deaths. Life is death, and death is peace. Death is rest, peace, eternity, the eternal cradle that breeds everything, the ultimate belonging, the ultimate goal of all paths, death is irresistible, no need to resist, resistance is pain, torture, futility, only acceptance is peace, the right path is destiny. ....."

Even the mind automatically has countless thoughts related to death that make people die, the impulse in the body, the desire is to die, it is automatically emitted by every cell, the most subtle feeling It is the source that has always been hidden in the depths of the soul within the body. Now it is just attracted by this breath.

Sante got off the broken wooden bed and moved it away with difficulty. There was a huge stone slab underneath Shante waved his hand and recited a spell, the stone slab made a dull grinding sound and pulled away by itself, revealing a dark passage below. "The road is here, you go." Shante seemed to be overdoing it, and coughed again.

Where to go? to die? A Jie didn't move, just had this thought in his mind, yes, not everyone will die wherever he goes, so tired, he should die, everyone will die...

I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die....I don't want to die....I don't want to...This other instinctive voice is gradually drowned in that external~IndoMTL.com~internal infinite In the thought of dying and dying.

Sante coughed twice, looked at Asa who was standing still, saw the layer of black gradually thickening in his eyes, and also felt the breath that began to pervade his body. He is also a person who has practiced real meditation, and has been with the dark artifact in Diyagu for decades. He can feel and know what is going on, so his face is full of wrinkles, a bit like a bat

A wry smile appeared on his ugly face.

The dark aura was no longer emanating from the hilt, but had already begun to emanate from Asa's body, and it seemed that because it passed through his body, the aura became stronger and thicker.

A faint commotion resounded in the house. There seems to be one outside the house too, and it's even bigger. I don't know if everyone had hallucinations at the same time, and the corpses were all cheering, cheering and jumping for joy in the endless breath. This is their breath "What are you doing? Get on the road."

Suddenly, a voice rang out, breaking the death-like silence. The voice was high-pitched and loud, full of vitality and emotion, like a bolt of lightning splitting a hole in the thick and deadly breath of death.