"Absolutely impossible?"

The orc Basaka repeated the words of the white-haired youth.

"Yes, absolutely not." 」

The white-haired young man reaffirmed his statement without a trace of hesitation.

"It's because of what you know, right, it's not time for me to know, and if you know it, you'll lose some of what you could have done." 」

Without showing much surprise or curiosity, Basaka just said casually.

"Yes, it's not time for you to know, after all, it's not a very good thing, except for losing a piece of power and knowing a secret, there is nothing we can do for now."

Answering with a smile, the white-haired youth clapped his hands.

"Oh, well, at least at all the nodes, after our ultimate goal is completed, everyone will naturally know this knowledge, and can do what was lost."

Basaka didn't ask any further, and his control of his curiosity was part of the program's service.

"That's right, then now the souls of the orcs of the entire Blood Fang Empire have been merged into the void through this node, and then the attention of the continent will be attracted here, and the attack after the alliance will come soon, this part will be handed over to you, and I will meet that abnormal point."

The white-haired youth was satisfied with the other party's attitude, and the consciousness communicated to the buildings that appeared from the void, giving most of the control to the orc Basaka, while retaining only a small part of his own power.

"Well, leave it to me, the potential of orcs is far more than that, the 'intellectual rage' should be a power we all share, but there is a existence for the sake of status or goal, and this talent that exists in the bloodline is sealed with the power of the shaman."

"This shackle will continue with the bloodline, and I promised to lift it, but until this time, it has remained, and now is the time for me to fulfill my promise.

Standing outside the gates of the capital of the Blood Fang Empire, Basaka closed his eyes, and his will mobilized the power of the void through the towers that appeared through the intersection of void and matter throughout the Blood Fang Empire, and projected it to every intelligent creature in the Blood Fang Empire.

From the moment the Bone Hall shattered the intersection of the void and matter, and the anchor point completely fell, the souls of all intelligent beings in the Blood Fang Empire had been pulled by the power of this anchor point to connect to these towers and converge into a whole.

As the creator of these towers, the white-haired youth has the power to use these towers to affect the soul, and he can also give it to other beings to use, and at this moment these powers are used by the orc Basaka.

"By the way, are you sure who that anomaly is?"

The power of the void penetrates into the body of each orc, changing some components of its body, gradually unraveling the artificially imposed restrictions in the bloodline, and going berserk, and the orc's innate talent returns to its original state.

As he was summoning this power, Basaka also took the time to ask the white-haired young man what he thought of the Alestaler anomaly.

"There has already been a chosen, the archbishop of the Night Church, the existence called Wang Yu, in fact, I think it's him, there is no past, I have been paying attention to this existence since the last time I met Damien, but I can't find any traces of this person a few years ago."

"Where there exists, there must be traces, even if we bury the traces and truths of the past through various means, but one day they will be excavated, and as an expert in this field, I went to investigate another existence, but found nothing."

"Nothing, tsk, nothing, like he never existed, terrible, another abyssal creature? Who knows."

The white-haired young man shook his head as he spoke, although his words were still filled with a smile, but his pupils had become deep, and he didn't know where his true thoughts had gone.

"If it's really another abyss, it's really bad, but it's not quite like it, on the contrary, it looks like an existence similar to us, isn't it, I remember you mentioned it to me."

The orc Basaka paused slightly, some of the souls in the empire who were connected together had accepted and should have chosen to join after accepting the plan for the "ideal country", and some of the reasons for the liberation of the bloodline were among them, but there were still those who were unwilling to accept it, resisting Basaka's manipulation with their own will.

These will to resist made it take Basaka some time to resolve, and in this gap, he took the time to chat with the white-haired youth.

"Yes, how could the creatures of the abyss be like this, this is a very interesting being, although the words he wrote in the holy scriptures are not much, but in some senses they coincide with us, but they are too small and too weak."

"But I have to admit that the newborn church of the Nightfall is doing quite well because of his existence and the deity behind it, can you imagine that even those members of the Shadowless Secret Order can fit in, very inclusive, mixed races, quite, simple?"

"When I handed over the dagger that was designed to kill the gods of the night, the struggle in his eyes, to be honest, was not too obvious, and he probably didn't want to give up his current life."

