That's what the souls of the other world see.

It lowered its head, and its heart was complicated, this soldier named Gabi had aided and abetted, but he could repent, as a mortal, he could be said to have done as much evil as he could, and did as good as he could.

"He's dead...... Is it?" Gabby asked with difficulty.

The soul of the other world did not speak, and a huge transparent hand pulled Gabi up and gently placed it beside the mercenary leader, Gabi fumbled - his eyes were no longer of much use, but he still had fingers, and with his sense of touch, he found the whereabouts of the stinger- It was stuck squarely in the man's throat, and the soldier showed a relieved smile, and hung his head and died, perhaps because he was on the verge of death, he had no time to care, how could the stinger he stabbed in the abdomen turn to the throat, in fact, it was impossible for an ordinary soldier to kill a cautious and fierce mercenary leader, but the black-haired spellcaster who came to Kerryben happened to meet and gave him the last hallucination.

However, now that the reason for the assassination is known, the soul of the other world will certainly not just turn around and leave. It turned to look at the leader of the mercenaries, who had also fallen to the ground, he was a strong warrior wearing a defensive rune that had kept Gabi's stinger out, and the soldier had instead broken his arms and ribs from the rampaging enemy, and his death had been brought about by the ribs that had pierced his lungs. But this low-level rune could not resist the spells of a sin lich and a psychic mancer, and the mercenary leader fell to the ground, unable to move or make a sound, his eyes wide open, and his mind raced with thoughts, trying to find a way to get himself out of his current predicament. He could turn the tide with a single word, or even just a few words—he had a face that could be described as honest, and a deep voice that touched many soft-hearted hearts when he pleaded earnestly, and he was at first a thief, who, by virtue of these two special talents, wandered the middle of nowhere, begging to take someone else's carriage or ox cart, but, alas, as soon as he climbed into the cart, and when the coachman or his companions were not looking, he would cut their necks with the knife hidden in his sleeve.

But the mage didn't say anything, and didn't seem to want to hear what he said, he made a simple gesture, and an invisible hand immediately turned over the mercenary leader's body, which gave the latter a little hope, if it was just a money-hungry mage, he could give him a more generous reward, not only to take his own life, but also to recruit him into his command. But soon, his hope turned to despair, for the invisible hand had found many valuable ornaments—skins containing gold coins, rings studded with precious stones, crowns, coats of arms, and so on—but they were all cast aside with disdain, and the spine of the mercenary leader was drenched in cold sweat at the sound of tinkling— The hand paused suddenly, as if it had found what it was looking for, it was also a small leather bag, and the contents looked like some inferior pearls, irregular shapes, and the color also ranged from ivory white to creamy yellow, but the otherworldly soul who was already the youngest disciple of a demigod lich could see at a glance that they were all polished teeth, and then the mercenary leader's coat was also opened, revealing long underwear sewn from human skin. The black-haired caster looked down for a moment, the stitches were covered by fine embroidery, tanned with great care, and concocted with spices, but the smell of death could not be concealed in any way.

The black eyes met the foul brown eyes of the mercenary leader, "the first," said the otherworldly soul, "you are the first human to die at my hands." ”

There was a sneering look in the mercenary leader's eyes, although he knew that he shouldn't provoke such an inexplicable guy at this time, but he still couldn't bear it, what kind of joke, a mage, a spellcaster recruited by mercenaries, would it still be a chick?

"Well," said the otherworldly soul, "maybe it's my fault, to correct my statement, you're the first, well, the first, the human to kill when I knew what I was doing." ”

The leader of the mercenaries struggled to ask something, but the spirit of the other world had already lifted the stinger that had fallen to the ground and stabbed it into his throat - how much power, how much hatred, and how much fear of death a human would burst out when he died—and it watched and felt the lives lost in the past decades of magic and blades reappearing before its eyes, and the soul of the other world was surprised to find that it remembered every ...... From the thieves of Sharp Jaw, to the orcs of Thundercastle, the enemies of Grenada, and the grey robes of Vinito...... Every face was so clear, and so was the final call sign, "Remember this," it said to itself, "never forget." ”

The soul of the other world left the room of the mercenary leader, and everything around him suddenly became real, these are all people, or humanoids with intelligent lives, not NPCs, nor two-dimensional lines and color blocks, not even dolls and puppets, each life is a real existence, with its own preferences, its own beliefs, relatives and friends...... They don't exist for just one person, everyone, whether it's a mortal, a spellcaster, a elf, a dwarf, a gnome, a giant, an orc, a devil, a demon, and your gods...... All have their own meaning and indelible traces.

It wants to go home so much, in addition to relatives and friends, there are also the thoughts and ideas that it has been immersed in for thirty years, and between them and it, like vines and fruits, it is born from their arms, and every trace has the deepest connection, and every bump and contour is shaped by them. If it wants to change itself, it is tantamount to tearing its own blood and cutting its own body, just to fit into this chaotic and dangerous plane.

If it's just for the gold, for the cute girl, or for the power and status...... No, it will never hesitate, but what if it can change not only itself, but other people, other places, although it may be only a small place, although it may be after it is gone, a powerful inertia will turn it back into its original trajectory - but can it really stand alone and watch the darkness slowly but surely engulf the continent?

