"This is where you say?"

Luke asked without looking back, staring at the strange plant in front of him, which was thicker and more lush than the other trees around him.

It was a vine with bewitching red leaves, a regular double helix from the root to the tip, and the surface of the vine was densely covered with thorny thorns, and the two rose alternately until they merged at the very top.

No one could tell whether they were two vines growing from one root, or two relatively separate plants.

The only thing that could be judged was that the other plants around it seemed to be afraid of it, and not a single weed had grown within a radius of 100 meters.

"Of course! I was born here! It was it that gave birth, it woke me up. The puppet that followed had an extremely complicated expression on his face.

He was no longer cruel, bloodthirsty, and crazy at the moment, but cautious as a frightened little animal.

Of course, this is not because he has changed his sex, but the energy that maintains him without dying at the moment is completely provided by the boy, so he does not dare to make any hostile moves, otherwise the attack of the energy will be cut off in an instant, and he will return to the embarrassing state of being unable to act.

In this way, the plant in front of you is the core, even the heart, of the entire living forest. It is it that sustains and manipulates all the plants to attack enemies near the forest. ”

Luke wasn't a magical idiot, and at a glance confirmed the true effect of the red double-helix vines.

In particular, the surging vitality hidden in the roots is even more dazzling than the stars in the sky that radiate light and heat.

Now, he finally understands why a puppet will unconsciously awaken to its self-consciousness, not by luck, nor by fate, but by accident, no matter what falls nearby, it will give birth to a completely different new life after being nourished by the surging vitality for a long time.

This is an inevitable result!

Even without the remains of the alchemy golems, stones, soil, and even air will take their place, forming a new elemental life.

After thinking about this, Luke looked at the golem with a chilling playfulness in his eyes.

It was a full minute before he continued, "And what about the library, and where is it hidden in the ruins of this ancient city?"

"Right at your feet!" the puppet seemed to sense something, and immediately took two cautious steps back.

If it weren't for the fact that his own life was still pinched by the other party, it would immediately choose to turn around and flee.

"Feet?!"

Luke subconsciously lowered his head and glanced at the bare ground, and sure enough, he found a few exposed white stones.

You must know that this is not an ordinary stone, but a specialty of this world, a precious stone named "Blessing".

The stone is said to have an incredible affinity for energy, can hold and store a variety of abilities, and the gods used it to build their sanctuaries in the mortal world.

Unfortunately, after the arrival of the Darrants, the Blessed Stone was eventually predatory for hundreds of years, and now it has been depleted, and even a palm-sized piece will cause the casters to scramble.

"That's right! This is where my kind and I were dropped at the beginning of the war, blending into the crowd to create panic and riots. Then, that terrible natural magic struck. Tens of thousands of plants are activated by magic, and pain, despair, and death envelop the city. We are nothing more than one-time consumables in the eyes of our masters, and they don't even treat us as if we were lives. ”

As he said this, the puppet's tone revealed a strong hatred.

Undoubtedly, this was the last memory it had stored before it had awakened its self-consciousness, and it was also the first war waged by the Darents to conquer the world.

Resentment of being abandoned?

Or is it the hatred of being ignored?

Luke obviously didn't know how the other party was feeling at the moment, maybe even the puppet himself didn't know either.

From the perspective of life, it only wants to complete itself, and then live as much as possible, to live in a complete life form.

It has to be said that this desire and requirement is really too low to be lower, but unfortunately, as long as it is alive, it will continue to kill, plunder, and obtain the nourishment necessary for its survival, just as the indigenous people of this world need food to fill their stomachs.

This has nothing to do with justice or evil, it is determined by the puppet's innate life form.

The only way to sustain a golem is to kill intelligent beings and devour their blood, internal organs, and souls, otherwise they can only find a spellcaster who is good at controlling energy and supply it with a steady stream of energy.

But if so, even if the caster is willing, I believe it will not be willing.

Because it means that the right to one's life is completely handed over to another person, and as long as the other party has the slightest ill-intentioned thought, it will fall to the ground in the next second and can't even move.

"Do you hate the Darrants who created you and then abandoned you?" asked Luke, picking up a shattered white stone that had been ravaged by the wind and rain. l

They created me, but they didn't give me a whole soul, and they abandoned me like garbage. Can you tell me why?" the golem snarled as he looked up, gritting his teeth.

Luke smiled and shook his head, "No, you don't understand.

You and your kind, from the very beginning, were not designed as a whole being.

From the Darrants' point of view, you are just a bunch of tools, like dead things like weapons and armor.

Imagine that you would consider something that can be mass-produced and consumed as a treasure?

So it's normal for you and your kind to be abandoned.

As for the fact that you later gained self-awareness, it was just a coincidence, or rather a kind of luck.

As far as I know, the Darrants sent thousands of bionic alchemy puppets like you to conquer this world, but you were the only one who happened to land near that interesting plant, slowly growing under the nourishment of the huge vitality.

Okay, so let's talk about the quid pro quo we agreed upon. ”

"You're going to keep your promise?" the golem's eyes flashed with subtle joy.

"No, of course not. I just feel that since you were born here, you must have some degree of connection to that plant. Maybe...... You can be a good medium to help me drain the energy that remains at its roots......"

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