Conquer Another World From the Beginning of the Game

Chapter One Hundred Forty Eight

Only a small, palm-sized wood carving of a newborn baby, lying quietly in a small wooden box.

Darkness, filth, madness, killing intent; mixed with mad and suppressed malice, filled the whole big house.

Yang Qiu and Lowell Supervisor sat opposite each other across the coffee table, and both of them quietly stared at the wooden carving in the box.

They could feel the monstrous killing intent emerging from the woodcarving endlessly, and they could also hear the increasing intensity of infant laughter.

The laughter has lasted for more than five minutes, and it has become more and more crazy, gradually turning into hysterical screams.

Inspector Lowell let out a light sigh, breaking the calm: "Such delicate and gentle lines are indeed the style of Mrs. Marion. It's really... embarrassing, the greatest between the eighth and ninth centuries of the new calendar. The engraving artist did not rest in peace."

For William J. Bancroft, the former owner of woodcarving and the woodcarving collector of the Slock Federation, a young man who was born less than 30 years ago, he is very interested in the creator of one of his many collections, Marion. Madam, there may not be any special feelings-Mrs. Marion passed away more than two hundred years before he was born.

But for Rowell... Mrs. Marion is his "peer."

Two hundred years ago, when Rowell was in his prime, it was the time when Mrs. Marion, the woodcarving artist of Slock, became famous; when the obituary of the death of this amazing lady was published in the newspaper, Rowell deeply regretted it. ——Even if he never met with that lady.

The reason for such deep emotions is inseparable from Lowell’s priesthood...Mrs. Marion was invited by the Prosperous Church as a guest of the Uzbek Principality, and created a goddess known as a miracle for the Prosperous Church. Bas-relief.

Yang Qiu didn't have such complicated feelings like Rowell. He nodded and shook his head again, saying: "At least the mystery is solved. This brave lady did not die by cowardly suicide."

Lowell nodded slowly.

Suicides have a strong tendency to self-destruct, and in this posthumous work, Mrs. Marion’s strong obsessions are only strong offensive.

"The Norsk people, blasphemed Mrs. Marion." Rowell said unhappily, "They wiped out her reputation, and after she died, she was charged with suicide!"

The moral concept of this world does not include the expression of death and ambition. All the orthodox sects regard suicide as a felony.

"It's been two hundred years ago, and it doesn't make much sense to say these things now." Yang Qiu raised his hand, palm down, facing the wood carving in the wooden box, "I need this sealed object, please help me make this Madam rest in peace."

"my pleasure."

Lowell nodded solemnly, took out the deadwood scepter from the space bracelet, and tapped it to the ground.

Wonderful rippling waves wafted from the top of the scepter, forming a translucent, naked-eye sacred attribute imprisonment barrier, covering most of the area in the living room between the two of them.

There are many reasons for the formation of sealed artifacts. For example, Mrs. Marion’s posthumous works are alienated by the creator’s strong hatred and some soul fragments.

Sealed objects left with parts of the soul fragments of the deceased will be more powerful on a certain level-sealed objects are dead objects, and no matter how evil the inner core is, it will only follow certain established rules; and soul fragments derived from creatures. , It will increase the uncertainty of the sealed item, and it will be even more unpredictable when killing intent.

In Yang Qiu's palm, pure dark energy, which is as thick as ink and smooth as silk, poured into the wood carving.

The distorted laughter that had already changed its tone like a roar, there was a short pause.

Immediately, a high-pitched, explosive roar suddenly exploded.

This mental storm that caused countless people to lose their minds instantly, was trapped by the "sacred confinement" enchantment opened by Lowell's supervision, and was only confined to the living room space of this big house.

Yang Qiu retracted his palm and raised his eyelids.

The remnant soul of Mrs. Marion left behind in the puppet, stimulated by the large amount of dark energy he gave, is slowly condensing its true form...

Within a few seconds, a half...broken face appeared above the coffee table.

It looks like a puppet doll with cracked facial paint, only half of the facial features can barely be seen from the broken pieces.

Reluctantly combined the remnant soul with a small face, and tried to open the broken mouth, screaming frantically.

