Todd returned to his human form and looked at the two people in front of him: "Can I understand that it means giving up being a human being?"
Meredith nodded: "If you hope to continue to use the Tyrant's abilities, you will eventually enter the Tyrant's second form, which is equivalent to giving up your human identity."
"Then what is the training you are talking about?"
"The prerequisite for supporting the second form of the tyrant is not only physical changes, but also the enhancement of mental power. Only through repeated training can one obtain the mental power that matches the tyrant form and be able to use this ability flexibly. Have you ever seen
The Cú Chulainn who passed by used training to obtain the mental strength necessary for the tyrant form, supporting him to transform into the tyrant's second form."
Todd turned his attention to Meredith: "So, Cu Chulainn chose the second path. He was determined to give up the human body and retain the form of a tyrant."
The latter nodded and said: "Yes, but the problem is that he has only stayed here for a year, and the training is far from complete. His spirit is still unable to support the second form of the tyrant for a long time. It won't be long before his
There will still be mental problems. Todd, if you need my advice, then I recommend you to choose the first path like me, try your best to abandon the tyrant's ability and maintain the human form."
Todd sat cross-legged, looking at his human body without saying a word.
At this time, Scathach suddenly spoke: "The power of choice is in your hands. Whether you choose a stable existence or dangerous power, everything is in your mind."
After being silent for a long time, Todd raised his head and looked at Scathach: "I have some things that need to be completed. Before completing these things, I can't hide and enjoy a comfortable life. This is like the autumn cicada in
It has been hiding in the soil for seven years. Knowing that it will only have a week's life after it breaks out of the soil, it can only climb up the branches without hesitation."
Meredith was a little anxious: "Todd, I understand you. You are not one of those careerists who longs for power. The power of a tyrant is not necessary for you."
"No, that's not the case. The power of the tyrant is very important to me. As you know, I am the king of Muxi City, but when I first arrived at that land, there was nothing but a beach and gravel.
No." Todd said while laughing at himself: "In the end
At the beginning, there were only forty-one people following me, and the "land" under my feet was not even a village at best. As for my people, what impressed me most was that one family went out to sea to catch fish.
The fishermen’s families are so embarrassed that they can’t even put together a complete set of clothes.”
Scathach and Meredith said nothing and listened quietly to Todd's statement.
"At that time, when I was not the king, I kept thinking, why should I stay in such a ghost place? With my own abilities, I have every way to live a better life. These people are not my family, nor mine.
Friends, why should I put the responsibility for the survival of these people on my shoulders?"
Meredith said softly: "But you didn't abandon these people in the end."
Todd smiled and shook his head: "Yes, no, I was influenced by an inner force, which drove me to stay, and made me try every means to build a prosperous society in that barren land.
And a country of freedom. My friends call this emotion responsibility, and my enemies call it stupidity. But no matter what my intentions are, there is one fact that cannot be ignored, that is, in the near future
, this kingdom will usher in a fierce battle, a war in which everything is likely to be lost..."
"The palaces built by the craftsmen with painstaking efforts will be reduced to ruins under the enemy's artillery fire. The beautiful gardens praised by poets will be reduced to ashes in the sky-high fires. Those people who have just experienced freedom and happiness will be reduced to ashes under the enemy's fire.
Under the iron hoof, we moan and become slaves.”
"Whenever I think about what might happen, I think about how I will watch my efforts be destroyed. As the king, as the pioneer who created this kingdom, all I can do is to do my best to protect the present.
Everything in front of me, even if the price is that I give up my human body."
Meredith shook her head vigorously: "Todd, maybe you don't understand the seriousness of the matter. Once you accept the power of the tyrant and enter the second form, your appearance will always become a monster, and the subjects of the kingdom may
Being unable to accept your existence is tantamount to being banished from Muxi Kingdom forever."
