Wizard From Afar

"If you want to hide a secret, what should you do?"

West Sacrament, Imperial Capital Golovin, a rural farm in the suburbs.

"First of all...the most obvious thing is that you can't tell it to anyone."

Sitting at the dinner table, a ragged down and out priest, enjoying the fresh brew on the table Sacramento red, put the crusty bread into the mouth with hot soup.

"Every more one knows the existence of a secret, it will increase the risk of secret exposure-this is not only to the secret itself, but also to the person who is told irresponsibility, which adds a risk to it. ."

"Secondly, you should stay away from this secret as much as possible...Try to keep everything you do away from it, avoid any place that may be involved, any All this becomes abrupt, discordant place... Forgetting is always the best way to keep secret."

"Of course, this is only for the existence of the material world."

"He...knows this."

Slightly paused, the downturned priest looks calm and his expression is indifferent.

"So in order to hide this secret that only he knows, he must not only hide it from others, but even hide it from himself, giving himself various hints to hide the real secret."

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"There are a lot of these hints, many of them are full of loopholes... but loopholes are not the key, the key lies in the quantity-even if it is impossible to make you truly forget the secret, you must also misunderstand the secret itself. , Even the misunderstanding of the difference between Heaven and Earth......"

pu!

The voice from outside the door made the fallen priest frowned slightly, and his cold gaze came from under his hood. Glanced outwards.

The little silhouette curled up outside the door trembled suddenly, and the voice stopped.

nodded, the desolate priest withdraw his gaze before he raised the wine glass on the table again.

"Only by doing this can we gain enough time, and even let people who are trying to explore the secret step into the trap he has carefully prepared again and again."

"Smart …Really too smart."

"Knowing clearly the limitations of one's abilities, having a sufficient understanding of the enemy's methods, plus a little luck, cautious judgment, and a little risky move …This is the smartest way."

"Roland Torino is brave enough, but only a fanatic;"

"Eckhardt Desalion has a long-term vision, But lack of power;"

"Generations have been empowered by the material world, bewitched by the losers, and the'existences' that oppose the void are limited to themselves and cannot resist from another level. Invasion, all you can do is delay the time."

"If you want to defeat a world, you have to use another world to fight against it, create variables, give birth to opportunities...Even if this will bring There are more dangers, because danger itself...is an opportunity."

"In order to make a comeback, they are really desperate."

There was a smile on the corner of the fallen Prince’s mouth, as if It is aftertaste the sweetness of the new brew.

"But now, the heroic drama of struggling should come to an end, and the curtain will come to an end. Everything will end, everything will end."

"Everything has an end...again How to put up a desperate struggle is of no avail."

"Everything you do-noble, humble, cruel, benevolent, passionate, plain, tedious, concise, hearty, painful and tangled..."

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"For...the calm and tranquil of this last moment, the sound of the end of the song."

The fallen priest slowly got up and pushed away the manor owner who had been dead for a long time beside him, There are also the owner’s wife, eldest son and little girl sitting around the dining table.

Puff!

The manor’s body collapsed to the ground, and a night watchman ring fell from his arms to a pool of blood below him.

The fallen priest stepped on the floor soaked in blood and walked towards the courtyard outside the living room without face doesn't change, the dirt-covered soles of boots stained a circle of dark red.

In the clean and tidy courtyard, there are more than a dozen corpses lying horizontally; there are Fiend hunters and night watchmen... What they have in common is that most of them are dilapidated, as if they have been bitten, from the beginning There was almost no good bone and flesh on the foot, and the hideous remains also proved that they had suffered a lot before they died.

Although...there are only a few "lucky guys" who can keep their legacy.

Shera, the elven girl curled up behind the door, worked very hard to stack these corpses of various sizes into neat and tidy piles in the corner of the yard; the petite silhouette kept moving larger than herself Two or three times the thing, without making a slight noise, is already sweating profusely.