Try it, a small voice said, try it, if you don't try, how do you know you can't do it...... Uh, wait...... This chicken soup seems to be mixed with a bit of poison......

Even if you can't do it, you can't help it.

"But what if I do it wrong?"

"I'll remind you. Carey Ben said.

"What if, you don't have time," the otherworldly soul stubbornly pursues the matter, "Or maybe you advised me, but I still made mistakes?"

"Then correct it. ”

"What if it can't be corrected?"

"Then atonement for your sins. "Everybody, nay, even gods, makes mistakes, so don't forget, don't give up, don't be resentful because you can't be forgiven, that's fine." ”

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Collapse looked up, and although he could only see the black stone in the cave, he always felt as if something had changed.

He lifted his shackles and slipped out like a light-footed gopher, and the other dwarves and gnomes did not have the same energy as he did, and they lay on the ground in a row as they were on the shackles, and slept soundly on the spot - thanks to the recent increase in food— It's all fat whale oil, and the residue of the juice of beets and sugar cane, but like the cows and horses, and the former slaves of the Dragonfire Islands, they have enough strength to make weapons and golems for the cruel warlocks and devils, and the weapons don't talk about it for a moment, they flow out of their workshops every day like the water of a river, and those golems are amazing— In the past, the golems were rarely so tall as they were built, because the golems were almost always used as castles and mage towers, and the defensive tools of the warlock towers, which were too huge and would cause them to be inflexible, but the golems here were as tall as a giant, so big, but the gems and mythril needed to be used, and there was very little pure gold, the dwarves didn't like magic, but they were good at building golems, and from the point of view of the collapse, these golems were blessed by the gods if they were able to act with so little magic medium, but what worried him was that the warlocks seemed to have found a solution, that is- Fill this void with the human soul. If you have to explain, it's probably that he just created an empty shell, and then stuffed human souls into it, and let these souls that have surrendered to him control these big guys.

And there was already a successful example around him, although it contained a dwarf soul instead of a human one, but the dwarf soul was no tougher than a human, and it was proved that if it was crumbling that was stuffed inside, the dwarf swore that he would use his iron arm to squeeze the warlock's belly out of his mouth.

Collapse thought like this, and almost laughed out loud because of this vivid imagination, but he still held back, he rushed all the way to the side of the big golem, and touched McGee with a small device, a tool made of two magnets, McGee woke up at once, he waited for a while, the golem's own defense system was indeed not awakened by the paralyzing sensation caused by the two small magnets, after all, he usually walked and "punished", he would inevitably suffer a little friction.

But McGee inside the golem would wake up because of this little irritation, perhaps because of Ostar's bad heart, and he would love to watch the gnome suffer from this extra injury, but it gave McGee and Collapse a chance.

McGee slowly let go of the arm holding his legs and put one hand on the ground, and Crash immediately climbed up like a gecko with gloves and footmuffs with small magnets, and he hugged McGee heavily at first...... The nose, a raised piece of iron, then crawled toward his knees, and as he sat down, McGee lifted his hand and returned to his original position, as if he had been asleep, but between his large fingers, the dwarf was sitting well.

In the darkness, the dwarf gestured, and McGee watched cautiously, lest he fall behind so that he could not read what Crash was saying...... Fortunately, the words that Honkai "said" today were very short, he just wanted to know from McGee, how many (things) they sent out, and how many (slaves) were sent in,—— only the golem that can do things now is McGee, because of decades of numb labor, almost no warlock and mage here noticed that it was not so rigid, and occasionally ignored its existence, so McGee sometimes knew more things than all the dwarves and gnomes combined. They also discussed the matter of the golems, wondering if they should be glad that the fixed spell that infused the human soul into the golem has not been completely successful, and on the contrary, people continue to die, but if these golems are released, how much disaster they will cause even McGee can guess.

No, McGee "said". Unbeknownst to no one else, McGee was now able to control the light and shade of his eyes, and he used this difficult way to express himself.

There was a serious and nervous look on Collapse's face.

He made a few gestures, "asked", and after receiving a definite answer, even the dwarf couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

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"Do you feel reborn?" asked the cardinal with a smile.

Baldwin looked around him in bewilderment, a room that was alien to him, but would have been delighted by the Warlocks of Grenada, or more accurately, an experimental room— Specifically, this place is as empty and tall as a hall dedicated to the gods, the walls and the ground, and the top surface are all complete stones, obviously not built of stones but directly carved out of the rock, compared with the coarseness of the top surface of the wall, inlaid on the top surface, the fluorite of the wall seems a little too extravagant, they make this room without doors and windows as bright as day, it took a long time for Birdwin to find the source of the sound, he saw a cardinal warlock, his body immediately tensed, and he wanted to draw his broadsword, but his hand only shook weakly。

"It takes time for the soul and body to fit," Ostar whispered, as if to comfort himself, "Move," he raised his voice, "Son, let me see your strength." ”

Feeling a pang of anger, he stood up and searched for his weapon again, but he was in a trance, and when his gaze finally stabilized, he was horrified to find that the reason why the cardinal was so small was not that he was standing far away, but that his body was originally small enough to be a doll that could be placed on a windowsill.