The steel thorns made of black spears burned from the bottom, and the raging fire baked Harvey's body, but what Harvey felt was not hot, but a cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow. Sight, smell, touch, taste, hearing, the five senses of the body are dominated by a strong mental impact, like a person who can't swim is thrown into the sea, only to grasp any fixed point at a loss.

"Is this supposed to be a spiritual world, a spiritual attack?" Harvey endured the pain caused by the burning spirit, he can't describe this feeling in words, it is not painful but it makes people feel a thousand times more uncomfortable than severe pain, fortunately, Harvey's mental power has been tempered thousands of times, and he can barely resist this strange mental attack in a short time.

Harvey is surprisingly calm, because Harvey understands better than anyone that the more dangerous it is, the more you need to calm down, this world is not a hot-blooded animation, and anger cannot make Harvey explode into a Super Saiyan, it will only interfere with the process of casting spells.

Consciousness calmly concludes that the feeling of being in this world is very similar to that of Harvey entering a meditative state.

Joan of Arc stood in the dark crowd and looked coldly at Harvey, who was being judged, and said with a playful chuckle on the corner of her mouth: "Anger, fear, despair, curse, the person standing in front of you is the shadow of your sins, and all living beings will be judged fairly in this world." ”

"I don't know what you're talking about, but it does look like there are a few familiar faces." Harvey, who was crucified on a huge cross, looked up at the dark shadows in the audience and smiled calmly, as Harvey remembered, the faces of the black shadows gradually became clearer, and their faces also had expressions, whether they shouted angrily, or cursed with resentment, or whispered with fear.

Joan of Arc appeared behind Harvey without a sign, and her right armoured hand wrapped her arms around Harvey's neck and whispered in her ear, "Are you afraid?" The damage you inflict on them will be fed back into your consciousness. ”

Feeling the cold armor touch on his cheeks, Harvey replied nonchalantly, "So what? I'm not interested in the so-called judgment of religion. ”

That being said, Harvey is already trying his best to find a way to break the game, but even the ancient divine language that Harvey has been relying on doesn't seem to be able to play a role in this spiritual world.

"The soul of all men is pure, not increasing, not decreasing, not becoming pure, not polluted, even the baptismal judgment of the church can only rewrite the direction of the lower spirit. Judgment is different, because the weight of all people's souls is the same, and so is the value of every person, in this world, your wealth, your status, or your power as a blasphemer, all of which are useless, and it is a fair judgment, and the flame will continue to burn until the weight of your soul is equal to the sins you have committed. ”

Harvey sighed, "How long was that?" ”

"Who knows? Maybe it's a day, or a hundred years, or a thousand years, or until eternity, and there is no concept of time in this world, and even if there is, it is just a concept that you have given. ”

The cold brought by the fire became more and more bitter, and Harvey stopped asking, lowered his head and closed his eyes to enter a meditative state.

In the spiritual world, only the spirit is the only one, Harvey once wondered if this place would be the same as the dream, as long as Harvey thought, this world would respond to Harvey's request, but unlike the spiritual world built in Shirley, in the spiritual world of the succubus, Harvey can easily shake the root and wake up from the dream, but in this world Harvey can't find a flaw.

The attempt quickly failed, except for knowing that this world is a spiritual world, it seems to be no different from the real world, and the five senses of the body are very clear, but there is a strange thing that is difficult to understand.

Harvey has A-level star field meditation skills, the spirit sinks into the world of meditation, all the pain is weakened in an instant, Harvey's consciousness simulates contact with the planet located outside the world, and forgets the short-term pain of the spirit by feeling the grandeur of the universe.

Joan of Arc sat on the cross that fixed Harvey's body, feeling the change in Harvey's spirit, the pale gold double pass passed by a little surprise, Harvey's spiritual change naturally could not hide from her eyes, what she could see was that Harvey's spirit was solidified into a stubborn stone like an ascetic, resisting the erosion of this world.