Lowell said with regret: "The time interval is too long, and Mrs. Marion has not much consciousness left."

Yang Qiu frowned and stared at the remnant soul.

Stripping the remnant soul fused with foreign objects by injecting dark energy and letting it rest is a common method used by black magicians to soothe dead souls.

When he was an apprentice to a mage, he had read Mrs. Marion's works in the newspapers bought by the old man. The wooden statues that looked like real people once amazed him... He didn't want to force this lady by direct violence." rest in peace".

After thinking about it, Yang Qiu concentrated and released his mental power, trying to engrave his spiritual mark in the remnant soul.

Lowell understood Yang Qiu's intentions, his eyelids twitched, "Hey, Yang, are you serious?"

"Don't worry, I have a count." Yang Qiu said.

"You--" Rowell wanted to persuade Yang Qiu not to die, but suddenly thought that this guy could be able to fend off evil energy and even the breath of void air could move to the material plane, so he simply shut his mouth.

Suppressing the remnant soul's attack instinct with fel energy, and then using the brand matrix to try to communicate is also a way.

What Rowell didn’t know was that Yang Qiu actually didn’t need to use fel energy... He took Mrs. Marion’s remnant soul as an "NPC unit" and dragged it into the brand matrix to establish a connection. As the core of the matrix, he couldn’t be affected by it. Impact-otherwise the natural disasters that were definitely a source of spiritual pollution would have killed Yang Qiukeng a long time ago.

It is very troublesome to inscribe the spiritual mark on the incomplete soul. With the help of the "sacred imprisonment" monitored by Rowell, Yang Qiu still took almost 20 minutes to succeed.

Drag the remnant soul into the brand matrix and establish a spiritual connection with Yang Qiu, the core of the eye. The remnant soul of Mrs. Marion no longer screams frantically, floating in the air blankly; the strong persistence of life has become fragmented His emotional consciousness flooded into Yang Qiu's spiritual realm in an disorderly manner.

What Yang Qiu felt most clearly was hatred.

This hatred was too strong, as uncomfortable as a poisoned blade, which made Yang Qiu frown.

Spellcasters have high perceptions, and those with high perception can easily sense strong emotions from the living or the dead. With Yang Qiu's 300-year experience as a spellcaster, this hatred is enough to rank in the top ten.

This is too far from Yang Qiu's impression of Mrs. Marion.

This lady is the only lady in the Norsk Federation who can spread her fame to foreign countries in hundreds of years.

The vast majority of Ms. Nosk has no chance or conditions to spread fame.

The reason is simple... the extreme patriarchal Storm Church does not recognize the status of women, let alone allow women to prosper.

The same patriarchal Lieyang Church has developed a relationship of deterrence and international competitiveness due to the development of hundreds of years of navigation and long-term maintenance of the scale of the armed forces. It requires women who do not directly participate in the war and go to sea to engage in industrial and agricultural production, which indirectly gives women gains. Opportunity for social status.

The Church of Storms is different. Although the Church of Storms is also keen to colonize the seas, it has not developed enough industries in the Norsk Federation. It still has no women's access to ships, no shipbuilding, no personal property, no rebellious male family, etc. Wait for outdated habits.

Mrs. Marion, who can show off her talents and spread her fame in this extremely harsh external environment, must not be a very aggressive lady who is full of anger and hatred in her heart-if she reveals this Traits, her reputation will definitely be very ugly.

Yang Qiu pondered for a while, and said to Rowell: "Monitor, I remember that Mrs. Marion is a gentle woman with excellent cultivation?"

"Yes." Rowell nodded affirmatively. "Everyone who has seen this lady praises her character."

"That is to say, there is some external force from the outside that has forced this lady to completely lose control and change her temperament..."

Yang Qiu looked down at the small baby woodcarving lying in the wooden box, stretched out his hand, and took out the woodcarving.

Mrs. Marion is very good at wood carving of portraits. The wooden statues she carved look like real people, no matter how big or small.

A wood carving of a baby the size of a palm... it's a girl.

Yang Qiu suddenly understood.

"That's it... What else can drive a mother mad except for her child." Yang Qiu sighed.

Lowell was startled: "What?"

