You and me under the world tree

Also, they were transformed into a 'species' that shouldn't exist.

They are stronger than the average beast, but they are devoid of wisdom.

There is no language, no means of communication, and no possibility of domestication.

Killing is an instruction written in their bones.

And such an existence can only be controlled and restrained by magic.

If the external magical confinement is completely removed, then they will explode and start destroying and killing.

Thinking of this, Wittig couldn't help pursing his lips.

He stretched out his hand directly, and the magic rune flashed by, and the bell that once belonged to a certain priest fell on his hand.

This is what he saw before, the props used by those priests and King Gevarus to control these berserkers.

Even if Gevarus doesn't know magic, he can easily pass some simple instructions.

Of course, the principle of this bell is actually very simple.

This is the most primitive 'control', and the principle of wizards controlling metal creations and other puppets is nothing more than this.

The first is to engrave magical runes on the creation, and then it can be manipulated through some unique means.

Of course, if it is an intelligent creature, it will definitely be resistant to this kind of thing, and will even directly notice something is wrong.

However, these berserkers no longer have the ability to think.

To them, that mutated, monstrous body is everything.

And once an order is given to that body, it is equivalent to controlling them.

After all, it was not these berserkers who responded to the instructions of Gevarus and the priests, but the bells in their hands.

These bells will transmit corresponding signals to these berserkers through the instructions they transmit.

"This is a puppet..."

Wittig took a deep breath as his gaze lingered on those 'behemoths' and the bell in his hand.

For a moment, he didn't know what words to use to describe his mood at the moment.

Uncomfortable, uneasy.

Powerless, unable to save these guys, a little pain and annoyance even surfaced in his heart.

"Sorry, I am late."

Facing the dull eyes of those 'behemoths', he whispered.

When he finally inquired about the magic-shrouded camp where these priests were, the transformation had already entered the final stage.

So now, what can he do by himself?

reverse transformation?

Although Wittig has ideas in this regard, he understands that this kind of thing is not that simple.

After all, it wasn't just the flesh and blood outside that was transformed, this transformation even affected the soul.

In other words, these berserkers have become monsters without any sense and wisdom from the inside out, and this irreversible transformation state will always be with them.

Even if it dies, it is useless to let the soul in it break free from the shackles of the flesh and blood.

To be precise, their human spirit and will disappeared at the moment of transformation.

In this case, there may be only one thing to do.

The only way that will not allow their remaining 'life' to be played with wantonly, even used against their compatriots.

Having made a decision in his heart, Wittig slowly raised the Mimonger Excalibur in his hand.

At this moment, a strange brilliance flickered on the blade.

That's 'sharpness' in its purest form.

It's not a magical effect, but a conceptual existence.

But now, as long as he swung the sword in his hand, the berserkers in front of him and the cage that locked them would be cut open together.

Excalibur is extremely sharp.

Wittig even made sure that the berserkers died without any pain.

But just when he subconsciously raised his soldier's front, he fell into subconscious hesitation.

At this moment, what lingers in the soldier's mind is a question that most people will basically ignore, but as an insider, he has to think about it.

Once these so-called creatures transformed by humans die, where will their souls go?

Of course he knew that human beings would either be guided by the Valkyrie to God's Domain after death, or they would go to Helheim.

And the important thing is, once you think about it from this angle, you will find that in the operating rules of the Nine Realms, 'death' does not mean a complete end.

The gods in the sky would not accept these guys no matter what, so if they were just 'killed', their souls might suffer eternal pain in Helheim.

Although as far as the current situation is concerned, they may not be able to distinguish what is happiness and what is pain.

But, no matter what, the existence of these berserkers now means blasphemy to the life that once existed.

Thinking of this, Wittig once again raised his sword.

"Sorry, that's all I can do."

'swish'

The sword light shone, and Mimonger cut off all the steel cages and the berserkers inside without hindrance.

From the beginning to the end, they did not show any expression of pain, and the sword just now not only cut off their bodies, but also crushed their twisted and ugly souls.

