Soul of Burning Steel

On the coast and on the pier, all the busy elven fishermen raised their heads and looked up at the dark sky that gradually became deeper.

Above the sky, the orange sun that has just risen has been obscured by the gathering flowing clouds. Numerous clouds of water vapor condensed from all directions to the place where the shadows emerged. You can hear them, and there are deep and loud noises echoing above the entire world.

"What is this?"

However, facing the sudden pressure on the sky, the Deer Crested Elf had a shocked expression, but his tone was still calm. He frowned and said in a low voice, "It's kind of like a big crab..."

Compared to just being surprised and wondering, it seems that he doesn't quite understand the meaning behind this scene. It should be regarded as a deer crested spirit similar to the ‘eclipse’, but Priest yelled badly in his heart.

——This, this is obviously the group of eight-claw fungi found!

Why is it so fast? ! Damn, if they break the barrier of the world, we can't find a place to hide...Should we go to the Accrafa hub to seek refuge? !

The continuous thunder and bombardment reverberated at the top of the sky. At first, Priest was still very nervous, thinking desperately about the countermeasures, but soon he discovered that no matter how hard the crab claws bombarded, the sky was the sky. But there is no slight change and bending, and it is still as stable as ever.

The bombardment of the giant tongs thunder was heavy and the rain was small, and it didn't even rain at all... After a period of time, it seemed that the barrier of this world could not be broken at all, and the crab claws left like this.

"Ah, this kind of thing happens often, don't be too surprised, your human life is short, maybe you have lost this knowledge."

The deer-crowned elf noticed Priest’s face, and comforted him: “Similar things have happened twice in my life, once more than 120 years ago, when a whale was as imaginary as a whale. The shadow appeared in the sky and hit the dome desperately, and the second time was more than fifty years ago, it was a miniature phantom collision like a group of small fish. They all hit the sky for a long time, but they didn't succeed."

He noticed that Priest's eyes widened and staring at him with incomparable astonishment. The Deer Crest Elf raised the deer crest above his head with some doubts, and said: "This is just my memory. There are more in the memory of the mother tree. It was a similar thing, so I’m not very surprised, but I’m just wondering why it became a crab claw this time... Is it really the same as the ancestors said, outside the sky, there is a borderless sea of ​​void? It's rich enough."

The elves fishing and hunting around also found the vision in the sky, but most of the elves continued to work after pointing to the sky. Everything is just as the deer crest elves said. This scene is not for them. not fresh.

"If we fail, we don’t understand the ecology of this world at all, and we don’t even understand what environment these elves survive in... and the outer shell of this world is too strong? According to the elves’ words, it’s obviously Several times the Void Behemoth attempted to invade, only to return without success!"

Priest has only now discovered that he and his teammates may have made a big mistake.

That is to bring the impression of the Mykrov elves into these elves in the "unknown world".

Although the two look very similar, in essence, the two are no longer the same race-whether it is customs, worldview, or the essence of life, they have long since parted ways without knowing how long they have evolved.

Thinking of this, Priest immediately made up his mind, taking this opportunity to ask the deer crested elves some common-sense customs questions.

"You ask about our past? To be honest, I don't remember much if I don't connect with the mother tree."

After hearing Priest’s question, the Deer Crested Elf led him on a slow walk along the coconut grove on the coast, while speaking in a slightly hoarse tone: "In fact, there is nothing to say, the first ancestors will live After the mother tree was planted in the center of our homeland, it died of alien disease. With the protection of the mother tree and our united minds, we have reproduced generation after generation on this land until now."

"This is indeed a good place. There are coconuts on the beach, many berry bushes and fruit trees in the forest, and a lot of animal herds. Apart from alien diseases and occasional alien monsters, we have almost no enemies. ."

As he said, the deer crested elves picked up two coconuts about the size of three fists from the coastal sands and handed them to Priest. He whispered: "In this way, it reproduces from generation to generation and lives in peace. Here, until now...this is our history."

