The soul is weak, the soul is weak, why do I still feel like I’m short of breath... just a few hundred words...
Sigh...I'm such a waste.
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This special feeling only lasted for a moment.
But at this moment, everything around him was changing - like melted cheese, the colors he saw twisted and flowed down, and finally turned into a scene of nothingness around him, as if a layer of camouflage had been peeled off.
The outer skin. But under this outer skin, the darkness seems to be even deeper, and even the light of the original eternal burning torches has been submerged in it.
Just a slight movement of his eyes changed another scene.
The sarcophagus, the mage, and the paladins and priests who followed behind them all disappeared. Only the original stone slabs on the ground stretched infinitely into the distance, bulged out, and formed huge stone pillars around them.
Edward's pupils shrank slightly, and he noticed a figure standing quietly not far away.
Darkness is equivalent to nothing to Edward, so he can clearly see the figure of the other party wrapped in a black and red robe with silver patterns. His face is handsome, especially the lines between his eyebrows.
It is quite profound. The two eyebrows are thick and long, making the eyes under them shine like a falcon, and are as transparent as two crystals.
The gems rotated around his head, adding a touch of mystery to him. Although the proportions of his facial features had a youthful greenness, his skin also showed the paleness that is common among mages who have not seen the sun all year round.
It reflected an unhealthy luster, but his tall body and broad shoulders gave him a sense of majesty.
A bright color suddenly bloomed in the opponent's hood!
Edward opened his mouth wide and squeezed out a painful roar from deep in his throat. The moment their eyes met, terrible pain arose in his mind. His blood seemed to be rolling backwards, and his body felt like it was falling into an ice cave. Waves of dizziness and nausea made him feel uncomfortable.
He could barely stand!
"Ugh..."
He staggered, but his body did not fall but used this posture to pounce forward. "The ghost who got into a stone pillar", the spirit rotated rapidly and completely brought all the nerves under his control, that kind of terrifying
The pain gradually eased.
But the other party obviously didn't want to give him a chance to rest. Several large pieces of crystal clear crystal appeared out of thin air and shattered with a bang. Countless sharp crystal fragments smashed towards Edward's temporary refuge. Dots of stars appeared in his sight, as dense as a waterfall splashing.
The drops of water actually gave him a feeling of being unable to escape!
"Bastard!" the Psion roared.
Since you can't hide, then don't hide at all.
Putting up the glove on his right hand to protect his head and face, Edward kicked the ground violently. The terrifying power erupted from his psychic muscles made him move forward like an arrow. When he landed, there was a flickering ectoplasm on the ground.
It had splashed out, causing his feet to slide on the ground, and he even rushed out of the envelope before the crystals completely exploded!
This effect was obviously beyond the opponent's expectations. Although a series of buzzing sounds immediately sounded in the air, indicating the beginning of his next manifestation, Edward's actions seemed to be as fast as expected - his feet were flat.
Sliding, his eyes also glowed with silver!
But his opponent seemed to let out an indifferent laugh, his steps staggered slightly, and a terrifying light burst out from his body. When he reappeared, he was already standing behind Edward!
There still seemed to be that strange throbbing pain in my head, but everything in front of me had scattered, regrouped, and finally returned to the calm scene a dozen breaths ago.
"Okay, okay... your judgment, physical strength, and thinking are pretty good, and you have enough endurance. No wonder that old loser sent you here. It seems that it is not a particularly difficult task for you to find him." The old man smiled slightly.
Squinting your eyes, the silvery light gradually fades there
It dimmed, and he seemed to have consumed most of his life force in this moment, and the originally noisy voice also became fainter: "It's a pity, there is a big difference in time, otherwise, the ending will be
Or maybe it will be different. Haha, haha."
"Well, it seems that it's not too late now. Can't you, "..."
"No, it's too late."
"Okay, let's talk about your problem, little one." After laughing, the old mage's tone seemed to be a little higher: "Although that old bastard, Albert, calls me psychic.
Master..., well, damn, that bastard beardless dwarf, he has never called me that in front of me!"
He waved his hands angrily, but soon stopped and took two heavy breaths: "Well, I don't have much time... He calls me a master of psychic powers, but in fact, I am a master of psychic powers.
