178.Chapter 178 – Advanced Psychic Master

Chapter 178 – Advanced Psychic

As one of the few oldest creatures in this world.

The Mourning Wood’s life form was quite primitive.

Therefore, the ancestral wood’s “spiritual affinity” was terrifyingly high.

Quirkus, as a quarter of the root of the Ancestral Wood, naturally inherited this characteristic.

As for the method of “killing” himself, it came from Saberia.

To be precise, it came from Barry Gittler’s research.

Having more control than Barry, Quirkus completely separated his consciousness, soul mass, and even his body – the tree.

He then distributed the soul mass to his “friends” to help them grow into “alpha creatures”.

They then summoned a large number of dead souls from the Underworld and made a giant figurine in which they hid to avoid the attraction of the Shadow Realm and the Underworld.

This is how the colorless tree was born.

Its vitality was blocked by the figurine, which was a dead soul.

Although Quirkus was not dead, the tree was.

It was an undead tree controlled by living souls.

Just like George.

Only in reverse.

…

“That’s where the challenge to common sense comes in ……”

Heine expressed incomprehension.

In his perception, consciousnesses and soul qualities from different sources would be exclusive, which was why Barry’s shapeshifter experiments had met with failure.

A similar problem had occurred when Megumi had possessed a non-dematerialized Naga.

So why was it that Quirkus’ soul quality was accepted by Cayenne and the others, and even became a boss as a result?

If he himself could learn this, wouldn’t he be able to upgrade his players in place?
“How did you make it possible for them to accept your soul quality and become stronger?” He asked.

“It’s simple ……”

Quirkus spoke slowly.

…

It turned out that Quirkus had “remodeled” them, Kayuna.

He was born a high-level psychic.

Therefore, Barry’s theories were practiced in greater depth, and even things that existed only in Barry’s imagination could be realized by him.

There was nothing else, the genjutsu affinity was too high.

It was also a forceful brick flyer of sorts.

And this kind of transformation may seem difficult to understand to others, but Heine is more and more familiar with it ……

Isn’t this a player!

Cayenne They were similarly broken down into three parts by Quirkus:

Consciousness, soul mass, and body.

Corresponding respectively:

Player’s Consciousness, Soulfire, and Skeleton Body.

It’s exactly the same!
Although all aspects have been magically altered, the core concept is the same.

It also retains the growth of these “alpha creatures”.

It’s like the player can upgrade.

As for the dense fog at the core of the Blight Trail, it is their “resurrection pool”.

Isn’t this a fish pond?
No wonder these guys fell asleep as soon as they entered.

Wait ……

Heine frowned again.

This was like a fish pond, but on second thought, it was different from a fish pond in many ways.

First of all, players don’t become dull just because they’re low in level-knowledge doesn’t diminish because of weakened strength.

Secondly, fishponds don’t bind players.

It’s nothing more than a bathhouse for accelerated recovery.

It didn’t mean that players could just die and be resurrected from the fishpond when they died, as long as they registered their name with the fishpond.

Although he didn’t dare to do this experiment until now, he didn’t think that the Lord’s Mansion’s fishpond was this virtuous.

It was more of a “curse” than a “benefit”.

It was clearly permanent slavery.

Unless the blighted creatures here are able to attach their consciousness to a cloud of tainted blood and be taken away by the dagger by chance, like Daelin, they will be trapped here for the rest of their lives.

That’s the essential difference.

…

Heine’s expression was noticed by Quirkus.

“Looks like you guessed it too.”

It sighed.

“What I thought was a well-intentioned gesture has led to an even greater mistake …… What difference is there between me doing this and the guys who create magical webs by enslaving ‘spirits’?”

Heine: “You mean those spirit embers above the mist?”

“Is that what you call those dead spirits?…… Yes, they did not come from the magic web overhead, but were created by my own hands.

“For a flying insect, coming back from the dead for the first time may be a surprise, but repeating it countless times until it is completely numb, losing touch with life and turning into a puppet that can only follow instructions is not considered life.

“The flying insects are still like this, the higher the spiritual intelligence the more intense the pain and struggle of life, so over time, this pain seeped into that fog and it was contaminated. More and more spirit embers appeared outside the walls, blocking the place off completely. “Just as the magic web binds ‘spirits’ and I bind life, we are no longer much different.

