Conquer Another World From the Beginning of the Game

Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen

"Where is the world full of flowers? If it really exists then I will definitely go..."

Sitting on the back of the undead lizard, Yang Qiu crawled slowly on the winding and steep beast road in the Sorensen Mountains.

Here...is the most miasma area in the Sorensen Mountains.

Even if Yang Qiu was listening to "Dream Pursuing My Heart" on the mobile phone while wearing headphones, the trembling sound of nerves tingling in the head still pierced into people's ears.

"I never choose to give up about my ideals, even in the desperate days..."

Yang Qiu was expressionlessly under pressure from all directions. Even though the mists of the passing mountains and forests that looked like light smoke and tumbling clouds distorted all kinds of terrifying shapes, he did not look back.

"Grave of the Fallen" Sorensen, the miasma here will have an impact on him two months ago, but now... it's really not imaginary.

"Maybe I have no talent, but I have the naivety of dreams. I will prove that I will spend my whole life..."

The undead lizard climbed into the deep forest and stopped in front of a pool.

Yang Qiu turned off the mobile phone player, took off the earphones, lifted the hem of his robe and got off the back of the lizard, staring at the waterhole surrounded by bushes and rocks with traces of wild animals on the ground. Walked over and stepped into the puddle.

The calm water surface of the pool shook...disappeared.

The ugly monster, lying quietly among the rocks with its mouth wide open, bite Yang Qiu's legs fiercely and swiftly.

Yang Qiu didn't move, without blinking his eyelids, he only watched this ugly monster quietly.

The mouth of Warcraft, which was larger than the body of the head, could not be closed, and before Yang Qiu's hideous teeth touched, the body the size of a horse and flat on the ground was disintegrated into black dust and dissipated with the wind.

When the souls collide or swallow each other, the essence of the soul is torn apart than the fighting power gap between different species; at most six to seven hundred spiritual powers of the fallen souls are alienated into low-level beasts, and their forcible attacks are different. Yang Qiu, who is more than ten times over, will naturally have nothing but ashes...

The caster in this world is not a glass turret.

Yang Qiu sat down where the ugly monsters lurked.

Souls that have fallen into alienated beasts will unconsciously move closer to the area where they feel comfortable. Yang Qiu spent a long time in the miasma zone and found this relatively powerful low-level beast. The place where he lay seemed ordinary, but in fact there was something inside. Universe——As soon as Yang Qiugang sat down, he felt a strong sense of dizziness, and the trembling sound in his ears became more and more harsh.

Yang Qiu was very satisfied, adjusted his breathing, and went into meditation.

The perception is open, and the crazy aura that has been deposited for a long time is like a school of piranhas suddenly smelling a fishy smell, cheering and cheering toward Yang Qiu.

If the magic of the outside world is the poisonous sugar water that allows people to absorb nutrients, then the misty miasma in the Sorensen Mountains that is so rich that it has undergone qualitative changes and can be seen directly with the naked eye is a poison that is deadly poison.

He closed his eyes, full of inspiration, and calmly stared at the crazy breath that rushed to him from a mental perspective.

What he "sees" is not poisonous, not madness, but fragmented, messy soul fragments.

The Sorensen Mountains are not surrounded by miasma since ancient times. Four hundred years ago, these mountains were the largest trade route in the southern part of Nabaron.

When the shadow of the resurrection of the ancient gods shrouded the entire continent, and when the void demons began to break out of the occasional unstable space-time rift, the mountains of Sorensen seemed to be cursed, gradually becoming a life forbidden zone.

More than two hundred years ago, when Yang Qiu was still in the old man’s mage tower, the Sorensen Mountains had an alias of "Grave of the Fallen"... No one knows how many out of control people will bring this group of people. The mountain became a burial ground.

What can be confirmed is that this huge "grave" is not a pure resting place. Yang Qiu, who was open to inspiration, "looked" at a lot of fragments that could no longer be called souls, leaving only the fragments that swallowed the killing instinct.

He "heared" their voices, and the haunting and chaotic howls and tremors cut people's nerves like steel knives.

Yang Qiu "looked" at them calmly.

It's like looking at Camel, looking at Westham, looking at the people who are suffering and confused and numb machines in the places he has traveled.