My attainments are not much stronger than yours now... I can only barely manifest my abilities to the fifth level, which is equivalent to a mage who has just opened his true name."
"And you probably still don't know that psychic powers are far less tolerant than spells. There are very few psychics among humans, and they are often very difficult to pass on. Even direct blood relatives of psychics may not be able to awaken such potential.
, because they have nothing to do with blood inheritance, they are purely a growth change of the brain... Human beings in this aspect
Talent is hard to compare to those monsters...the Erlan, Menard, those bandits from the Astral Plane, the Githyanki and Githrezer who are said to be extinct, are not even as cunning as Exfen
Barbarians, or stupid spirits and mantis people,..." His breathing gradually became rapid. It was obvious that the false life brought by God's energy was gradually leaving him.
Oh, I'm a little off topic. This is not just about depth... but also breadth. As long as a mage studies hard, they can at least copy all the spells outside the forbidden schools into his spell book.
But even the most advanced psionic wizards can only manifest thirty or forty types of powers, so...
"So, how much help can you give me?"
"Hahahaha... I thought I would be able to shock you, but I didn't expect you to be a calm and calm person."...Okay, okay, the help I can provide you...Unfortunately, you also
You see, this is the grave I prepared for myself, not my actual grave.
Laboratory..." The old man blinked his eyes and squeezed out a hateful, narrow-minded smile on his dry face: "I said, I have entrusted everything to my disciples, you
If you want something, just go to him. As for the help now..."
After a slight dizziness, Edward suddenly found that his train of thought had become a little strange. After the feeling like a small needle poking in his mind disappeared, a long and complicated piece of information clearly emerged. Envi Zheng turned slightly and started to remember it. The medium has been restored to two detailed and solid abilities, as well as some other explanatory information...
In fact, it is said to be information, but it is not very practical. It is more like his own perception, a kind of clarity. You must know that although psychic powers are not magic, they are also a method of casting spells, and there will be some in them. The special requirements for the spirit and the unique way to display supernatural powers are very complicated to describe in words, but what appears in his mind now is a completely understood Enwe, like some kind of memory of his own.
This is simply manipulating other people's minds at will... What a terrifying psychic power?
Edward couldn't help but take a deep breath and wanted to straighten things out, but Isaac continued to explain without giving him any time:
"I am a psychic, that is, a psychic of the telepathic system, but you are a telepath... I can't give you too much guidance on your own psychic powers, otherwise it will be easy for you to misunderstand. Going astray..., I have told you about Hawke's whereabouts and given you my secret mark. After meeting him, you only need to explain it to him, and he should give you the results of his research on the mind... ..., well, also, your current mental ability is enough to show the second-level superpower, but you have not learned the appropriate one yet. The two superpowers I gave you have been verified by me for many years and are more suitable. Things, and there are no restrictions on abilities. You can choose whether to learn it yourself, but there is only so much I can help you with."
After a pause, the old man laughed hoarsely, with a mischievous innocence in his eyes.
"I don't think I can live much longer, why don't you leave?" He waved his hand: "But you are really lucky. If you had come a little later, or if you didn't have this little girl who can perform such high-level magic, ..., Haha, I dare say you will be surprised by my achievements in other aspects... Well, maybe there is still a chance. Do you know? There are many layers here, with a wide variety of mechanisms and magic traps. And mechanical traps, as well as anti-teleportation circles and some strong acid flows. As soon as I die, this tomb will automatically close. You may be the first group of people to accompany me here..., hahaha. "
The three of them shuddered for a moment...
This place is really a tomb - this old guy may have already made all preparations, prepared his own tomb, and stayed in it to wait for death. If it was really a moment late as he said, ..., Edward couldn't help grinding his teeth...
Boom!
"What the hell! Ahem!"
Edward stood up and looked back at the mountain wall behind him. Two huge stone doors were roaring and slowly closing.
The three people moved quickly enough, but before they could get out of the tomb, a three-foot-long stone creaked down from the lintel. If the mechanism hadn't made the thing fall slower, they would have I'm afraid the fate of being trapped inside is still unavoidable~ In fact, when Edward rolled and jumped out of the door for the last time, the terrifying spiked barrier had already crashed down layer by layer behind him.
After looking at the slowly floating dust, the dark door integrated with the mountains, Edward couldn't help but feel a little lost...
