Chapter 301 Turning fiction into reality, burning with hatred
This troop transport fleet, which numbered dozens of ships and belonged to the Templar Legion of the Glorious Kingdom, was accompanied by sailors and many soldiers on each ship. The total number of personnel was approximately 500,000.
At first glance there seems to be a lot of people.
But in fact, even if these 500,000 people are multiplied seven to eight hundred times, the number will reach hundreds of millions.
Then these hundreds of millions of people were devoured alive with their bones and souls by wizards like Mycenir who followed the blood sacrifice route. It was only enough for him to climb from a mortal to the rank of Morning Star.
This is even the most ideal result after eliminating all negative interference from fate.
Because this entire cultivation process has not yet counted the key witchcraft that must be mastered and integrated on the road to promotion, as well as the large amount of "materials" and experimental products that are required to study and practice these witchcraft.
But Mu Cang, relying only on the hatred of these 500,000 people and the majestic hatred images of them trying their best to kill each other, easily climbed to the rank of Morning Star, and at the same time, he also condensed a reason for gathering and dispersing.
The body of the heart.
Why is this so? Why is the gap so big?
The reason is simple, because people are generally different.
Many times, this difference is like that between humans and gods.
For example, Mu Cang.
For an "outside" existence like him whose life and spiritual essence far exceeds ordinary people's imagination, and who possesses a large number of ancient Gendaya witchcraft and secret scriptures, if he wants to use a bit of "qualifications" to maximize the effect,
It's a piece of cake.
"I haven't experienced this kind of low-intensity power for a long time."
Mu Cang closed his eyes slightly, feeling the power of hatred slowly flowing in the body, "Well, the body is a bit ordinary and needs to be rebuilt."
Wow——
An extremely strong hatred suddenly erupted from him explosively.
Hisssssss~
Countless tens of thousands of tons of atmosphere and ocean within a kilometer radius in all directions were instantly agitated by this materialized hatred and continuously emitted bursts of fierce piercing sounds.
In just a few seconds, the hatred welling up in Mu Cang's body became more and more intense, and even took on a concrete form.
Wisps of red and black mist, accompanied by roars and roars, violently erupted from all over its body surface.
Huhuhu~
The black and red mist gathered more and more, and it suddenly condensed into clusters of deep whirlpools as it washed and circulated.
These seemed to be whirlpools filled with majestic evil thoughts, and eventually even stacked up to cover a vast area tens of thousands of meters in diameter around Mu Cang.
If you look at it from the distant sea, you will see a huge ball composed of billions of black and red whirlpools filled with boundless malice suddenly appearing between the boundless sea and sky.
And at the center of this black-red entity of hatred, Mu Cang, who had turned into a blood-red skeleton, suddenly appeared.
Hissssss——
Surrounding the surroundings, wisps of black and red mist slowly condensed into pitch black threads with an icy color.
Once these threads appeared, they quickly flew to the surface of the skeleton as if they were alive and adhered tightly to it.
Then the threads of hatred, like muscle fibers, kept appearing and layered on the surface of the skull.
Soon, Mu Cang evolved from a skeleton state to a skinless muscle state.
He raised his arm, which was built with strong muscles from the materialized hatred, and made a fist with a little force.
boom!
The atmosphere suddenly exploded, roaring and shooting out thousands of huge vacuum beams that flew in all directions and hit the sea in parabolas.
Boom boom boom!
As a result, the vast sea surface that had slowly calmed down was once again blasted with bumps and waves.
Mu Cang looked at all this and smiled:
"Sure enough, the optimized Demonic Body of Hatred is much better than the previous body that only had a shape."
Then, bursts of crisp sounds of fierce metal collision appeared.
The numerous muscle bundles on his demonic body were instantly tightly wrapped by pieces of thick and ferocious armor and stomach.
Yes, no skin.
Mu Cang had no intention of walking in the fantasy realm as a "human".
In an instant, he transformed into an image of a demon king about two and a half meters tall, covered from head to toe in thick black and red armor, and covered with dense and ferocious barbs.
But at this moment, a dozen white-robed wizards exuding a strong aura of light suddenly flew over from the other side of the turbulent sea.
"Are the people coming from the harbor direction from the Glory Kingdom? Did they discover the shipwreck just now?"
Looking at the wizards who were approaching quickly with his eyes that emitted a strong scarlet light, Mu Cang shook his head and said indifferently, "It doesn't matter if it's true or not, it's just the right time."
After saying that, he slowly opened his mouth and roared violently at the group of wizards flying in the distance.
boom!
