"Absolutely impossible?"
The orc Basaka repeated what the white-haired young man said once.
"Yes, absolutely impossible."
The white-haired young man once again affirmed his statement without any hesitation.
"It's because of the knowledge you have, right? It's not time for me to know it yet. Once I know it, I will lose part of what I could have done."
Basaka didn't show much surprise or curiosity, he just said casually.
"Yes, you haven't known it yet. After all, this is actually not a very good thing. Apart from losing a part of our power and knowing a secret, there is nothing else we can do for now. made."
Answering with a smile, the white-haired young man clapped his hands.
"Oh, that's fine. At least once all the nodes are completed and our final goal is accomplished, everyone will naturally know this knowledge and be able to do the things they lost."
Basaka did not continue to ask. His control of his curiosity was also part of the service plan.
"That's right. Now the souls of the entire Blood Fang Empire's orcs have been merged into the void through this node. Next, the attention of the mainland will be attracted here, and the attack after the alliance will arrive soon. This part I'll leave it to you, I'll go find the abnormal point."
The white-haired young man was satisfied with the other party's attitude. He communicated with his consciousness to the buildings that emerged from the void, and handed over most of the control to the orc Barsaka, while retaining only a small part of his own power.
"Okay, leave it to me. The potential of the orcs is far more than that. "Rage of reason" should be the power we all share, but there are people who, for the sake of status or goals, use this talent that exists in their blood to Isaac. Full ability sealed. "
"This shackles will be passed down as the bloodline continues. I once promised to lift this shackles, but until this era, this shackles still exists. Now is the time for me to fulfill my promise.
Standing outside the city gate of the capital of the Bloodfang Empire, Basaka closed his eyes, and his will mobilized the power of the void through the towers that appeared across the interface between void and matter throughout the Bloodfang Empire. , projected to every intelligent creature in the Bloodfang Empire.
From the moment the ossuary broke through the intersection of void and matter, and the anchor point completely fell, the souls of all intelligent creatures in the Bloodfang Empire have been pulled by the power of the anchor point to connect to these towers, converging into A whole.
As the creator of these towers, the white-haired young man has the power to use these towers to influence souls, and he can also give them to other beings for use. At this moment, these powers are being used by the orc Basaka.
"By the way, have you confirmed who the anomaly is?"
The power of the void penetrates into every orc's body, changing certain components in his body. The artificial restrictions in his blood are gradually released, and violently, the orc's innate talent returns to its original state.
While mobilizing this power, Basaka also took the time to ask the white-haired young man what he thought about the Arestle anomaly in his mouth.
"There is already a candidate, the Archbishop of the Night Church, the being named Wang Yu. In fact, I think it is him. He has no past. I have been paying attention to this existence since the last time I met Damian, but I No matter what, we can’t find traces of this person from a few years ago.”
"Every existence must leave traces. Even if we bury the traces and truth through various methods, they will be unearthed one day. As an expert in this field, I will investigate another existence. But found nothing."
"I found nothing, tsk tsk, nothing. It's like he never existed. How scary, another abyssal creature? Who knows."
The white-haired young man shook his head as he spoke. Although there was still a smile in his words, his eyes had become dark, and he didn't know where his true thoughts went.
"If it really is another abyss, that would be really bad, but it doesn't look like it. Instead, it looks like an existence similar to us, right? I remember you mentioned the Holy Book of Night to me."
Orc Barsaka paused for a moment. Some of the connected souls in the empire had already accepted the plan for the "Utopia" and should have chosen to join. Some of the bloodlines were liberated because of this. Within it, there are still beings who are unwilling to accept it and resist Basaka's manipulation with their own will.
These rebellious wills took Basaka some time to resolve, and during this gap, he took the time to chat with the white-haired young man.
"Yeah, how could an abyssal creature be like this? This is a very interesting existence. Although the words he wrote in the holy book are not many, they coincide with us in some senses. It's just, It’s too young and too weak.”
"But I have to admit that the Church of Night, a new church, is doing quite well because of its existence and the god behind it. Can you imagine that even the members of the Lightless Secret Cult can integrate into it? It is very strong. It’s so tolerant, with all kinds of races mixed together, it’s quite simple?”
"When I handed Damian the dagger specially used to kill the night god, the struggle in his eyes, to be honest, was not too obvious. He probably was not willing to give up his current life. "
The white-haired young man answered casually, and his magic power gradually surged, forming a virtual door in the air, retrieving the spatial coordinates in his memory, and then connecting the location pointed by the door to it.
