'Reward for clearing the level: "Detailed Explanation of Psychic Cultivation".'
Desang's waist no longer hurt, the gap in his stomach disappeared, and his whole body returned to its original state. He turned over and got up, looking at the new fonts on the ground and paying close attention to the murals on the bronze walls.
He has pointed ears, big eyes, a big nose, is covered in red armor, and has sharp teeth with ferocious bloodshot streaks.
Five enemies who were not very tall walked out of the mural, their rough and simple clothes only covering their private parts.
"Lakanixiu——"
These crimson imps screamed.
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In the coming period, this group of red-headed brats who only chanted "Lakanixiu" would become a nightmare that he could not erase.
Although these guys will run away in fear after one of their companions is killed, in the presence of robed imps holding staffs, those dead imps will actually come back to life.
The second floor, the third floor, all the way to the seventh floor, each floor is full of these red-headed brats, it’s just a matter of the number.
But at some levels, the condition for clearing the level was not to kill all the monsters, but to survive for a certain period of time, which allowed him to pass by reluctantly.
The practice of spiritual energy relies on spiritual practice on the one hand, and on the other hand it relies on the awakening and insight of battle. Between stillness and movement, it is the best essence of spiritual energy practice.
Half an elf month passed, and the chosen young man entered a state called "Going to Me", feeling the vitality and jumping of spiritual energy, and became fascinated.
In the past half month, he called the dungeon nearly thirty times, which is equivalent to an average of twice a day. After calling more times, every time that inexplicable existence whispered "I am here" in his ear,
He always feels a sense of peace of mind.
This is his secret, the most important secret.
"Detailed Explanation of Psychic Practice" told him that every Nordachian is a piece of wood, and every psyker is a ball of flame.
Wood is the body, flame is the soul.
The flame born from the wood is like a bright light, constantly summoning the existence in the darkness.
Those demons and demons will rise from the abyss and hell, move towards the place where the fire is burning, and feed on the fire.
In other words, as he becomes more and more powerful, the flame burns more and more intensely, and it becomes easier to attract more powerful and terrifying existences.
Mind Flayer is the name of those guys.
They took the bodies of the Nordachians and psykers, took the fires of the psykers, and used them as food for growth and survival.
Although he was far from reaching the peak of his spiritual power, Desan, who had only reached level 7 in Dungeon Burning, could feel an inexplicable atmosphere reverberating in the territory.
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"Desan."
His female companion waved to him on the street. After not seeing him for a few days, she was still so lively.
Desang smiled back and waved to her as well, as if he had returned to half a month ago.
They are civilians, the most basic people in this territory.
Their job is to grow food, and the large plains outside their territory are where they work.
The practice of psychics requires a large amount of food to ensure that the body is in peak condition, so the social structure of the entire green-skinned people, that is, the Nordachians, is somewhat deformed.
The vast majority of civilians make a living by planting. They can only take away ten percent of the food they grow, and all other food must be handed over.
Only those second-level caste defenders, relatives of psykers, have the right to weave clothing and make crafts.
Desang has no relatives. His only father passed away a few years ago. The cause of death is unknown.
There is no shortage of land allocated per capita. After all, psykers and lords still need commoners to grow food for them.
The spiritually enlightened rulers did not oppress the common people. At least they had food and drink, no hunger and no cold.
The more civilians there are, the more food can be grown on the developed land, and the more beneficial it is to them.
Generally speaking, this is a society with fixed classes, unless there are some huge changes that destroy everything and allow a new social structure to sprout.
The two Nordachians were walking side by side on the small street. Everything seemed very calm, just like the minds of high-level psykers, unruffled.
If that existence and the dungeon hadn't appeared, he would probably have lived with his female companion in the future, hoping to give birth to a child with psychic talents.
Then he spent the short second half of his life peacefully, without making any noise, without being surprised or happy, just like a stone.
"Dena."
"Um?"
Desang looked into his female companion's eyes, gazing at her through the window of his soul. He wanted to say all this, but he hesitated a little.
"Desan, no need."
Dena, who had clear eyes and looked very pure, shook her head, "If you don't want to, you don't have to say anything."
With blue skin, she smiled softly, her smile was very clean, and her smile was so kind.
They have been together for so many years, they have grown up together, and she is the most aware of the changes these days.
But no matter what secret he hides in his heart, if he is willing to tell it, then she will be an excellent listener. If he is unwilling to tell it, then she will pretend that it never happened.
Desang's heart felt hot, and he suddenly felt a little ashamed, as if his soul was covered with fog and had a little more dust.
He made a decision and took out some of his secrets, such as an optimized version of the spiritual practice method.
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He knew all this, but he didn't care.
As a place where gods have been stationed for a long time, the environment and atmosphere here have become a little abnormal.
For example, the food grown grows extraordinarily luxuriantly, and the territory appears cleaner than before, with fewer particles floating in the air.
For another example, almost all the babies born during this period had psychic talents.
The difficulty of cultivating psychic powers has also been greatly reduced. Several psychics have made long-lost progress. Even a very small trace means that the scenery at the next threshold is waving to them.
But He doesn't care about all of this, and it has nothing to do with Him.
He didn't want the mind flayers to invade this territory at this time, so they didn't even think about getting close to here.
These are all subconscious, as if the world is actively satisfying His ideas.
He watched as the mind flayers captured a city and a land and then moved on to other cities and territories, without making any intervention.
Half a year, fifty floors, one year, eighty floors...
The young man He took a fancy to did not disappoint him, but grew as He saw it possible and climbed up with tenacity.