“And so, instead of being contained, the blight intensified as I disappeared, showing signs of getting out of control.

“I, on the other hand, was trapped by my own undead body. While the spirit figurine was able to isolate the contamination, it also isolated the possibility of me sending messages to the outside world ……”

It sighed heartily as it said this.

“Luckily you came and I had time to remedy the situation.”

Heine nodded slightly.

“Was that ‘you’re finally here’ a distress signal you left behind?”

“Yes. It was a message I left on the ‘spirits’ to tell the other side that if anyone could communicate with them.

“I’ve talked to another human before, you’re a lot like him, you have the same ability to communicate with spirits, and many of my ideas are inspired by him.

“If anyone can save me, it can only be one of your kind.”

Heine’s heart fluttered, “Your ideas for transforming Cayenne and the others came from him as well? And the fog outside?”

Quirkus was surprised, “Yes, do you know him? I think he calls himself some kind of Duke.”

Sure enough, it was him ……

Heine drifted off.

This was undoubtedly the Archduke of Macara at the time.

It seemed that he was also a psychic, so it was no wonder that he was able to discover the five spells on the territory.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know much about him, after all, it’s been too long since then.”

“Yeah, it’s too long past for me, let alone a human.”

Quirkus lamented.

“How can I help you?” Heine then asked.

“Kill me and send me to the Shadow Realm by ‘banishing the undead’.”

Quirkus replied, “I’ll take all the hatred, anger and remorse I’ve accumulated from the past to the Shadow Realm, along with these spirit embers.

“In the land of the dead, we shall rest in peace. Like fallen leaves blending into the soil, the dead deserve a long rest and should not be subjected to such destruction.

“But before that, you had better burrow into my trunk. My spirit figurines have absorbed too much death aura in the past, and you may not be able to withstand this level of flushing.”

“Good.”

Heine didn’t have the slightest idea of showing off.

He estimated that the death qi Quirkus had accumulated might not be neutralized even if the three Holy Light Accumulation Wells were added together.

As long as such an existence died, the death qi here alone would be enough for him to be promoted to Witch Demon in place, and would definitely go to the Underworld instead of the Shadow Realm.

At that time, it would either be fished back by others as a big fish, or actively bite the hook and come back to become a witch demon.

Either way, it’s a Thanatos, bah, tree.

So its scenario was the superior one.

The good news is that this way the Blight Trail will finally be gone.

The bad news is it’s going to be a death mark.

……

……

“You said he knew my sister?” Daelin asked in surprise.

Somewhere in the mist, Graymoon had just finished telling the story of Jianglu.

–The part she knew.

“That’s for sure.” Ashmoon said, “Why else would this dagger be in his skeleton’s hand? What, you don’t want to see her?”

“No, it’s just this way …… Am I considered an undead creature now? Sister she hates undead ……”

Gray Moon was silent.

She couldn’t really say anything to enlighten her …… because she hated undead as well.

But she couldn’t say why she hated it.

Desecrating the dead and spreading the plague?

Come to think of it, she hadn’t really seen necromancy run amok in all her life.

Thanks to the cooperation between the Emerald Leaf Court and Eternal Dawn, the slightest necromancer in the east would be exterminated, so it was only sporadically distributed in the mountains of Makara.

I heard that most of the necromancers were in the Luku Plains, but that was just what I heard.

Instead, there was more of the ravaging power of the Blight.

Even so, she couldn’t resist the Blight Bow, not since the beginning.

Elves and blight enemy for so many years, but in the end the most hate is the undead who have not seen a few times ……

Gray Moon now also vaguely feel strange, where did this “power cleansing fetish” come from?
She was thinking about it when she suddenly felt the wind pick up.

In her field of vision, those hidden silver light spots like meteors flying towards the back, and more meteors converge in the distance.

“Is this …… that inside?”

Quirkus was absorbing them?
Suddenly, a sound of flapping wings rang out.

She looked up to see a beautiful giant eagle whose feathers emitted a faint glow.

Feathers of Radiance?

It had apparently seen this place as well and flapped its wings to land.

It was only then that Graymoon realized that it had two people on its back and two more in its claws.

Four skeletons, to be exact.

(End of chapter)