Some old and tattered warrior gowns reveal the delicate limbs of the elven girl, white and blush, so transparent that the color of the blood vessels and muscle texture below can be seen, as if they were just grown; with the elves The girl's immature face looks very cute.

Only the Fiend hunters who died tragically in the hands of this elf girl can understand what kind of ominous beast is hidden under this "cute look".

Seeing that the fallen priest walks out of the door, Sheila's eyes lit up, and she wanted to save herself as if to please, and then posted the "life saving benefactor" that restored her limbs; but it seemed to have left a trace. Awe and fear, never dared to get too close.

The desolate priest whose face is hidden under the hood, doesn't seem to even care about her, looking back and raising his gaze, looked towards the end of the gem river, the direction of the sun setting.

The direction of Eboden.

The quietly flowing Gem River is covered with the sparkling golden waves of the afterglow sunset-the dazzling brilliance is even more dazzling and magnificent than when it was in the sky.

Looking at the landscape of Tianshui, a little sneer appeared on the face of the fallen priest.

The rapidly swelling Void Power is dazzling in his eyes than the setting sun close at hand.

If it was in the past...in Eboden, the giant dragon city, the scarlet blood castle, the silver helmet mountain...in the past, at any time, he will do everything he can to destroy him; at least, he must also stop He went one step further, creating variables that undermined his plan.

But now, there is no need to do so.

The ending has been set, so let him be arrogant for a while before the end.

"Let's go."

Retracted his gaze, the desolate priest who spoke faintly did not wait for the elf girl behind to react, and she had already stepped away.

"Where to go?"

The elf girl quickly followed, and asked subconsciously.

But almost as soon as he spoke, a look of horror appeared on the "childish and cute" face, and he closed his mouth quickly, crouched and shiver coldly on the ground, not daring to move.

Until Luopai Priest walked far away, and found that she hadn’t followed up, she stopped and looked back slowly:

"Golovin."

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Everything is quiet.

Vibration, collapse, sinking, dragon roar, roar... all the sounds disappeared in the dark.

If there is no light, there is no light. Everything belongs to the cold and silent darkness...Even the touch of temperature, the smell, and everything that can confirm their existence are all deprived of "darkness". Not left.

Only the consciousness that is still "thinking" continues to operate.

Constantly thinking, Loren opened his "eyes".

Void...This is the first time he has come here "alone".

Any time before, whether it was falling into a dream, a spiritual palace, a dream world... Almost always set foot in it with the company of "people", or at least under the premise of protective measures.

And this time …the black hair wizard has no safeguards, standing alone in the void.

The first thing I feel is "freedom".

Unfettered "freedom".

Not only the freedom of existence, but even the freedom limited by the body-no longer bound by the material world, he can clearly feel that his consciousness can be carried out at any time and any place at will Move at any level.

He even feels that he can instantly move to any corner of the world, any corner of existence or non-existence; he can also travel through time, to the past or the future.

As long as he wants, as long as there is such a "concept" in his mind, he can do everything he wants, omnipotent.

Even creating a world, or...becoming a world.

This is the power of the void, or...

This is the void.

The "existence" that exists because it does not exist.

The black hair wizard frowned slightly, an inexplicable urge to rise in the mind.

The “consciousness” of thinking flashed a spark in an instant—just at that moment, the world that you saw immediately changed its appearance.

It was so hot that it was burning with raging flames, and the raging flames pouring out of the tongue of fire appeared above his head, sweeping away the darkness!

The clear dome appeared on the side of the black hair wizard, surrounded by long-running accumulations, and beneath his feet was a vast land.

In the next second, the consciousness of thinking appeared slightly biased, as if the spark dissipated.

