If Russell were to make an analogy......

The process of being "forged" by the end of the country is like a ...... that takes place in the realm of consciousness and is infinitely more intense Gua Sha?

Russell was repeatedly immersed in the river of Fury, and the impurities in his mind ...... The impure was gradually dissolved into the rage.

It's as if the grease is dissolved by an organic solvent.

The "rage" contained in the river of anger and containing the whole world can easily dissolve and assimilate all the restlessness, restlessness, timidity, and sadness in Russell's heart.

All the impurities that can be transformed into anger are all catalyzed into "anger".

Then, pull it out again and forge your whole body with the hammer of pain.

Every time I was hammered, it was equivalent to enduring all the pain caused by a round of penance and torture at that moment.

Both mentally and physically.

With each hammer, I went through a penance mentally.

With each hammer, it was as if he had been sentenced to death.

If it were an ordinary person, perhaps this hammer would have died suddenly on the spot because he couldn't bear the pain.

It is precisely because Russell has an extraordinary tenacity of will, or because he does not have a "brain" in the dream world and therefore does not suffer from brain death, that he only loses consciousness.

But with the influx of pain, the "rage" that is a foreign object is gradually knocked out and discharged.

Every time the rage turned to pain, Russell felt a strong, spiritual clarity—

It's like a person who suddenly gains great strength will have the illusion that he can smash a wall with one punch.

Russell, whose mind became clear in an instant, also felt as if he could communicate with the entire universe...... His skin, his body, seemed to be "leaking from place to place", and the essence of the whole world was constantly blowing into his heart.

It's as if he's going to dissolve into the world......

After the fourth beating, the end did not throw him into the river of Fuyuan again.

The pain of being forged for the last time, and the rheological limbs and corpses had not completely dissipated, and Russell's consciousness was still vague and abnormal.

But it is precisely because his consciousness is completely blurred and blank.

He didn't notice that he had completely lost his human form—

Russell turned into a grayish-white, gelatinous and indescribable mass of smoke. I can barely tell that it seems to be a human, but the human form is about to dissipate.

He is almost dissolved into this world as a "universal material" that has been forged to the extreme.

Jungo looked at him with a focused gaze.

It's like a blacksmith looking at his own work.

He broke off a small piece of steel thorn from his hammer and stuck it in the middle of the "Russell".

Then he swung the hammer again.

The thorn was crushed in an instant.

Two more hammers followed, and his thorns merged directly into the mass of Russell.

The color of the metal melts into the gray-like colloid, but it barely changes its color.

But the end of the country breathed a sigh of relief, as if something had been accomplished.

He took a vial from his bosom. A very small bottle about the size of a bottle of wind oil essence.

The crystal vial contained tiny bubbles that were reminiscent of champagne.

Just looking at it, you can think of all the good things...... Hope, love, courage, friendship, wisdom.

The claws of the end of the country were inconvenient for opening the bottle, so he crushed it directly.

The moment the golden liquid inside touched the air, it suddenly evaporated with a divine golden halo.

As if squeezing lemon juice to flavor a steak, the final country roughly sprinkled the golden liquid on the mass of "Russell".

Then, he greedily swallowed the broken glass in the palm of his hand, mixed with the little remaining golden juice, into his mouth.

And after Russell was sprinkled with "juice", his body suddenly made a sneering sound.

He quickly recovered to his original form......

- Not a blue robin, not a barber, but Russell.

The work of the end of the country is complete.

He no longer treated Russell's body carefully, but pulled him straight from the reddened anvil and threw him on the ground roughly.

Then he peeled off one of his scales and wiped the reddish anvil intently.

When Russell regained consciousness in the midst of confusion, he felt that his consciousness was so clear and his mind was so peaceful......

If you were to judge it by numbers, his blue shift had risen from the peak of the fifth level in an instant to the level of about the beginning of the seventh level.

He was already able to control Morgan's mask perfectly, and even had the power to control another mask.

“…… Thank you very much, Mr. Zhong. ”

Although he did not have the strength to get up from the ground, Russell struggled and turned from lying on the ground to half-kneeling.

He thanked his hometown convincingly.

Russell had never heard of a procedure that would permanently raise the blue shift by one and a half grades at a time......

If he was not mistaken, this was supposed to be an advanced ritual used by mages to remove "shadow infection".

In any case, the price it pays is very high.

"You don't have to thank me. This kind of surgery, naturally, comes at a price......"

After finishing the work, the end of the hometown once again turned into that cold look: "But the price has already been paid." ”

"Deer head?"

"Of course."

The lizardman looked at Russell and suddenly laughed: "Don't think about it, the 'Suffering Forge' is not something anyone can bear.

"To mortals, it only accelerates death and madness. Only real gold is not afraid of fire. Even if it's you...... If I do another round of forging, it will become my collection.

"It will not improve your reason, but will only restore your soul to its ideal state, which is bound by distractions and mundane thoughts.

"If you feel like your willpower has increased...... That's what you should have in the first place. It's that vulgar life that binds it, and I'm just getting you back to your best. ”

He patiently explained his work to Russell.

I can't see the "irritability", "mania" and "hard to get along with" in the mouth of the strangulation at all.

Looking at Russell, Jungo suddenly spoke: "Of course, if you want to repay me...... You also have things that only you can do. ”

"What's the matter?"

Russell immediately said, "If I can do it, I think I'll help." ”

"I have nailed the wedge of pain to your heart. As soon as your memory and spirit are rewritten, you will feel the sharp pain coming from your heart...... With it, even if you wear the halo of an angel, you won't be brainwashed. ”

Jungo chuckled under his breath, smiling malice and hatred, "I remember, you were going to infiltrate the church.

"If you can, remember to catch a few angels and come back and give them to the teacher for me to taste."

“…… Try? ”

"The 'Wedge of Pain' is a type of Mind Wedge, and in order to cast a more advanced spell, one must have at least one Mind Wedge...... Otherwise, if you apply for a spell just by approving it, you will be overwhelmed by the great will of the gods. But with the Mind Wedge, you can use the Mind Wedge to contain their power, and you also have the means to counteract when the will is rewritten. ”

The more Russell listened, the more he felt that something was wrong.

How does it sound......

The principle of this thing seems to be a bit like a psionic chip?

But Sougo continued, "You can use it to completely kill an angel who has lost the ability to resist in order to obtain the 'Source of Sacred Rank' from it.

"That thing...... In the dream world, it is hard currency. ”

The lizardman licked his lips, his dark golden inhuman pupils burning like red-hot copper: "It can eliminate the corrosion of shadows, and it can also increase the resistance to shadows." What a powerful mage needs it too.

"It is the elves who bring them that we can know how good the angels are.

"If I had known that angels were such a delicious thing...... We weren't going to go it alone. ”

Jungo glanced at Russell, who was stunned, and sneered.

He glanced at Russell, then tore off his own head.

He placed his head on the anvil, and the lizardhead continued to speak, "Alright, here's something for you."

"Love to do it or not...... Now get out of here. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Russell felt a sense of detachment coming from all around.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying on the bed.

The bandages that bound him had turned to ashes at some point.

The bed beneath him was already soaked with sweat, and the edges of the sheets were even a little black and burnt.

In the room, all the water was bubbling and boiling.

The leaves of the flowers he had placed on the windowsill had withered and turned yellow.

Only the will that became clear told him that none of this was a dream.