Prest silently poke two holes in the coconut with his fingers, and then took a sip like this.

Coconut juice has a light taste, but it is very fragrant, refreshing, pure and non-polluting, and of high quality.

It can be seen that many elf fishermen who were tired of fishing just picked up one or two coconuts on the beach, and after drinking and resting for a while, they started working again.

The elves’ boats can only sit on two or three people, and are at most nearly ten meters long. This kind of boat can only travel in rivers and lakes. It is very dangerous even on the coast and cannot fish at all, but most of the elves have them. With a bit of extraordinary power and magical stability, they can not only move freely along the coast, but even occasionally go to the deep sea to induce fish.

Since fish and seafood are not staple foods, the consumption of two or three thousand elves is not even as fast as the natural recovery of this sea area. Many fishermen have just worked for one or two hours before they have already caught the food for the whole family in the next one or two weeks-these must-have. Most of them will be made into dried fish and used as food reserves in winter.

Some fishermen have begun to relax in the sun.

"...How long have you been living like this?"

Putting the coconut husk under the tree aside, Priest asked softly: "A few hundred years, or..."

"At least one or two thousand years. Maybe longer."

The deer-crowned elf didn't seem to care, he replied casually: "The five generations of leaders before me are doing very well. The only thing I am better than them is probably that I live longer."

"No, I mean, don't you guys think about changing it?"

Priest stopped, he looked up at the sky where the clouds had not yet completely dispersed, and then looked down at this quiet and peaceful sea. He remembered a lot of things... The hometown of the Southern Fortress was located in the southern fortress during the disaster of the wild dragon. The hometown where the dragon beasts stepped down, the relatives and neighbors swallowed by the dragon beasts, and more, the ordinary people in the Mycroft world are still struggling to survive.

The young warrior once again saw the traces of chaotic erosion on the deer-crowned elf's arm. He remembered the long shadow on Su's back. Priest clenched his fists and said in a somewhat suppressed voice: "You have encountered so many This sudden vision and chaos...Alien disease and alien monsters, haven’t you thought of developing technology to solve these problems?"

"You have such a prosperous home! Such a peaceful environment! Even this world... is a bit weird, but it is a year or two thousand years. How can you still look like you are now? Don't you be afraid of death and don't want to live long? a little?"

The Deer Crest Elf didn't understand why Priest became a little excited.

He just said as always, very plain, and calmly: "Technology? What is that? If it's your armor-like craftsmanship, we really want it, so we are willing to pay for it."

As for other issues, just follow the steps handed down by the ancestors. "

The deer crest elf slowly buried the coconut husk in his hand in the sand, then stood up and said: "The mother tree contains all the knowledge we need. After you teach us how to forge iron, we will use it. Stored in the mother tree. And death is not terrible, it just becomes a new branch of the mother tree, sheltering the people who are still alive."

The Deer Crested Elf turned his head and looked at Priest.

This is the first time that Priest has carefully, comprehensively, and carefully observed the face of the leader of the'Overlooker Clan' in the essential sense.

This is a face that is somewhat aging, not like a young elf one or two hundred years old. His appearance is the same as that of all elves, but the roots of his long dark green hair have begun to turn black and withered, which proves that the life of the elves is about to reach the end. His eyes are a bit muddy, and his mouth is tightly closed. , Seems a bit serious.

The most conspicuous is the look in the eyes of the deer crest elf. He is now looking at Priest, but his eyes are unsteady, his eyes even move slightly in different directions, and his pupils are white, and the magical light flashes, making his eyes look more than just Godless, even weird.

"Maybe we forgot to tell you."

Facing Priest, who had an obvious look of guard and seemed to be leaving at any time, the deer crested elves were gentle, non-hostile, tolerant and indifferent and smiled: "The spirit of our Overlooker tribe is linked by the mother tree. You guys. We all know your every move and every action, and we all know your attitude towards our people. You are gentle, communicate and be kind, handle things appropriately, have rules, and know good and evil, so the observers believe that you are indeed worthy. Trusted humans are not alien monsters."

