Chapter seven hundred and seventy-eight of non-model monks
"The tattoo is successful, your current tattoo points will be increased by 1 point."
Looking at the prompt message that refreshed on his retina, Yi Qiu threw aside the Tyrese Empire soldier who looked numb.
Considering that there is no shortage of materials now, Yi Qiu just performed a sage tattoo training on him.
But maybe because Yi Qiu's thinking has become sharper, his sage tattoo this time is better than before.
The feedback from the tattoo recipients is that the Tyrese Empire soldiers look like they have been beaten up.
Obviously, this situation is excessive force. After all, a sage tattoo is not a one-time deal. Its value lies in its ability to continuously absorb the emotions of the tattooed person.
Speaking of which, the sage tattoo should consume the most resources among the tattoos Yi Qiu is currently training, but considering its benefits in improving tattooing ability.
There are still many Yi Qiu who have idle comprehensive network disaster coins, but there is no problem of excessive cost.
Speaking of sage tattoos, Yi Qiu focused on the ring finger of his third hand:
There, a ring that had been silent for a long time was trying its best to contain its dim light.
"I am not a person who burns bridges across rivers. You have contributed some strength to me."
"Although that is not of your own free will, maybe we can reach a new agreement."
Yi Qiu looked directly at the ancient ghost huddled deep in the Ring of Calm, and he seemed to remember something:
"I will continue to improve you until you reach your limit."
"I don't know what kind of connection you have with the ancient evil being, but if you can gain control of your will after strengthening..."
"I will keep you to fight for me."
Yi Qiu is in contact with this being who, strictly speaking, is part of the will of the real ancient ghost.
The existence of evil does not depend on the strict independent will.
Sometimes, it is difficult to interpret a truly complete independent consciousness.
For example: when an ancient evil thing is gathered into countless tiny filthy bodies.
Generally speaking, according to the relevant definitions of the Arcane Council and the Evil Research Organization:
In general, among evil objects and their descendants, the unit with the most powerful life level will be regarded as the location of its main will.
Although based on the loose life structure of some evil things, this definition is not so precise.
But in many cases, it can still be used more generally.
Needless to say, when Yi Qiu expressed his thoughts, the ancient ghost huddled in the Ring of Calm immediately carefully conveyed the meaning of surrender.
As early as Yi Qiu gained extraordinary perception, it had been trying its best to reduce its sense of existence to prevent it from being used as a fishing prop by Yi Qiu, who had a bad record.
What's more, Yi Qiu, who has now become a legendary monk, has no idea of resistance in the consciousness of the ancient ghost.
And as the ancient ghost surrendered, new prompts began to appear on Yi Qiu's retina:
"Your relationship with the Ring of Calm has been improved, and the conditions for you to summon the ancient ghosts have been changed to: the user has the intention to summon the ancient ghosts."
"PS: Although you do not need to consume additional resources to summon this unit, you must pay the basic cost of its embodied body, otherwise the summoned unit may be continuously weakened."
Yi Qiu touched his bald head and looked away from the trembling Ring of Calm.
The sage's tattoo can provide a steady stream of calm power to the Ring of Calm.
Yi Qiu felt that within the mission period, it should not be that difficult to upgrade the ancient ghosts of the Ring of Tranquility to legendary strength.
After all, his comprehensive network disaster coins are quite rich.
Moreover, the material in this plane is more abundant than he imagined...
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"Is this the soldier who escaped from the battlefield?"
The old general of the Tyrese Empire looked at the dull-looking soldiers in front of him, and he wondered whether these were actually his soldiers.
After all, the soldiers of the Tyrese Empire have many brutal prefixes, but they do not include: dull...
"His consciousness seems to have been damaged by a very violent impact, and there is something unknown parasitic in his body."
"When he developed anger or fear, even the built-in spiritual conversion device failed to convert it, and was absorbed by it..."
Next to the old general, a forbidden scholar in the army frowned and said.
"I recommend destroying it directly. I'm not sure if this is some kind of special plague or a targeted curse."
"If it is allowed to spread to the entire army, I don't think General you would expect such a thing to happen..."
The taboo scholar said with a serious face that he felt this was a very dangerous discovery.
"No, wait a moment..."
But unexpectedly, the old general did not order this dull-looking soldier to be dealt with.
In the eyes of taboo scholars and others, this guy is a complete loser.
He is worthless, not even scum.
After all, without the production of any negative emotions, he will be completely insulated from the forbidden weapons.
"There must be something hidden in this..."
"My intuition tells me that this thing must exist..."
The old general walked around the room several times, but he still couldn't catch the vague idea.
"Let him be locked up in isolation first. I need more information..."
The old general ordered someone to take the soldier away, although strictly speaking he was not a deserter.
However, under the current severe situation of the Tyrese Empire, he must sacrifice for this.
"Perhaps this is a sign of kindness from the other party. I remember that there seems to be a commandment among monks about abstaining from killing."
Suddenly, a guard battalion commander expressed his opinion.
"Mercy? Maybe you should go and see the battlefield between the Third Reich Army and that guy. Then you will know how ridiculous what you said is!"
"Mercy forged from broken bones, blood and cries?"
"Ah!"
A battalion commander who once belonged to the Third Reich Army immediately retorted fiercely. He seemed very excited.
After all, many of those dead soldiers and officers were his old acquaintances.
"Anyway, he didn't kill the soldier, so there must be some information inside that we don't know!"
Another battalion commander expressed his opinion and agreed with the old general's idea.
"Perhaps he is conducting some experiments that require a large amount of living materials?"
At this moment, the taboo scholar from before suddenly spoke up.
"There is a certain possibility, but as far as I know about the monks, this behavior is not recognized by their mainstream voices."
The old general frowned. After the accident, he had read all the information about the group of monks.
But this still made him confused, because the other party didn't behave like a standard monk...