Mastery? No, deception!

Gloomy Red Rock Beach.

The wind is angry, and the ghost is full of spirit.

This place is shrouded in a fog as red as blood mist all the year round, and it is known as the foundation of the Netherworld.

The Red Rock Beach is not far from the Imperial Palace of the Netherworld, which shows that the kings of the Netherworld have attached great importance to this place.

Red Rock Beach gets its name from the layer of blood-red stones as large as fists and as small as pebbles laid on the ground, which are unusual in the legends of the Netherworld.

It is said that this was once one of the locations of the meat grinder of the war, and there were no less than 100 famous masters who died here, and after their deaths, the blood overflowed and spilled on the world, and those blood overflowing with anger stained the stones of the entire red rock beach one by one into blood.

Of course, this is just a legend and can't be true, but Red Rock Beach is indeed one of the most important places in the Netherworld, and this is not to be true.

The Terrans are accustomed to referring to the races of the Netherworld as the undead race, which is actually very prejudiced.

The great war began with the collision of two systems of power, and since there were those who strongly opposed it, it was only natural that there would be people who would throw themselves into its arms. Whether it was the Terrans, goblins, or elves, there were many who were intoxicated by this evolution of the power of death in that great war.

In the Netherlands, even though the necromancy is the most numerous, other races actually exist, but there are fewer of them.

Undoubtedly, these life races that were thrown into the arms of necromantic power were more noble, thanks to their innate intelligence.

Whether it is the dark mages and warriors of the human race, or the undead mage, or the blood elves and dark elves of the elven race, or those dwarves and goblins who claim to be thrown into the darkness, they all have an obvious advantage compared to the newly converted necromantic creatures.

They have their own sense of self, in other words, wisdom.

There are two ways to transform undead creatures, one is to be converted by magic by a necromancer, and the other is to transform with the power of heaven and earth, and Red Rock Beach is such a place.

The first method of conversion is undoubtedly the most numerous, but it is also flawed, as the Necrons converted by magic spells will be firmly controlled by the caster.

Even if the self-consciousness is finally born and there is a truly independent life, as long as the necromancer does not let go of his control, he will still have no choice between life and death, and he can only be a slave for the rest of his life.

The life races of the Netherworld do not mind being transformed into necromancy after death, which in their eyes is a kind of rebirth, and as long as the consciousness of the self is born, life will continue.

But no matter who it is, they will not want to be controlled by others, and life and death are in the hands of others.

As a result, places like Red Rock Beach have emerged, but of course, not all places are as valued as Red Rock Beach.

Because of its strong evil spirit, Red Rock Beach is generally only used for those masters who have become famous in the underworld, or those with noble status, who are used to turn into necromancy.

Since the king led the army to the broken year, there were many fewer soldiers stationed in the imperial palace, except for the permanent soldiers and horses, basically the arrogant soldiers in the underworld were taken away by the king.

The Forest of the Elements, which has been planned for hundreds of years, does not tolerate the slightest contempt or mistake.

In this case, the Imperial Palace and its surroundings naturally became much more deserted.

Red Pebble Beach is no exception.

The wind blew more and more violently, and the fist-sized blood-colored pebbles on the red rock beach began to "gurgle" and roll, and the sound sounded like countless severed human heads rolling on the ground.

In the blood-colored mist that has not dispersed for thousands of years on the red rock beach, a figure gradually appeared.

"Click...... The clear footsteps of the ...... are heavy and slow, and one by one is like stepping on the bottom of a person's heart, stepping on the beating of the heart.

The figure in the fog gradually revealed its figure, revealing a slightly blurred outline.

The slender and sturdy body, the long hair that flew like ink and was thick and heavy, the insolence flew on the head like a whip, and the aura of domineering arrogance came to the face.

The figure gradually became clearer, and the color of the long hair seemed to slowly emerge, and it was actually a blood red like the surrounding fog.

The man looked up at the sky, and suddenly a roar came from the depths of his throat like a wild beast, and he crouched on the ground, clutching his head, and howling in pain.

Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?

It's like there's something to remember, what to remember? What have I lost?

Why do the things engraved in the bones gradually forget and become blurred?

Who the hell am I!

The force field in front of him, which was bound by countless rules, let out an overwhelming "squeak" sound, and it seemed that it was about to disappear completely in the next second.

Gu Xin's eyes were tightly closed, his whole body twitched, as if he was under tremendous pressure, and patches of tiny blood mist passed through his pores and burst on the surface of Gu Xin's body, like a bloody man.

