HP Dark Lord save the world

Chapter 127

It tries to understand this person, her creator, her past, every thought about her, and the reasons behind her every action.

A person, or "I", is constructed by countless pasts.On a timeline, all kinds of the past are continuously woven in a certain order to complete the "I".

Behavior, habit, way of thinking, character, all of these are formed by the joint action of the past.

Every thought and idea of ​​"I" comes from the influence of experience, what I have seen, what I have heard, they may be marginalized by memory, and finally forgotten, but the traces they leave are still unconsciously affecting It affects the future of "I" and affects the different decisions that "I" make when facing different problems.

Then, when the experiences of "I" come from others, what kind of person will the "I" who read these experiences be shaped by these experiences?

It blinked.

As a puppet, it doesn't feel dry eyes at all because it keeps its eyes open for a long time, which is an action it never did instinctively in the past.

It looked towards the hall, towards the unconscious Creator surrounded by people.

It's so quiet.

Its consciousness has never been so quiet, without the constant murmurs of the creator, so quiet that it feels like returning to the ignorant period, which is its own part of memory.

At that time, it was just moving, without purpose, simply following certain instructions.

It blinked again, then smiled.

Finally one day, it was my turn to save me.

The false soul, no, it should be said that it is an individual that has fused the memories of Itana and Zhou Shi, as well as its own short-term consciousness. Under no one's control, it stretched out its hand holding a cane.

"Thunder." The corner of the puppet's mouth was slightly raised, which was the arc that Itana had drawn for it, with a half-smile, casual and relaxed.

Buried around the villa, the nodes that had been arranged for more than half an hour seemed to turn into whirlpools one after another in an instant, and the magic power that filled every corner in nature rushed towards them like air. The magic power rushed to them too—

The two masked men guarding the gate looked back in surprise, and saw a bolt of lightning covering the wall of the villa behind them, and a thick thundercloud in the sky, which was hidden and flickering, was rapidly accumulating, pressing down more and more.

The entire villa seemed to be at the very center of the thunderstorm, and there was a strange smell in the air. It seemed that something was beating on their skin, bringing a tingling feeling.

Click, sparks shot out from the crystal lamp in the hall, a burnt smell wafted out, the light flickered twice, and then went out.

The room was plunged into darkness for an instant.

boom -

Something flickered outside the window, and the bright white light briefly restored the light in the hall, shining on the puzzled and worried faces of the four people.

boom -

A white lightning bolt split from the thundercloud, landed on a tree outside the window, and ignited the flames.

The surrounding magic field seemed to be shattered by some invisible things, flowing from all directions to different places, making them feel as if they were being pinched by the neck and had difficulty breathing.

"Dora, go out with me to have a look." Depley said in a deep voice.

Dora played with the wand in her hand, pouted: "You have a nice voice, for example, Miss Dora, please help me, and then I—"

boom -

Her follow-up words were lost in yet another thunderclap.

She was silent.

"Dora, our plan has been disrupted again." Depley's eyes were cold, "I hope you can understand the seriousness of the matter."

Dora put away all kinds of expressions, and her eyes gradually turned cold.

"I will clear all obstacles." She stepped towards the door, and Depley followed.

boom -

There was another roar, and the hall was illuminated again.

The shadows of the five people were long reflected on the wall of the hall.

Depley and Dora's eyes froze, their footsteps stopped, and they each put on a posture to meet the enemy.

In the direction they were going, at the main entrance of the hall, a man wearing a black robe with a hood covering half of his face suddenly appeared there at some point.

The person who came couldn't see his appearance clearly, he was holding a cane with a silver head and a black body in his hand, and his other hand was hanging down beside him.

"Dora!" Depley raised his voice to remind, and at the same time he waved his wand and pointed forward - a dazzling dark green light was thrown towards the person.

Depley saw the man standing there without hiding, and tapped the ground lightly with his cane.

Dazzling light suddenly rose from the soles of his feet, and lightning instantly shattered the green light, flying towards Depley unabated.

Depley raised his hands and drew a triangle in front of him with his wand. The protective barrier rose, and the lightning hit the barrier hard, causing Depley to take two steps back before stopping.

A clear crack emerged, and in the next second, the entire barrier collapsed in an instant.

A sternness flashed in Depley's eyes.

Under Depley's reminder just now, Dora's attack was only a moment behind. Several fist-sized burning fireballs hit the door at the same time, and Depley had just arrived to attack.

The puppet raised its cane and swept it quickly in the air. The strong wind blew up, and all the fireballs were forced to stop in the air. They were peeled off like apples under the blade of the wind, and finally completely disintegrated in the air.

After Depley and Dora's attack, the other two rushed forward one after another.

One of them pulled out a long sword from nowhere, while the other cast a protective spell and a stone-fist spell on himself, and boldly rushed towards the puppet's body, as if he wanted to hold back the opponent's movements with close combat , so that the companions have room to attack.

The person with several protective spells came to the puppet first, and the petrified fist hit the abdomen.

The puppet's cane pressed down to block the opponent's fist, and then a horizontal stroke along his arm, and the lightning-wrapped cane swung to his neck, blocked by the protective spell.

In the next second, the lightning flashed brightly, and rushed towards him from the cane, and another bolt of lightning suddenly appeared outside the window to echo.

With a bang, the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window shattered, and a bolt of lightning slanted down, falling on the man within less than half a second.

"what!!!"

There was a scream, and then it was swallowed by thunder again.

All this happened so quickly, the man with the long sword didn't even have time to stop it.

When his long sword stabbed at the golem, his companion had fallen silently.

Fortunately, his long sword had already pierced towards the opponent's heart.

bang——

An exceptionally loud voice came from the man, from the place where the long sword was pierced.

This is not the feeling of a sharp blade piercing into flesh and blood. He didn't have time to think about it, and the long sword was slashed sideways, and a big hole was torn in the cloak. Inside was the white and cold skin, with runes flickering faintly.

His eyes widened, and mountains of fear poured down his face.

"Let's go, it's the secret society!"

　It's so dangerous, I almost singled out a group of four, so hurry up and scare them away first.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)