The white-haired young man replied casually, and the magic power gradually surged, forming a virtual door in the air, retrieving the spatial coordinates located in his memory, and then connecting the place where the door was pointing to it.

"Is he doing well, then will he choose to give up, you know that he has hesitated, and handed him the dagger, that dagger has no backup."

The orc Basaka gathers the will of those souls who are already willing to join the "Ideal Country" project and sends them into the void, so as to set off a similar tide of spiritual pollution but a different tide, and send it into the souls who are still resisting, washing their will and reversing their thoughts, which is the general trend, not the will of the individual.

Under the excessively large base gap, those recalcitrant souls were gradually worn out, and although the whole did not collapse, the idea of resistance and the will to persist gradually blurred until they tended to be the same.

And Basaka, who was almost done with what he had to do, asked the last question before the white-haired young man left.

"No, it's too short, maybe a hundred years, a thousand years, enough for them to change their minds and give up our original plans, but just a momentary impact and a short period of time or two, why shake the cognition and persistence that have been prepared for so long, this is not equal in itself."

The white-haired young man seemed confident, he didn't think that Damian would choose to give up, and as he explained, why, just by virtue of the comfort of one or two years? Although people's hearts are changeable, they are not like this.

The words fell, and he stepped through the door that appeared in front of him, and his form vanished.

"When it comes to people's hearts, I'm still not as good as you."

Basaka muttered to himself, no longer caring about the "anomaly" that the white-haired youth was responsible for, and instead began to distribute those souls that had tended to "Datong", allowing them to return to their own bodies, and at the same time, they were also brought back the knowledge, magic, void, alchemy, and so on of this era.

A body that seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep reopened its eyes, got up, felt the shackles in its blood that had been untied, and began to walk towards the next position that they needed to contribute, and at this moment, they already had a common goal, an "ideal country" that they hoped to recognize.

And at this moment, the teams sent by the major races to the orc kingdom to investigate and confirm the situation will understand how amazing it will be for the legions that rage is no longer linked to reason, and the "mind" is connected on a special level.

In a small human country where few people even knew the name of the kingdom, a door opened, and a white-haired young man stepped out of it, his feet on the grass.

"Smack."

"Baa~"

"It's a nice environment......

Walking on the meadow, making a sound of footsteps, the white-haired young man arrived in a small valley, where the grass was green and flourishing, and a stream flowed from a distance, passing through the meadows and vegetable fields.

Several fat, fluffy sheep suddenly appeared

The white-haired youth was startled, let out a panicked cry, and ran back to the sheepfold next to the hut at the end of the stone road.

While sighing, he walked forward and walked to the door of the cabin, where the white-haired young man's eyes stopped in the small garden at the door, on top of the two neatly groomed tombstones, and then knocked on the door of the wooden house.

"Crunch..."

The wooden door slowly opened, and a man who looked like a middle-aged man with a somewhat old face opened the door for the white-haired young man outside the door.

"Hey, long time no see, your skills have improved, Ethan? Harris, but you don't know me, but I'm taken aback by you."

Called Ethan by the white-haired youth? Harris's man's expression flickered slightly when he heard the other man say the name, and then opened the door completely, motioning for the other to come in.

The white-haired young man naturally followed into the house, and behind him, the space seemed to have been cut, and if you looked closely, you would find a large number of twisted lines, as if they had been cut off and repaired again, but there was a very small difference after all, and the few leaves that had just fallen from the fruit trees in the courtyard of the wooden house had long disappeared completely.

"Tell me, I owe you a favor if you need to do something."

Ethan didn't go to entertain the white-haired young man who found a wooden chair to sit on, but walked to the side of the bed and took out a box from below, opened it, took out the contents inside, and then walked to the only cabinet in the wooden house and said.

"Let's not talk about that for now, you didn't choose to be with us back then, and we didn't force it, it's just that all these years have passed, can you understand what we are after?"

The white-haired young man was in no hurry to say what he meant, but just asked the other party something.

"Yes, I can understand what you were thinking, you can see farther than I do."

Ethan's gaze rested on the photograph on the cabinet, two of which had been buried in the tomb at the door.

"You were bent on pursuing the ultimate swordsmanship at the time, and it was normal that you couldn't understand it, these losses are what we have always wanted to erase, and this time I came here to use this favor to let you help me kill someone."

"Who?"