Fairy’s Box

"here we go again……"

Yale closed his eyes gently, maintained a deep breath, clenched the armrests of the seat with both hands, and forcibly cheered up, trying to suppress the violent emotions that were constantly pouring out from the depths of his brain.

When the black-haired knight slowly opened his eyes, the dark red light in the pupils began to flicker, gradually shrinking inwardly, but in the next instant he fully counterattacked, then subsided under his suppression, and then counterattacked...

This is a stalemate war, and a war that must be lost.

The origin fire has absorbed enough power, and finally gradually condensed the godhead and hatched into the will of the devil. Is trying to take over Yale's own will, destroy his entire personality, and become a truly perfect being.

The body of mortals is fragile, and the will of mortals is also vulnerable. It is undoubtedly an extremely inefficient waste to control the body of God with the will of human beings.

Compared with the flawed personality, the godhead represents absolute sanity, absolute flawlessness, and absolute efficiency. Even the weakest infancy stage can easily destroy the very essence of human nature, completely synchronizing body and soul.

Therefore, in order to ensure an independent personality, the will of the knight must be desperately pulled aside.

And in this war between mortals and gods, the size of the spiritual power and the strength of the essence of the soul cannot have any effect. Because Godhead is also the master of the body, "he" even stands in a higher dimension and can use these powers more efficiently. In "he"'s eyes, his personality is nothing but garbage accumulated in his body. It is all based on his initial advantages, and his defeat is only a matter of time.

The stronger the spirit, the tougher the soul, and the more difficult it is to resist deification.

Because this is the innate instinct of the living body to want to be stronger, better, more perfect, to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. To a certain extent, conforming to deification is actually the direction that every ultimate life body chooses correctly.

But right and wrong are often relative concepts. Country, family, responsibility, family affection, and love are all social cooperation systems shaped on the basis of human nature.

Once the godhead replaces the personality, the cooperative relationship based on human nature will also become garbage, because there is no need for it - "he" can survive perfectly in any environment without any external force.

friend?

That is just a kind of psychological dependence arising from mutual support among the weak.

love?

It is just a long-term estrus controlled by hormones in order to reproduce offspring.

family?

But it is a small collaborative system built by individuals and individuals for the continuation of bloodlines.

"Gods" don't need these garbage, but the knights of the end can't let go of their past. The power they have worked so hard to obtain is also the spoils of war they enjoy from the perspective of human nature.

Relying on noble, romantic, or greedy lofty aspirations, the knights have achieved the driving force towards the end, but at the moment when the door of the end opens, they have to withstand the test of "self".

Whether to choose the "wrong" personality or the "correct" godhead, most of the Knights of Death will make the "wrong" choice the first time.

If it is only for strength, and even the essence of one's persistence is forgotten, then what is the point of living, to be a slave of pure strength?

Of course, if it is a death knight who lives purely for power, he will certainly not resist deification. But after deification, he will no longer enjoy the pleasure of boosting his power, because it belongs to human nature.

Therefore, in the eyes of most knights, the process of deification is a process of slow suicide. Once the personality is destroyed, it also represents his own demise.

The same is true for the empire. Once you lose your personality and become a knight of the Heart Destruction, you will automatically lose all human rights, and everyone will be punished.

Time has proved the correctness of this concept, just like you can't expect yourself and ants to live in harmony, the real perfect life form can't stand the **** of human beings, and there will always be big news.

Unless the Knight of Heart Destruction is willing to be like the four goblin lords, shatter the flawless godhead, create a relatively high-level personality, and use "it" instead of himself to observe everything in the world.

However, this ability is not possessed by every ultimate life body. Even the four major fairy lords at the source level, if they were not cornered by the eternal fire, they would not survive such a humiliating "self-mutilation".

On the surface, the golden imperial book, which is as beautiful as a fairy tale, is also a **** century-old war.

Yuanli is a "non-standard" field. Yale can't do it to that extent, and naturally there is no room for compromise. Once he can't contain the new "King of Fear", he will become a real fear. s King.