In the blink of an eye, the overhead of the head is extinguished and dim; the accumulation turns into dark clouds, and the thunder is densely covered; the cracked mountains and rivers spew out the soaring flame column, the rock land all split up and in pieces, spews explosive gas, and ignites The land capsized in the sea;

The dark clouds that rolled up smoke and dust descended like waterfalls of acid rain. Together with the sea water that rushed to the earth and the flames that burned the mountains and rivers, everything on the earth was born or will be born in the future. All creatures are wiped out in the bud.

All these changes are so fast, so fast that when the black hair wizard realizes what has just happened, the clear sky above his head has turned into a still galaxy, all the stars cup themselves around the moon. Will be surrounded by his "silhouette".

Below him, the "destroyed world" was reborn again, only slightly changed its appearance:

The mountain was erected like an arrow tower, and the earth was divided into nine layers. Stacked on top of each other, it stands proudly around the tallest and widest mountain.

This "world" is like a World Tree, or ancient wood forest elves settlement tree. Because of the high levels of land, it shows a completely different appearance-the top land is illuminated by the stars, which is different from the past. No difference; the bottom layer is completely shrouded in darkness, just like an abyss.

The field of vision was drooping, and the Milky Way on the dome fell like a shower; it stopped abruptly just before the stars were about to fall to the ground, and stopped forever at the last moment of the fall.

The black hair wizard feels that he has begun to understand the "working" way of the void world.

Then in this brief moment, the situation changed.

Sadness, joy, excitement, dullness, anger, calm... all kinds of emotions flood into one's consciousness like howling wind and torrential rain, and like ten thousand arrows, strikes with calmness and calmness. The iron wall and copper wall erected by reason for consciousness.

The speed of thinking has to be slowed down, and I do my best to contain these rapidly expanding emotions that do not know where they come from; the "star world" that loses control instantly overturns, in the falling explosion and rumbling sound Ruined.

Almost at the same time, or there is an early warning, or there is no concept of time at all... a brand new world, which is completely beyond the black hair wizard's understanding, appeared in front of him.

A huge amount of information still flooded into his consciousness and became a part of his thinking; and the "thinking", which had exhausted all its strength to resist emotions, was shocked again.

Just like a blow!

He can’t stop thinking, just as life impossible ceases to exist—thinking and emotions are the foundation of the existence of consciousness. He can’t stop, so he has to keep going at a speed that he can’t keep up with. Understand the huge amount of information that floods into one's "view".

Those messages...they are words, symbols, sounds, imaginary, flashes of light in my mind, so absurd that they will not be a real joke, and they can be experienced when they are touched He’s cold, hot, strong, soft, comfortable, painful...

The black hair wizard wants to shout, he wants to scream out... he can scream, he can scream, but But there will not be the feeling of shouting, and it is even more impossible to have the heart-piercing pain-because only subconsciously he is no longer bound by the body.

He wants to stop all of this, but once he stops thinking, it means the death of "consciousness" and existence-for other wizards, it means becoming a lunatic, and for Loren, it means His physical and conscious existence will be finished at the same time.

Because he does not exist in this world, he is a stranger.

His spiritual and material aspects are completely unified and cannot be separated.

Even if it's just to die early or late, or if life is not as good as death, he must persevere, otherwise it will be all over. He will not have a single strand of hair left, and he will be "killed" by himself.

Bang——

A quick and short voice exploded in the consciousness of the black hair wizard.

At that moment, everything stopped, and the huge flow of information became slow-this is actually very inappropriate, because there is no concept of time in the void, and there is no speed or slowness, but it does seem to change. Slowly-gradually, it started to become acceptable to Loren.

The message in my mind is little by little thought, understood, accepted, digested...Various, all kinds of completely different messages, intelligence, things that happened and did not happen, the truth And illusion, reality and lies, constantly wandering in Loren's mind.

It's like reading a huge book that will never be finished.

This...

"No need to be nervous, no need to be vigilant, from the existence of the material world, you are now very safe."

The voice is in the black hair wizard It sounded in his consciousness, and he could clearly perceive the difference between this voice and other "messages"-it is subjective and conscious:

"You...are under my protection."