They are also sentient beings.

Yang Qiu’s background on earth is not very good. His native family is a mess, his father who abandoned his wife and children, the mother who understands the big things and is confused, the relatives who are unreliable...

Before Yang Qiu went to middle school, the most impressive thing in his memory was that every New Year's Day, his mother would put him on the worst clothes and drag him to the neighborhood committee to find someone to complain. Their family can get half an extra barrel of oil and a few kilograms of rice noodles.

Yes...Because of his father's irresponsible abandonment of his wife and children, before the older sister Yang Ying became an adult, part of their family's living expenses came from his and her old sister's subsistence allowance.

The old sister gave up college to work after graduating from high school, and their family's income exceeded the city's subsistence allowance. Yang Qiucai broke away from the embarrassment of biting his head and performing a pitiful performance.

He never felt how happy his life was. After he went to high school, he found out that his peers had so many prosperous classmates.

Until he came to this world somehow.

Only then did he discover...It turns out that life can be more bitter.

It turned out that his mother took him to perform for half a bucket of rapeseed oil and a few kilograms of rice noodles. It was nothing at all. Some people had worked with sweat and had to get a few pieces of brown bread that they deserved. Kneel down to lick the shoes of the butler master.

It turns out that his envy and jealousy towards his classmates is not worth mentioning. Some people are naturally noble and enjoy luxury; some people have been labeled as humble since birth. They don’t know what it means to change their lives or what hope is, the greatest The wish is not to be hungry when you die.

It turns out that the textbooks "Zhumen stinks of wine and meat, there are frozen bones on the road" and "The one who is full of flowers is not a silkworm breeder" are such heavy words.

It turns out that the Buddhist concept of "all beings are suffering" is not just for fun.

Yang Qiu is unwilling to accept this kind of world that makes people look at it more and more and can make people cold. He struggles desperately to survive and become strong. He wants to go home, even if he can't go back. Now, at least I have to figure out a way to move this **** world and not let myself suffer this innocent crime in vain.

But the reality is desperate. The more powerful Yang Qiu is, the more he realizes that he can actually do nothing—the breech era can still be revolutionized, but in this world where the gods are everywhere and the extraordinary is inferior to the dog, no matter how he deduced and calculated , Can't see the slightest hope of success.

Let alone the people turning over to become the masters, even the next-class capital revolution can't do it.

This world completed the industrial revolution more than a hundred years before he crossed. By the time he crossed, the sky of big cities could see densely shuttled airships, huge sea ships of hundreds of thousands of tons across the open sea, magic steam The train tracks were laid to the royal capitals of landlocked countries such as the Kingdom of Rhine.

With the development of the magic industry, there are tens of millions of industrial workers across the continent, factories blooming everywhere, and a large number of emerging capital nobles.

These new capital aristocrats did challenge the authority of the feudal aristocracy to some extent, but they were still far away from social changes, such as the American Civil War, such as the war of unified ideology.

The reason is simple. The ancient god's guillotine hanging over everyone's head and the invasion of the Void Demon curbed the expansion and expansion of capital power.

Capital's instinct to swallow everything is suppressed, and it will turn to conservative. Those developed countries on the earth that have divided up high-end manufacturing and sat down to eat their ancestors for decades have proved the inertia of capital in this regard.

The capital that is most likely to trigger social changes has been stubborn, so what can the people do?

What about Yang Qiu?

He can't do anything.

He can only allow himself to see sentient beings, see the suffering of sentient beings, and listen to the pain of sentient beings.

He is incapable of the status quo, at least to know the suffering of sentient beings.

He opened up his inspiration and accepted the poisonous magic power mixed with countless painful soul fragments. He heard countless voices wailing in his spiritual realm, and he felt the painful groaning of countless people echoing in his soul.

His soul was aching like a tear.

Yang Qiu remained unmoved, allowing these chaotic and crazy consciousness to shuttle in his spirit.

There was a voice crying of confession to his mother.

There is a voice regretting betraying his life.

There is a voice venting dissatisfaction with whom.

There was a voice screaming unconsciously.

There is a voice accusing the injustice of fate.