"……what?!"

This time, Priest was truly unbelievable from the bottom of his heart. He exclaimed: "You...the spirit is Unicom?!"

To be honest, he had indeed heard that the elves did have this ability a long time ago, but after the father of nature ascended to the gods-that is, after the birth of the elves and the elves in the true sense, this kind of most ancient spiritual interoperability The power disappears in history.

These alien elves...how can they still retain such power? !

Facing Priest, who seemed to be lost in thought, the Deer Crested Elf grinned and said nothing.

After Priest calmed down, he immediately thought of something. He frowned and said: "So, Suhl, she is here too, to test my attitude."

"Do not."

Having said this, the voice of the deer crest elf suddenly became a little cold. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued: "Sul is my daughter... she is born with defects. I don't know her conversation with you, it's not a part of testing your attitude."

The originally smooth words of the deer crest elf suddenly became a little jerky, stuttered, and his eyes became indifferent. After a long time, his tone returned to normal: "We can perceive the thoughts of each compatriot through the mother tree. Our feelings are transmitted to each other and connected, so there will be no conflicts in our group. Everyone is actually a family. All the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. Even alien diseases are the same.

"But Sur is different. She is inherently isolated from the mother tree and cannot communicate with the knowledge stored by the mother tree, so it takes a long time for us to teach bit by bit to learn common sense within the clan. And because of this, she always walks. Run outside to see the meaningless places that the ancestors have been to long ago. She always wants to go far away inexplicably to see some meaningless things. She is completely alien in the clan."

"And because of this, without everyone's share, Suer was seriously eroded by Outsider Disease."

Speaking of this, the Deer Crested Elf looked at Priest and said calmly: "Just like those humans who disappeared hundreds of years ago. The existence of an unconnected spirit is absolutely impossible to resist alien diseases with their own will. Yes-our ancestors once invited humans to join our spirit, but they were unwilling to live and die, saying that there would be no future in this way, but they have disappeared, and we are still living in the'future'."

"Son of the Plains, if you are willing to communicate with us, then you are our compatriots, not just the current collaborators, and we will do our best to help you."

"No, thank you, goodbye."

Priest waved his hand quickly, and he shook his head to reject this proposal. This did not seem to be out of the Deer Crest Elf's expectations, but he just nodded and brought the topic forward.

The two had left the coast and began to walk back along the forest road.

"……call."

Because he knew too much unexpected news in a short period of time, Priest couldn't help but rubbed his temples. After he calmed down for a while, he said: "Alien Disease, let's call it that for the time being. As far as I know, although alien diseases can indeed resist erosion through people’s spirits in a short time, in the final analysis, this erosion is irreversible. Over time, alien diseases will accumulate in the spirit of the entire group, and it will cause more damage. For a serious outbreak-how did you solve this problem?"

In fact, the elves, the collective linking will, still had a large number of users in the Mykrov Continent not long ago, and the psionicists of Xishan were the most famous category among them.

When the magic wave came and the world’s extraordinary powers and technologies were advancing by leaps and bounds, the psionicists of Xishan also developed a peculiar ability to communicate with spirits. They used a certain psionic technique or a special magic center. , Unite the spirits of several or even dozens of people into one, and then fight.

This technique is very effective. With the combined spirit, everyone’s casting speed and combat continuity have increased by 30%, and they have strong resistance to chaotic erosion, and even have a certain self-purification ability, if it is a slight chaotic erosion and spirit. Pollution will be quickly and thoroughly cleaned up.

But just as Priest said, this kind of union is nothing more than slowing down the speed of chaotic erosion. Except for the top-level holy light possessed by the senior leaders of the Church of the Seven Gods, the unique techniques of each legend, and the power of order held by the sage inheritors, basically no power can resist the erosion of chaos. It may not be conspicuous at first, but gradually , The entire psionic complex will be corrupted and degenerated and become a carrier of chaos.

