Acacia stone. As the name suggests, two people can be regarded as lovesick. It implies that the power of thought is enough to change all reality. The Dwarven Master who named the Blood Spirit Stone wanted to show that this small red stone contained a miraculous power.

With just a few less harsh conditions, the original inert body of Acacia Stone will erupt like a mad fire dragon with unimaginable destructive power to destroy everything around it that can be destroyed. Like the bottom of the half-melted catapult capsule. Acacia...... Lovesickness, madness for this.

However, first of all, we must have two acacia stones to achieve all possible conditions, and after the excitement, Igushi looked at the blood essence stone in his hand with a look of regret, helpless.

This raw material, refined by the dwarves, has always been a secret of the dwarven clan. Even in the heyday of humanity, the guardians of "Elpis" were only given a pitiful point to symbolically express the testimony of the friendship between the dwarves and humans.

Only one piece of Bloodstone can only be used as an ornamental waste, even if it is precious.

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An indiscernible trill, under the cover of darkness, swept across Igusi's hands like a breeze. But it did not arouse the slightest alarm of the old man. ...... No murderousness, no signs, no hesitation. It's like just wanting to accomplish something seriously. Carrying a huge scythe that seemed to have no mass, Kerr quickly and firmly slashed through the prosaic stone in the old man's hand. Cut it in two!

When Igusi reacted, the acacia stone in his hand had become two halves. With a single-minded expression, Kerr raised the scythe blade in his hand as if he understood what Igushi was thinking, and said softly, "Okay." Then he picked up the teeth of the unknown creature placed on the back of the monitor lizard and the folding knife he had found, and turned away.

“......”

A cold wind blew up the galloping monitor lizard...... , Igusi, who suddenly shivered, suddenly found that the woolen jacket behind his back, which was not too thick, had already been soaked in cold sweat. ...... The old man remembered the conversation he had with the old mage when he was still there, because he couldn't bear the question.

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"Why aren't you allowed to tell Kel about himself? aren't you afraid that he will be consumed by chaos? Igusi looked at the old mage who was becoming more and more haggard in front of him, but still solemn, and leaned down and asked respectfully.

The old mage was silent for a while and said slowly:

"Suffering is always a melting pot for tempering. And only the mud tiles that have been baked and beaten will not be washed away by the flood. ...... This is life, and there are only two types of people in this dark and desperate world, the successful who survive and the losers who are broken. ”

The old man paused, as if thinking of something. Raise your head, which has never bowed in your life, and look silently at the rock wall above the shelter. His deep eyes seemed to break through the dark and boundless sky through many obstacles, and looked directly at the puppets who sat on the throne of the god that was voided by all things, thinking that they were majestic.

"You always think it's good to live. But I think it's a war! We've never been absent from this war of gods.

Live, fight, and try harder. Pile up all the small chips you have accumulated, and press on the faint hope like a mad gambler. This is the only way humanity can win, and it is the only means left for us who have lost "Elpis". The old mage's face, which had been on board all his life, unexpectedly appeared with a playful smile:

"Guess who I crushed?"

The first thing that came to Igusi's mind, which was foggy, was the purple-eyed boy crying in his sleep.

"Is it worth it?"

"The grind of chaos will make him inclined to order, the blows of suffering will make him more focused, the baptism of grief and anger will make him know how to resist, and the concern will make him remember who he is and why he struggles.

So there is no worthwhile or not...... , only whether it can be obtained or not.

The day he wakes up from his "long dream", you will find that concentration, tenacity, and resistance are no longer a quality in his subconscious and chaotic resistance, but a talent! ”

"What if it fails?" Igushi asked uncomfortably as he looked at the old man, who had never given up the slightest chance to resist, and still maintained his fighting spirit in a desperate situation.

"She won't allow it. Proteus' eyes narrowed dangerously suddenly, and Igusi knew that he had touched the brink of a secret danger. Sometimes if you want to survive in this world, you need to endure your curiosity and learn to live a low-key life.

Igusi softly retreated, sweating profusely out of the eternally dilapidated tent in the vault. Only behind him, I heard the old mage's dream-like murmur......

"God ............"

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Igushi felt that he felt it, it was the kind of focused demeanor just now, and he didn't even notice it in the slightest. Because in order to resist chaos, and think about nothing, I am extra focused. Because of the order, nothing can shake him, so it is extremely sharp.

The human brain is an aggregator of information, not something that comes to mind. It's more like a pot of "messy stew", and the messy thoughts no longer come to mind all the time. Although you know that it is part of your body, you also know that you cannot control it. It just collects and processes all the information around it, and presents it to its own benefit.

It's like after seeing the sword and blood, people raise a knife even if it is for good thoughts...... Even a kitchen knife is still difficult to hide the killing intent hidden in the impression.

However, the old man dared to vouch for the rest of his life. He was sure that Kerr's knife did not have the slightest distraction. He just wanted to split it and that's it.

"Is that what you call talent? I feel it!"

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Kerr felt like he felt it. An inexplicable feeling of disgust continued to spread from the fingertips of his fingers that touched the tooth to his whole body. ...... Vampire's fangs. Kerr savored the déjà vu like an outsider.

It seems that the pair of teeth placed in the palm of the hand are not fundamentally different from the canine teeth, even the teeth of jackals are much sharper than them. However, Gerle found that the gap between the fangs was much more dangerous than that of the jackals.

Kerr picked out a tooth and patiently sliced it into triangles with a huge scythe so that the tooth's blood groove was fully exposed. Using the dwarven's folding knife to scrape out some reddish calcareous bone meal, Kerr quietly cast several anti-poison spells on himself. ――The most basic principle of becoming a good mage is to try it yourself. The young man put the bone powder emperor to his mouth, and when Leto didn't have time to stop it, he lightly dipped it with the tip of his tongue.

Kerr smacked his lips, a little numb, but there was nothing uncomfortable. The lips weren't even affected. As a dedicated mage, Kerr felt that the amount might be insufficient, but he had just put the remaining bone meal to his mouth.

A violent, sudden feeling of nausea swept through Ker's body.

"Vomit ......"

Kerr took a breath and almost vomited out today's breakfast.