There is a voice cursing all life in the world, wishing that everyone would fall into purgatory like it.

In the violent tearing pain of the soul, hallucinations began to appear in front of Yang Qiu's eyes.

A poor seaside town, a smelly fishing port, a man standing beside a broken wooden boat, looking at him in horror.

The man smiled at him courteously, said a few words of greetings between strangers, then left with excuses, and ran into the town without looking back.

He found a wanted criminal worth 90,000 gold coins, and he hurried back to notify the sheriff.

When Yang Qiu left that small town, the fisherman who had worked so hard for his family for more than ten years was interrupted and hung on a rack to dry his fishing net.

He didn’t do anything wrong, he just wanted to make a fortune, so Yang Qiu didn’t embarrass him... But he caused the sheriff to be hanged on the wind by Yang Qiu and drank the northwest wind all night, of course the sheriff would not Let him go.

The man in the hallucination looked at Yang Qiu dying. There was no hatred in his eyes, only begging to please.

Yang Qiu remembered this pleading look, and remembered it for many years, many years.

The man's phantom dissipated, and what appeared in front of Yang Qiu... was a large group of people.

A large group of people in ragged clothes, shaped like a skeleton, and blurred.

Yang Qiu fixedly stared at this group of people for a long time, and thought of it, ah, it was you.

Fleeing famine.

Natural disasters occur frequently in Nabalun, but there is no uncle of the People's Liberation Army in this world.

The victims who really couldn't survive and had to flee the famine in groups were regarded by the governors everywhere as a hot potato that caused trouble.

Yang Qiu didn't know where this group of people came from. He only remembered that he met this group of people while escaping from the Holy Land of Lieyang Church.

Behind him was an angry chasing soldier, Yang Qiu couldn't stay.

Even if he knew that these deserters who were supporting the old and the young could not be accepted by the Holy Land, they would only be driven away and driven into the wilderness of no man's land, and died quietly where people could not see...He did nothing. Just glanced at the group of deserters who were destined not to survive the winter of that year, and hurriedly left.

I haven't forgotten you...how could I have forgotten, not far from these deserters, is the roaring magic steam train.

The phantoms of the deserters disappeared like bubbles, and another group of people emerged.

Yang Qiu looked at these phantoms staying in the depths of his soul, and his heart gradually calmed down.

He knew very well that these images were his demons, the manifestation of his own incompetence, the guilt and regret engraved in his soul.

He never wanted to forget these. When he saw them again, he didn't feel embarrassed, but he knew himself more deeply.

In these three hundred years, he has realized his powerlessness countless times. This is an objective reality, and there is no need to conceal and beautify it.

For a long time, Yang Qiu showed a slight smile: "I saw you...I remember you."

"forever."

The magic power surging around Yang Qiu's body suddenly climbed upward.

This active, boiling magic instantly attracted the silent magic within a kilometer radius, and countless magical powers poured into this dense forest inside and outside the forest, clumped together, gathered, and gradually formed a magical vortex.

The filthy magic power that can make the holy land prophet holding the sealed object also avoid it is hovering, boiling, overstocking, fusing with each other, and gradually solidifying, and after ten minutes, the quality becomes irregular crystals visible to the naked eye.

Yang Qiu raised his head to look at the huge translucent magic crystal, and stood up from the ground with his hand supported.

The huge irregular crystals floating in the air slowly rotating around, the brilliance of the brilliance exploded, and Yang Qiu's whole person was enveloped in it.

A few kilometers away, in a mountain in the Sorensen Mountains, a caravan from the southern continent was passing the "safe passage". The mercenaries of the convoy looked at the top of the mountain that had just shone dazzlingly, and they were all dumbfounded.

A mercenary said in horror: "That's... the gate of the realm? Someone went to the Sorensen Mountains to advance?!"

"Gods, is it possible that someone is advancing to the legend of such a big gate?"

The mercenaries probed their heads in that direction in amazement. The mercenary captain also followed to watch the excitement. He suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly urged: "Don't look at it, hurry up! The gate of the legendary realm is not such a excitement. In case the guy running Sorensen to advance gets out of control, the trouble will be big!"

When the mercenaries heard this, they quickly quickened their pace.