He didn't know the abilities of Master Isaac, but since he was able to meet Master Albert and create such a grand tomb, his abilities must have been at the peak of this era.
But in the end, it seems that what he left to the world, apart from a few words in the memories of a few acquaintances, was only this mausoleum. It is possible that some archaeologists will excavate this exquisite and huge mausoleum thousands of years later.
Record him in some information and spread it forever... However, it is also very likely that before that, the tomb has been destroyed by war, natural disasters or the hands of tomb robbers...
As for his soul... whether it entered the kingdom of God as he wished, or wandered in the outer universe, it was only his legacy in this world after all.
So what will I leave behind in this world?
Edward couldn't help but be stunned.
"Magicians are the ones who break the rules. I don't think I will succumb to the arrangement of fate like him... That is just a compromise for the weak." His energy has been a little slack. At this time, the answer to the question is also a bit confusing.
casual.
But the more careless you are, the easier it is to reveal some real plans.
In fact, from deep inside Edward's heart, he is not a strong man.
Ji Chang was able to know that the cake was wrapped in the flesh and blood of his own son and still ate it without changing his expression; Liu Bei was able to push his wife off the carriage without hesitation when he was escaping... Are these behaviors despicable? Or, but obviously not
completely.
It should be said that they have a persistent pursuit in their hearts, a clear goal and a strong desire to realize them, and they have already seen through the rules of conduct in this world. Since in the pursuit of the ultimate goal, some things must be abandoned, then
People who know how to make choices and are good at decision-making can make decisions decisively, and they can be one step ahead of others. Under the ultimate goal of the world, what is there that cannot be given up?
But Edward is not such a strong man.
His soul may be strong or determined, but the basis of it is that after all, he is an ordinary person who was born and grew up in a peaceful era, and was entangled by ordinary and complicated worldly affairs... Until now, he is just a casual person.
He was stumbling forward as things in the world pushed him forward. The road ahead was unclear and full of fog. He had no idea what the future would be like.
But even if he knows that the road ahead is getting more and more thorny, can he stop? No!
Some people have said that the mission of mankind is to constantly strive for perfection. However, Edward did not think that much. Now that he has been given a chance to live again, there are only two things he wants to do.
The first is to live. Keep living until you think you have lived enough.
Second, we must try our best to achieve wonderful results.
At least it should be so exciting that it makes you feel alive, so that you can feel that you are still alive - this is idealistic, and also let everyone feel that he, the human named Edward is still alive - this is materialistic.
Being born as a weakling, growing up in an ordinary way, and dying unknown... This is simply the best negative example of life. He has experienced enough, and he never wants to repeat the same mistakes. People should be born free.
A life without goals and fun, dominated by various orders, the meaning of living in that way is nothing but self-deception!
It sounds simple, but in fact, it is not that easy.
Because so far, Edward has never thought that he would be satisfied in one or two hundred years.
In this world, inferior medical care and living environment make people's lifespan relatively short. An ordinary serf may be killed by heavy labor at the age of thirty... and free people will have their vitality exhausted by the age of fifty.
The nobles could have lived relatively long because of their excellent living conditions, but their greed for meat and disdain for vegetables, and
All kinds of pleasure-seeking stimulants also steal their time like the devil, wine, beauty, and hunting. Even the relatively simple imperial nobles have an average life span of only ten years longer than that of civilians. As for other warriors,
Their fate has long been handed over to the twin sisters of luck and misfortune, and they have never been controlled by themselves...
Therefore, the only exception who can claim to be able to hold fate by the throat is the mage.
Most magicians began to abide by the rules and restraint when they first entered the magic hall at a young age or even as children, and those mysterious alchemy potions or spells allowed them to gain exponentially the favor and favor of the goddess of life, not to mention
A qualified mage has the wisdom to urge himself to exercise physically. You must know that many magic requires more than just the mage reciting the incantation. The consumption of mental power will also make ordinary people exhausted in an instant.
Time will pierce the gorgeous delicacy of youth.
He will carve parallel lines into the foreheads of beauties; he will eat rare treasures, natural beauty, nothing can escape his sweeping sickle...
Is this really the case?
If it were this world, maybe... not necessarily.
There are not many ways to live forever, you can even call them many——————————(To be continued)
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