The Empire of Twilight, the "City of Waiting", Anigil's room.

This room was originally a nursery room, and when Anigil grew up, the crib in it was supposed to be abandoned, but Anigil kept it as a memento. He prefers to spend his personal time here rather than the mage tower "Dusk", which Master Patra built for him, and the religious building "Altar of Sunset".

Anigil sat back in the rocking chair next to the crib, looking like a teenager when he had removed his high crown. His eyelids were slightly closed, and he meditated quietly, the corners of his mouth curled, as if he was enjoying the tranquility of the moment. yes, he should enjoy the moment...... There is no chores, a moment that belongs to him alone.

You must know that for a young man who was previously unknown to serve as the pope of the Twilight Sect, all forces on the mainland are quite criticized. Although it was not explicitly stated during the ceremony, people laughed at the time when the soul god was old and confused; If they were to know the true age of Anigil, they would not know how much Anigil's clerical authority would be questioned and condemned. Anigiel also admits that he is insufficient, after all, even if he has a high IQ and rich knowledge reserves, a child will not behave like an old man after all, in the final analysis, it has nothing to do with intelligence, but with experience. As a pope, in addition to having an absolutely correct understanding of the doctrine, he must also have a skillful way of dealing with secular entanglements, the latter of which is by no means something that Anigir was born with. Growing up, he had seen only gloomy gray in the sky, the people he saw were all necromantic creatures, and his world had been confined to the valley of Blackstone from the beginning.

It's like he's living in a box. Even if he is the king, he is only the king in the box. Fortunately, the soul god did not forget to open the box for him while choosing him.

The Necromantic King can read all the spiritual imprints in the "Starry Night Gate", which is equivalent to experiencing the life of the deceased, so every Necromantic King is not to say extremely smart, but at least has considerable wisdom in the world and can control the entire huge empire. Similar to the Starry Night Gate, Influence Aura is a unique ability based on soul communication, which allows Annie Gir to convey his inner understanding of the doctrine to the believers, and at the same time, it will also allow his mind to penetrate into the depths of the souls of the believers, examine the memories of the believers, and forgive the sins of the believers. Every time Anigil gathered the believers for prayer or handouts, he was informed of the lives of the believers; When he meditates, he will naturally substitute himself into memories and watch "himself" make the right or wrong choices towards a future that may be good or bad. He found that some ordinary people who never attract attention may have a bright time like fireworks, and some so-called "superior people" with a bright appearance may actually care about trivial things and live a boring life. But whether it's exciting or boring, Anigil loves it because it gives him a strong sense of freshness – he's just a teenager and hasn't had a million lives.

After the novelty passed, he began to look forward to it. He looked forward to flipping through every spiritual imprint, just as he looked forward to a new book with a strong smell of ink. "Empathy" is the best interpretation. He really laughs, cries, loves and regrets with the protagonist. He loves every soul as much as he loves himself. However, the thought of these souls eventually dissipating made Anigil very sad, and then he was confused: if he died, he could not come back, and all precious memories were just a flash in the pan, so what was the point of living?

The gods didn't answer his questions.

So he didn't look forward anymore. He read the memories with a solemn mood, paragraph after paragraph, until he became numb. Unconsciously, a pity appeared on his face that a teenager could not express, which caused the believers to ignore his age and trust him with all their hearts. He knew he was changing, but he didn't take it for granted. As always, he listened to the believers and pointed them out the direction he wanted. He hated that he could only do that, even though the believers were already grateful.

He finally stopped looking at his memory. At this time, he can see the inner thoughts of this person from the slightest changes in expression, tone, and movements, and what he says can make strangers open his heart for him, and his treatment of people is so that the most critical guy cannot be blamed. There is no doubt that he has become a qualified king—the true Pope. However, the funny thing is that he can solve people's doubts, but he can't solve his confusion in his heart. He was able to memorize the Twilight Code backwards, but his faith did nothing to help it.

Because of the horror of death, we can appreciate the beauty of life.

And it is precisely because of the beauty of life that death is infinitely terrifying.

Anigill began to flip through her memories. He has received the [wisdom enlightenment] of moaning without disease, has an excellent memory, and has been able to manage his own memory after reading a lot of other people's memories. Truth be told, it's a boring and pointless thing to do, because children don't usually have memories of before the age of three, and the experience at that time is not very interesting, after all, who wants to recall their first bedwetting? Still, Anigill insists on going back in time because he cherishes his life. He wanted to keep all his experiences in his heart while he was still alive and never forget them.

