Dusk sky, crooked earth.

What flashed in front of me were strange beasts of alien smoke, giants with metal bodies, masses of bodies surging like liquid, and shadows of black gas on one side of half of humanoid shape...... In the corners of the field of vision, all kinds of monsters are constantly flashing, this is their territory, and they are the invaders.

The monsters pounced with their teeth and claws, but they were swept away by the wooden staff in their hands a second before they touched their side. They seemed to want to regroup and attack, but before they could stand upright, they were hit by the most basic spell, and they immediately fell to the ground and scattered.

This is the lair of monsters, and you can't fight a positional battle with a large number of enemies, so you are crushing your own mobility advantage. Focusing on movement operations, properly clearing the enemy who is hindering the movement, and charging towards the destination without stopping, breaking away from their encirclement.

Avoid its edge, hit its weakness, use the wooden staff as a blunt weapon to create a space for movement, and attack the enemy's weak points with the lowest cost spell for maximum effect. Memories will weave spells and throw them at the enemy's thoughts, and the feeling of swinging and hitting the opponent with a wooden staff will be transformed into the real feeling of the body.

But this is not a memory that belongs to Curt.

Seeing, perceiving, thinking, acting...... Whatever flashed in front of me was piled up with a sense of disobedience. Curt closed his eyes, letting the memories that had been poured into his mind by Lizzie's soul connect flashed before his eyes, and at the same time distinguishing them from his own.

He's just looking at someone else's memory, but because the memory is based on someone else's own memory. Therefore, the qiē that the owner of the memory feels when he thinks of these memories will truthfully convey it to Curt's soul. It's not just about "looking", it's about experiencing such memories.

Judging from the way of fighting, the owner of the memory is undoubtedly Lizzie Curt, and he would not act like this. He rarely uses spells in battle. Smashing a string of powerful compound spells like Lizzie is an impossible action for him, and he will only engage in close combat with magically enhanced weapons.

If he and Lizzie were in the same situation, he would definitely choose to use the melee weapon to break through in the center instead of using a lot of spells like she did. Lizzie will change the way she fights depending on the situation, but she always likes to use a variety of spells at her own pace.

Of course, this must be based on the premise that the "memory" of this cognition is not hypocritical, and the memories of the past become experiences, and the accumulated experiences become habits. With the accumulation of the past, we will have the thinking of the present. Therefore, every habit is formed because of the accumulation of many times.

But Curt has always believed that habit is a terrible thing.

It has been said that habit becomes natural and anything is "habitual" once it is "habited". It will become a matter of course. No matter how incredible things are for ordinary people, repeating them dozens or hundreds of times will become a norm, and if they are repeated thousands of times, it will be natural.

Some people refer to the act of repeating mechanical cycles as "brainwashing." This is different from the "brainwashing" of sorcery, which means manipulating cognition or tampering with memories. But it's also a way to force people to get used to something "unnatural".

Although the consciousness knows that certain behaviors are unreasonable, but doing something becomes a habit, it is difficult to change it, and there seems to be a certain pattern.

And sharing memories with Lizzie is probably the natural thing he is most used to. Let Lizzie peek into her memories and let her convey her memories...... From Curt's subjective consciousness, he already knew that this behavior was unreasonable, but because of habit, he did not raise any opinions.

This is the effect of the two of them establishing a soul bond, and this spell can convey much more than words. It's a very convenient way to communicate when you need to. However, this spell is not stable, and there is often confusion between the memories between the two due to some anomalies.

"Where do you think the soul resides?"

That's what Liggie asked Curt before. That's when they first used this spell. It was also dusk, but it was Curt lying on the ground, and Lizzie was standing aside. Thin as a bamboo pole, she looked down at him with an expression that didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Curt was confused by Lizzie's question, so he could only ask, "Soul?"

"That's right, 'Soul'. In response to Curt's question, he glared at a pair of dead fish eyes and pointed to his head, and then pointed to the location of his heart, and said, "It doesn't matter how you understand these words, whether it's 'soul', or 'mind', or 'self'." ”

She all "swished" her head in front of Curt's eyes, her godless eyes vaguely revealing a sense of oppression, and stared quietly into Curt's eyes.

