Know within the sea.
On the top of the altar of the three-story circular platform, two tall stone pillars that are entirely fiery red stand.
The sacrificial fire between the stone pillars burned fiercely after swallowing the compound-eyed man's soul.
In the void, two more lines of flame text appeared again——
"Successfully sacrificed the soul of a level 4 wizard."
"Give fifty strands of pure spiritual energy."
It really works!
Wei Heng 'watched' the blood-colored mist that was far richer than the first time floating out from the altar, and he suddenly became excited.
The altar in the sea of ​​consciousness is not your own fantasy.
And the altar can really convert living souls into energy!
"Level 4 wizard?"
After the last sacrificial fire devoured Tie Red Eagle's soul, the flame text showed that he was a witch disciple at level two.
Now that the compound-eyed man's soul has been devoured, the flame text shows that he is a level 4 witch.
Wei Heng knew that Tie Chiying was an F2 level mutant beast, and its strength was equivalent to a level 2 original warrior among human genetic warriors.
As for the compound-eyed man's strength, he estimated that it was about the strength of a level 4 original warrior.
The words "Witch Disciple Level 2" and "Witch Disciple Level 4" displayed in the flame text refer to the strength level?
The so-called ‘witch disciples’ are equivalent to human beings’ primitive warriors?
"Witch disciple...Witch..."
China has always had legends of ‘witches’ since ancient times.
The ancient history can even be traced back to the ancient Stone Age.
In the tribes at that time, there would be wizards who worshiped the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth, prayed for blessings and warded off disasters for the tribesmen, and their status was even more respected by the tribesmen than the tribal leaders.
However, with the improvement of people's intelligence, the culture of wizards and even 'witches' has long disappeared in the long history of the development of human civilization.
In modern times, it only exists in historical books.
Wei Heng didn't know either.
Is the mysterious altar in my sea of ​​consciousness related to the ‘witch’ in ancient Chinese legends?
But when you offer a sacrifice, you get feedback... especially when the sacrifice is a living soul.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like an orthodox approach, it's a bit eccentric.
"who cares."
"Whether it is an orthodox method depends on who uses it."
"Guns and weapons can not only kill people, but they can also save people. It depends on the user's choice."
"As long as I don't kill innocent people indiscriminately and live up to my true feelings, it doesn't matter if I kill millions of people!"
At least Wei Heng didn't feel any psychological burden when killing inhuman monsters like the compound-eyed man, as well as mutant beasts that constantly threatened the survival and destiny of mankind on earth.
"The ten strands of spiritual energy given by the altar last time enabled me to awaken my powers and transform my physical fitness from an ordinary warrior to a level 1 original warrior."
"This time it's fifty strands of spiritual power, five times more than last time. I don't know how much it can enhance my strength..."
Wei Heng's mind moved and he tried to guide the fifty strands of blood-colored mist floating above the altar.
Immediately, the fifty strands of blood-colored mist split into two streams.
A slightly smaller amount of blood-colored mist, only about twenty strands, can merge and blend with the spiritual thoughts in the sea of ​​consciousness.
Another slightly larger amount, about thirty strands of blood-colored mist, gushes out from the sea of ​​consciousness between the eyebrows, and in the blink of an eye it flows through the body, limbs, and bones.
“So comfortable.”
It was different from the severe pain the first time.
This time the blood-colored mist flows around the body, more like the feeling when dark energy was introduced into the body for the first time.
And compared to the coolness of dark energy, the blood-colored mist seems to have heat.
It's not hot, but gentle and warm, just like drinking a cup of warm tea in the cold winter.
The muscles, bones, flesh and blood all over the body were warm at this time, and the depths of the bone marrow were itching. The feeling of extreme comfort made Wei Heng intoxicated.
…
Xiao Zhan, who was standing aside and talking on the phone, suddenly saw Wei Heng's body trembling slightly, and his face showed an expression of intoxication and enjoyment.
"Brother Wei Heng, you won't suffer from any mental illness after killing people, right?" Xiao Zhan frowned.
Mental illness is no joke.
Especially after the cataclysm, although the large-scale war between humans and mutant beasts ended, the small-scale killing battles have not stopped.
Among soldiers and genetic warriors, there are not a few people who suffer from battlefield syndrome and post-traumatic stress disorder.
For this reason, the Department of Psychiatry and Psychology has become the most popular department for studying medicine.
"No, if we don't pay attention, what if brother Wei Heng becomes a murderer and a pervert..."
Thinking of this, Xiao Zhan did not dare to neglect.
"Hey, Dr. He? Yes, it's me. I want to buy you one session of psychotherapy, no, let's buy three sessions..."
Wei Heng glanced at Xiao Zhan.
Should you see a psychiatrist after an assassination?
This heart is too small.
At this time, the bodies of the compound-eyed man and the three dead passengers had been taken away by the train police who arrived later.
The blood stains in the carriage and the seat fragments damaged by the battle were also simply wiped away.
However, the smell of blood in the closed carriage was still very strong. Ordinary passengers could not stand it, so they all changed carriages under the arrangement of the police.
On the other hand, the dozen or so warriors, after all, had experienced killings and were already accustomed to the smell of blood, and they were sitting around discussing it.
The protagonist of the discussion was naturally Wei Heng, who had killed the compound-eyed man before.
"You have such strength at such a young age. The boy in my family is already 19, and he has not even joined the senior students of the White Jade Gym. He is over the age limit this year and can no longer go to the White Jade Gym to practice martial arts, and he does not want to study. It is really not possible.
I will also send him to serve as a soldier."
The middle-aged man with a beard who was the first to recognize the insect-turned mutant looked at the military rank on Wei Heng's shoulder straps and said with emotion, "If that boy of mine joins the army, he can become a genetic warrior like this little brother.
, becoming a captain, Lao Hu, my life is worth it even if I die."
"It's good to be a soldier and get some training. The army's military arsenal is much better than the Gene Alliance's warrior mall." The companion next to him agreed, "It's just difficult to compare with that young captain. You haven't looked at him before.
The weapons used? Those are the twin swords of wind and thunder!"
"Wind and Thunder Dual Swords?"
"The twin swords of wind and thunder that can only be used when practicing "Six Arts of Wind and Thunder"?"
"That's the ultimate combat skill! Just buying the first level in the Warrior Mall costs 100 million Chinese coins!"
"hiss……"
The surrounding warriors were shocked by this astronomical figure and gasped.
The look he looked at Wei Heng was filled with envy.
100 million Huaxia coins will only buy the first layer.
Ordinary warriors like them, who are just junior warriors, don't even dare to think about it.
"The Six Wonders of Wind and Thunder are also for sale in the Gene Alliance?" Wei Heng was startled and then understood.
Yes.
Wan Yunfeng is not from the military.
Since you will give your combat skills to the military and exchange them in the military god's library, you can naturally sell them in the Gene Alliance.
To be continued...