"Here we go again......"

Yalei gently closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tightened his hands on the armrests of his chair, trying to suppress the fury that was pouring out from the depths of his brain.

When the black-haired knight slowly opened his eyes, the dark red light in his pupils began to flicker, gradually shrinking, and the next moment it was a full counterattack, then faded in his suppression, and then counterattacked......

This is a stalemate war, and it is a war that must be lost.

The Origin Flame absorbed enough power, and finally gradually condensed the godhead and hatched into the will of the Demon God. An attempt is being made to take over the will of Aree himself, to destroy his entire personality and become a truly perfect living being.

The mortal body is fragile, and the mortal will is also vulnerable, and it is undoubtedly an extremely inefficient waste to control the body of a god with the human will.

In contrast to the flawed personality, the Godhead represents absolute sanity, absolute immaculateness, and absolute efficiency. Even the weakest of the nascent stages can easily destroy the essence that constitutes human nature and completely complete the synchronization of body and soul.

Therefore, if you want to ensure an independent personality, you need the will of the knight to desperately pull the shelf.

And in this war between mortals and gods, the size of the spiritual power and the strength of the essence of the soul cannot have any effect. Because the Godhead is also the master of the body, "he" can use these powers more efficiently even from a higher dimension. In the eyes of "him", personality is nothing more than garbage accumulated in the body, relying on the initial advantage to survive, and defeat is only a matter of time.

The stronger the spirit. The more tenacious the soul, the harder it is to resist apotheosis.

Because this is the innate instinct of living beings to be stronger, better, more perfect, to seek advantage and avoid disadvantage. In a way, conform to apotheosis. In fact, it is the right direction for every ultimate life form to choose.

But right and wrong are often relative concepts, state, family, responsibility, affection, love, these are all based on the basis of human nature to shape the social cooperation system.

Once the Godhead replaces the personality, then the cooperative relationship based on human nature will also become rubbish, because it is not necessary at all - "he" can survive perfectly in any environment without the help of any external force.

Friend?

That's just a kind of psychological dependence between the weak to support each other.

Love?

It's just that living things are there to reproduce. A long-term estrus that is controlled by hormones.

Family?

It's just a small collaborative system built between individuals for the continuation of the bloodline.

The "gods" don't need this garbage, but the Knight of the End can't let go of his past. The power they have worked so hard to gain is also based on the spoils of war enjoyed from the perspective of human nature.

By noble ambitions, or romantic, or greedy. It is the motivation of the knights to move towards the end. And at the moment when the door of the end opens, they have to withstand the test of "themselves".

Whether to choose the "wrong" personality or the "right" godhead, the vast majority of the knights of the end will make the "wrong" choice at the first time.

If it is only for the sake of strength, and even the essence of one's own insistence is forgotten, then what is the point of living, to be a slave of pure power?

Of course, if it's an end-of-life knight who lives purely for power. He certainly would not resist apotheosis. But after the apotheosis, he will no longer enjoy the thrill of boosting his strength. Because that's something that belongs to human nature.

Therefore, in the eyes of most knights, the process of apotheosis is a process of chronic suicide, and once the personality is destroyed, it also represents his own demise.

The same attitude is the same on the part of the Empire, once you lose your personality and become a Knight of Destruction of Hearts, then you will automatically lose all human rights, and everyone will be punished.

Time has proven this notion to be true, just as you can't expect to live in harmony with ants, and true perfect life forms can't stand human domination, and there will always be big news.

Unless the Heart Destroyer Knight is willing to be like the four goblin lords, shatter the flawless godhead, create a relatively high-level personality, and use "it" instead of himself to observe everything in the world.

However, this ability is not possessed by every ultimate lifeform, even if the four great goblin lords of the source power level were not cornered by the eternal fire, they would not have survived such a humiliating "self-harm".

On the surface, the beautiful golden edict is like a fairy tale, but behind it is also the bloody Hundred Years War, in the end, neither side wants to destroy the world, and in desperation, they take a step back and compromise.

