Chapter 962 I don’t want to be the Lord of Plague! Just die!!!
Gretel had a long, long dream.
In the dream, he was a snake, a young snake that had just broken out of its shell and had not yet opened its eyes. It was held in the palm of a pair of warm and dry hands, its body was wiped, and it was fed bite by bite.
When it grew up, it was coiled around a bone staff and followed the owner of the hand throughout the wilderness. It also tasted grass roots, tree bark, flowers, and various monster meats.
Help the master choose medicinal ingredients, and also sneak behind the master's enemies, bounce them up and bite them.
The hands holding it became rougher and weaker, until they were cold and disappeared. And it was sealed in a dark place, with countless sunrises and sunsets, countless alternations of cold and warm, until another pair of hands
Picked it up...
Then, there was another long dream.
In the dream, he turned into a girl, a girl with a slender figure, thin and light. In the wilderness, even women must be strong, easy to work, and good at giving birth. Girls are not favored by the tribe and live a very happy life.
It's difficult, and when you divide your prey, you always get the last portion.
Fortunately, the witch priest in the tribe took pity on her and took her as an apprentice to help collect, sort, and process herbs. The girl's situation improved a little, but not much, and the two people who had occasionally given her meat before
Hunter, never come again.
"If you don't come, don't come." The old woman sighed and comforted her:
"We women don't necessarily need a man to survive. If you can sort out these herbs, you can survive and live well."
But the girl did not live well in the end. The old woman soon fell from a disease, and with her, one-third of the tribe's population, even the strongest and strongest warriors.
Seeing that more and more people were falling ill, in panic, the chiefs and elders of the tribe gathered together and made a decision:
"We should offer sacrifices to the devil! After he accepts the sacrifices, he will leave us and stop taking away our people!"
Finally, the slender, lonely girl who lost her shelter was caught by the tribe. She was washed clean, put on the most beautiful new clothes, her hair was tied with beads and flowers, and she was tied up.
On a grass boat made of reeds...
Surrounded by wooden bowls filled with grains and clay pots filled with animal meat, I pushed into the depths of the swamp. Sliding, sliding, gradually sinking, submerged into the black, putrid sludge...
Behind him, the high-pitched sound of bone flutes, the powerful sound of tambourines, and the singing of men and women gradually faded away:
"Men go hunting, go hunting..."
"The women are growing pumpkins, growing pumpkins..."
"Cook the pumpkin and corn into porridge and feed it to my beloved little baby..."
The cold black water of the swamp soaked the straw boat. The girl lay flat on the boat, unable to move, and slowly sank downwards. Her legs, body, face...
Finally, only the long strands of hair were left, floating on the swamp water, indicating that there once was a human being here. Under the muddy water, the last bit of the girl's consciousness rose up, half as cold as a swamp.
, half as hot as fire:
Why!
Why!
why me!!
Her remaining consciousness was intertwined with the black water, mosquitoes and flies in the swamp, and countless cold forces. After an unknown amount of time, a human figure made of black energy rose from the center of the swamp:
She is as thin as a girl. The flies are her skirt, the mosquitoes are her streamers, and the miasma is her makeup...
For many years after that, the plague girl wandered around the land, eating one human after another and one group of animals after another. Her instinct drove her to find more power and harm more beasts and humans.
Finally one day, black clouds covered the sky, and blizzards fell endlessly. The rivers were frozen, and the grass and trees withered. But the disease girl raised her head, and under the dark sky, she heard the boiling of dark power:
Take the land by storm!
These creatures must die!
Under the double attack of hunger and cold, creatures are more easily defeated by diseases. The disease girl's power has expanded like never before. Out of instinct, she knows that she has reached a critical point.
If she takes another step forward, she won't be afraid of many things, will be less bound by many things, and her power will be able to extend to farther places...
At this moment, a stranger in a white robe brought her a roll of blankets.
The new epidemic is the new power. The epidemic girl took over the roll of blanket with her arms made of black energy, and also made a contract with the visitor:
Attack the Eagle Kingdom together, kill its people and devour its power!
...Then, she hit a hard wall with several large tribes on the grassland.
Gretel slowly opened his eyes, covered in cold sweat. The painful memories of the plague girl being surrounded, torn apart, and eaten are still rolling endlessly in his mind. Little snake, you have given me so much back!
These memories, what are you conveying to me?
However, what he needs to deal with is not just these. In addition to memories, what the little snake feeds back is also the power of extremely high quality and extremely large quantity. Obviously, in the process of sharing the diseased girl, the little snake has received a huge share.
