This puppeteer is not normal

Chapter 427 Converged Will

Boom!

The tranquility of the underground ruins of Flossen was broken by a loud noise.

The dome made of earth and rocks broke a huge hole, billowing smoke and dust accompanied by snowflakes fell into the ancient city-state from above.

The air suddenly heated up, followed by scattered sparks.

The surrounding blue crystals were treated unceremoniously by the visitors, and immediately lost their stability and burst, and the tiny blue light particles spread towards the surroundings.

But those influxes of sparks also immediately stirred up the fire, giving the dark underground space the color of flames.

The figure in the red robe slowly walked out of the fire, holding the head of the big white cat in his hand.The neck of the head was still burning, and it soon spread to the entire head.

In an instant, the big cat's head was reduced to ashes, crushed in the hands of the figure.

And when the things in his hands shattered, the red-robed figure slowly turned his head, noticing that his hands were empty.

But it didn't care, it was picked off by itself.

The Flossen ruins above the surface have been reduced to scorched earth, and now, it is here's turn.

Several figures with shadows swaying with the flames soon appeared in the fire.

Their bodies are pierced with dark dead branches, and faint blue crystals grow on them.

A faint blue ray pierced through a group of flames and shot towards the person.

The figure turned slightly sideways, and the ray passed through it and shot at a building not far behind.A crystallized flower made of faint blue crystals suddenly bloomed on that building.

The eerie blue crystallized flower exuded a strange fluorescence, and then exploded, sweeping the conceptual plague.

However, this was of no use to the red-robed figure in front of him.

It is dead, and what is active now is the body of will that condenses all the souls of Flossen.

It doesn’t have the concept of life, and doesn’t have the definite thought of life, and it’s not within the scope of the influence of the plague of concepts.

"Ugh! Plague! Plague! Plague!" However, this strong conceptual plague seemed to touch the figure in the red robe. It trembled suddenly, and then opened its hands, shouting fiercely like never before in that hoarse voice.

Naturally, the corroded corpses around would not stop because of this.

The bodies manipulated by the chaotic information bodies forcibly implanted in the body have long ceased to obey their self-awareness.In other words, their self-awareness has long been lost.

Even if the body is ignited, the relatively low-level pollution individuals among them still persist in wading through the flames, and they will slowly stop their activities until the body is completely burned and unable to move.

High-level polluted individuals are slightly better than these low-level individuals, they can make relatively smooth actions, avoid dangerous flames, and then approach the source of everything, the uninvited guest.

A polluted individual stepped over the flames, and the wind and waves created by its attack directly swept away all the flames along the way, and then quickly approached the red-robed figure.

The shouting of the red-robed figure also stopped abruptly the moment the opponent approached.

The next moment, both sides drew their weapons at the same time.

What the pollution fighter of Flossen pulled out was a light and light rapier, and the mottled rusty sword was wrapped with faint blue crystal blocks.

As for Mert's will, he brazenly pulled out a half-human tall flaming hammer, turned around and threw it at the pollution fighter.

The result of the competition between the giant hammer and the rapier is obvious.

boom!
The flaming hammer engulfed the figure of the pollution warrior, sank deep into the soil, and splashed a large amount of sparks and plague particles.In an instant, there was no sound.

Whoosh whoosh—

The magic rays and the bows and arrows made of blue crystals followed closely behind, pouring firepower on Mert's will.It is really hard to say whether it contains the madness caused by the pollution of chaotic information, or the long-standing hatred of Mert from Flossen.

but.

raging!

Mert dragged the giant hammer, rubbed the ground and rotated, then gradually raised it up and swung it vigorously. The flames formed a rotating storm, a huge vortex, and radiated destructive power to all directions.

None of the attacks could break through the vortex of the flames, and the deepest one was only evaporated by the burning magic power after approaching a few meters.

"Flossen! Submit!" Mert shouted in the center of the vortex, and then held the hammer handle with both hands and smashed it down hard.

boom!
The moment the giant hammer collided with the ground, the magic power swept in the flame vortex was detonated.

The heat surged towards the surroundings, the ground rolled up, and the houses collapsed like toy building blocks, and in the process of collapsing, they turned into pitch-black scorched earth, followed by those polluted bodies of Flossen.

All the noisy voices return to silence.

Only the sparks, beating due to the residual high temperature, left a bright color on the scorched land, but soon returned to the earth again.

The sledgehammer dissolved, and Mert's will walked slowly, without squinting.

The tall and straight figure did not waver at all.The conflict just now was just a small episode to it, a boring interlude.

These polluted individuals without will, crushing them will not help resolve the resentment accumulated by Mert's will.

It knows that the real and biggest enemy it wants to find is right in front of it.

See you soon, soon.

It, the reason why they exist today is for this.

……

In the corridor, Aaron and his party could feel the breath of something happening.

"What a strong mental fluctuation." Ri Lingmeng frowned.

"Well, and that familiar smell that makes me sick." Batgaso also raised his nine heads and looked in all directions.

Estella didn't speak, but looked at Aaron.

"Huh?" This was the only one in the audience who didn't understand the situation, but he said it many times, don't have any expectations for the Moon Tomb in its normal state.

So everyone selectively ignored this little thing.

"Concentration of will is quite rare, but with the characteristic of that touch of red, it doesn't seem to be a strange thing." Aaron stretched out his hand and stroked his chin and commented.

Aggregation of will, another great spectacle where spirit can change reality.

When the number of individuals reaches a certain level and the condensed group has a huge sum of spirits and extremely strong desires and obsessions, a symbol will be given to that will, and a person who implements the will of the entire group will be born "out of thin air". "Fictional Entity".

Sounds simple enough, but it's not something that a bunch of people get together and say "change me" to a cardboard man.

This thing does not have a detailed and specific indicator, and its related descriptions are quite rare.

No other, because the sample is too small.

However, the will of the state is indeed the easiest to produce will aggregates.The population living in a country, its highly mixed and aggregated thoughts, and the desire of all people for a certain thing are the conditions for the birth of a will aggregate.

And the country that is most likely to give birth to a will aggregate is a country that has already perished.

And the Mage Tower has had statistics using limited data.

According to the size and size of the country, as the size of the country increases, the birth rate of will aggregates also increases.But when they reached a certain level, those big countries did not have any description records of will aggregates.

As mentioned before, there is too little data in this area to conduct effective research, so this statistics is not rigorous.

However, judging from the existing data, small and medium-sized countries are the peak of the birth of will aggregates.

Aron's personal guess is that small and medium-sized countries can only achieve such performance when they can achieve a balance between the population base and the unity of will.

And there is no doubt that the size of the Kingdom of Mert seems just right.

But all of the above is just a foundation.

What really led to the birth of this wrong will aggregate was, without a doubt, the red color that had been influenced by Fa Wang Ji until now.

(End of this chapter)