Preface: I Am Not Dust (II)

Inham didn't see anything wrong with this 'son'. Although his observation and feeling are definitely the first of the first-rate, he has experienced several big battles and confrontations before, and his energy and mental strength are close to exhaustion, and the most important thing is that he never thought that Stephen would dare to replace Jarvey with another person, and he actually found it in such a short time.

The fatal flaw is never physical or strength, but psychological. Rodhart sensed that, psychologically, the relationship between this extraordinary man, who had always managed everything in his hands, was like that of an unguarded rabbit and a poisonous snake lurking in the dark.

And even if it's strength, Rodhart isn't much weaker now.

In order not to show flaws, Stephen did make some changes to his ****, at least not to let Inham notice that he was completely the body of a necromantic knight, such as having some 'alive' characteristics such as a pulse. So strictly speaking, he is now half-alive and half-dead, and he needs not only necromancy but also white magic to drive.

When the white light from the scepter poured into his body, an incomparable vitality filled every part of his body. The body that had been washed by white magic for a long time did not have the slightest rejection, and completely absorbed this pure and vast power. Like the previous Purdue Sentient Beings, "No > Wrong" m., this is also a magic that is beyond human power, but this is more refined and primitive. If it is said that Pudu sentient beings are as vast as a sea of smoke, what comes from this scepter is that this sea of smoke condenses into earth and water. Directly nourishes the body that is completely dry.

The body was made from a combination of the strongest and most efficient parts of his and the big man's body, and now the massive, pure white magic had been completely fused. Even though there was no more important necromancy to replenish it, Rodhart was already sure that his combat power was definitely stronger than when he was still alive.

Inham turned away, his unsuspecting back not far in front of him. At this distance, he can cut off all the feet of a fly with a single sword, and the fly can continue to fly, or he can grind an elephant into slices. In such a situation, he is at least eighty percent sure that he will cut this 'father' in two pieces from behind.

There was once a very famous warrior ranger who said that as long as you are sixty percent sure of one thing, you can let it go. This sentence can definitely be called the motto of all ambitious, combative and bloody young people. And Rodhart is such a model among young people. After the grasp of eight, it is once and for all, and there is no need to disguise anything. Fear of revealing some flaws.

But he still didn't do it after all, and this thought only flashed in his mind. The impending success did not affect his sanity in the slightest, and now, even the danger of twenty percent was no longer worth the risk for him. Letting Inham pass will naturally make the situation on the square more chaotic, and his chances will be more and greater.

So when Inham disappeared, he took a slight detour. I also ran in the direction of the square.

The battle on the ground in the square was already nearing its end, and Gru, who was killed from the crowd of beasts, defeated the paladin with just one blow, and completely took the Pope and the others into his own hands, and Oufu seemed to have won. The others didn't notice, but Rodhart could clearly see that Inham was slowly chanting a spell in the crowd, preparing a large spell.

As he expected, this was indeed a better opportunity. By Inham's means, once this magic is issued. Whether it's Gru or Lancelot, most of the people he cares about who can pose a threat to him will never be a threat again. But Rodhart didn't care much about that now, and his attention was now completely drawn to the other side.

What attracted him was the things in the Great Hall of Light. He didn't know what was there, but he knew it was there.

At first, the fluctuation simply made his Necro Knight's body feel attracted. Until I got close to here, I felt this fluctuation from every inch of skin to my mind and soul. Only then did he realize that he seemed to be being induced by this feeling all along. From the time when he was still unable to move, and only repeated that belief repeatedly in his heart, it had already coincided with the other thought that filled the air of the Castle of Radiance. He didn't kill Hamm and came here with him, and the most fundamental reason may be just that.

This kind of pure feeling seemed strange to a man as sane as he was, and he kept telling himself as he ran towards it that this inexplicable feeling might not have any practical meaning. The fluctuation was not very strong, but the sensation it caused in him was incomparably deeper, as if it were all the innate instincts of hunger and thirst, which came from the deepest part of the soul, and was so intense that the whole mind was completely attracted to this feeling. Pulled. Pull together and aggregate into one of the simplest and strongest ****: go there, there is what you want. Can solve all the **** all **** things.

Vast amounts of necromancy swept across the square, and Inham finally got his hands dirty. At this time, Rodhart also broke through the wall on one side of the hall with a sword and drilled into it.

There was no one in the hall for a long time, so he didn't have to make much effort, and he walked into a room with his senses. The corpse of an old man was lying quietly on the bed, and the thing that emitted this fluctuation was a strange little pouch tied around the waist of the old man's corpse. This is something that makes him feel so strongly, as if other people don't feel it much and don't take it too seriously.

He untied the old man's pocket and slowly untied the rope with the mouth. His fingers were trembling, and even he couldn't believe that someone like him could be so excited. This fluctuation has been so close, so strong, and the flavor in it is so close to him, as if he cut off a part of his own soul and then refined and magnified it countless times, so it is so compatible with him.

Ambition, ****, conquest, hatred, black, death...... And, eternal. Eternal, he clearly felt the most subtle bit by bit meaning of this breath, all this is what he wants, it is his soul primordial life power, this breath is like the warmest, softest and most delicate hand probing into the deepest and most secret ** in his heart, is slowly stroking and rubbing, his ambition his **** to be congested, to be vibrant, to explode......

The pocket had been undone, revealing the small black hilt in the middle, and Rodhart reached out to hold it. He felt that what he was holding was nothing else, but his heart, his soul, and eternity.

Countless people, the picture of things flashed through my mind quickly, the magistrate in my hometown... Dead folks... That leaking girl in the imperial capital... Duke Mrak, who once mastered almost the entire empire... Bishop Ronis, whose heart is higher than the sky... In the end, the picture is fixed on a pile of minced meat garbage on the edge of the wall, it is Javi, who was once ambitious, had excellent qualifications and excellent opportunities, but in the end he could only replace him as a lump of minced meat.

Dust, no matter what happened to them in life, they all failed in the end, they all became tools used by the strong, and they became food to make the strong stronger, but they were just a speck of dust in the world. And even those who have not failed now, those who are strong, sooner or later they will become dust and disappear without a trace in the trajectory of this world.

And now all this is forever out of him, he is already eternal, he is no longer dust, it can never be.

He wanted to be excited, but he couldn't, the breath from the hilt of this sword had instantly filled every tiniest part of his body, even his soul and mind were completely filled. Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, all feelings are silently annihilated under the coercion of this breath, and disappear forever. Even the ambition that has always supported his actions, ****, all the mental characteristics of being a 'human' are gone, if it weren't for the fact that his mind and this breath are so similar, even the last reason and judgment will be completely gone.

The perfect **** that had just been transformed was shriveling and withering like a vegetable leaf in high temperature, if it weren't for the fact that this body was not really alive, if it weren't for the incomparably huge white magic from the scepter just now, his body would have been swallowed up and annihilated by this breath in an instant. But with this cushion, his body began to slowly merge with the breath on the hilt, and finally, his body stopped drying up, and became the same black and hard lifeless thing as the hilt. His mind was completely immersed in the bigger, darker, and boundless darkness.

I'm so hungry. He thought about it without joy, he opened his eyes and saw a large mass of flesh and blood floating in front of the main hall, and then as soon as he inhaled, this huge mass of flesh and blood life mixed with magic power all entered his body.

Walking out of the main hall, he saw that there were thousands of people visible below, and he did not have the sense of conquest and pleasure that he had imagined before that he would be at the top of the world overlooking the common people but so full of his feet, he no longer had the ability to feel anything, his eyes were full of emptiness and nothingness, as if he was looking at the dust all over the ground.