About the brave man who became a thousand-year-old potato and ended up destroying the world

"Eh? Woc, where is the chief minister?" The sturdy Landwalker showed a horrified expression, "He, the chief minister, is he still selling this?"

"Ah? What am I selling?" At this moment, a landwalker wearing a high-end soft cloth robe walked in.

"Eh? Ah! No! So what? We were discussing what the short foreign boss wanted to buy recently," the sturdy Landwalker reacted quickly and found an escape angle in an instant.

"Yes, yes! We are talking about that big foreign guy! We are definitely not talking about socks or anything like that!" The thin Landwalker shouted loudly, and the words almost scared the former.

"Socks? What socks?" The cloth-robed landwalker frowned, "What's the mess? Just do your business properly and don't ask about things you shouldn't ask about. Oh, and..."

As he said that, he pointed at the thin Landwalker: "Who is that? It's you. The warehouse is short of people. You can help me tomorrow. Work for a month and then come back."

"Huh? No, I..." The thin Earthwalker was about to protest, but the strong Earthwalker on the side quickly covered his mouth.

"Okay, you can go if you are told to do it. There is so much nonsense," the sturdy Landwalker winked at him and quickly changed the subject, "Ah, well, Minister, do you have any orders for coming in person? "

"Isn't that nonsense? I'm just here to hang out?" The cloth-robed landwalker said, handing a list to his hand. "Follow the list and go to the warehouse to pick up the goods. Be quick."

"Ah, okay, let me take a look..." The sturdy Landwalker glanced at the list, and then the smile on his face immediately solidified.

He slowly raised his head and asked in a trembling voice: "Here, Minister, do we really have these things in our warehouse?"

"Nonsense, of course," the cloth-robed landwalker said calmly, "This is an army. Do you think it's strange that there is such a thing?"

"Here, I thought all these things would be disposed of..." The sturdy Landwalker swallowed.

"Well, they will be stored after processing," said the cloth-robed landwalker. "There are many things that need to be used. Don't make too much fuss. Go quickly."

"Ah, um..." The sturdy Landwalker nodded silently, looked at the list again, hesitated, turned around, and went to the warehouse.

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A few ten minutes later, outside the military headquarters.

The sturdy Landwalker pushed a cart covered with black cloth and slowly pushed it to the back entrance of the military headquarters.

"Minister, we've already brought them here, and they're all here," the sturdy Landwalker said to the cloth-robed Landwalker standing at the door.

"Well," the latter nodded, turned to the short man in a cloak and said, "I brought you the things you asked for, you can take inventory."

"Yes," the short man agreed, and with a snap of his fingers, a small white bird flew out of his hand, flew around the cart twice, and then chirped softly before slowly dissipating in the air.

"No problem, it has everything it needs, and it's of high quality," the short man nodded.

After saying that, he snapped his fingers again, and a white clawed beast appeared behind the cart, grabbed the push rod, and pushed the cart onto the road.

"Well, see you next time," the short man said, leading the clawed beast and walking away.

"Well, see you next time," the cloth-robed landwalker waved his hand behind the short man, "Please pay attention to the city defense alarm tomorrow."

The short man didn't answer, but just waved his hand casually, which was considered as hearing.

Watching the figure of the short man gradually go away, the sturdy Landwalker came closer and asked in a low voice: "Well, Minister, what did he buy these things for?"

"Who knows, why don't you follow me and have a look?" The cloth-robed landwalker said with a smile.

"No, that still doesn't work," the sturdy Landwalker also quickly showed a silly smile.

"That's alright," the cloth-robed landwalker's face suddenly fell, "I still want to ask you, what's going on with the socks?"

"Ah..." The sturdy Landwalker was stunned, then slapped his thigh and said, "Ah! Oops! Sir, I suddenly remembered that I made a mistake in writing an account! I'll go back first! Otherwise, I should forget it later!"

After that, he ran away without even giving anyone time to react, and in the blink of an eye he was gone.