After using the second time clockwork, those cold and invisible rules seemed to be enraged, and most of the pressure was suddenly transferred to Gu Xin's body, and his whole body swelled, about to be crushed into pulp by the invisible pressure.

Gu Xin struggled to support it, and he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.

It was a pressure unlike anything he'd ever seen, it wasn't like it was just on a physical object, it was like it was acting on his life.

Both the body and the soul seem to have begun to crumble under this pressure, crumbling into the tiniest and most subtle particles, returning to heaven and earth.

Life is constantly shortened and consumed under this rule.

The pace of consumption is not fast, but it is continuous, and it seems that it will never stop, at least until Gu Xin relinquishes control of the clockwork of time.

He didn't even care about the heartache, and his heart was tied to the second clockwork he had used.

The essence, what exactly is the essence of this skill?

Gu Xin's head was already covered with fine beads of sweat, but he still didn't have the slightest clue.

The role of the new time clockwork has been manifested, and above Koike, the invisible force field the size of a fist suddenly beats, and suddenly becomes much larger, and the force field is much clearer than the force field formed by the first time clockwork.

Within the enveloping range of the force field, the formation of the colorful halo from the fountain of life became more rapid and withered faster.

Gu Xin closed his eyes, but he watched as a colorful halo in front of him took less than two seconds from appearance to disappearance.

Everything was clearly reflected in his heart, and the spiritual power that escaped floated on the surface of his body, forming countless transparent filaments that writhed irregularly.

They are like ancient eyes, essentially understanding and exploring the world, what the eye can see, they can explore, and what the eye can't see, they can also explore.

This is the actual means of exploration obtained by Gu Xin thanks to the ancient inscriptions contained in the elements in his mind, which is somewhat similar to the Taoist divine consciousness, but it is much weaker than the divine consciousness.

Now being able to clearly feel the changes in things one meter in front of him has surprised Gu Xin.

The seed in the middle of the small pond made a slight "click" sound again, and the hard shell that wrapped it was like a sponge, constantly absorbing the thin layer of life at the bottom of the pool.

In the small pool, a small whirlpool appeared silently, wrapping around the seed, and the vision above the fountain of life was like a long whale sucking water, all rushing towards the seed.

At the bottom of the small pool, there is a fresh breeze coming, and the water is not rippling.

Gu Xin always felt that something was strange, but under such tremendous pressure, it was not easy for him not to scream, and it was already his limit to maintain his current state and try his best to explore the mystery of the clockwork of time, where could he still be distracted to think about what was wrong just now.

In his eyes, the element of time around the seed was much more active than in other places, and naturally, the speed of time flow was also much faster without realizing it.

Don't...... Is the essence of clockwork in time?

Take control of this small chunk of time and fight against the whole world?

He looked at the force field in front of him, and there were stars rising and falling in his eyes.

That small piece of force field seemed to have been stripped out of the whole world, but it was tightly embedded in the big world like a gem, and it was nothing else that bound it, but those chains of rules that were uncertain.

It's just that what makes Gu Xin feel strange is that I don't know if it's his illusion, those rule chains feel much rarer than before.

Did these chains fall on you?

Gu Xin felt the pressure everywhere around him, felt those magnificent blood mist, and fell into deep thought for a while.

The "click" of the seeds became clearer and clearer, and a pale green shoot slowly poked out from the top of the seed.

It's like an empty mountain after a new rain, just a faint glimpse, and there is a feeling of relaxation and joy.

Gu Xin twisted his hands and feet slightly.

Boom!

A larger blood mist exploded violently from Gu Xin's body, and the blood mist fell on the small pool, as if the blood-colored cow drizzle shrouded the new sprouts in it, like a dream.

The blood mist seemed to pause in the force field for a moment, and then immediately poured into the seeds with the fountain of life and the colorful mist on it.

The chains on the force field suddenly increased a lot.

Wrong!

Gu Xin opened his eyes suddenly, and the light in his eyes skyrocketed.

It's not control!

It's deception!

The essence of Time Clockwork is not to control, his strength comes from this world, and he is long in this world, how can he be able to fight against the whole world, he can't fight, let alone further control.

Exactly deception!

So Gu Xin moved slightly, causing the rules to be vigilant against him, so when those blood mist fell in the force field, it caused the rules to be vigilant against the force field formed by the skill of time clockwork.

The skill of Time Clockwork is to deceive by exploiting the loopholes of the rules of this world, thereby changing the flow rate of time.

Gu Xin was suddenly high-spirited, as long as he found the right way, how difficult the journey would be.

As long as the situation is clear, the last thing I am afraid of is hardship.

He smiled and was confident.