"You can start!" Joan of Arc urged impatiently after introducing some knowledge about heroic spirits to the idiot.
The fool held the Frostmourne stuck in Hans's body, activated the power of the sword and emitted a blue halo, extracting the energy from Hans' soul.
"The two fools have already started." The subconscious mind felt the situation of the soul, and transmitted the perfected self-made memory, combined with the extraction power of Frostmourne projected by Hans. What started to be transmitted next was the darkness in the space.
"Then, before I leave, I have a few final words for you, little bastard. First of all, dream casting can only be regarded as a toy. You can study in this way how to use the power derived from the soul of the previous life. Secondly, for the treasure
Use tools and think more about the knowledge in your memory. The video production and editing techniques we have a rough grasp of are only the most insignificant of what we have learned."
Hans nodded, "I understand--"
"Finally! And the most important point!" Subconsciously squinted, "When you grow up, you must have a big harem! If you don't accept all the time travellers, do you still deserve to be called a time traveler! Don't embarrass your predecessors!
Remember to borrow one to talk when the time comes~"
"Borrow one to talk?" Hans didn't think much about it at first, but then he suddenly reacted, "Damn it, my surname is not Chen, and you've disappeared, how can I still see you!?"
"You can burn it to me~" With the words, the subconscious figure gradually became illusory, and all the darkness on the body gradually disappeared, and finally left a ball of light, and the entire space and light automatically merged with Hans!
Hans got to know the energy and memory left behind by his subconscious mind, "Don't always have unreal thoughts about the world you live in. The memory of the development of people and things in previous lives is more based on the memories I left behind.
Cognition of past life environment. Don’t always take my past and substitute it into your present. The reality of the past is for me; for your understanding of this life, you have just started from scratch. For you
, life is more real now, just think of the past life as a dream. If you need to talk about me to others, just talk about the adult consciousness born in the dream... As the subconscious part of the soul energy, there is also the control of the subconscious.
The methods are all left to you. Think about the basic operations of computers, codes, and databases in your memory, and the functions that can be achieved by using these. This is our most precious wealth of knowledge... Finally, after you wake up, I
It will compete with Alsace's consciousness for control of his body. After you can control him, try to format me. All the pain and torture I have experienced in my past life so far, I hope it can disappear like data without feeling..."
A Fool, who was extracting Hans' memory at this time, was shocked by the scene in Hans' memory that he saw for the first time. "This is really... surprising! He actually knows me so well... Luo Dan
"Don't talk nonsense!" Joan of Arc urged urgently! "He knows a lot! Hurry up -" But just halfway through the words of urging, he was interrupted by a sudden situation!
"Ah! What's wrong with me...this pain, and this mental...inexplicable hunger and fatigue!" Alsace let go of the hilt of the sword, covering his head with one hand, and the other
He turned his hand to support his back, and Hans, who was trapped in the ice, slowly floated into the air! The ice shattered, and ice cubes flew everywhere! Hans slowly opened his eyes.
"Get out! Move yourself! I am not a Spartan!" Hans said to the Frostmourne stuck in his chest, and Frostmourne slowly withdrew. Hans looked at the hole in his chest, first his body shape
Illusion, then turned into reality, and the penetrating wound disappeared.
"Hans!"*2
"Shut up!" Hans didn't even look at the nanny duo and told them to shut up. He waved Frostmourne and came to his hand honestly. "You should be called the traitor, Lich King, you idiot.
Illidan is far less betrayed than you. You betrayed the Holy Light and justice you followed, your own country and people, your lover and mentor, and you betrayed the king and master to whom you were loyal."
"What did you do to me... uh uh uh...!" Alsace felt like he couldn't control his body! He wanted to continue talking, but found that he couldn't control his mouth! "You can get out of here!"
Another voice came from Alsace's mouth!
"It's you now?" Hans' question made everyone feel puzzled.
"Well, it's me. Even if it's the remnant, it's not something that others can fight against. It's my main body." His subconscious controlled Alsace's mouth and said.
"Then what happens next..." Hans hesitated.
"You can control his actions first, and then pull me out. Then you can play with this living dead as you wish~" The subconscious tone was still so out of tune.
"Get out! Don't make me angry! I don't like this!" Hans rolled his eyes at A Fool controlled by his subconscious, then took action to control A Fool's actions and peeled his subconscious out of his body.
Come out. An illusory, almost invisible, fat man with a fourth-class disabled figure appears.
"Let's do it." The subconscious words made everyone nervous.
"Isn't there... a better choice?" Hans hesitated.
"Be a damn man, you can't be cured or saved, just wait to die. That's my current state. Don't be nagging, just wipe it out quickly. There are still a lot of troubles that need you to wipe your ass quickly.
"The subconscious words strengthened Hans' determination. Hans closed his eyes and recalled the feeling of using power left by his subconscious.
Not long after, Hans opened his eyes, summoned the laptop to float in front of him, opened the screen, placed his hands on the keyboard, Hans took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and looked at
The computer screen said, "In the name of Administrator, I will delete you according to your wish." Hans said while tapping the keyboard. Soon Hans stopped tapping the keyboard and turned his eyes.
Subconscious, "Ask me one last time, perform the deletion operation, Yes or No?" With the subconscious nodding slowly and waving goodbye, Hans pressed the enter key hard, and the thin figure of the subconscious seemed to be erased.
The fallen pencil is just like a drawing, starting from the feet and disappearing a little bit upwards.