Todd stood up from where he was and said calmly: "Power has many uses. It can be used to realize one's desires, or to protect one's beliefs. If I can use this power to defeat the enemies of the kingdom,
, Keep everything that is hard-won, what’s the harm even if you are exiled? "
Scathach walked slowly and walked up to Todd: "Are you finally ready to give up your human form and step into the realm of demigods?"
Todd sighed softly, with firm eyes: "Yes, I have chosen my own path."
Scathach raised a hand and placed it on the top of Todd's head. The latter suddenly felt a dull pain in his brain.
"In terms of mental power, you have excellent talents." Scathach retracted his palm and said in surprise: "The power of your soul shocked me. Have you never received training in mental power in the past?
?”
Todd shook his head, but secretly wondered in his heart, could his strong mental power be related to the power of "Soul Link"?
"I can feel that your soul has a vast space and surging power." Scathach looked into Todd's eyes: "You may have the most powerful soul among all the humans I have ever seen.
one of the individuals.”
Todd asked: "Does this mean that when I enter the second form of the tyrant, my soul will not collapse."
"No, this is not enough." Scathach pointed at Todd's forehead and said slowly: "If you want to maintain your soul from collapse after entering the second form of the tyrant, you only need to have strong mental power.
That's not enough, you must also learn how to use this power."
"You mean I still need training?"
"Yes, but with strong mental power, at least your training will be easier than others."
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Papal State, Tyro Capital, First Inquisition, Underground Inquisition Chamber.
The whip tied with metal barbs made a loud noise in the air, and then hit the victim's back hard. The whip turned over, and a layer of bloody skin was torn open by the tip of the whip, revealing the blood-slowing layer underneath.
Slowly pulsating human muscle tissue.
Tristan, who was tied to the cross, opened his eyes wide and let out a low roar of pain.
"Tell me! How did Cardinal Yarbrough instruct you when Terrence and his students escaped?!" The executioner used a whip to lift Tristan's blood-stained head,
shouted loudly.
Tristan glanced at the guy in front of him with bloodshot eyes and whispered: "I did everything."
The executioner put down his whip in annoyance, took out a red-hot iron from the scalding fire, and stabbed it hard into Tristan's chest.
Accompanied by heartbreaking screams and the unpleasant smell of burnt flesh, the executioner grabbed Tristan's hair and roared again: "Why was it stamped on the ultimatum for Terrence's escape from the city gate?"
Yarbrough’s seal?! Is he the mastermind of this escape case?!”
Tristan's face turned pale, and the great pain made his body curl up like a cooked shrimp.
He looked at the bits of sunlight cast from the skylight of the execution room with a dull gaze, and said softly: "I stole Lord Yarborough's seal..."
Outside the tight iron door, Jacob was sitting on a chair, his face was ashen, and his whole body was shaking with anger.
He roared at the subordinates beside him: "Why? Why doesn't that bastard still refuse to admit it?!"
A subordinate, listening to the screams coming from the execution room, said to Jacob uneasily: "Sir, more and more people in the church are starting to raise objections to Tristan's matter."
Jacob glared at his subordinate: "Opposition?"
"They said that Tristan had not yet been deprived of his religious membership and should not be treated in this way; they also said that in this matter, the Inquisition had committed an act exceeding its authority..."
"That's enough!" Jacob stood up angrily and shouted in a low voice: "Tristan and his master Yarborough are both apostates! They should be severely punished! The Inquisition came to handle the case. It was Alexander.
If they have any dissatisfaction with the Pope’s personal order, let them go to the Pope and tell them!”
"yes……"
Jacob looked back at the iron door of the torture chamber and said angrily to his subordinates: "Tell that fool inside who is doing the torture! I don't care what method he uses, but he must get the evidence against Yarbrough from that guy's mouth.
Sinful words!”
"But Tristan has a tough mouth, I'm afraid..."
"Trash! Pig! No matter how hard a person's mouth is, can it be harder than steel? Use pliers to pull out his teeth one by one! If that doesn't work, then pull out his nails! If it doesn't work, just give me