The necromancer just wants to plant trees

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In a gloomy and dark building complex.

Matthew was zipping around alone.

The little boy who flashed past was full of mysterious aura.

Matthew found it almost impossible to mark it with perception or mental power.

His presence and movements can only be discerned through the naked eye.

In Matthew's perception.

The little boy is completely "empty". He has no spirituality in his body, but he has a quality that is close to life.

This is in line with the characteristics of the spirit of the lost paradise.

No matter how dangerous it was, he still had to take a gamble.

But the ancient city of Krafa at night is indeed full of dangers.

Matthew had just walked out for a while when a large group of trolls and grudges suddenly appeared at the corner ahead.

They blocked the intersection, making it difficult for people to pass.

Even though it was about fifty meters apart.

Matthew can also detect the changes in these evil spirits at night.

Their speed became much faster.

besides.

A layer of black substance also appeared on the body surface of the resentful spirit.

All living creatures will feel that their movement ability is greatly reduced when they are close to that kind of material.

That's an action-sucking aura!

One or two resentful spirits are okay.

If you encounter a group of resentful spirits head-on, within three seconds, a person with normal mobility will be sucked to the point of being paralyzed!

And after losing mobility.

Surrounded by such a large group of crazy resentful spirits.

The consequences can be imagined.

Matthew didn't hesitate, he immediately chose another path.

The tombstone under his feet turned like an arm and flexibly turned, inserted from the alley next to it, and completed the breakout before the resentful spirits surrounded him.

However, all this is just a prelude.

soon.

Matthew discovered that there were too many resentful spirits in this area!

Maybe the commotion near the Magic Tower attracted too many guardians.

Coupled with the arrival of the ancient city inspectors, this area has become extremely lively.

Matthew tried his best to avoid the ghosts on the road, but sometimes he would be caught by the ghosts that suddenly came out of the wall.

He tried to use Ursul's scolding to deal with these evil spirits.

But with little success.

Ordinary necromancers' methods don't work at all in the ancient city of Krafar.

These resentful spirits have been strengthened over a long period of time and are firmly bound to the ancient city.

The city was their ceremonial ground.

As long as they are in the ritual ground and the ritual ground is operating normally, they can be greatly strengthened.

not to mention.

These ghosts seem to have some kind of group consciousness.

As long as one vengeful spirit fights with the enemy, the other vengeful spirits will immediately abandon what they are doing and attack them.

in this case.

It is unwise to kill any resentful spirit. He will bring you a lot of hatred!

"Calm down! Think of a way..."

Matthew drove Tombstone and raced through the dark city.

The figure of the little boy in front is looming and difficult to capture.

When looking back.

The number of ghosts chasing him was enough to fill several train carriages!

A normal person would probably have peed their pants during this scene.

Matthew also felt his scalp numb.

at the same time.

He can feel that his speed is slowing down!

"No, we can't go on like this..."

It happened to be at this time.

Matthew lost sight of the little boy.

He didn't hesitate.

He made a left turn directly towards the intersection next to him, and by the way, he also pulled another group of trolls and grudges across the street over!

Matthew rampages through the streets.

The resentful spirit behind him quickly stretched like a long dragon.

That is to say, the speed of the tombstone is indeed fast enough, otherwise he would have been torn into pieces by these resentful spirits!

"Walk!"

Seeing that the time was right, Matthew turned around and ran away.

that's all.

The trolls and vengeful spirits that could cover half a mile were frantically chasing Matthew's tombstone and will-o'-the-wisps.

They took a short walk around the Magic Tower.

Then he rushed towards the Magic Tower!

Near the Magic Tower.

Now it has become deserted.

Except for little Ingram and his army of summoned objects, almost everyone else tried to find a way to take refuge.

And when Matthew showed up.

The elemental beings were also fighting passionately with the nearby troll spirits.

The next second.

A huge tombstone rushed into them with a lot of will-o'-the-wisps!

"Do me a favor, the local indigenous people are a bit too unfriendly..."

Matthew said hello to little Ingram from afar.

The latter looked at the number of ghosts behind Matthew that could fill half the street.

His face almost turned the color of pig liver!

"Stop him!"

Ingram Jr. ordered.

But Matthew was so cunning. He just passed by the elemental army and then took a detour.

Matthew is polite and knows how to take detours.