Otherworldly elves have been eroded by chaos for a long time. The spirit of this Unicom should have been corrupted and degenerated, but they still exist, and they live well and harmoniously. This is a very incredible thing, so Priest wants to know The reason behind.

"It's very simple, rely on sacrifices."

Contrary to what Priest thought, the Deer Crest Elf did not hesitate to tell the secret behind it: "Relying on sacrifices and sacrifices to the holy mountain, we can greatly alleviate the erosion of alien diseases."

Afterwards, the Deer Crested Elves revealed the secret of why their clan could still reproduce safely for so long under the erosion of chaos.

"Outlander disease is a peculiar disease that spreads both physically and mentally. Every elves will have some disease roots. This is something that cannot be driven away. However, with the power of the mother tree, we can remove most of the disease. Too many alien diseases in humans are passed on to certain powerful people who can carry enough alien diseases."

Speaking of this, the antler elves smiled and said indifferently: "For example, people like me can carry the alien diseases on hundreds of people without turning into alien monsters for the time being."

"and then?"

Priest couldn't help asking.

"Then, I went to worship the Holy Mountain."

The deer-crowned elf raised his head and signaled Priest to look in the direction of the Accrafa time-space hub. He calmly said: "The sacrificial mountain has a power that can completely and thoroughly purify all alien diseases. Let these redundant alien diseases not flow back into the mother tree after the death of the bearer. Every one or two hundred years, we will select ten strong people who can carry alien diseases and go to the holy mountain to pray to our ancestors."

No, wait, no, this is not a sacrifice at all!

This is not purification at all...this is death.

With a sigh of relief, Priest looked at this deer crest elf with a complicated expression. Others didn't know. How could he not understand that he was almost burnt to ashes by the Accrafa hub before?

The so-called purification is not to use extremely powerful magic light flow to completely smash the body and the soul into nothingness? ! What return to the mother tree is impossible! Being shot by that level of magic light stream, even the strong will be seriously injured and dying!

But these elves did this without fear-after one or two hundred years, they sent the most elite and powerful people in the clan for purification, and the rest of them continued to live peacefully, leisurely, without any Motivated, there is no change in life.

They connect the spirits of each other. Everyone can perceive each other's emotions and thoughts. There is no suspicion, no jealousy, no quarrel, and no competition. The elves only need to work for a day and can rest for a week. They live in suitable tropical areas, living in caves that are warm in winter and cool in summer-perfect, and perfect for a civilization that is just beginning to develop. , It's too flawless, this is the realm that the elves of Mycroft have not reached.

Even if they saw the metal armor of the elite team and a group of people, they didn't think about ‘research on their own’, but would rather exchange it for a price and put it in the mother tree for collection, just like collecting food with squirrels.

They share the joys, sorrows, sorrows and knowledge, and the technology left by the ancestors allows them to live a happy and safe life, so that these elves do not even have the motivation to progress, and there is no reason to travel far to explore.

Too envious.

It's so sad.

And just when Priest was talking with the deer crest elf.

Outside the world, endless emptiness.

A huge hermit crab-shaped void behemoth, carrying a semicircular star world on its back, slowly swims in the void.

"Great Khan, the fourth behemoth found a strange world in the dark star field. It originally wanted to pry open a dead world and add some material, but found that the barriers of that world were so strong that it was unimaginable. No trace can be left after I try my best."

At the bottom of Honeycomb City, the eight-legged fungus with a black carapace respectfully reported to a twisted spiritual void: "What are your instructions?"

"...Stay away from that world, next time you encounter this special world, don't touch it all."

After waiting for a while, the spiritual void slowly sent out some messages: "This is the lost galaxy. The solid world you are talking about may be the sealed world that sealed the ancient monsters. Fortunately, it has not been broken. Broken, what awaits us is certainly not a good thing."

"But the subjects need food... We have crossed a long material vacuum. Whether it is a behemoth or a subject, they are already hungry..."

The black carapace and eight-legged fungus remained motionless. It maintained a ‘respectful’ posture, and whispered, "The Great Khan..."