The destroyed souls will not go to Helheim, nor will they be attracted by the Valkyrie, all they can do is return to this world.

"If there is an afterlife, I hope you can get the happiness you deserve."

"Well……"

At this moment, a voice suddenly came.

He looked back, and what he saw was the 'monster' that had gone berserk before and seemed to still have some consciousness.

"You're still here."

Chapter 36: Wittig the Incompetent

Before that, Wittig deliberately ignored the existence of that runaway guy.

He didn't plan to deal with his affairs first, and the reasons were complicated:

The previous rampage and the ambiguous voice that still belonged to human speech made Wittig still have such a glimmer of expectation in his heart.

But while this expectation exists, he doesn't know how to deal with this transformation.

Transform him back into a human?

This kind of thing is actually very difficult.

The curse is very simple. If you want to curse an intelligent life into a beast, you only need to let its instinct and wildness overwhelm your reason.

But things like 'endowing wisdom' and 'thinking ability' are obviously not something that a person like him can do.

But don't say whether he can do this kind of thing himself.

Even if he succeeds, it doesn't mean the old man will come back.

And under the staggering of many thoughts, he decided to deal with the other "reformed wild beasts" with dull eyes first.

As for the runaway alien, he decided to put it on hold for the time being—an extremely complete hold.

Before, he had been suppressed by the magic barrier and the instructions sent by the bell, but after the priests were killed, the shields that those people were desperately maintaining disappeared naturally.

Wittig didn't take any more protective measures, he didn't even care about the berserker who was lying on the ground, and even turned his back on him.

Of course, this is an extremely dangerous act, and Wittig himself understands this.

But he did it anyway.

Perhaps because it was confirmed that he could not move freely?

But maybe it was because he wanted him to make a choice by himself.

If he broke through the shackles and attacked him with his "tyrannical nature", then Wittig himself didn't have to think about what was there or what was gone.

It's just that that kind of thing didn't happen now, so the tricky choice once again returned to Wittig's own hands.

So what should we do now?

As before, just terminate him directly?

Their lives should not be so desecrated.

Thinking about this aspect, the Silver Snake Warrior subconsciously raised his Excalibur.

However, at this moment, he suddenly had an idea.

Although such thoughts just flashed through his mind, Wittig felt that maybe he could try again.

Check again.

Just confirm it!

He didn't say anything, he just stretched out his hand and put it lightly on the berserker's head.

The power of magic spread again, and he tried to explore the spirit of the berserker who still retained his self-awareness.

If he could dig out some information and clues, then he would have a way to make further attempts based on this.

However, there was nothing in the mind of the berserker.

The memories of the past have become indistinguishable fragments, and only strong hatred and anger linger in his mind.

What should I say?

He has an incomparably strong willpower?

This allowed him to retain some of the most basic ability to judge and a little bit of reason under the pure wildness.

But that's about it.

His past has no way of knowing, as for the rest, it has also been fragmented.

After opening his eyes again, he stared at the berserker in front of him.

For a moment, he felt his throat was a little dry, and a strong sense of powerlessness rose from his heart and washed over his whole body.

"I'm not such a powerful wizard..."

Staring at the berserker in front of him, he whispered.

"I can not help you."

At this moment, a hint of pain appeared on the ferocious face of the wild beast.

"Gu..."

I don't know why he did it.

Perhaps it was because he understood what Wittig was saying.

Maybe it's because he can deeply perceive the condition of his body.

Seeing the painful expression of the berserker, Wittig suddenly raised the bell.

He shook slightly and spoke the simple instruction.

"Restriction lifted."

Then, the berserker's original extremely heavy, almost immobile body recovered all of a sudden.

Putting his hands on the ground, the beast raised its ferocious and terrifying huge head, and its bloodshot eyes glared at Wittig.

In fact, Wittig is well aware that his approach is quite dangerous.

He also knew that from a purely rational point of view, he shouldn't have done such a thing.

But, he did just that.