I don't know how long it took, Harvey opened his eyes, looked at Joan of Arc sitting beside him and said, "It's been 603145 seconds, that is, seven days, since the mental attack doesn't work for me, you should almost give up." ”

Joan of Arc looked into the distance and glanced at Harvey: "It seems like this, it is not enough to deny that your spiritual world is as stubborn as steel." ”

"Humph!" Joan of Arc sneered: "Poor man, the more you are tortured, the more painful you will be, there is nothing eternal and unchanging, you are also counting time when you are being judged, I advise you to break this bad habit a little better, so that you may be able to last a little longer." ”

"Really?"

"I said that there is no concept of time in this world, even if the real world is only a second, the world may spend thousands of days without changing. If it is called the meaning of time change, the flow of time in this world depends on your spirit, and the more you resist, the slower the flow of time. ”

Harvey shrugged: "I don't believe in this theory, do you know what is called the law of conservation of energy?" ”

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"To put it simply, the energy of the world is always in a state of conservation, just like what you just said, nothing is static, wood burns fire, this is the process of energy transformation, ordinary people wield a sword This is also the process of energy transformation, and the continuous construction of such a spiritual world will inevitably require the loss of some kind of energy, and when the energy is consumed, the world will naturally collapse."

The law of conservation of energy is not specific to Earth, and similar theories of magic exist in this magical world and are considered unshakable as the iron rules of the world.

After speaking, Harvey closed his eyes again and fell into meditation, and the universe he felt by meditation was the remnant of Harvey's previous meditation effect, and he could not get out of this closed spiritual world for the time being.

After a long time, when Harvey opened his eyes again, his consciousness silently counted to 3,000,000 seconds, that is, more than a month had passed.

"It's over!" Harvey couldn't help but scold, anyone who counted to three million silently day and night would probably become so irritable.

Under the stake, Joan of Arc fell to her knees with her hands together in prayer.

Harvey had no choice but to close his eyes, and when his consciousness reached more than 10 million, he chose to give up this boring practice and meditate wholeheartedly to resist the spiritual erosion of the fire of judgment.

I don't know how long it took, but Harvey felt more lengthy than silently counting to 10 million, and when he opened his eyes, the world was still the same.

"Damn it!"

"Let's count again, if you don't do something, you will have a mental breakdown."

Maybe it was because he was bored and wanted to find something to do in a boring environment, so Harvey began to count silently again, sometimes he gave up when he counted to millions, and started again when he counted wrong, and counted again to tens of millions and started again for no reason. Harvey had thought about it, he had thought about phantoms, he had thought about games, all of which had been done in Harvey's mind once, including the study of magic, but what was the point of all this in this world?

The meaningless process has gone through dozens of times, and the world still hasn't changed, except that it can't adapt to the fire of judgment that erodes the spirit, and ironically, the distortion brought by the fire of judgment to the spirit stimulates Harvey's consciousness.

Even Harvey's mental intelligence far exceeds that of ordinary people, and in this eternal and unchanging world, he has begun to selectively forget some of his memories.

Opening his eyes for the 105431 time, Harvey looked up at the drowsy sky and smiled bitterly: "If you continue like this, you won't become Uncle Kaz and give up thinking, or is this the purpose of this spiritual world?" ”

Harvey sighed softly, "You're so tenacious." ”

Joan of Arc sat on the cross again, holding her legs and her long silver-white hair falling down to her knees.

Harvey didn't talk to her anymore because it didn't make any sense.

The longer he was trapped in this world, the more desperate Harvey became to return to the real world, and Harvey was not as confident as he was at the beginning, and even had the idea that he would be imprisoned in this world forever.

Harvey began to think wildly, his consciousness entered the imaginary world, and he became insane, but he did not think of giving up.

When he fell into meditation again, Harvey stopped killing time and used it to improve his magical skills.

What to do?

In this eternal world, the only thing Harvey can do is to deduce and use what he knows to create a knowledge tree until the knowledge tree grows to the point where he finds a way out of this world.

It took hundreds of thousands of years for human beings to develop modern civilization, and the time spent on all human beings in these hundreds of thousands of years can be superimposed to get the time cost required to develop the knowledge tree of modern civilization, which may be so large that it takes longer than the birth of the earth, and if this world is theoretically an eternal world, it is enough for Harvey to deduce from 1+1 to calculus, and then deduce a mathematical knowledge tree far beyond human knowledge.