After a while, Lizzie looked at Curt, who was still unclear, sighed and muttered, "I'm sorry, it seems that I was wrong for asking you this question." It seems that I shouldn't expect a bird's head to understand such a complex issue, so you can just continue to giggle every day. ”

"Hey, don't treat people like animals...... No, people are indeed animals, so at least don't think of me as a bird. ”

Curt protested lazily, and did not get up from the ground, he was not without thoughts about the question asked by Lizzie, but he did not know whether he should answer it.

What is the soul?

Regardless of the concepts of magic, Curt believes that what can be truly reflected in general cognition can be basically summarized into two parts: thinking and memory. The accumulation of the present and the past ultimately extends to the "personality" in the basic sense, that is, the self.

Connecting multiple souls together is an unhealthy state, and when thoughts and memories are confused, the self tends to become blurred. History is full of records of sorcerers who have absorbed too many of other people's memories and become insane, often insane due to the blurring of their own boundaries.

How to separate these memories that don't belong to you from your mind and send them to where they should be for safekeeping is quite a complicated course. Under semi-forced conditions, even Curt, who is not good at learning spells, is forced by Liqi to learn techniques on how to protect his spirit.

While separating the past from the present, we identify ourselves and others. Between the old and the new memories, the memories conveyed by Lizzie have reached a critical point.

After breaking through the blockade of the monsters with thousands of different shapes, Lizzie finally reached the top floor of the bell tower. It was not much different from now, and in the center of the spire, which was not protected by a balustrade, was placed an ancient bell, and it was from it that the loud sound of the bell began to spread around.

The ancient clock radiates the brilliance of the twilight, and in this "twilight" without the sun, it shines like a representative of the sun. The bell thundered through his body, and his chest shook violently in a roar that he couldn't isolate even if he covered his ears with all his might.

"This is the core of the 'dusk' phenomenon...... "Since you can't stop it, then don't stop it at all, Liqi endured the complaint of her ears and walked quickly to the ancient bell, "It's really a huge mana structure, and all the magic power of the entire monastery is concentrated here, just to drive it." ”

The road to the bell tower is littered with aliens, and it takes a lot of effort for Lizzie to break through their blockade. However, when it came to the top floor, there were no guards, and the small space was illuminated by the dazzling light scattered from the ancient clock, and there was no sense of any activity except for the rich magic power.

But Lizzie didn't dare to be careless, common sense might not be common in this twilight realm, and she walked to the ancient clock while distracting herself from the blind spots of her vision, lest an enemy lurk in it. Hearing and vision have been affected by the ancient clock, and now they can only move forward more carefully.

In the moment between the bells, Lizzie vaguely felt a little abnormal restlessness in the air behind her, as if something was approaching. She immediately jumped away from where she was, and at the same time rounded the wooden staff in her hand and pulled it behind her, and in an instant, she felt a heavy touch in her hand.

Clang!

The crunch of metal clashing and the sound of bells overlapped, and a short spear was flown aside. The short spear looked like it had been shot by a ballista, and its strength was amazing. The wooden staff, strengthened by Lizzie's magical power, is strong enough to compare to ordinary metal, so the reactionary feeling transmitted back to her hand is even more distinct.

But it wasn't a mechanical trap that projected the spear, but a black-robed man who appeared at the top of the stairs at some point. Not one of those lifeless aliens, but a living humanoid, and Lizzie felt a life in him that was clearly different from those monsters.

Judging from the lines of his body, the man wrapped in the black robe should be a man, and the robes commonly used by ancient magicians wrapped his body tightly, which seemed very abrupt in such a summer day. On top of this black robe, a blue eye symbol indicates his identity.

Like the sorcerers who appear in ancient paintings, he holds a staff that is slightly taller than him, the reddish-brown staff is more upscale than the wooden staff in Lizzie's hand in terms of shape, and the top of the staff, which imitates the shape of the "Life Cross", is decorated with several blue-black bead chains.

The black-robed sorcerer blocked the way out, and several black iron spears hovered around him, and it seemed that the one that had been knocked away by Lizzie had been thrown by him.

"Looks like you're the leader here. Looking at the black-robed magician who appeared at some point, Lizzie placed the wooden staff in front of her and made a defensive gesture, "No matter what you plan to do here, I advise you to stop early, it won't be long before a large number of people will arrive." ”

However, Lizzy was only answered by a low laugh, and the sneering of the hooded sorcerer sneered as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke he had ever heard. (To be continued......)

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