But the resentful spirits don't understand this.

In the blink of an eye.

The tide of resentful spirits hit the elemental army's defense line.

In an instant, four or five strong elemental beings were drained of their mobility.

After a while.

Their struggle became in vain, and they soon died miserably in the sea of ​​enemies!

The defense line became shaky.

Even though little Ingram gritted his teeth with hatred, he had no extra energy to pay attention to Matthew.

He took out a small book with a light green cover, and then cast spells repeatedly. Through the cooperation of the four elements, he built a defense barrier like a natural barrier.

At this time, Matthew was already driving the tombstone in a very chic manner, and once again distanced himself from the Magic Tower.

With the help of little Ingram.

The street became much quieter.

Matthew stepped on the tombstone and slid up 90 degrees along the corner of the wall, and successfully came to the flat roof of a three-story building.

He looked at the nearby streets.

However, the little boy was nowhere to be found.

Matthew was not discouraged and continued to observe. If the other party was really the spirit of the Lost Paradise, then it would not be just a flash of inspiration.

But soon.

His attention was attracted by the ancient city patrollers who seemed to be overwhelming.

The 25th-level Wuken was different from other troll ghosts with black light.

His huge and bloated body exuded a faint golden light, which was somewhat different from the sun's brilliance, more like a black-gold or dark-gold luster.

When Wuken moved, the whole street was shaking.

Even though Matthew had deliberately kept his distance, he could still feel that his body was being attracted by Wuken!

...

"Warning: You have entered Wuken's "Land of the Fallen (gravitational field)"!

Your speed has dropped by 30%;

All your actions will be corrected in the direction of Wuken;

You are about to face a round of will test. If the exemption fails, you will involuntarily walk 10 to 30 meters in the direction of Wuken..."

...

What a terrible gravitational field.

Matthew successfully exempted the will test with his divinity, and then stepped on the small tombstone and pulled away again without looking back.

At the same time.

Wuken has also arrived in front of the Magic Tower.

Matthew saw from a distance that a burst of blood light suddenly burst out from the side of little Ingram.

That blood light brought more pressure to Matthew than Wuken's Land of the Fallen!

That is...

Blood Angel Urmas!

"Rise, my ancestor!"

Vaguely.

Matthew also heard the pious and fanatical call of little Ingram.

Along with that sound.

The blood light that shot up into the sky instantly upgraded to a blood storm!

The terrible blood storm swept away all the creatures around the Magic Tower, and the vengeful spirits melted away like ice and snow.

The elemental life was not spared!

Large numbers of elemental life were melted by the blood light, and the scene was much more terrifying than the evaporation of Matthew's blood!

"No wonder I didn't see the four elemental elders, it turns out that he had already prepared to sacrifice everything!"

"No, if the others were still there, he would have sacrificed the lives of others, but unfortunately everyone has run away now, and he can only sacrifice his own people..."

"Will this guy sacrifice himself?"

A bold idea popped up in Matthew's mind.

Unfortunately.

Then the reality disappointed Matthew.

The blood storm slowly dissipated and turned into a translucent dark red cyclone.

The edge of the cyclone was sprinkled with various dark red crystals like flowers scattered by a fairy.

Under the cyclone.

Little Ingram wrapped himself tightly with a spiritual shroud, even his head was wrapped inside, and he didn't dare to stick his head out until the cyclone gradually stabilized.

And right above him.

A towering blood angel was taking shape!

What Matthew didn't expect was that.

The blood angel was even taller than the patroller Uken!

The storm and cyclone he just saw was just a thigh of Ulmath!

He himself was even taller than the magic tower!

There were three pairs of huge, dark red wings behind Ulmath, his face was wearing a dark red mask, and his chest and leg armor were red and black.

He held a pitch-black lightsaber in his right hand and a conical short spike in his left hand. There was a barbed iron chain hanging from his waist, and a huge chain ball was tied to the end of the iron chain.

In addition.

He also wore a variety of weapons on the weapon belts on his back and legs.

Although these weapons, like the Blood Angel himself, are most likely special projections of the Astral Body and are not real, their appearance is still impressive enough!

What Matthew did not expect was that -

"Ulmath is also LV25?!"

"Fuck!"

"They are all wall hangings, there is no fun at all..."