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Kaga Holy Capital, a low-rise suburb.

The short man took the cart and walked into a dilapidated old courtyard.

After the cart was dragged into the yard, the white clawed beast slowly disappeared.

The short man lifted his hood, revealing his face under the hood.

He has messy short gray hair, a pair of lifeless black eyes, heavy dark circles hanging on his eyelids, his face is quite pale and haggard, and he seems to be in a very poor mental state.

With such a face, it is really hard for people to believe that such a man is actually the high-spirited and happy Snow Snow.

With a long sigh, Snow walked to the cart and pulled away the white cloth covering it, revealing the contents of the cart...

It's full of corpses.

There are those from Earth Walkers and those from foreign races, both male and female. All of them have been specially treated and are very well preserved.

Some of the corpses came from past battlefields, some came from execution sites, and some were collected for various miscellaneous reasons.

As for why the army collects these corpses, it is actually not surprising. After all, medical development itself requires the support of corpses. This reason alone is enough for the army to hoard corpses openly.

Of course, as for whether anyone uses the corpse for other purposes, that is not a question that the hoarder needs to consider.

Just like Snow, he obviously didn't buy these corpses for medical research.

Picking a man's body at random, Snow dragged it into a closed house nearby.

As soon as he pushed the door open and entered the house, a pungent smell of blood hit his face. The place was filled with filth and filth and patterns carved by magic formations like ghostly drawings.

Not far away, there is a table filled with various magical tools and paper manuscripts.

Not far from the table, there was a huge iron cage. In the cage, a deformed life that didn't know whether it was a human or a monster was twitching on the ground.

Its eyes were turned up, its figure was gnarled, its mouth was dripping with frothy mucus, and it looked like an idiot.

Looking at the ruined thing, Snow sighed, took out the staff in his hand, chanted the incantation, and tapped the ground. Along with a burst of blazing white flames, the deformed life was burned into white ash. .

Snow tapped the cell door lightly with his staff, and after the door opened, he threw a new body in.

Then, he sat down at the table, picked up a pen, and began to revise along the previous manuscript paper.

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Snow was once a member of the Arcane Sanctuary.

Although like Yayin's teacher, Snow does not like the traditional style of the Mystic Sanctuary, but in fact, as long as there are some accomplished mystics in the world, it will be difficult to refuse the invitation of the Mystic Sanctuary.

After all, there is the most complete and profound arcane information in the world.

It has the most favorable research environment and communication atmosphere in the world.

Moreover, almost all the secrets in the world are recorded there.

Even Yayin’s teacher actually joined the Secret Sanctuary.

Only later, he chose to leave there.

Snow also left the Mystical Sanctuary later.

But unlike Teacher Yayin, Snow did not leave voluntarily, but was driven away.

Once, he was the world's top summoner and phantom beast breeder...

In fact, this is likely still the case even now.

Once upon a time, Snow's status in the Mystic Sanctuary was not low. As a leading figure in the summoning faction, he would always have a place in any gathering.

Of course, it was up to him to decide whether to go or not.

But at that time, Snow had already begun to hate the mainstream style of the Mystic Sanctuary, so he often made fun of others in his memories, and also offended many people during this period.

People in the Mysterious Sanctuary said that he was an ignorant giant baby who had no understanding of the ways of the world.

But from Snow's point of view, he understood everything, but he just couldn't stand it.

Sophisticated?

He must be willing to take care of her, so that he can be humane and sophisticated.

If you don't like it, then I'm sorry, and the yin and yang will be forgotten.

Those people always say that Snow's character will suffer someday.

This is quite true.

Because the people waiting for that day to make Snow suffer is themselves.

Snow has always understood the subtext of this sentence.

Then, the opportunity really presented itself.

Snow has many phantom beasts, including the phantom dragon Radiant, the shadow dragon Night Dire, as well as all kinds of small and medium-sized phantom beasts, too numerous to count.