Decade! Century! Millennium! Years! Time has completely lost its meaning, Harvey has forgotten his original intention, all his memories, forgotten his human identity, mechanically repeats the deduction, comes to the result, and continues to deduce the next divergence from the result, compared to a certain ultimate creature who has given up thinking, now Harvey's situation is only a little bit higher.

Joan of Arc does not know when she will disappear, leaving this spiritual world to maintain its proper function and judge sinners.

If the consciousness of ordinary people has probably collapsed, but the skill of Star Field Meditation has become the guarantee of Harvey's consciousness, integrated into instinct, whenever the consciousness is deduced to the extreme, the only remaining survival instinct when it is about to collapse will force Harvey's consciousness into a meditative dormant state.

I don't know when, Harvey's consciousness took control of this space, as long as Harvey wanted to, he could easily shatter this spiritual world, but Harvey lost the reason to shatter this spiritual world and return to reality.

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"The baptismal trial should be concluded soon, why is it still like this after more than ten seconds?"

The white dragon Simpson stared at the screen displayed by the crystal ball and muttered, more than ten seconds have passed since Harvey was cast the Baptism and Judgment Divine Technique, and his body is still standing in place like wood.

"Let's go over and take a look, although he has the help of the ancient gods behind him, the ancient gods are not able to understand the existence of living beings, in case the old gods do everything as long as he doesn't die, and then he is transformed into a fanatic..." The white dragon Simpson touched the scales of his chin in thought, and spat out awkward words, and a flame portal opened in front of it.

The white dragon Simpson stepped out of the portal and appeared in front of Harvey, continuing to chant the incantation, and the golden dragon pupils suddenly lit up to open the passage to Harvey's spiritual world.

"Smack!"

The second the spell was completed, the white dragon Simpson's head exploded like a watermelon without warning, the headless corpse fell, and the golden dragon's blood sprinkled Harvey's corroded clothes.

For a long time, for a long time, the blood clots on the ground wriggled and reconstituted the body of the white dragon Simpson, it opened its eyes and looked around suspiciously, and the next second its body suddenly jumped out of embarrassment and fled from the place, looking at Harvey who had solidified into a statue with confused and frightened eyes.

"Damn it~Damn it~ What happened!?"

"What did you just see?"

The White Dragon Simpson couldn't remember the memories after casting the spell, but one thing it knew was very clear, that is, after it entered Harvey's mental space, its consciousness exploded along with its mind because of the excessive amount of unknowable knowledge it received, and the White Dragon Simpson died just now, if it weren't for the constant time regression spell in its own body, it would be a complete corpse now.

There was no memory, only the fear that penetrated deep into the bone marrow still reverberated in the consciousness and body of the white dragon Simpson, who now did not even have the strength to stand up.

The white dragon Simpson opened an opening in Harvey's spiritual world, and a strange and incomprehensible feeling spread from Harvey's body, and the white dragon Simpson didn't know how to describe it, it was like a definition of existence, as if a huge lake suddenly appeared in a barren desert, and everyone noticed the lake for the first time, knew the existence of the lake and understood the meaning of the lake.

White Dragon Simpson doesn't know why such a strange change has happened, but it is clear that the situation is out of control! Escape! Get out of here! The farther you run, the better!

God knows what will happen next, it's more important than the huge wealth that the game brings or the survival that it doesn't want to get involved in.

When the white dragon Simpson trembled and sang the dragon's language, a black chair appeared in the void, the decoration of the chair was simple, but the back of the chair was as long as the throne, and there was an old man in a black suit sitting on the chair, he sat casually, one hand on the arm of the chair to support his side face, his eyes were majestic, and he looked at Harvey and said indifferently: "I see, the miracle of the chain has led to greater possibilities, and now it is the point of divergence between reason and human nature, this person named Harvey Adrian is the remnant of your humanity, The strange ability you possess is also given by you, an unknown existence beyond time, go back to the seat where you should go, and continue the process of observation and deduction until the destruction of this universe. ”

The white dragon Simpson swallowed, recognized the identity of the old man, and hung the portrait of the first president in the office of the president of the Magic Association, the legend has it that he lived from ancient times to modern times, lived longer than the dragon, and single-handedly established magic and standardized the meaning of magic.

Aureliso Arthur Douglas