In an instant, a black sound wave visible to the naked eye rushed straight towards the wizards in the distance who were unable to dodge without spreading at all.
The sound wave spanned a distance of tens of thousands of meters in an instant and suddenly enveloped all these white-robed wizards.
In an instant, the world in their eyes became hazy and chaotic.
Left becomes up, down becomes back, and front becomes right.
After a moment, these directions changed randomly again.
After another moment, the direction changed again.
One second and ten seconds, one moment and one change.
Along with the strange changes in the sense of direction, the unforgettable people who have appeared in every wizard's life memory, no matter hatred or love, no matter blood relatives or old friends, all suddenly appeared in front of them, and they used the most terrible witchcraft of these wizards. , consuming the magic power in these wizards' bodies, roaring and blasting them all towards these wizards.
And in the external real world.
Boom boom boom boom!
Along with the sound of explosions, these wizards who were stagnant in the sky had inexplicable waves of extremely strong magic power erupting from their bodies.
It's like they're beating themselves up.
Then, these wizards were wiped out in an instant.
"People with fragile hearts..."
Mu Cang looked at the dozen or so wizards whose flesh and blood melted and their souls disintegrated in an instant, leaving only a pile of tragic corpses falling into the sea below, and said indifferently, "They are not worthy of having power."
In fact, the attack just now named "Sound of Sorrow" had neither specific spells nor ritual incantations, and was purely a game created by Mu Cang.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! It is his combined use of magic, information, and tachyons, the essence of witchcraft and fantasy realms.
Because of the existence of tachyons, all power and information transmission in the fantasy realm is so fast, far exceeding the speed of the real universe.
One moment can cross hundreds of millions of miles.
Moreover, this speed can easily fluctuate with the interference and influence of the spiritual consciousness of life.
Therefore, as long as Mu Cang thinks about it, he can attack far away areas with just a snap of his fingers.
As long as he wants to, he can perceive information from far away.
Mu Cang stood with his hands behind his back in the boundless sky, shook his head and sighed:
"These creatures living in the fantasy realm don't know how to use this power at all."
he thinks.
In a sense, the fantasy realm is a space-time realm that uses information to "disguise" as the material world. The accuracy of this "disguise" even reaches the level of elementary particles.
In other words, all beings whose perception ability does not reach the level of basic particles cannot perceive the true nature of the fantasy realm.
A strong person who can achieve this kind of perception accuracy refers to a high-ranking sage in the real universe, and an ancient myth in the fantasy realm.
Only this kind of life form, which stands at the pinnacle of reality and illusion, is qualified to perceive and truly touch the basic composition and essential structure of the fantasy realm.
But Mu Cang (distracted) is an exception.
At present, Mu Cang (Distracted), who has only reached the "strong" city-blasting level in terms of combat power or roughly speaking, life level, surprisingly has "weak" such as high-ranking sages and ancient myths in advance.
"An area that can only be touched by the strong men at the river system level.
This immediately gave him the combat power to surpass the Huiyue level and even the Shining Sun level with only the Morning Star level.
"The Kingdom of Glory."
Mu Cang looked at the long coastline thousands of miles away and smiled suddenly, "Since you are so close to me, let's say hello."
After saying that, dozens of millions of pitch-black plant roots suddenly grew out of the vast tumbling sea below him.
These are all the products of Mu Cang's materialized hatred based on the basic information structure at the bottom of the fantasy realm.
In other words, he can now use ethereal emotions or images to build "real" matter layer by layer starting from the microscopic level.
That is, turning the imaginary into reality.
The hateful emotions and images that permeate the world can provide Mu Cang with an inexhaustible source of "material".
All atoms and molecules can be easily constructed as long as he wants to.
Kakaka!
Countless black rhizomes growing on the sea surface quickly gathered together and formed a mass, suddenly blooming into clusters of huge flower buds the size of a stadium.
Suddenly, nearly a hundred huge red and black eyeballs seemed to appear on the vast sea, which made people feel chilled all over.
"The Angry Poison King Cannon."
Mu Cang raised his hand slightly and controlled the hundreds of giant flower bones below to aim at the coast thousands of miles away. He smiled softly and said, "Fire."
All the flower bones slowly lifted up, opened suddenly, and quickly spit out huge black shiny spheres with a diameter of a hundred meters.
Boom boom boom boom!
One of the first black balls launched flew at a speed of tens of Mach, crossed a long distance of thousands of miles in just over 20 seconds, fell from the sky surrounded by layers of fire, and crashed into the busy and noisy port of the glorious country.
With the huge mass and extreme speed, the kinetic energy carried by the black ball at this time is simply terrifying to the point of being beyond comparison.
