Muhati licked his lips and looked at the manta rays flying overhead, and in front of him was Atki, and the nearly month-long trek had finally come to an end.

A month earlier, he had shown his might in a decisive battle between Tyre and the Witch King, forcing the Witch King Hamanu to flee and win the game in one fell swoop. After that, he won countless applause and hugs, gold and kisses. He was also received individually by Shatiri, Aikis, and even King Tessian.

Coral Witch ......

Muhadi thought of her again, of every detail of that meeting and every word the mage had ever said. After meeting with the founder of the Tyr Revolution alone, he accepted the offer and traveled to the northern city of Atki, the seat of the Psychic Warlocks' Guild, in order to find the source of the mysterious power in his heart.

Muhadi himself knew that his power came from an ancient consciousness, but neither the other psychic magicians, mages, nor Templars could detect this. He kept the secret well in his heart, and then forced himself to pretend that he didn't know anything.

He joined a caravan alone, leaving Tyre and heading north along the winding bed of the ancient river. Along the way, he interacted with all kinds of people and visited hundreds of unique settlements in the desert. Tyr's gold coin was first exchanged for a small gold coin engraved with the head of a sand eagle, then for a nude woman, and then for a thin gold coin for a standing horse and a gold coin for crossing two swords. Arriving at a town where people used gold coins for beautiful men's heads, he parted ways with the caravan and continued further north into the desert.

Unlike Tyre, which is located in the mid-latitudes, the desert is much cooler in the higher latitudes, but that doesn't mean it's a better place for life. In fact, the vegetation here is more sparse, and there are fewer animal and insect tracks. Here, groundwater reserves are much lower, so towns and villages in the north are scarcer and much smaller than in Tyre.

But there was also interesting life here, and Muhathir saw a huge flying monster that was more than fifty feet long and forty feet wide. The locals call this monster the manta ray, and it looks a lot like the manta rays that live in the sea on Earth. While with the caravan, he once saw dozens of these flying creatures emerge from beneath the sand, flapping their fleshy wings and soaring into the air. When they walk in groups, they can even block out the sun's rays and swim leisurely in the air.

When the temperature drops to the normal summer on Earth, the sky at night begins to see aurora lights. Colorful, shapely, and beautiful, there is no other phenomenon comparable to it on Artas. It is difficult for any colored pen to paint the dazzling light that frolicks and changes in the warm polar air.

Sometimes the aurora appears for a very short time, like a festive firework flashing in the sky and disappearing without a trace, sometimes it can shine in the sky for half a night, sometimes it looks like a ribbon, sometimes it looks like a flame, sometimes it looks like a huge screen full of colors. Muhadi often lies on the sand and stares at the sky, looking at it like a few hourglasses.

As you advance northward, the nights get longer and the days get shorter. The Psychic Warlock hired locals as advisors, constantly going north, and then north. Everywhere he went, he had to get a new mount. And by the next populated spot, the mount must have become exhausted.

As the saying goes, the witch kings rule the world, leaving only Atki the Psychic Warlock. This is the secret base of the Psychic Warlocks, their Holy City, their Tinder. In ancient times, psionic energy used to be above one qiē, but the clarity of magic made the psychic warlocks who inherited ancient skills have to prostrate under mages.

Situated on the shores of a lake known as the "Lost Sea", Atki is also an underground city, with only a small part of most of the buildings piercing the sand to reveal a spire. Some say that Atki City is as old as Atas and was once a capital of the arts, but it was still a city on the ground, and now the flying sands have buried most of it.

The city has no army, no guards, weirdos come and go, and no one will greet each other. Muhadi tightened his robes and headed for the city.

All kinds of psionic noises came, and the closer he got to the city, the clearer he heard. The psychic sorcerer kept irrelevant voices out of his mind and walked resolutely into the labyrinthine streets underground.

I don't know if it's time to say that the psychic warlock really doesn't weigh matter, and the city under Muhadi is as closed as a submarine. Everywhere there are exposed metal pipes and rock walls, various corridors, stairs, intricately intersecting together, making it confusing.

He could only pull up his cloak and quicken his pace.

The guild's gates are flanked by a pair of monster statues with octopus-like heads and human-like bodies. The octopus has six tentacles on its head, four short and two long, with curly ends. The gate itself is made of obsidian, ancient and scarred, illuminated by a blue light source, like an electric light on Earth.