A portion of:
A totem god, a totem god who may have levels 16, 17, or 18, has a huge share of the power core.
As for what it couldn't handle, it digested it hastily, filtered it, removed the most gloomy ones, and threw them all into Gretel's spiritual sea.
Gretel: "..."
Listen to me, thank you...
No matter how much he complains, the top priority now is to straighten out, gather and use these mental powers for his own use. Gretel opened his eyes, hurriedly said hello to Serira, and fell into deep meditation again:
Let the new spiritual power pass through the spiral structure of the meditation shell, guide it bit by bit, filter it, eliminate impurities, mince it, absorb it, incorporate it into your own meditation core, and leave it to the light man for arrangement...
Part of it is used to promote the growth of the core of meditation. The millions of neurons and hundreds of millions of synapses in the humanoid brain of light begin to grow, grow, and grow desperately.
The reason why the human brain deletes a large part of its synapses during development is due to insufficient energy supply, which already supplies 20% of the body's energy to the brain. If we eat more and occupy more, the human body will starve to death.
Yes. However, the core of meditation is not missing this point!
Isn't the reason why magicians work hard to improve their mental power just to supply energy to the meditation core and maximize their computing power?
The other part is used to give the spiral structure of the meditation shell one more turn, one more turn, and another turn. The more turns, the larger the opening, the stronger the power absorbed at one time, and the more power filtered in.
Essence.
Another part is stored in the meditation world to strengthen the territory and strengthen various spell configurations. Make their feedback more accurate, mobilize stronger power, and cover a wider range...
It didn't work anymore, it still couldn't fit in. This time the little snake fed back so much power that it felt like the whole person was about to burst...
You can spit on me, but who can I spit on? On the oak stick?
It doesn’t accept it either!
Grete groaned secretly. The meditation shell was already crumbling, and in the dark, it seemed that the cracking sound of "Kacha Kacha" could be heard.
It's like the water from upstream rushes down violently, pours into the river bed downstream, and overflows in all directions. It's like the dam blocking the river water is about to crack and burst...
Suddenly, an illusory, familiar, and powerful force came through the air and enveloped him:
Well, it is also a good choice to advance to a higher level. By advancing to a higher level, the meditation world can continue to expand, become stronger, and can accommodate more power.
Gretel fell into meditation again with ease. The vast will of the world poured into his body, wrapped around him, surrounded him. A little bit of pure consciousness quickly rose upwards, rose, rose...
Gretel subconsciously lowered his head and looked down. On the dark earth, there were dots of stars and a glow. However, both the brightness and density were much less than the light spots he saw during meditation when he advanced in Nevis.
In contrast, the clouds that hang down from the sky and are attracted by these light spots are much rarer and thinner. Like Nevis, the cloud pillars that hang upside down like waterspouts and pour into this world are
Can't be seen at all.
So, are these light spots really the spirit and will of human beings, or at least living creatures? The stronger the spiritual will, the more power from another level will be drawn, and the faster the progress of this world will be?
So, is this the truth that the will of the world favors... Whoever is conducive to the growth of the spirit and will of living beings is conducive to the progress of this world, and this world will reward whoever it is...
Gretel was immersed in this rare sight, and his heart was filled with excitement. The will of the world surrounded him and kept rising, and kept rising. In the dark, Gretel heard endless calls coming from beneath his feet:
"Lord of Plagues!"
"Lord of Plagues!"
"Ah, the great Lord of Plague! You are the youngest son of the God of Thunder. You took away the power of the plague girl. You saved us from the harm of the plague... Praise you, sing your praises, worship you..."
One person, ten people, hundreds of people, thousands of people, tens of thousands of people. Mighty voices surged from under his feet, chasing him, surrounding him, and lifting him up. At the slightest contact, Grete suddenly felt his mind turbulent:
It seems that he is omnipotent in the field of epidemics. He can spread the plague easily, he can contain the plague, he can make sick people recover immediately, and he can also make healthy people fall one by one...
What about Yersinia pestis, Vibrio cholerae, smallpox virus, hepatitis A and B virus, meningococcal meningitis virus... He doesn't have to go into the laboratory fully armed, and he doesn't have to work hard to get a microscope, he can control it easily...
wait!
I don’t want to be the Lord of Plagues!
Gretel suddenly woke up. I traveled across time to explore the mysteries of the world and relieve the pain and suffering of the people in this world! As the Lord of Plague, my power has been restricted and I will never be able to break free!
Give it to me!!
These praises, these worships, these fears, all these power of thoughts, get away from me, don’t touch me even one bit!!
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You are right, creating a sense of ritual in this place is really going to cause trouble... It almost happened...
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