"Ok."

There was another long silence, and then there was a dreamlike echo: "Except, those...abnormal, outside the world... Let go of eating, whether it is alive or dead, eat everything cleanly. ...We have endured for too long, we must store as much food as possible before the arrival of the'hunters'..."

"This is far from our end, we still have a long, long way...Go to herd, Kumosinda, my first king of the sky, go to herd the stars and make our world... More... fatter..."

The sound disappeared.

The black octagonal fungus did not move.

After dozens of minutes, after confirming that the sound disappeared completely, it slowly got up and walked out of the white palace.

"Kings."

Outside the palace, there is a group of elite gray octagonal fungi waiting. After seeing the black fungus for the leader team, they immediately greeted it, bending its limbs: "The instructions of the Great Khan are..."

Kumosinda was silent for a while, and after a while, he said in a heavy or pleasant tone: "Eat. Let go of eating, my subjects, the supreme Khan has approved it, and we will I can vent as much as I can-go find those living and flesh-and-blood worlds to graze, and let our world eat flesh and blood!"

"This galaxy will be our brand new pasture."

At the same time, the void outside of Mycroft's world.

In a huge silver cocoon.

Joshua's will is in distress.

"A bit of magic, a bit of element, and a bit of ether, stir and stir...tsk, it's battered."

"Holy light, psychic energy, and then put a little force of order...well, it's a little scattered, add a little steel to glue it, and it will be done."

"Ah, the power of steel has increased!"

"boom!"

In the radiant prototype of the world, there was a brilliance of extraordinary powers of various colors, but with the sudden enlargement of a silver brilliance, a small explosion suddenly occurred inside the prototype of the world.

Joshua, who was learning the creation techniques of the fairy queens, and now finally restored the rudimentary shape of the world to its original state, only at this time deeply felt that the small group of little things were unreliable.

"I said, how did those **** little butterflies create the fairyland?!"

Joshua's subjective will has always been thinking in the silver giant cocoon, how to create a brand new world.

He was not going to learn from the Void Behemoth to shape the world with a grand self-detonation-the soldier lived happily and didn't want to commit suicide at all. He wanted to learn from the fairies, using various steel powers and elemental powers, starting from the semi-plane, and perfecting it into a complete world bit by bit.

Of course, this process is very difficult, and it will often cause various explosions due to the incoordination of power~www.novelmtl.com~ Especially Joshua wants to create a more perfect world prototype than the fairy queens, so at the beginning Then added more extraordinary power elements than elements.

This is really hard work.

But at this moment, Qiao Xiuya sensed that her incarnation had already arrived in the sacrificial field of Ten Thousand Realms.

"Indeed, I want to ask the Domination Will about Priest and the others."

Qiao Xiu looked at the dazzling and flawless power of steel crystals, a complete prototype of the world, and then shook his head: "This, let's do it later."

Even if it is to prevent the will of the Ten Thousand Realms Sacrifice from being down, and cannot directly ask questions such as world coordinates, Joshua, who knows the other side's way of thinking, understands how to communicate with this kind of artificial intelligence.

After all, he has an artificial intelligence in his family, and he has been familiar with it for so many years.

As a result, the huge will came out of the silver giant cocoon, followed the invisible track, and descended in the direction of the sacrificial field of the Ten Thousand Realms.

Hum.

In the Ten Thousand Realms Sacrifice Field, the human-shaped Qiao Xiu just used the power of steel to condense his body. After that, his eyes lit up, and the pressure was even greater.

"Radcliffe... the heir to the sage."

Perceiving Joshua’s arrival, the silver sun of the Ten Thousand Realms Sacrifice Field also flickered slightly, and a loud voice sounded in the warrior’s heart: "Are you trying to ask your students where they are now? It's a pity. , I lost this database."

But Joshua shook his head: "No, I'm not asking about this."

He said loudly in his heart: "Domination Will, I want you to tell me the truth, how old is the earliest data in your database that can be traced now?"

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