Matthew quickly realized that there may be some special laws in the ancient city of Krafa that can allow people who are strong enough to break through the ceiling of the plane restrictions and reach a stronger level!

"Son of the Fallen, why don't you rest in peace?"

The Blood Angel Urmas took the lead.

He used a difficult language, but for some reason, Matthew could understand it!

What was even more surprising was that

The seemingly confused patrolman Wuken also responded, but this time he used the troll language:

"Didn't the angel who should have decayed come back to life?"

Ulmath's tone was solemn and solemn, with an unquestionable sense of mission:

"I was inspired by the kingdom of God and returned to the earth in accordance with the oracle."

"The ancient god of darkness will be revived in my body, and I am honored to serve His path of birth."

Uken said coldly:

"The ancient god of darkness does not exist in this world."

"Light and darkness are just the incarnations of the god Pul!"

While speaking.

He suddenly took a step forward, hugged the magic tower with his mossy hands, and then pulled it up with force-

Boom!

Wu Ken pulled the magic tower up on the spot, and then silently chanted a spell, and a large amount of mud and wood quickly peeled off the surface of the entire magic tower.

Gradually.

The shape of the tower changed.

It was held in Wu Ken's hand, like a huge mace!

There was a strange bulge on the top of the mace, and on it was an iron ball with countless spikes!

Matthew's eyelids jumped.

This shape...

Boom!

Before his thoughts were over, the two super-limit monsters had already fought fiercely together.

The first collision between them triggered a larger earthquake and a terrifying shock wave.

Matthew was knocked away by the shock wave. Although he was not seriously injured, he was no longer willing to get close to the battle area.

"Let's see if we can find the Lost Paradise as soon as possible. If we find it, we will run away!"

Matthew continued to search in the surrounding area.

Affected by the war.

The number of vengeful spirits on the street was much less, so Matthew was able to stroll leisurely.

However, he turned around several times.

He still couldn't find the little boy.

This made Matthew a little frustrated.

He estimated the time.

There were about forty minutes before dawn. Near the Magic Tower, two super-limit supremes were fighting fiercely, and they were about to completely demolish the area.

According to the current trend.

There would be no result before dawn.

"Why not take this opportunity to re-check the buildings locked by those suspicious elemental marks?"

This thought just came to Matthew's mind.

A tall figure suddenly flashed in front of him.

From the size, it was known that it was a troll!

"Annie Salvens?"

Matthew's heart moved, and he immediately followed.

She seemed to be tracking someone.

Not long after.

Matthew came behind her, and then a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

Not far away.

It was the little boy who was holding a book and reading seriously!

At this time, Anne also noticed Matthew's approach.

She first showed her instinctive defense, and then her expression became a little complicated, but in the end, she did not make any unfriendly movements, but whispered:

"I followed him all the way, but I couldn't get close to him."

Matthew only noticed it at this time.

There was an airtight barrier around the little boy.

This barrier completely separated his existence from the surrounding space. No wonder in his perception, the other party did not exist at all.

Matthew walked around the barrier.

He did not find a way to enter.

Anne spread her hands to him.

At this time.

The little boy suddenly said leisurely:

"Why don't you try to find a door to enter?"

"You know, any place that is not easy to enter always has a door."

Anne was surprised when she heard it.

And Matthew's data column also received new news.

...

"Tip: Find the door of speculation to enter the "Pure Land Outside Paradise"."

...

So this space is called outside the paradise?

Then the identity of the little boy can almost be confirmed!

Anne next to him had already begun to look around, carefully searching for any trace of a door.

However, Matthew hesitated for a moment, and pulled out the sword of killing from behind!

In the surprised eyes of the little boy.

Matthew held the sword of killing and stabbed it into the barrier!

Crack!

With a sound like glass breaking, Matthew inserted the sword of killing to the bottom, and then cut a door out of the barrier!

The next second.

He noticed a gap in front of him, so he stepped in.

Anne was stunned for several seconds.

He hurriedly followed in.

The little boy put down the book and seemed a little angry:

"Why did you stab me for no reason?"

"Do you know what the door of speculation is? It is the door of the mind that can only be opened through wisdom and thinking!"

"Have you thought about it? You just stabbed it randomly?"

Matthew weighed the long sword in his hand, and then blinked:

"This is the result of my thinking."