"I've been to Norsk." Yang Qiu gently put the woodcarving back into the box, "Nosk has a custom that is not for outsiders... If the first child born is a girl, he needs to be cruelly Kill it so that the heroine will not give birth to a boy."

Lowell was simply silly.

"Mrs. Marion is said to have barely gotten pregnant ten years after marriage, and she gave birth to her first child... Regardless of whether she is male or female, she must be very happy." Yang Qiu raised his eyelids again and looked at the twisted and broken one. Ruan Mian, "The child who finally got it, she must be looking forward to hearing her laugh."

Lowell said incredulously: "That's Mrs. Marion! Just because of this ridiculously stupid reason-to kill her child? Drive her crazy??"

"Monitor, have you heard of any princess in the Norsk Federation?" Yang Qiu asked back.

Lowell is going crazy...

Yang Qiu stood up and looked at the face of the remnant soul floating sluggishly.

The language could not communicate with the soul with only the remaining fragments, and Yang Qiu tried to send a message to the soul through the branding matrix link.

"Madam, there is nothing wrong with your hatred of Norsk."

"You tried to kill all the Noskers you could kill, and there was nothing wrong with it."

"But just killing is useless and doesn't change anything."

"It is not Nosk's greatest evil to decide on the baby's right to live on behalf of the mother... It's just that the evil done against women and young children is more likely to be acquiesced and tolerated by the public, and it is highlighted as the main contradiction."

The empty single eyes of the remnant soul seemed to react, and the dark pupils trembled.

"Why as a lady, no matter how she shows her talent, she can't be respected for her meekness? Why should a girl who doesn't endanger anyone be killed?"

"Because the most disadvantaged groups are definitely stepped underfoot, and an ‘order’ that is recognized by the public can be quickly established."

"Those who are clearly trampled on will protect those trampled on their feet, so that they can trample on you with peace of mind."

"Anyone who thinks they are qualified to step on your foot will step on your foot mercilessly."

"These are all wrong."

The face of the broken remnant soul trembled violently, and the deep black pupils slowly shed blood and tears.

Yang Qiu looked at each other with the remnant soul of the single eye.

"Anything that is wrong will surely be corrected. Anything that is backward will surely be replaced by an advanced one."

"The Norsk Federation, the Church of the Storms, along with their backward order, must be crushed by the surging tide."

"I assure you that this day will not be too long."

Brother Lowell opened his mouth wide.

He obviously didn't perceive the slightest wave of magic power from Yang's body, and the remnant soul of Mrs. Marion, who had an extremely strong sense of existence, dissipated into ashes in front of him.

"What did you do?" Brother Lowell couldn't hide his astonishment.

"Well...I made a promise that must be fulfilled on impulse." Yang Qiu said, "It's really hard to control emotions when facing people whom I admired when I was young."

Rowell: "???"

Yang Qiu said in astonishment, "What is your reaction? I recognized this woodcarving as the work of Mrs. Marion at a glance. Was it weird to have admired her before?"

Lowell stared at him for a while, then shrugged.

"Speaking of all, we are here for gossip. Rex is hosting the young man from Count Otis's house." Yang Qiu put away the wooden box and looked towards the town hall. "It seems that It's an opportunity, Rowell, how do you think I took this opportunity to win Inadri?"

Lowell was still searching for the familiar surname Odis in his memory, and he almost didn't slip off the high chair after hearing the second half.

"Can you be a little more serious?!" Rowell, who was barely seated, shouted angrily.

"Of course I am serious. Monitor. It is necessary to be more decisive about this matter." Yang Qiu pointed to Lowell, "At the Bartles house, you are Charlie Rex, and now the Otis house The young boy saw that Rex didn't match the number. It would be troublesome to explain if it was exposed."

"——Wait for me! So did you deliberately pull me in?!" Rowell couldn't laugh or cry, "Innadrich is not a remote town like Westham, and the Gold Coin Church doesn't Allow you to mess around."

"That's not to worry about, dear monitor." Yang Qiu smiled triumphantly, "I'll tell you, the Gold Coin Church has already cooperated with me (the undead)."

Rowell: "???"

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