However, the speed of the attack was so fast that the people of the Holy Sword Sun at the harbor only had time to raise their blank faces and take one last look at the sky.
This glance is the end of this life.
boom!
In the cave where countless thousands of people were shaking, a violent flash of fire suddenly hit the ground like a black ball like a black sun.
At this moment, whether air, sea water, rocks, or other materials, all "melted" into terrifying light and heat.
The entire harbor and even the larger area of land were turned into a sea of scorching light.
What's even more shocking is that the black ball that completed the first kill did not stop its journey, but continued to jump and roll forward, and then collapsed several areas before completely losing all kinetic energy, holding on to the extremely damaged body.
The "body" penetrates diagonally into the mountains two thousand miles away from the original seaport.
As the collision stopped, a certain mechanism of the black ball was suddenly triggered, and a large amount of hatred absorbed from the killing process suddenly surged in its core, breaking through the ball.
boom!
In an instant, the sky and the earth shook for hundreds of miles.
This majestic mountain range, which stretched for tens of thousands of miles like a winding dragon, was blown apart by the explosion and turned into a broken dragon.
[An app that has been running stably for many years. It is comparable to the old book-chasing tool. It is used by all old bookworms.
ah."
Mu Cang closed his eyes slightly, silently feeling the image of destruction lingering between heaven and earth, and the realm that was stagnant at the early stage of Morning Star surged again.
At this moment, dozens of wizards exuding the aura of the majestic morning star flew from all directions in the sky. Filled with such furious hatred that they almost exploded, they each used various powerful witchcraft to attack fiercely.
Mu Cang.
"Just saying hello, why are you so excited?"
As soon as these light words reached the ears of dozens of Morning Star wizards, they immediately aroused fierce anger deep in their hearts.
Wow!
Streams of pitch-black flames ignited from the souls of these wizards, instantly burning through their souls and spreading throughout their flesh and blood bodies.
Without even being able to utter a scream, these wizards burst into flames and collapsed in mid-air, turning into countless pieces of blackened flesh and falling to the ground.
This isn't the end yet.
The relatively complete internal organs, pieces of meat, and skeletons among the remains of dozens of wizards softened, became necrotic, and fragmented at an extremely rapid rate after the death of the main body.
In the end, all the wizards turned into pools of black blood exuding scorching flames.
This is Mu Cang's basic ability to practice the Queen of Mori branch - burning heart with hatred.
Those who are too weak must remain 100% humble in front of him.
Don't be angry, don't be angry.
Otherwise, this hatred and anger will use the magic power in the body as "fuel" to instantly ignite the soul and body.
This invisible magic fire will not affect physical matter, but it will be extremely domineering and cause the body, bones, internal organs, and even the smallest cells to irreversibly die. In a short period of time, the body will be burned to death, the skeleton will collapse, and the organs will be destroyed.
Burned, and finally turned into a pool of filthy blood emitting flames and heat.
If you want to resist this kind of demonic fire ignited from the depths of your soul, you must have an extremely high level of life, or your control over your body and soul has reached an extremely low level, so that you can cut off and abandon it at will without damaging your own foundation.
Or the vitality is extremely strong, and a large amount of vitality is used to drown and consume this terrible flame.
But all other weak people will have no choice but to die violently in the face of this demonic fire.
At this moment, Mu Cang, who had become more and more powerful, with his heightened sense of perception, could faintly sense a very weak material wave that did not belong to the realm of fantasy at all.
You must know that many substances in the fantasy realm are still information in essence, information that is "disguised" as real matter at the level of basic particles.
Just like the billions of people who died just now, it's all just information.
By analogy, it is like an intelligent NPC in a large open game.
It's just that these NPCs are all spiritual and a kind of information-state life.
But this faintly appearing material wave obviously comes from real matter and real elementary particles.
"So? Is there a life from the real material world that has arrived in Anzel's world?"
He slowly turned his head and looked thousands of miles away.
All the way in that direction is the destination of the troop transport fleet - the bloody ocean.
"Interesting, who could it be?"
Mu Cang immediately used more than ten kinds of divination, prediction, and prophetic witchcraft from the country of Gendaya, and began to calculate the unknown number of "outsiders" with unknown identities somewhere in the bloody ocean.
In an instant, bursts of mysterious and profound witchcraft auras and magic waves spread from the surface of his body.
During this period, several groups of Morning Star wizards came to kill him.
But all of them died tragically not far from Mu Cang, turning into black blood on the ground.
After a long time, the aura and waves dissipated.
Mu Cang also calculated various information about the "outsiders" in the bloody ocean.
