Eight hundred and thirtieth chapters the beginning of the disaster
Killing, blood, death...
The corpses and the enemy's resentful gazes are just insignificant embellishments.
The blood flowing on the ground was like a living river, thick and disgusting.
This is pure killing, meaningless and worthless.
Everything, just because it exists.
So, it destroys...
Destroy all beauty and light, shatter all kindness and watchfulness.
Shatter the world of the living and the dead into pieces!
"ah!!"
Locke woke up from the nightmare-like scene. He felt like he had been dreaming for a long time.
He could no longer remember the content of the dream.
I only vaguely remember the smell of rust that will never go away...
Locke felt a little nauseous, and he felt as if his consciousness had been ravaged by something.
When he tried to massage his head, he was stunned by the smoothness in his hands.
etc……
Where is my hair?
When I saw the smooth head projected on the display screen of the resident instrument.
Locke was convinced of one thing: he had indeed lost all his hair.
But at this time, he remembered the more real existence of the foreign legendary existence that almost caused him to die.
When he turned his head suddenly, he saw nothing.
The whole room was empty, he was the only one.
On the table further away, a statue with eight arms and a bald head lay quietly there.
Locke keenly discovered that the surface of the statue seemed to have become smoother.
"Is it an illusion?"
Locke climbed up from the cold floor, leaving a wet and greasy pattern behind.
But Locke didn't pay attention to these at the moment. He turned on his resident detection equipment.
Because of the related programs of the instrument, all the above information has been cleared.
However, the continuously running detection equipment faithfully recorded the scene during his coma.
Locke opened the video with some trembling, and the next moment, the bald head that he could never forget appeared in front of him.
"call……"
Locke collapsed on the ground. He exhaled a heavy breath as if he had put down some burden.
At least, this is not an illusion...
After all, even if he pays a heavy price, he still wants the Alliance people to know that this planet has its own name!
After calming down his spirit, Locke stood up and continued watching the video.
The length of the video is not long. After all, judging from the time displayed on the instrument, he was unconscious for only more than 2 hours.
Judging from the content of the video, Baldhead only looked at the statue after he fell into coma.
Then it suddenly disappeared, as if the video had lost its frame.
But Locke knew that it was not a frame loss in the video.
But the other party really left through some means unknown to him.
After all, that's probably how he got here...
After drinking several large cans of a drink called Happy Water version 57.3, Locke got into a small factory without monitoring equipment.
Even though he did not have the authority to develop the civilian protection system for the alliance.
But he instinctively rejects it, which stems from the system of alliance generation.
Only in the dark room inside the small factory could he feel truly relaxed.
"Snapped."
Locke turned on the old lighting equipment powered by primitive nuclear energy, and then took out an original piece of paper without any mechanical implants.
Later, he wrote above:
"In the year 1843 of the Cantilever Department's Lanli calendar, Qing, I summoned a legendary being from a foreign land, and he taught me an unknown skill called: The Way of Killing - Disaster.
Maybe I brought disaster, but that was not what I expected.
Because what I prefer is to become a disaster - a disaster for the alliance!
Ancestors, bless me, I will eventually let this galaxy know your name!
——Rock-Sass
"
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"You have taught an intelligent being, and based on the situation that the other party currently knows, you have gained 1 point of professional experience as a traveler."
Looking at the information displayed on the retina, Yi Qiu touched his bald head.
The complete path of practice: Disaster is an inheritance that only beings who have reached the level of extraordinary life are eligible to receive.
However, after some research, Yi Qiu discovered that some forms of extraordinary skills can be castrated so that beings below the extraordinary can pass them on.
Of course, even though it is just a castrated version, not all mortal things are qualified to bear it.
It requires a will test, which is not low for a mortal creature. Only after passing the will test can this part of the castrated version of the inheritance be successfully obtained.
Moreover, based on the fact that this inheritance itself is developed for extraordinary beings, all its inheritance information is also formed around this aspect.
Therefore, even if it is a castrated version of inheritance, its essence is only some basic and low-intensity inheritance parts.
As for mortals, during the process of inheritance training, they must face a problem:
That is to use the will of a mortal to touch areas that only extraordinary beings can enter.
During the training process, all creatures must face the will test caused by this natural difference in life at all times.
Every training session is a difficult test of will.
It seems that its lower limit has become lower, but in fact, the scope of this castrated version of inheritance has become even narrower.
These are the relevant revelations Yi Qiu obtained after carefully studying the practitioner's career system.
In fact, this is not a very deep development.
But for Yi Qiu, he had never focused on these aspects before.
Time is limited, and before he can become a legend, he must choose to put his limited time on more important things.
Although with a young body of less than 30 years old, he has reached the realm of legend.
But for Yi Qiu, he didn't feel that this was enough to make him feel proud, or even arrogant.
Although the emotions of mortal things will appear pale and weak when faced with the erosion of the time pattern.
But the wisdom of mortal things is obviously not like this...
At least for Yi Qiu, he still absorbed enough thinking nutrients from his former mortal life.
In the realm of pure thinking that does not involve power, the wisdom of mortal things is not worthless.
On the contrary, perhaps it is precisely because of the suppression of power that thinking can give birth to more brilliant sparks.
After all, just like Yi Qiu now, when he has not encountered a strong enemy.
The stagnation in thinking will not affect his behavior.
Because fists are enough to crush those beings who try to make him use his brain.
But in other fields, he needs a certain amount of wisdom or experience to supplement it.
At this time, the essence of the wisdom of all things in the material world has its value...