Source power is a "non-specification" realm, Yalei can't do that level, and naturally there is no room for compromise, once he can't contain the nascent "King of Fear", then he will become the King of Fear in the true sense.

Charlene could only wipe her tears and draw her sword at that time, because as long as he didn't die, once he returned to the strength that the head of the demon god should have, the whole world would be covered by the shadow of the Void Fear.

Does the head of the demon god care about a love in his human time?

Of course not.

The black-haired knight's soul strength is more than thirty times that of the top Origin knight, and this huge advantage allowed him to survive the confrontation with the sealer, but now it has become a disadvantage.

The "King of Fear" is far better at manipulating mental power than him, even if he has not learned any related techniques, but he can automatically comprehend various advanced spiritual techniques in a short period of time.

The more he tried to suppress him, the more the suffocating rage swelled, as if a whole huge ocean was rushing towards him, and wave after wave rose until it was about to swallow him completely.

But fortunately, he still has the advantages accumulated in the early stage, relying on strong willpower to consolidate the space of consciousness, and struggling to support under the stormy offensive of the "King of Fear", waiting for the temporary retreat of this storm.

Without the supply of body and soul, the offensive in the early stage of the godhead will not last long, relying on death and exhaustion, waiting to carry it, this is the conclusion reached by the black-haired knight after summing up the experience of his predecessors.

Yalei's ten fingers clucked the hardwood, gradually penetrating into the wood, leaving clear finger marks on the armrests, and it seemed that he could breathe out a hot breath like sulfur.

The dark red light in his eyes became more and more condensed. Finally, an almost liquid liquid was about to overflow from the eye sockets, and the violent emotions that burned in the brain blasted like an explosion.

Bang!

The overwhelmed hardwood handrail was finally pinched open by the black-haired knight. Floury sawdust boiled in the air, obscuring his face twisted in pain, turning into flickering sparks in his hot gaze.

This seemed to be the last counterattack of the "Lord of Fear" before his strength was exhausted, and deep dark markings gradually appeared in Yalei's eyes, covering the original magma-like boiling light little by little, and then his body slowly relaxed as the rage was suppressed.

"The initial stage is so violent...... Deified me almost directly......"

The black-haired knight was sweating profusely and lay down on his seat, his body as if he had been fished out of water. His limbs and muscles were trembling slightly unconsciously, and he looked more tired than fighting a 100-day war.

"Next time...... It won't be such a simple offensive anymore......"

Yalei could feel it, after this all-out attack. The "King of Fear" has been able to gradually mobilize the resources of the body, and next time, if he still relies on hard work, he will definitely lose his heart.

"Man and God are one...... Man and God are one......"

The black-haired knight knew he had to run to complete the unity of man and god, no. I am afraid that the unity of man and god will not be able to suppress the "King of Fear". At least to the extent that man and God suppress it.

Because the mental power accumulated by Yalei is so huge that he can't exert his full strength, and the Godhead's utilization of power is more than ten times more efficient than his personality, and the "King of Fear" is a master who is born to play with people's hearts - playing with himself will only be more terrifying.

This means that as long as the other party can steal one-tenth of the resources, he can completely overwhelm him in terms of quality and quantity, and he cannot be eliminated, but can only be suppressed.

"Time...... Not much......"

The black-haired knight muttered to himself, propping himself up from his seat. With a somewhat stiff step, he walked in the direction of the palace study.

Aree knew what was going on with his current body. It must be impossible to go out to investigate intelligence, and if the "King of Fear" attacks in the wild, it is really hopeless.

can only let Charlene investigate instead of himself, and he has to find a way to solve the "King of Fear" as soon as possible.

And before he goes crazy or becomes one with man and god, he must not let outsiders know his current state, otherwise the situation of the initial stability of North and South Celtic will be turbulent again.

......

The quiet night in the forest was gradually overshadowed by the morning glow, and the scorching sun smeared a glittering golden halo on the canopy of the trees, and a straight beam of light pierced through the gaps in the branches and leaves into the depths of the forest, illuminating a thick patch of moss.

