Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 238 Is this also a skill?

All this time, Heine has been thinking about a question.

Why does Yuanling pollution occur?

Why did Yuan Ling's "abnormal death" occur?

How are spiritual embers produced?

Why is it so chaotic and painful, so far away from the omnipotent element?

Although occasionally there are answers from others, as well as his own discoveries.

But these things are just scratching the surface, a little short of the real answer.

But now, as he deeply compares the other world and the underworld, and comes into contact with more Yuanlings, an answer gradually takes shape in his mind.

The answer is oppression.

Whether it's spiritualism or spells, these are all realized through Yuanling.

And the Yuanling of this world is not just as simple as basic particles.

It's more like some kind of miniature life.

Since it is life, it will be tired, sleepy, hungry, bored, and painful.

He can also ignore their pain and enslave them, forcing them to work for him.

But because of this, a large amount of black mud has accumulated during the long process of use.

Obviously, the mages either actively or passively ignored Yuan Ling's feelings, which made the magic network so convenient and fast.

And cheap.

It was hard for him not to suspect that perhaps at some point, the leader of Vilitas had regretted his initial decision.

Just think about it, if the magic network consumes energy, how many charging stones does the magic network covering almost the entire land consume?

At least the mages of Velitas didn't.

So Heine knew that he would never make the same mistake again.

But Velitas has become what he is now.

Heine: "Then try using it."

Want to prostitute Yuan Ling for free?

Heine was the first to refuse!

But not everyone cares.

Many samples, including mirrors, were made here.

That's why he asked everyone who was active in the magic network to pay spiritual power for their existence.

In this way, the newly born McCalla Mountain District can save a lot of expenses and develop as fast as a rocket.

This group of spellcasters originally gathered together to fulfill Sebitiga's will to explore the truth.

...

Heine knew that he could do the same.

Just like Carl said at the beginning, the mages brought disaster on themselves.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, my lord!"

On this basis, they relied on the power of Yuan Ling and also had to expend mental energy.

By that time, the McCalla Mountains had become a community of interests, and his willful actions would inevitably bring about opposition from others, followed by internal friction and self-destruction.

Leaving the space for exploration to everyone who entered here for the first time, Heine brought Gam to the small Yuanling printer.

Certainly not.

Gum stood at attention and said loudly: "I remember them all!"

The exit is connected to the cabinets of the real-world conference room.

Gum looked at him blankly: "Understand what?"

It is no different from the machine in the mine next to Panshi Town.

He couldn't help but think of Velitas.

Yuanling is weak and naive, and deceiving them is simply the easiest thing in the world.

Heine introduced the usage here, and then asked Gam:

Maybe some time in the future, he will have a conscience and recall those little guys who shouted "Welcome~" and "Thank you~" to him.

It was like he was standing at the crossroads of destiny.

What can he do then?

Will he give up immediate benefits and slow down development?

Gum walked to the operating table, put his hands on the table and muttered something.

A half-person-high flat console is connected to a fireplace with blazing silver flames through pipes.

As far as Heine knows about the magic net - this thing does not need to be charged.

Heine was speechless.

"What I just said is how to use this device. Do you understand?"

Their original purpose must have been pure and noble.

"Enter the console!"

Then--

Boom!

He was caught off guard and crashed into the countertop, his head splitting apart like a glass bottle and turning into silver shards flying everywhere.

Holy shit! !

Everyone in Heine is stupid!

"I asked you to immerse your senses in the console, but I didn't let you enter the console!"

However, Gam obviously couldn't hear what he said.

His body was shattered in the other world, and he was directly disconnected.

Heine quickly chased after him.

In the conference room in the real world, Gum was sitting on the floor with a nosebleed and his eyes were a little out of focus.

Linumu's emerald green life energy floated in his hand, and he stretched out a finger while treating him.

"Look, what time is this?"

Gum said blankly: "Two...three?"

Heine: "Is he okay?"

"I can't say that nothing happened...it's just that he just fell off the chair and hit his head hard on the ground."

Linumu looked puzzled: "But why does the nose bleed?"

Heinexin said that I don’t know how to explain it, but he shouldn’t be too harsh on his soul. At this time, a "bang" sound came from behind.

Heine turned around sharply and looked at the cabinet in disbelief.

isn't it...

He walked over and opened the cabinet door and took out a... silver skull.

It was as big as Gum's head.

And look at this forehead, this outline, these lines...

This thing could really be a print of Gam's skull...

"what is this?"

The wood elves were also stunned.

Why is this thing still hidden in the conference room of the Lord's Mansion?

What do you mean, George was also a necromancer before?

"It's more difficult to explain..."

Heine swallowed:

"You just heard that this guy has an unparalleled talent in resisting soul attacks, so I tried to let him turn his 'undisturbed calm state of mind' into a spell, and the result is this... Why don’t you try it?”

"what?"

Linumu took the skull hesitantly.

This thing is very light to get and looks very clean.

Apart from looking a little scary, there is no evil aura at all.

His perception swept over it, and there was no abnormal fluctuation on it.

"But how do I use it?" he asked.

“Let go of resistance and let it sink into your soul.”

"All right……"

Linumu calmed himself down.

Soon, his consciousness sank into a dark space.

He had a strong feeling that as long as he struggled to break free, he could leave here immediately.

But his strong curiosity kept him here.

Soon, everything in front of me became brighter.

He saw himself when he was young - an elf child with not many wrinkles on his face.

I am learning the thorn technique of the Jungle School.

The young face was covered with sweat and blood stains scraped by thorns.

He seemed to be an emotionless third person, quietly watching "himself" fall to the ground due to mental exhaustion, and then get up again.

The scene was familiar, but not from his childhood.

Because he didn't know this kind of magic at that time.

But he clearly remembered that at this time, there was a stern instructor urging him.

Sure enough, the next second, an old wood elf appeared next to the child:

"Linumu, you are the stupidest apprentice tree shepherd I have ever seen!"

Snapped!

A whip struck him.

Linumu felt a burning pain - even though he didn't even have a body.

But the pain was very real.

He remembered, he remembered everything...

This is the illusion I saw when I was promoted to level five!

If nothing else, what follows is endless pressure and humiliation.

Sure enough, the stern old man spoke.

He began to laugh at Linumu's stupidity, scolded him for his laziness, and scolded him for his lack of responsibility.

He spoke of the dire situation facing the wood elves today, of blight, as if everything was Linumu's fault.

His words were heartbreaking, and Linumu was overwhelmed by a strong sense of guilt.

"One generation is worse than the other!"

Linumu still remembers that he finally begged for forgiveness when he almost collapsed.

Since then, he has gained the wisdom of his predecessors.

His control over the power of nature has improved by leaps and bounds, so he joined the Holy Healing Society and worked to solve the problem of blight.

However, he was always troubled by this heavy self-blame and guilt.

This is true for every tree shepherd who has been promoted to level five. The blight was brought about by them and must be ended by their own hands.

What our predecessors could not do, we can only rely on the wisdom of future generations.

This is pollution mixed with the forces of nature.

If he cannot solve it, he will become a part of his will like the old man in the illusion, thus affecting more people who come after him.

But even though he had such a clear understanding at this moment, the long-lost feeling still came over him like pain.

He became uneasy, guilty, and anxious.

He was suffocated by the heavy burden.

This was how he spent every second before he decided to become a follower of Heine.

It's just that his long stay in the McCalla Mountains made him forget these things.

Just then, an unexpected person appeared on the screen.

It's Gam...

He strode towards the old elf who was scolding little Linumu.

Then--

boom!

Gum went up and punched him.

"Don't hit the children!"

(End of this chapter)