He was quite satisfied with the effect of the sword of killing in breaking the barrier.

The little boy looked speechless.

But in the end.

He still sat down slowly.

"Even if you use brute force to cheat and skip the first level of wisdom, if your next answer does not satisfy me, it will be difficult for you to get what you want."

He continued to lower his head to read the book.

As if he asked inadvertently:

"Why do all living things always kill each other?"

Matthew did not answer directly, but asked back:

"What does it mean to answer your question?"

The little boy thought for a while:

"It doesn't mean anything, but if you want to be the owner of Paradise Lost, you have to let me know what kind of people you are."

It is Paradise Lost!

Hearing this, Anne immediately stepped forward, her tone somewhat excited:

"I am a descendant of the Salvens family..."

The little boy said speechlessly:

"I just want to know what kind of people you are, and I am not interested in what kind of people your ancestors were."

Annie was stunned.

She seemed a little overwhelmed by the situation.

The little boy's attitude towards her was quite gentle:

"If you don't think clearly, go and think about it."

"Think it through and then tell me your answer."

Subsequently.

He looked at Matthew as if expecting something.

Matthew pondered:

"This question is too broad, and the reasons are naturally very diverse."

"Killing itself is the main theme of life. The law of the jungle is that the weak eat the strong. Even intelligent creatures are no better than ordinary animals in this regard."

"From this perspective, cannibalism is a necessity for survival."

“Even within a stable intelligent population, conflicts will occur due to factors such as resources, dignity, and power.

There will always be people who want to be superior to others, and there will always be people who will stand up and resist.

Those who resist may not always succeed, and those who bully may not always survive.

Bullying and resistance are probably instincts engraved in the blood of many intelligent species.

With these there are disputes and conflicts.

And in this world.

The most permanent way to resolve disputes and conflicts is to kill and die. "

"From this perspective, cannibalism is a necessity of life."

The little boy blinked:

"The way you describe it, most intelligent species seem to be born with the original sin of loving bullying and fighting."

Matthew replied:

"I don't like the word original sin."

"I prefer to call them limitations."

"Everyone has their own limitations, and so do intelligent species. Even gods, I think, have their own limitations."

"Do you think there are gods in this world who can transcend their own limitations?"

The little boy was stunned for a moment:

"I have no idea."

"Also, I don't like people asking me questions, especially questions I can't answer."

Matthew nodded:

"What's the second question?"

The little boy subconsciously wanted to answer, but immediately, a trace of annoyance appeared on his face:

"You asked questions again!"

Matthew spread his hands.

He suddenly felt that this little boy was quite cute. Although he looked mysterious and ancient, once he came into contact with him, he found that his mind was not as mature as Matthew thought.

"The second question is, if you become a god, how will you restrain your believers and enlighten the world?"

the little boy asked angrily.

Matthew thought for a moment:

"Let them have food and clothing, live in peace and contentment."

The little boy asked:

"Then what?"

Matthew answered:

“Give them something to pursue.”

The little boy continued to ask:

"What happens next?"

Matthew added:

“Make them achieve something.”

The little boy perseveres:

"anything else?"

Matthew shook his head and said:

"Let's complete the previous goals first and then talk about it."

The little boy was stunned again.

He asked in disbelief:

"Don't you have a more fashionable slogan or a clearer doctrine?"

"If it doesn't work out, there must always be some great plans or grand ideals, right?"

Matthew calmly replied:

"Of course you can have ideals, but in my case, I don't think it is of much use."

“Everyone trying to win over people can talk about ideals.”

"But not every ideal is meaningful."

"To be more precise, unattainable ideals may be meaningful to some individuals, but for most groups, pure ideals may be harmful."

"Like I said before, everyone has their own limitations, and so does every population."

"You can't expect the long-lived species to understand the urgency of seizing the day, and you can't expect the short-lived species to understand the plan that lasts for hundreds of years."

"You can't expect the elves who have lived in the mountains for a long time to realize the vastness of the sea, and you can't expect the cloud dragons in the clouds to imagine the darkness and crampedness in the center of the earth."

"To put it more extreme, just talking about ideals is like forcing people on the verge of starvation to appreciate poetry and paintings, or forcing people who have been bedridden for a long time to go for long-distance running and hiking."

"So my personal view is that any generalizations that appear to be positive are harmful."