Regardless of the caster or other professional level, if you want to step into the ranks of transcendence, you must step through the "gate of realm."

The "gate of realm" is not a door, but a beam of light.

People who have just been shrouded in light are more willing to call it a door.

Yang Qiu, who stepped into the "door" for the third time, opened his eyes, and what appeared in front of him was a vast white world of nothingness.

The world behind the "door" is like nothing but nothingness.

Void is the end of all nothingness, the place of all terror, the end of all death.

Behind the "door" is the order, the rules, and the inspection and test from the laws of the plane.

Just as Yang Qiu recovered his five senses and six senses from the sense of dislocation of entering the "door", he felt the familiar heavy pressure that seemed to be sunk into the bottom of the deep sea.

This feeling is very bad. The air is as thick as a liquid. Not only is it difficult to breathe, but mentally and mentally, it also seems to be being pressed down by an invisible hand, as if to push his whole person to the ground. Next, completely defeated his spirit and will.

This is not the evil taste of a certain god, but just the unconscious coercion exerted by the law of the plane behind the "door".

This level of disarming power is very suitable to be used as a "threshold"... Challengers with insufficient will and insufficient tempering will be defeated at this level.

Naturally, Yang Qiu, who had come in twice, would not take this degree of coercion into his eyes. After adjusting to the environment behind the "door", Yang Qiu raised his head and looked towards the sky.

Above, there is a huge, cold, pale pupil.

"The Eye of Truth." Yang Qiu called out the real name of his pale pupils.

The pale pupil and the colorless pupil turned to Yang Qiu.

The law of the plane is not a personality god. It does not possess intelligence or emotions. When the creatures passing through the "door" call its real name lightly, it will give a completely fair baptism.

The surging energy fell into the pale pupils and rolled towards Yang Qiu.

Yang Qiu spread his arms and accepted the shock calmly.

The baptism of power given by the Eye of Truth depends on the size of the "door" that the creature has stepped through.

This can be regarded as the fairest treatment for the creatures of this magical alien world except death, and it is also the only ladder to heaven that people with poor backgrounds can count on.

It's just that... the power of this world is poisonous; even the inpersonal God's Eye of Truth, which represents the laws of the plane, and the baptism of power bestowed by justice, are equally poisonous.

The moment Yang Qiu was hit by the force, his whole body trembled violently, and even his consciousness began to blur.

The flow of information that cannot be summed up in words ploughs every inch of nerves, and every second is so long that it makes people want to go crazy.

When struggling to resist the baptism of power like a flood, the illusion that had just disappeared reappeared again.

And... it was stronger and clearer than when Yang Qiu used the special environment of the Sorensen Mountains to rehearse his baptism.

Yang Qiu was convulsed, his nose and mouth were bleeding, and his eyes were dizzy.

The images of the group of deserters he had seen that had not been saved were almost solidified on his retina, and he clearly saw how lifeless the numb eyes on the thin faces of those people were.

When he maintains the justice he believes in a simple and rude way, it is obviously the people he wants to help, but he fears him and hates him more than the people he targets.

He began to tremble, both body and soul.

His brain became chaotic.

Tears of regret rolled out of the sockets, mixing with the smell of blood in the mouth.

In a muddle, a melody suddenly sounded in his mind.

When he was confused and tired, he dragged him out of depression countless times and continued to move forward.

"...Run forward, facing cold eyes and ridicule..."

"How can I feel the vastness of life without suffering..."

"Fate can't make us kneel down and begging for mercy, even if the blood is full of arms..."

Yang Qiu opened his blood-red eyes, panting and spitting out the blood foam from his mouth.

His nerves, soul, and body all seemed to be washed away by the sharp, violent currents of water, making him unhappy.

But his brain was awake.

The melody in his brain that he was so familiar with and liked before he crossed, carries all the longing for hometown during the three hundred years, and it has already penetrated his bones and blood.

Now, it was instinctively awakened by memory, gushing from his bones and blood, feeding back his will and spirit.

"How can you see the sparkle of life without persisting in the end..."

"It's better to indulge in burning instead of lingering, for the sake of the good in your heart, don't compromise until you get old..."

"——Old man, never compromise!"

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