Not many people come in and out of here, there aren't many psychic manilocks, and most prefer to live in isolation rather than stay in the city. There also seem to be some commoners and slaves here, who take care of the psychic manipulators' daily life and act as real objects when necessary. Muhati saw a few bored merchants sitting behind their stalls waiting for customers to sell books. Another stall sells a strange flower that smells of it.

Muhadi reached for the door, but it opened on its own. He entered the door and walked up a spiral staircase into an underground hall. His purpose is to meet the president of the Psychic Warlock Guild, a powerful psychic warlock known as a Thousand Souls. Lyra says that he is the only one on Atas who has studied the soul realm the most.

The hall was empty, with stone floors, twenty-four fireplaces, and some benches were placed in the hall, but there was no one to receive them or explain the situation to the newcomers.

In Atki, only he is looking for you, not you. Muhadi remembered what Aikis had said about the Thousand Souls, who could appear at any time or never.

There is no concept of night and day underground, and Muhadi closes his eyes and tries to beat time with meditation. Hourglass hour after hourglass hour passed, and he was still sitting on that bench, and no one was looking for him, no one was passing by.

The Psychic Warlock suppressed his impatience and continued to wait, but until he went from one to two counts, no one paid attention to him. So Muhati had to open his eyes.

All around him changed, not in a hall, but in a place that looked like a circular altar. Was it teleportation, or was the hall an illusion in the beginning, or was the current situation an illusion projected directly into his mind? Muhadi didn't know.

A floating figure appeared in the middle of the circular space, which al-Muhathir felt like a ghost from a movie, except that it was larger than the ghost, with many tentacles growing out of what should have been limbs, curling unconsciously in the air. This being was so powerful that Muhadi realized that he instinctively had the idea of fear, as if the other party could destroy himself if he moved his thoughts.

"Are you a thousand souls?" Muhadi asked calmly.

"A Thousand Souls is my name. The tentacled ghost said, and as soon as he spoke, a thousand different voices came out, men and women, old and young. "But I'm not a thousand souls. ”

"What does that mean?" the telemancer frowned, "some kind of wordplay?"

"It's not a game, it's a fact. Mixed men and women, old and young, voices came again. "Just as Muhati is your name and you are not Muhadi. ”

"I'm not here to study philosophy. Muhadi said, "I have come to seek wisdom." ”

"What kind of wisdom do you want to obtain?" replied thousands of voices together.

"All kinds of wisdom. The Psychic Warlock said. "Tell me what you are, I used to think that Thousand Souls was a human being. ”

"I'm not a human, I'm not an elf, I'm not a dwarf, I'm not any race in the world, but I'm a human, an elf and a dwarf. I am all wrong, I am all things. ”

The philosophical tentacle ghost explains in thousands of voices, "You may think I look like a ghost of a dead man, but I do, I am indeed a soul of detachment, but I am more than that." ”

"Countless millennia ago, when Atas was still a verdant planet, elves, dwarves, mantis, halflings, and many other races still flourished. At that time, there was no magic in the world, and the gods stood high in the clouds, staring at the qiē on the earth. ”

"At that time, there was a god of death, and his priesthood was to punish evil and promote good, and to maintain the balance of the world. He made death fall on all people equally, regardless of good and evil, dignity and inferiority, beauty and ugliness, rich and poor. The Grim Reaper is not worshipped by many people, but he loves the mortal world in his heart, and he has built a soul furnace to imprison the most heinous souls. The souls of the wicked will be trapped in the furnace, tormented and never to be freed. ”

"How many sinful souls have been suppressed and suffering here? Maybe thousands, maybe tens of thousands, maybe endless. There were so many of them that the Grim Reaper made mistakes, and he occasionally threw one or two innocent souls into the furnace and hammered them with the wicked. ”

"Later, the magic was revealed, and the battle for purification exploded. One by one, the gods of heaven died at the hands of earthly mages, and death was no exception. But the strong ** master who defeated death did not take over the treasure house left by the god of death, and he soon died at the hands of his own disciples. ”

"The Soul Forge has stood in the Grim Reaper's realm for countless years, and the souls in the Forge feel that the Grim Reaper is gone, and they struggle to escape. After countless failed attempts, they finally succeeded, and he finally succeeded. ”

"A thousand souls. Muhadi recited the name, "They are you!"

"The cage built by God is not so easy to break through, even if countless of the most evil souls in history join forces. The tentacles of the powerful ghost with a philosophical aura trembled all over its body, and the voices of countless men, women, and children came together. "In order to escape, we had to give up our selves and merge into one. There are no more individual names, no more us, only me, only a thousand souls. ”

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