Chapter two hundred and thirty seventh first set a small goal
Every mind flayer killed by him will be robbed of part of its energy and turned into spiritual energy. The mind flayers returning to the underground abyss will be weaker.
And in a very short period of time, he went from being the top psyker in the city to being one of the only top psykers in the entire Nordach race.
At that time, he was so high-spirited that his boiling spiritual energy almost alarmed the clouds in the sky. It would never rain again where he was.
When he reaches a certain level of strength, his body and soul gradually become inhuman, and he comes into contact with the secret of the physical transformation of a peak psyker.
With the accumulation of his massive psychic energy, he successfully crossed that threshold, grew wings, and became a legendary existence.
Speaking of this, the old man's face glowed with a long-lost red light. At that time, he was full of energy, fluttering his wings in the sky, driving thunder and lightning. What a scene it was.
He stuffed the last two mushrooms into his mouth and muttered about his past glory.
What happened later was just as recorded, he killed all the mind flayers still walking in the world and drove them back to the underground abyss.
Although he reached the peak by relying on the power of plundering the mind flayers, he had no intention of continuing to let the mind flayers wreak havoc on the world. He had the idea of killing the mind flayers to grow himself. Instead, he blocked those guys in the abyss with obsidian.
But something unexpected happened, that guy showed up.
The devils from the abyss of hell came following the fire of his soul and planned to harvest him.
If he hadn't had some strength, he would have been harvested as a fruit long ago.
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While the old man was chattering, he gradually became younger from his old appearance. If he was like a shriveled sponge before, now he is like a sponge full of water.
Desan thought thoughtfully, the devil who harvests fruits, the mind flayer who devours psychic energy, and the warrior who has been chased for hundreds of years.
First, the devil's strength is absolutely impressive. Why does he chase for a hundred years? His attack power is insufficient?
It was impossible. Dessan overturned his idea on the spot and delayed it for a hundred years before transforming the warrior into this decrepit appearance. But if he wanted to delay him to death, it would be useless for another hundred years.
The second, the mind flayers, hunt civilians and psykers, and the devils, prey on peak psykers as prey and fruit.
etc!
A bright light suddenly flashed in his mind, and he tried hard to recall the information recorded in the detailed explanation of psychic practice.
Every Nordachian is wood, every psyker is fire.
And the flames will attract the demons from hell and the abyss.
They will move towards the fire, find the fire, and then reap the fire.
At first, he didn't take it seriously, just thinking it was a repetition of modifiers and unknown meanings in myths and legends.
Now that I think about it, the existence of the devil has been initially confirmed.
So from this, the existence of psykers brings the existence of mind flayers.
Then when a psyker reaches its peak and completely surpasses ordinary psykers, it is like a torch hanging high in the sky, attracting even bigger predators, that is, devils.
And this devil was attracted by the warrior when he reached his peak a hundred years ago?
In that case, my existence is equivalent to a torch, will it also attract another devil?
It is even uncertain whether two high-hanging torches will attract two or more devils to hunt.
This guess made him a little heavy.
As a result, he will face many more enemies than expected.
Desan quickly made a decision, regardless of other devils that might have arrived or were already on the way, he first set a small goal and killed one devil.
"How long did it take between you becoming a peak psyker and being chased by the devil?" He asked solemnly.
The old man has regained his youth, the bones on his back have fallen off, his back has returned to smoothness, and there are faint bulges as big as four fists, which are new wings being gestated.
He was startled, and then he calculated it carefully, "Well, about seven months."
The seven months here are the annual calculation here, which is not much different from Solotus. The time difference every month is only about half a day.
Desan made some calculations and found that it had already been five or six months since his final transformation, which meant that he only had about a month left, or even less.
"Hey, want to do something big?"
Dessan followed the example of the elves from other worlds, silently praying to the gods above him, and then solemnly said to the Nordachians who had regained their youth.
"Well, what do you want to do?" the Nordachian, who was still a little confused, said confusedly.
Yes, people become stupid when they become young again.
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"What, you want to kill that devil?" The top psyker with four big bulges on his back responded by stuffing fresh mushrooms into his mouth while twitching hard.
"Are you crazy?"
Desang looked at the people of his tribe who were eating and drinking. He had saved other cities, and he also discovered the gap between other psykers and him.
It is estimated that in the hundreds of years of recorded history, only this person from a hundred years ago can compare with him.
"Are you scared out of your wits by him? You don't even have the intention to resist." Desang hugged three pairs of arms and said with a tone of disdain.
"You don't know how powerful he is." The mushroom-stuffed warrior stood up on his toes and looked directly at the three-headed monster with his eyes open.
"You're scared."
"I don't."
"Then come with me to kill him." Desan stared at him closely, "Look, how many Nordachians are left now."
"Whether psykers attracted the devil's attention or the appearance of the devil led to the emergence of psykers, we should all seek an explanation. Either you and I die, or they die."
The corner of the warrior's mouth twitched from a hundred years ago. After being hunted for a hundred years, that cyan figure had already left an indelible shadow in his heart.
He could resist weakly, but he was already in despair and did not even dare to think of killing the devil.
In his mind, that guy was invincible.
"I..." The warrior shook his head, with confusion and weakness in his eyes.
Desan turned his left head sideways and whistled into the air, which was heard far away on the flat ground.
Dong dong dong dong——
The abyss dragon, which was walking with huge steps, lowered its head and lowered its body, and slid over from a distance with a sly look. Its six strong calves were still trembling, and they were so scared.
"Think carefully, you would rather live in the shadow of the devil all your life." Desang said no more, stepping on the back of the six-legged dragon, and gradually moved away in the rhythm of the six-legged dragon's steps.