At that time, Charlene could only wipe her tears and draw her sword to face each other, because as long as he didn't die, once he regained the strength that the head of the devil should have, the whole world would be covered by the shadow of the fear of the void.

Will the head of the devil care about a love in his human time?

Of course not.

The soul strength of the black-haired knight is more than thirty times that of the top origin knight. This huge advantage allows him to survive the confrontation with the sealer, but now it has become a disadvantage.

The "King of Fear" is far better at manipulating mental power than him. Even if he has not learned any related techniques, he can automatically comprehend various profound spiritual skills in a short time.

The more Yale suppressed it with all his strength, the more violent the suffocating fury, as if a huge ocean was rushing towards him, one wave after another, until he was completely swallowed up.

But fortunately, he still has the advantages he had accumulated in the early days. He relied on tyrannical willpower to consolidate the space of consciousness, and struggled under the stormy offensive of the "King of Fear", waiting for the storm to recede temporarily.

Without the supply of body and soul, the offensive in the initial stage of the godhead will not last long, and it will wait to be carried through by the death cost. This is the conclusion drawn by the black-haired knight after summing up the experience of his predecessors.

Yale squeezed the hardwood with ten fingers and clucked, and gradually penetrated into the wood, leaving clear finger marks on the armrest, and he seemed to be able to breathe out a sulphur-like breath.

The dark red light in his eyes became more and more condensed, and finally almost formed a liquid-like liquid. It was about to overflow from the eye sockets, and the violent emotions burning in the brain were sprayed like an explosion.

boom--!

The overwhelmed hardwood handrail was finally squeezed open by the black-haired knight, and the flour-like sawdust boiled in the air, covering his distorted face from pain, and his scorching eyes turned into flickering sparks.

This seems to be the last counterattack of the "King of Fear" before the power is exhausted. Deep dark spots gradually appeared in Yale's eyes, covering the original magma-like boiling light little by little, and then his body was suppressed as the violent emotions were suppressed. Slow down and relax.

"The primary stage is so violent... Almost directly deified me..."

The black-haired knight lay down on the seat sweating profusely, his body seemed to be pulled out of the water, his limbs and muscles were shaking slightly unconsciously, and he looked more tired than fighting a Hundred Days War.

"Next time...it won't be such a simple offensive..."

Yale can feel that after this full-scale attack, the "King of Fear" has gradually been able to use the resources of his body.

"Man and God are one... Man and God are one..."

The black-haired knight knew that he had to run to complete the unity of man and god. No, I am afraid that the state of man and **** could not suppress the "King of Fear", at least to the extent of man and god.

Because Yalei's accumulated mental power is too huge, so powerful that he can't exert his full strength, and the utilization efficiency of Godhead's power is more than ten times that of personality. "King of Fear" is also a natural manipulator. Master - It's only scarier to play with yourself.

This means that as long as the opponent can steal one-tenth of the resources, he can completely overwhelm him in terms of quality and quantity, and cannot be eliminated, but can only be suppressed.

"time is limited……"

The black-haired knight muttered to himself, propped up his body from the seat, took some stiff steps, and walked towards the palace study.

Yale knew that with his current physical condition, he would definitely not be able to go out to investigate information. If the "King of Fear" were to attack in the wild, it would be really hopeless.

He can only ask Charlene to investigate instead of himself, he has to find a way to solve the "King of Fear" as soon as possible.

And before he goes mad or becomes one with God, he must not let outsiders know his current state, otherwise the initially stable situation of the North and South Celts will surely be turbulent again.

...

The quiet night in the forest was gradually concealed by the rising sun, the scorching sun smeared a golden halo on the canopy, and a straight beam of light penetrated into the depths of the forest from the gaps in the branches and leaves, lighting up a thick moss .

Hank and Derek staggered forward in the hot and humid virgin forest, with the leaves of various leaves sticking to their bodies, looking embarrassed.

