"Go, my student, to deal with your first sealed object." Wen Rensheng nodded to Yang Weite.
"Yes, my heavenly father." Yang Weite said respectfully.
Then he walked out of the void and came to the real world.
He walked to the ruins of the battlefield and had to look at them for a while before he could see that this was actually a fortress, but now it was just a ruin.
Only a few places still have complete rooms, and other places have become broken walls.
At the corner of the nearby wall, a wounded soldier quickly noticed him.
But the soldier only took a few glances, then lowered his head to arrange his armor and weapons, and tightened his bandages without saying a word.
"Take me to see your highest officer." Yang Weite put the resurrection staff on the other person's shoulder, and a green light wrapped around the soldier.
The soldier looked in surprise as the wound on his arm healed rapidly.
"Who are you?" The soldier finally cheered up, stood up, and asked in surprise.
"I come from the kingdom of God, and I came here to seal a demon." Yang Weite did not become the Riddler, and he did not like Tyrell.
"Sealed demon, are you talking about the demon tide? Are you a messenger of God?" The soldier was dubious, but this did not prevent him from shouting loudly.
"Come quickly, the messenger of God has arrived!"
"He said he wanted to seal the devil!"
Soon, wounded soldiers in twos and threes nearby, those who could still walk, gathered around.
Their faces were ashen, their bodies were black, smelly, dirty and ragged, and only their weapons had been wiped to look newer.
"Messenger of God? Can you let me go home?" an old soldier begged.
"Let me go home too and never come here."
"let's go."
The soldiers looked at Yang Weite with desperate eyes.
"I can let you go home, but the king can let you come here again." Yang Weite shook his head and said, "Only by sealing the devil can all this be solved."
"The demons are endless and insurmountable. Messenger of God, just let us go to a place where no one can find us." The soldiers said very realistically.
They believed in defeating the devil and saving the kingdom before they came. After they came, no one who survived believed it, because everyone who believed it died.
They didn't escape just because they couldn't escape. They could survive here for a few more days. If they escaped, they would be caught by the fierce knights and hanged on the wall.
Yang Weite glanced at the soldiers.
No one has hope in their eyes, no one.
Everyone despaired of the devil.
He placed the Resurrection Scepter on an armored soldier again, who seemed to be the leader.
Memory acquisition.
This is the spell he learned after becoming the Archmage of the Undead, Heroes of Invincibility, and Azeroth. There are always all kinds of strange spells.
Soon he knew a lot of things.
Demon tide, void demon, resistance, war, knight, fighting spirit...
He saw familiar things from the other party's memory, an iron monster, a tank?
There are also modern weapons.
Also, for ancient people, machine guns, cannons, and tanks were definitely demons.
"Can the demons really not solve it?"
"Why are you desperate?"
He said calmly.
No one answered.
The soldiers looked at him blankly.
They also want to trust each other, but they have been deceived too many times.
The opponent may be very powerful, but the kingdom's great knight is also very powerful, and in the end he was eaten by a fire monster as a snack.
Fortunately, the fire monster seemed to feel comfortable after eating, so he lay on the battlefield and slept, and finally disappeared.
"The reason is very simple. Your own strength remains unchanged, and may even weaken due to fatigue and injuries. Only with increased combat experience, demons keep appearing and getting stronger."
"You only have one life. If one demon dies, ten more will come."
"As long as these two points are resolved, you will have hope."
Yang Weite said with a smile.
The soldiers are not stupid. Even if most of them who have survived to this day are illiterate, they are still as illiterate as Captain Jia.
He seems to be a fool at ordinary times, but when it comes to saving his life, he is smarter than anyone else.
"Can you make our strength increase?" a soldier asked in disbelief.
"How many lives can you give us?" Another soldier asked in surprise.
"Of course, you only need a player template." Yang Weite said with a smile.
He just came out of the dark world.
Among the three major modes of Diablo and ordinary nightmare hell, which player feels that there is no solution?
Not only because you have a lot of lives, but also because you can upgrade and buy unlimited equipment to improve your strength.
The truly terrifying mode is the championship mode. There are only a few people who can pass the level in one life.
"Player template?" The soldiers were confused after hearing this.
"Oh, in other words, do you want to play Gwent? Are you afraid of playing Gwent?"
Yang Weite said, taking out a handful of cards from their memories, including imps, kings, swordsmen, archers, werewolves, and vampires...
"Hahaha, when it comes to this, I am a master in our village. One year, my youngest son was lost, and I insisted on finding him again after winning the championship. By that time, he had already gone home on his own." One of the smartest, with scars on his body
The least soldiers began to get excited.
Because he understood it!
The opponent wants to give him abilities similar to those of a card player!
That is, after death, as long as you still have chips, you can continue to be on the table, and as long as you win, you will have more and more chips, experience will become richer, and you will accumulate more and more good cards.
"Messenger of God, do you mean to give us the power of the card?" More soldiers were still confused.
"No, I want you to become card players. As long as you still have chips, you can live. If you kill a monster, you will get a chip. If you are killed by a monster, you will lose the chips. The more chips you have, the stronger you will be.
Only when you are cleared will you truly die."
The chips are experience points. Killing monsters will gain experience points, and dying in battle will reduce experience points.
Players will not drop levels, this is reality, they will drop levels.
"This, this, messenger of God, please give us such power." Some people in the crowd understood.
They knelt down in surprise and wanted to kiss Yang Weite's feet.
A resistance halo appeared on Yang Weite and bounced them away.
"What do you mean? I still don't understand."
"It's very simple. Next time we fight a monster, we will become card players. After killing the monster, you will get chips. When the monster kills you, you will not die and lose a chip." Someone explained.
More and more people understood and knelt down.
Yang Weit nodded and summoned the red panda.
"Teacher, please give them this ability according to what I just imagined."
"Looking at how awesome you are, I thought you had already mastered it." The red panda said disdainfully.
"I just know the principle, but I don't have that much power." Yang Weite said modestly.
The red panda nodded, and a tentacle appeared faintly and touched his head.
A force was passed to Yang Weite.
He understood how to empower these people.
In fact, it is the digitization of characters, but this is an exclusive ability developed by Wen Rensheng.
Red pandas can rely on their status to get close and borrow something, but Yang Weite cannot.