"Are you living a good life? Then will he choose to give up? You clearly knew that he was already hesitant, but you still gave him the dagger. There is no spare for that dagger."
The orc Basaka gathered the will mixed with those souls who were willing to join the "Utopia" plan and sent it into the void, thereby setting off a similar but different tide of spiritual pollution, sending it into those who were still resisting. In the soul, their will is washed away and their thoughts are reversed. This is the general trend and cannot be reversed by individual will.
Under the excessive base difference, those stubborn souls were gradually wiped out. Although the whole was not destroyed, the idea of resistance and the will to persevere gradually became blurred until they became the same.
Basaka, who had almost completed what he wanted to do, asked the white-haired young man one last question before leaving.
"No, it's too short. Maybe a hundred years or a thousand years is enough for us to change our minds and give up our original plan. But it's just a temporary shock and a short period of one or two years. How can we shake the knowledge and persistence that we have prepared for so long? , which itself is unfair.”
The white-haired young man seemed confident. He didn't think Damian would choose to give up. Just like his explanation, why, just for the comfort of the past two years? Although people's hearts are changeable, they are not like this.
After the words fell, he stepped into the door that appeared in front of him and disappeared.
"In terms of people's hearts, I'm still not as good as you."
Basaka said to himself, and no longer cared about the "abnormal point" that the white-haired young man was responsible for, and instead began to distribute the souls that had become "universal" and let them return to their own bodies and be brought back at the same time. , as well as the knowledge, magic, void, alchemy, etc. of this era.
The bodies that seemed to have fallen asleep reopened their eyes, stood up, felt the shackles in their blood being untied, and began to walk towards the positions where they needed to contribute. From this moment on, they already had a common goal, a common goal. An "ideal country" that looks forward to recognition.
At this moment, the teams sent by the major races to investigate and confirm the situation in the orc country will understand how amazing it will be when the rage is no longer linked to reason, and the legions are connected with "minds" on a special level.
In a small human country where few people even knew the name of the kingdom, a door opened and a white-haired young man walked out, stepping on the lush grass.
"Pasha."
"Hey~"
"What a nice environment..."
Walking on the grass, there was no sound of footsteps. The place where the white-haired young man arrived was in a small valley with lush green grass and trees. A stream flowed out from the distance, passing through the grass and vegetable fields here.
Several fat sheep with fluffy wool suddenly appeared around them.
The white-haired young man was startled, screamed in panic, and ran back to the sheep pen next to the small wooden house at the end of the stone road.
While sighing, he walked forward and walked to the door of the small wooden house. The white-haired young man's eyes stopped in the small garden at the door, on two neatly taken care of tombstones, and then knocked on the door of the wooden house.
"Crunch..."
The wooden door slowly opened, and a man who looked like a middle-aged man but had an old face opened the door to the white-haired young man outside.
"Hey, long time no see. Your skills have improved even more, Ethan Harris, but you still don't know me. I was shocked by you."
The man who was called Ethan Harris by the white-haired young man's expression flickered slightly when he heard the other party say this name. Then he opened the door completely and motioned for the other party to come in.
The white-haired young man naturally followed into the house, and behind him, the space seemed to have been cut. If you look carefully, you will find a large number of twisted lines. It seems that they were cut off and then repaired again, but After all, there is a very small difference, and the few leaves that just fell from the fruit trees in the yard of the wooden house have completely disappeared.
"Tell me what you need me to do, I owe you a favor."
Ethan did not entertain the white-haired young man who found a wooden chair and sat down. He just walked to the bed and took out a box from underneath, opened it, took out the contents, then walked to the only cabinet in the wooden house and said .
"Let's not talk about that for now. You didn't choose to be with us back then, and we didn't force you to do it. However, these years have passed. Do you understand what we are pursuing?"
The white-haired young man was not in a hurry to tell the purpose of his visit, but just asked the other party something.
"Yes, I can understand what you were thinking at that time. You can see further than me."
Ethan's eyes stayed on the photo on the cabinet. Two of the beings had been buried in the tomb at the door.
"You were obsessed with pursuing the ultimate in swordsmanship. It's normal that you couldn't understand it. These losses are what we have always wanted to erase. This time, I came here to use this favor to let you help me kill someone."
"who?"