The baby's consciousness is vague and irregular, and even if you try to make it clear, all you get is a long cry of meaninglessness, or a quiet ceiling picture. You can't even tell if this cry and that cry happened on the same day. Trivial, monotonous, this is the fragment of Annigill's memory. Day after day, the young pope is in deep meditation, painstakingly piecing together long-forgotten memories.

Finally, one day, he saw a gentle lady in black in his memory. The moment he saw it, he couldn't help but ask:

"Mom?"

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Continental Fuji, Kaminarimonbara.

"Host, I'm guessing you're following the rock trigger and training yourself by listening to songs?"

"You're smart!"

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When looking for a cloud walk......

"No matter if a song is nice or difficult to listen to~~~ listen, it has its rhythm. When you switch from fast to slow, the tempo always ~~~ changes...... Did you get any inspiration? ”

Qingyi looked up and thought.

songs, transitions, rhythms; songs, transitions, rhythms; Song...... His body shook and he cried out in surprise: "I understand! The music player is like an enemy that keeps switching frequencies and forcing you to make changes! Once you're immersed in the song, you'll be defeated by an imaginary enemy before you know it! ”

"That's right!" Disease-free groaned and laughed.

Then Qingyi soon fell into a deep shock.

Since the music player is an enemy who uses music as a weapon, the rock board player that listens to songs all the time is actually under attack from the time it goes online to the time it goes offline. In the midst of a frantic change of pace, he fired steady shot, shot after shot, and earned the nickname "Death". He was in complete control of his rhythm and was not shaken by the music. It can be said that he turned on the music, but not a second was listening to the song.

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Qingyi admits that he doesn't have the grasp of rhythm with a rock trigger, and he is not suitable for training himself by switching songs. But he didn't choose to listen to the song blindly, he was training his concentration and information gathering and analysis skills.

He can manipulate a minion or necromantic creature with precision, which is a manifestation of his concentration.

He can share hundreds of perspectives through the [Soul Force Field], which is a manifestation of his information-gathering ability.

He can use the most sophisticated calculations in the Bone Tyrant mode to aggregate the collected information and deduce tactics, which is a manifestation of his ability to parse information.

The three complemented each other, allowing him to use hundreds of miscellaneous troops against an enemy army that was 1.5 times his number. This ability has almost reached its limit, once you continue to command for more than five minutes, Qingyi will feel uncomfortable, and after ten minutes, the state will begin to decline, and you will be forced out of the game at any time. Therefore, he has always used "tension and relaxation" to leave a gap for himself to rest, play for a while to use precision command, and command for a while and relax, which can support more than an hour. When encountering an opponent of Bald Eagle's level, Qingyi must continue to command, and every time he is exhausted, he is simply playing a game with his life.

He is good at conducting and not fighting, so he doesn't listen to songs like crazy, but listens to gentle Xiaoqing new music to soothe his nerves. But it's also a special training. If he focuses on music, his three abilities will be greatly reduced, and all he has to do is continue to push them up in this greatly reduced situation. Does this work? It should be effective, just like a soldier who carries a weight of 30 pounds a day for long-distance training, as long as you insist on exercising day after day, you will definitely be able to improve your ability.

"But sharpening the knife in the battle is not very useful, and when I meet the great god later, I still have to use your strength."

"Hehe, don't worry, I will definitely do my best to help you! But host, even if you win tonight, can you win tomorrow? You also understand by now, Kazuki Ringo's family background is thinner than yours, even if you are allowed to win the battle of Kaminarimonyuan, there will not be much left of your own troops, that is to say, you and that stunned boy will be in a helpless situation. Don't think that if the Flower Moon Demon lets you go, you can sit back and relax! You must know that the Fuji Continent is not only a great god of the Kazuki Demon! ”

"yes." Qingyi replied.

The host seemed to answer but what he said was actually nonsense, and Xue Duo was dissatisfied: "Hey! You're a little nervous, too! You may be chased all the way, and no one will be able to save you! Oh, unless a few of your great acquaintances are going to risk their lives to get here, but you don't seem to be that acquainted with each other. Hehe, Uncle Ben is really looking forward to it! Oh yes, host, if the situation is not good, you should immediately activate the 'seriously ill' mode! I've got a surprise for you, hee-hee-hee, hahahaha! ”