However, these phantom beasts are not Snow's main beast.

No, it should be said that Snow has never had his own main beast.

Cultivating each of the summoner's fantasy beasts requires a lot of effort and energy. Raising two inferior fantasy beasts at the same time will definitely not have the same effect as raising one powerful ace fantasy beast.

Therefore, most summoners will choose a fantasy beast as their main beast and devote all their resources to cultivating it.

But Snow has never chosen his main beast.

As a young man, he is undoubtedly a genius in the field of summoning. Every time he summons a new fantasy beast, he can clearly feel that he can summon a fantasy beast with more potential and room for growth.

However, as the tyrant's troops invaded more and more places in the world, Snow couldn't sit still. He felt that in order to prevent him from having to confront the tyrant one day, it was time for him to breed a dog to match him. The main beast.

Snow has been studying the method of summoning and configuring this main beast for three full years.

During the three years, he modified his plan countless times, conducted segmented experiments countless times, continuously optimized and evolved, and enhanced the various abilities and potential of the phantom beast almost to the extreme.

Then he completed his training.

It was a phantom beast that was enough to propel him to the top of the Secret Sanctuary's combat power rankings, a humanoid phantom beast.

The phantom beast had no facial features, and its whole body was flat without even any pores or skin lines. It looked like a person wearing a pure white headband.

At that stage, Snow named it Wuxiang.

In fact, Wuxiang was not very powerful at the beginning. Like most phantom beasts, it needed various trainings to promote its growth.

Wuxiang has no five senses and cannot eat by mouth, but he can absorb the magic power contained in other living creatures.

For this reason, in order to help him grow during that time, Snow spent a lot of money to place various bounties on his capture and capture all kinds of powerful monsters to serve as Wu Xiang's nourishment.

In fact, thanks to Snow, Wuxiang grew up very quickly.

Although it can't be seen from the outside, Snow can tell that its body and the magic power accumulated in its body have reached an astonishing amount.

That day, Snow thought, maybe it was time to show his achievements to others in the sanctuary.

But on that day, something happened.

Under the gaze of hundreds of mystics and grand mystics, Wuxiang showed another form of himself.

Its empty face was cracked, and white blocks that were supposed to make up its body floated on the surface of his body. Looking inside those cracked parts, there was only endless emptiness that could not be collapsed.

This form, Snow calls it, disintegration.

In the disintegrated form, Snow was shocked to find that he had lost control of this phantom beast.

Caught off guard, it collapsed and caused a commotion in the Mystic Sanctuary. Although hundreds of onlookers present responded immediately, three Mystics died suddenly on the spot, and one Grand Mystic was seriously injured.

In the end, it was Snow who used the back door of the summoning technique, forcibly pulled the disintegration back and sealed it in the book. The incident stopped then.

However, the chaos at the scene stopped, but the aftermath of this incident continued to ferment. The arcane master who had a grudge against Snow used the anger of the friends of the arcane masters who were killed to launch a wave of crazy impeachments and vote bombings. Successfully threw Snow out of the Secret Sanctuary.

Of course, Snow didn't care about them at that time.

He has basically figured out everything he wants to know in the Secret Sanctuary. The only one who can make him stronger in the next time is himself.

Then for a long time, Snow struggled with the disintegration, trying to control this disobedient monster.

After a long period of research, Snow finally found a feasible idea.

However, at that time, he found it difficult to accept that line of thinking...

Formless, if its composition is simply explained, it can be said to be a phantom beast that is the embodiment of an artificial soul.

If you want to control it, you must find a way to control the soul.

But studying the soul itself is a taboo, and manipulating the soul is even more taboo among taboos. The reason is not because of the kind of damage that can be caused by researching this kind of thing. After all, there are so many means of destruction in the world.

The biggest problem with soul research is that its research process requires the use of other people's souls as materials.

This is a recognized taboo, and few people even dare to touch it, even necromancers.