The peace of the underground ruins of Flossen was broken by a loud noise.
A huge hole opened in the dome made of earth and stone, and billowing smoke and dust accompanied by snowflakes fell into this ancient city-state from above.
The air suddenly heated up, followed by scattered sparks.
The surrounding blue crystals were treated rudely by the visitor, and immediately lost their stability and exploded, with tiny blue light particles spreading around.
But the influx of sparks immediately sparked a fire, giving the dark underground space the color of flames.
The figure in red robe slowly walked out of the fire, holding the head of the big white cat in his hand. The neck of the head was still burning, and it soon spread to the entire head.
The big cat's head turned into ashes in the blink of an eye and shattered in the hands of the figure.
When the thing in his hand broke into pieces, the red-robed figure slowly turned his head and noticed that there was nothing in his hand.
But it didn't care, it just picked it off easily.
The Frosen ruins above the surface have been reduced to scorched earth, and now, it's the turn of this place.
Several shadowy figures quickly appeared in the fire, swaying with the flames.
Their bodies are all pierced with dark dead branches and growing with faint blue crystals.
A faint blue ray penetrated a ball of flame and shot toward the figure.
The figure only turned sideways slightly, and the ray passed through it and hit a building not far behind. A crystal flower made of blue crystal suddenly bloomed on the building.
The blue crystal flower emitted a strange fluorescence, then exploded, and the concept plague swept across.
However, this was of no use to the red-robed figure in front of him.
It is dead, and what is active now is the will body that condenses all the souls of Frosen.
It has no concept of life, no clear thinking about life, and is not within the scope of the conceptual plague.
"Ugh! Plague! Plague! Plague!" However, this strong concept of plague seemed to have touched the red-robed figure. It suddenly trembled, then opened its hands and shouted with unprecedented intensity in its hoarse voice.
Naturally, the eroded corpses around them would not stop because of this.
The body controlled by the chaotic information body forcibly implanted in the body no longer obeys their self-awareness. In other words, their self-awareness has long been lost.
Even if their bodies are ignited, the lower-level polluted individuals among them will still persist in wading through the flames. They will slowly stop moving until their bodies are completely burned and unable to move.
High-level polluted individuals are slightly better than these low-level individuals. They can make relatively smooth actions, avoid dangerous flames, and then approach the source of everything, the uninvited guest.
A polluted individual stepped across the flames. The wind and waves caused by its attack directly swept away all the flames along the way, and then quickly approached the red-robed figure.
The shouts of the red-robed figure also stopped abruptly the moment the enemy approached.
The next moment, both sides drew their weapons at the same time.
What Frosen's pollution warrior pulled out was a light thin sword. The mottled rusty sword was wrapped with blue crystal blocks.
Mert's will brazenly took out a giant flaming hammer half as tall as a man, turned around and smashed it towards the pollution warrior.
The result of the competition between giant hammer and thin sword is obvious.
boom!
The flame hammer engulfed the figure of the pollution warrior, sinking deeply into the soil, splashing large sparks and plague particles. In an instant, there was no sound.
Whoosh whoosh——
Magic rays and bows and arrows made of blue crystals followed closely behind, pouring firepower on Mert's will. Is this the madness caused by the pollution of chaotic information, or is it Flossen's desire for Mert?
The hatred I have felt for a long time is really hard to describe.
but.
raging!
Merter dragged the giant hammer with his will, scraped the ground and rotated, then gradually raised it and swung it with all his strength. The flames formed a rotating storm, a huge vortex, spreading destructive power to all directions.
No attack can break through the vortex of flames, and the deepest one can only be evaporated by the burning magic power after approaching within a few meters.
"Frosen! Surrender!" Merth shouted in the center of the vortex, and then he held the handle of the hammer with both hands and smashed it hard.
boom!
The moment the giant hammer collided with the ground, the magic power swept in the flame vortex was detonated.
The heat flow surged towards the surroundings, the ground rolled over, and the houses collapsed like toy blocks, turning into pitch-black scorched earth during the collapse process, followed closely by the polluted bodies of Flosen.
All the noisy sounds fell into silence.
Only the sparks beating due to the residual high temperature left a bright color on the burnt black earth, but they soon returned to the earth again.
The giant hammer dissolved, and Merter's will slowly passed by without squinting.
That tall and straight figure showed no wavering in its pace. The conflict just now was just a small episode for it, a boring interlude drama.
Crushing these polluted individuals without will will do nothing to resolve the resentment accumulated by Merter's will.
It knows that the real and greatest enemy it wants to find is right in front of it.
See you soon, see you soon.
It, the meaning of their existence till now is this.
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In the corridor, Aaron and his party all sensed that something was happening.
"Such a strong mental fluctuation." Nichireimu said with a frown.
"Well, and that familiar smell that makes me sick." Bart Gasso also raised his nine heads and looked in all directions.
Estella did not speak, but looked at Aaron.
"Ugh?" This person is the only one in the audience who doesn't understand the situation, but I have said it many times not to have any expectations for the Moon Tomb in its normal state.
So everyone selectively ignored this little thing.
"Aggregation of wills is quite rare, but with that red color, it doesn't seem to be a strange thing." Aaron reached out and stroked his chin and commented.
The aggregation of wills is another wonder where the spirit changes reality.
When the number of individuals reaches a certain level and the collective spirit of the group is huge, and the desire, obsession, etc. are extremely strong, if that will is given a symbol, a person who implements the will of the entire group will be born "out of thin air"
"fictitious entity".
It sounds simple, but this is not something that can be created by a bunch of people getting together and shouting "change it" to a paper man.
There is no detailed and specific indicator for this thing, and the relevant descriptions are quite sparse.
Nothing else, because the sample is too small.
However, the will of a country is indeed the easiest to produce an aggregate of wills. The population living in a country, their highly mixed and aggregated thoughts, and everyone's desire for a certain thing are all conditions for the birth of an aggregate of wills.
And the countries that are most likely to give rise to aggregation of wills are those that have already been destroyed.
And the Mage Tower has statistics using limited data.
According to the size of the country, as the size of the country increases, the birth rate of will aggregates also increases. But when it reaches a certain level, those big countries do not have any descriptions of will aggregates.
As mentioned before, there is too little data in this area to conduct effective research, so this statistics is not rigorous.
However, judging from the existing data, small and medium-sized countries are the peak of the birth of will aggregation.
Aaron's personal guess is that small and medium-sized countries can achieve such a performance by achieving a balance between their population base and their will unity.
And there is no doubt that the size of the Kingdom of Merte seems to be just right.
But all the above is just a foundation.
The real cause of the birth of this erroneous will aggregation is undoubtedly the red color that has been affected since the Dharma King Period.