"So hot... so thirsty..."

The old tomb robber wiped a handful of sticky sweat, took out two fresh and clean green fruits from the sack in his arms, grabbed one and took a bite, and gave the other to the cheap son.

"Eat again... eat a little less, not much."

Although the young man said so, he still took the fruit honestly and took a bite. The sweet juice instantly moistened his throat, and the sultry air in the forest seemed to be much cooler.

After eating, he directly wiped the juice from his mouth with his arm, and asked exhaustedly:

"It's been a few days...are you sure we're not going in the wrong direction?"

"Of course I'm sure that since we left the Spider Forest, we've been heading west. To the west is the Highland Kingdom. As long as we keep going, we will definitely be able to return to Edinburgh."

Old Hank responded weakly, and his tone was not as determined as before.

Although Derek was full of complaints, he had no experience in wild survival. He could only pinch his nose and follow him to the dark. At the same time, he prayed to his ancestors to return to the Highland Kingdom as soon as possible, even if he went to prison immediately after returning.

As the two bumped forward, the trees above their heads became denser and denser, almost completely blocking out the sunlight, shrouding the space below in a dark gray shadow, looking quiet and mysterious.

After walking with the old tomb robber for a while, the young man found that the forest in front of him was getting taller and taller. Countless huge towering ancient trees seemed to stand around them like black giants, and the branches and leaves were somewhat unusual.

"Hey hey hey! Do you think something is wrong... The trees here are too tall." Derek reminded in a low voice.

"What is this, let me tell you, in the sparsely populated virgin forest in the far north of the kingdom of Crea, in the far north covered by ice and snow, where giant trees can be hollowed out to make skyscrapers!"

Old Hank likes to show off his knowledge in front of his cheap son whenever he gets the chance.

"But this is Celtic."

"What about Celtic, can't Celtic have big trees?"

"..."

The young man silently closed his mouth, looked up at the giant tree that covered the sky, and couldn't help but said, "I've never seen such a big tree before, is it really okay?"

"No problem...probably..."

The old tomb robber looked around suspiciously. He was just a tomb robber, not an adventurer. He had so much experience in the wild, and at best he could deceive the stupefied young man who had never seen the world.

Old Hank patiently examined it for a week, and suddenly found that in addition to the humid and sultry earthy smell, there is another smell faintly in this forest, but this smell is very close to the smell of soil, so it is difficult to distinguish.

"It's kind of weird..."

The old tomb robber wrinkled his nose and tried to sniff out the source of the fishy smell, but he was not a dog after all, so he had never been able to sniff out the reason.

However, it wasn't long before he didn't need to be distracted to smell the fishy smell, because the source himself appeared in front of the two of them.

In the depths of the dense forest, among the bustling bushes under the giant tree, wisps of thin red mist slowly fluttered, like dyed satin, lingering between the trunks of the giant tree.

The fishy smell in the mist is the same, and they are connected end to end, obviously spreading out from one direction.

"I knew something was wrong, so hurry up and withdraw..."

After Derek saw this scene, his calf became weak for a while, and he felt like he was diving into the spider forest again.

"It's all gone so far... It's too bad to go back, don't be afraid, there are no famous monsters in our Highland Kingdom. Keep going, if it really doesn't work, we'll take a detour."

Although Old Hank also felt that something was wrong, he was obviously quite confident in his current strength and dared to take risks than young people.

The two carefully walked forward for a distance, and deep in the bushes, a cauldron clipped on a bonfire appeared in front of them.

The bonfire was burning fiercely, and the iron pot seemed to be boiling some soup, and the red mist rolled over and escaped into the depths of the forest.

"Anyone alive?" Derek smiled happily.

"Idiot! How can a normal person use such a large pot!"

Old Hank pointed to the large iron pot with a diameter of nine feet, sprayed his cheap son with saliva, and suddenly pressed the other's head, and rolled into the bushes on the right with him.