“If I want to gain recognition from others, what I prefer is not rhetoric, but visible help.”

"As for how it will develop in the end, I don't know. I can only take it one step at a time."

These words are Matthew’s true words.

He is the ultimate pragmatist. He will use whatever is useful and throw it away if it is not useful. He does not have so many rules and regulations.

The little boy was even more speechless after listening:

"You sound like a nanny to all sentient beings, rather than a superior god."

Matthew smiled and said:

"I didn't originally want to become a god."

The little boy said anxiously:

"Then why did you come to me?"

Matthew said strangely:

"Who said you have to become a god to find Paradise Lost?"

"I just wanted to come over and have a look."

The little boy scratched his head, unable to refute.

The end.

He closed the book with some sloppiness:

"Forget it, last question."

"I observe that there is life and oak in your realm, and that it is about to move toward the realm of nature."

"What I want to know is what you think of the natural realm."

"Or you can answer the simplest question, forest or tall buildings, which one do you choose?"

Matthew answered without hesitation:

"Tall buildings."

The little boy didn't look strange this time.

He just asked:

"So, you're a new naturalist advocating change?"

Matthew shook his head and said:

"I don't understand the jargon."

"My understanding of nature is also very simple. Nature should not be narrowly defined, but should be full of tolerance."

“In the primitive jungle, it was natural for the first humans to eat hair and drink blood;

With fire and stone, houses and homes were built, and pastoral songs were also natural;

Later, with further development and the emergence of cities and industries, isn’t this all natural? "

The little boy frowned and said:

"But the entire world will gradually tend toward chaos and decadence during this change."

"This is true of any world with intelligent life."

"From the beginning when a hundred flowers bloomed, to the gradual singleness later on, even if the broad sense of nature you think is correct, nature is also withering step by step."

"If the original nature cannot be maintained, the world will be destroyed sooner or later."

Matthew smiled and said:

"Still my previous point of view, what does a world that has been destroyed for ten thousand years have to do with today's people?"

"What's more, after war there must be rebirth, and flowers can bloom on the ruins."

"How do you know there won't be a new beginning after the destruction of the world?"

“The meaning and power of life lies in bursting out and expressing.

During this process.

There will inevitably be conflicts, struggles, and even death, but this does not affect the splendor of life. "

"I think the world is probably the same."

The little boy sighed deeply:

"I thought you would have some high opinions, but I didn't expect that your opinions would be no different from those of those people a thousand years ago."

"Humanity is as stupid as ever."

"It just so happens that you can master the power of ascending to the gods..."

Subsequently.

He no longer paid attention to Matthew, but looked at Anne standing aside:

"Have you thought about those questions just now?"

Anne stammered for a while.

She seemed unprepared for these, and she didn't have particularly deep feelings, so as she was talking, she suddenly couldn't continue.

The end.

In the little boy's doubtful eyes.

Annie Salvins was quick to think, pointed at Matthew and said:

"I……"

"I'm just like him!"

"Same answer."

The little boy couldn't remember how many times he had been in a daze.

He couldn't help but murmur to himself:

"Has the quality of the current group of people who come to compete for the Ancient Gods fallen to this low level?"

"The average intelligence of the intelligent species in Ain will not degrade to the primitive era, right?"

Anne was instantly ashamed.

As a troll princess, the education she received was mainly focused on combat and strategy, and there was indeed no content in this area.

Let her answer this question.

For a moment, I really had no clue.

"I hope you can give me some decent thinking results when we meet next time."

The little boy said to Annie seriously.

Subsequently.

He looked at Matthew reluctantly:

"You passed."

"Keep it, this is the first ticket. Although you don't seem to be a reliable owner, you are still better than the big-breasted and brainless troll..."

In Anne's shameful and angry eyes.

A golden ticket flew into Matthew's hand.

…

"The Golden Ticket to Paradise Lost:

With this ticket, you will be the first to enter the Lost Paradise after it is officially opened. You will be the first to choose authority and priesthood, and you will have the opportunity to become the owner of the Lost Paradise. "

…

The little boy and the Pure Land disappeared in an instant.

next moment.

Matthew, who had just grabbed the ticket, suddenly felt extremely stressed!

Because at the same time.

The two super-powerful men who were still fighting in the distance suddenly stopped in unison and cast their cold eyes on Matthew!

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