Chapter 425 There is something to say, the old jigsaw
"...the mark of the soul?"
Salvatore repeated this word, his expression gradually becoming ugly.
"Yes."
Alexander Robin nodded calmly: "After the soul is dyed, it can actually be regarded as an incomplete demigod.
"If you live in a fixed place for a long time, the escaped elemental power can even unconsciously infiltrate the surrounding environment, gradually transforming it into an environment suitable for you. If the elemental power gathers too much, it may even remain
part of the will.
"For example, Noah's Blood Butterfly Valley, or Winter's Storm Tower, the visions that distort the world are the imprints left behind after the death of powerful extraordinary beings."
Upon hearing this, Salvatore took two deep breaths.
He confirmed again:
"...So, does it include corpses that will be contaminated by elements?"
"It should be said that it is the body - even if the extraordinary person does not die, whether it is a hand or a bone left behind, it may gradually transform the world around him.
"However, the power of elements is mainly stored in the brain, so as long as it is handled properly, the problem will not be serious."
Captain Alexander said so.
He frowned slightly: "What do you want to say? Or what did you do?"
This former champion swordsman, the old knight leader who is now almost sixty years old, is wearing a white suit that looks very inconsistent with him, sitting in the parlor of Noah's First Bank.
That square and majestic face, sun-colored skin, carefully managed short auburn hair, coupled with the golden-orange pupils that are reminiscent of a lion, and the iconic scar... Compared to a banker
, as a chairman, it is indeed more suitable to be called a "soldier" or a "general".
...Under normal circumstances, Salvatore wouldn't even dare to look directly at him.
Too many killings and battles created an aura of blood and gunpowder smoke on this man who was over 100 years old.
Salvatore had just advanced to Silver, and was in a situation where his perception was too sharp but his willpower was insufficient, making it even harder to resist this intimidating force.
If this matter hadn't directly involved Annan's safety...he wouldn't have come here to communicate with this troublesome man!
But now, he is also very grateful to Zhi Ji.
Fortunately, Zhi Ji is more thoughtful.
She asked Salvatore to ask Commander Alexander how the "dream thief" was dealt with.
Although Paper Princess is indeed a real god, she is not a god who ascended from the extraordinary road...but a "god of creation" created out of thin air by her creator and her lover.
Therefore, Paper Princess does not understand the path to transcendence.
But Alexander is different.
Although he is only a Silver-level transcendent, he is a champion swordsman after all.
——He is a "champion" in the true sense, a hunter of evil god believers and dark wizards, and a high-ranking member of the Silver Lord Church. There may not be many secrets of the path to transcendence and depravity in the whole of Noah.
The individual knows better than he does.
Salvatore didn't hide anything.
When he directly made the secret dream potion, he told Alexander about the extra things he added.
He regrets it very much now.
In Benjamin's original recipe, there is no such step. This is his ability as an "alchemist", which tells him that he can make corrections in this direction.
In fact, if the brain of a gold-level wizard is not added here, or the elemental power of Dream Stealer Denton has nothing to do with nightmares, then this is not a mistake...
But Salvatore originally just wanted Annan to enter the nightmare in a more secure and safer way... but he didn't expect that this would harm Annan.
"—You're such a loser, Sal."
In the bottom of his heart, the hoarse voice sounded coldly: "You already have the formula in your hands, how can you not do this kind of thing?"
But it was just a mistake...
"Is this really just a mistake? Isn't this a mistake caused by your arrogance and complacency?"
The shadow whispered like a devil, as if to destroy Salvatore's sanity: "If you had asked Alexander before making it, or if you had written to the tower owner and asked, would you have made such a mistake? Don't tell me
Why is there not enough time? Those are all excuses. Will this delay you for half a day?
"Don't make excuses, this is your fault. After you became an alchemist, did you get a little carried away? Huh? You even started smoking. Are you planning to drink too much? Do you still want to create something special for yourself?
Drug?
"Seriously, Sal. If you think you can't do anything well, just give your body to me."
The shadow is always more powerful than yourself.
Yes... Salvatore knew about this all along.
As long as you give up your body to the shadow, all problems can be solved.
You will not make mistakes due to various mistakes...even the mistakes you have already made can be made up for.
"……I see."
Salvatore whispered.
"Um?"
The shadow paused, and then let out a hoarse and low laugh: "Have you finally been unable to bear the failure? Do you want to give up? You can do it at any time... Then give your body to me."
"——I want to resolve this matter myself."
Salvatore said slowly: "I want to rescue Annan."
Looking at him, the expression on Alexander's face gradually calmed down and became serious.
"If necessary, I will help you, Son of the Black Tower."
The leader made a steady voice: "But... do you have a plan?"
"some."
Salvatore simply replied: "Let's rush back immediately. I'll modify the access point of the 'Secret Potion of Dreams' on the way. This way, when we are around Annan, we can use the secret potion to directly enter his nightmares."
inside.
"...As for defeating Denton, I leave it to you."
"Don't worry, don't underestimate me. I am also a priest to some extent... I know nightmares very well. And even if I can't defeat Denton, I just need to help Annan escape."
Alexander said seriously: "Denton's last will is trapped in a small pill and cannot escape. We don't need to fight to the death with him immediately... We just need to prevent Annan from falling into his trap without preparation.
Enough."
"I listen to you, Captain."
Salvatore responded.
But it's different from what they thought...
In the nightmare, Annan did not fall into Denton's trap, and his mind was destroyed by the nightmare and turned into a puppet.
Instead, he is wreaking havoc inside the Fear Shard——
boom!
With one punch, Annan flattened the steel operating table; with two punches, he directly punched a hole in the bed.
Yes, although the handcuffs themselves are not broken, the place where the handcuffs are connected to the operating table has been knocked off... Now Annan can even wave the chain and cosplay Silas - of course, considering that only the left hand is connected to the handcuffs, and the handcuffs are
At the end there is an iron bed that he knocked off, maybe it is Chen Khan...
"That's it?"
Annan sneered and broke the chain at his ankle.
When he saw the chainsaw, he already understood what this fear was.
——This is the fear when facing "necessary price" and "life and death decision".
According to the process Denton arranged for Annan, Annan should be asked to use the dull saw to saw off his left hand.
After all, this is just a nightmare, there will be no disability left, there is nothing that can't be done...it's just a matter of whether you dare to bear the pain.
Is it to endure long-term pain that cannot be given up halfway...or is it to accept a slow death?
There is a saying that the old jigsaw is old.
Both ways should be possible to escape from the nightmare... but Annan chose the third way.
To the left or to the right?
——Isn’t the road in the middle very wide?
"It's such a pity that I can't repair you with my fists..."
The moment Annan sat up, the fragments of fear were still broken by him.
He leaned against the wall, raised his head, and said calmly: "There are still two chances.