Hank and Derek staggered through the hot and humid primeval forest, looking embarrassed by the leaves of various leaves.

"It's hot...... So thirsty......"

The old grave robber wiped a handful of sticky sweat, took out two fresh and clean green fruits from the pocket in his arms, grabbed one for himself and nibbled on it, and gave the other to his cheap son.

"Eat again...... Eat less, not more. ”

Although the young man said this, he still took the fruit very honestly, and took a bite, the sweet juice instantly moistened his throat, and the sultry air in the forest seemed to be much cooler.

After eating, he directly wiped the juice from his mouth with his arm, and asked tiredly:

"It's been a few days...... Are you sure we're not going in the wrong direction?"

"I'm sure we've been heading west since we got out of the Spider Forest. To the west is the Kingdom of the Highlands, and as long as you keep going, you will definitely be able to return to Edinburgh. ”

Old Hank replied weakly, and his tone was not as determined as before.

Although Derek was full of complaints, he had no experience in surviving in the wild, so he could only pinch his nose and follow him headlong into the dark, while praying to his ancestors that he could return to the Highland Kingdom as soon as possible, even if he went to prison immediately after returning.

As the two stumbled forward, the trees above their heads became denser and denser, almost completely blocking off the sunlight, shrouding the space below in a dark gray shadow, which looked quiet and secretive.

Following the old tomb robber halfway through, the young man noticed that the forest in front of him was getting taller and taller, and countless huge towering ancient trees seemed to be black giants, standing around them, and the branches and leaves were somewhat unusually large.

"Hey, hey, hey, do you feel wrong...... The trees here are too tall. Derek reminded in a whisper.

"What is this, let me tell you, in the sparsely populated primeval forest in the far north of the Kingdom of Correa, covered with ice and snow, where giant trees can be directly hollowed out to make skyscrapers!"

At every opportunity, old Hank likes to show off his knowledge in front of his cheap son.

"But this is Celtic. ”

"What about Celtic, can't Celtic have big trees?"

“......”

The young man closed his mouth speechlessly, looked up at the giant tree that covered the sky, and couldn't help but say, "I've never seen such a big tree, is it really okay?"

"No problem...... Probably......"

The old tomb robber glanced around suspiciously, he was just a tomb robber, not an adventurer, where did he have so much experience in surviving in the wild, at best, he deceived the stunned young man who had never seen the world.

Old Hank patiently examined it for a week, and suddenly found that in addition to the damp and stuffy smell of the earth, there was another smell of fish, but this smell was very close to the smell of the earth, so it was difficult to distinguish it.

"It's a bit weird ...... do"

The old grave robber wrinkled his nose and tried to sniff out the source of the fishy smell, but he was not a dog after all, so he never could sniff out why.

However, it didn't take long for him to be distracted and sniff the fishy smell, because the source himself appeared in front of the two.

Deep in the forest, between the bustling shrubs beneath the giant trees, wisps of thin red mist fluttered slowly, like dyed silk, lingering between the trunks of the giant trees.

The smell of the mist is the same, and it is clear that it spreads from one direction to another.

"I knew something was wrong, so let's get out of the way......"

After Derek saw this scene, his legs and stomach went weak for a while, and he felt like he was plunged into the spider forest again.

"It's all come so far...... It's too much of a loss to go back, don't be afraid, there are no famous monsters in our Highland Kingdom. Keep going, if it really doesn't work, we'll take a detour. ”

Although the old Hank also felt that something was wrong, he was obviously quite confident in his current strength, and dared to take risks more than young people.

The two of them cautiously walked forward some distance, and in the depths of the bushes, a cauldron sandwiched between the campfires appeared in front of them.

The campfire burned violently, and some kind of soup seemed to be boiling on the iron pot, and the red mist was billowing and billowing all the way to the depths of the forest.

"Is there a living person?" said Derek.

"Idiot! How could a normal person use such a large pot!"

Old Hank pointed to the large iron pot, which was nine feet in diameter, and squirted his cheap son's face, and suddenly pressed the other man's head, and rolled into the bushes on the right side with him. (To be continued.) )