A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 443 The door to speculation and the golden ticket

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  In a gloomy and dark building complex.

Matthew was walking quickly by himself.

 The little boy who flashed past was full of mysterious aura.

Matthew found it almost impossible to mark it by perception or mental power.

 His presence and movements can only be discerned through the naked eye.

 In Matthew's perception.

 The little boy is completely "empty". He has no spirituality in his body, but he has a quality that is close to life.

 This is in line with the characteristics of the spirit of the lost paradise.

 No matter how dangerous it is, he still has to take a gamble.

 But the ancient city of Krafa at night is indeed full of dangers.

Matthew had just walked some way when a large group of trolls suddenly appeared at the corner in front of him.

 They blocked the intersection and made it difficult for people to pass.

Even though they are about fifty meters apart.

Matthew can also detect the changes in these evil spirits at night.

 Their speed has become much faster.

besides.

There is also a layer of black substance on the body surface of the resentful spirit.

 All living creatures will feel that their movement ability is greatly reduced when they are close to that kind of material.

That is a kind of aura that **** mobility!

 One or two resentful spirits are not so bad.

If you encounter a group of resentful spirits head-on, within three seconds, a person with normal mobility will be sucked to the point of paralysis!

 After losing the ability to move.

Surrounded by such a large group of crazy resentful spirits.

 The consequences can be imagined.

Matthew didn’t hesitate, he immediately chose another path.

The tombstone under his feet turned like an arm and nimbly turned, inserted from the alley next to it, and completed the breakout before the resentful spirits surrounded him.

 However, all this is just a prelude.

soon.

Matthew found that there were too many wraiths in this area!

Perhaps the commotion near the Magic Tower attracted too many guardians.

 Coupled with the arrival of the ancient city inspectors, this area has become extremely lively.

Matthew tried his best to avoid the ghosts on the road, but sometimes he would be caught by the ghosts that suddenly came out of the wall.

 He tried to use Ursu's scolding to deal with these evil spirits.

 But with little success.

Ordinary necromancers' methods are not effective at all in the ancient city of Krafar.

These resentful spirits have been strengthened over the years and are firmly bound to the ancient city.

This city is their ceremonial ground.

 As long as they are in the ritual ground and the ritual ground operates normally, they can be greatly strengthened.

not to mention.

These resentful spirits seem to have some kind of group consciousness.

As long as one vengeful spirit gets into a fight with an enemy, the other vengeful spirits will immediately drop what they are doing and attack them.

in this case.

　　It is unwise to kill any resentful spirit. He will bring you a lot of hatred!

 “Calm down! Think of a way…”

　　Matthew drove Tombstone and raced through the dark city.

 The figure of the little boy in front is looming and difficult to catch.

 When looking back.

The number of ghosts chasing him was enough to fill several train carriages!

A normal person would have peed their pants during this scene.

 Matthew also felt his scalp tingling.

at the same time.

 He can feel that his speed is slowing down!

 “No, we can’t go on like this…”

 It happens to be at this time.

 Matthew lost sight of the little boy.

 He did not hesitate.

He made a left turn directly towards the next intersection, and by the way, he also pulled another group of trolls and ghosts across the street over!

 Matthew was running rampant in the street.

 The resentful spirit behind him quickly stretched like a long dragon.

 That is to say, the speed of the tombstone is indeed fast enough, otherwise he would have been torn into pieces by these resentful spirits!

"Walk!"

Seeing that the time was right, Matthew turned around and ran away.

that's all.

The trolls and ghosts that could cover half a mile were frantically chasing Matthew's tombstone and will-o'-the-wisps.

 They took a short walk around the Magic Tower.

 Then he rushed towards the Magic Tower!

 Near the Magic Tower.

 Now it has become deserted.

 Except for little Ingram and his army of summoned objects, almost everyone found a way to take refuge.

 When Matthew appeared.

 The elemental beings are also fighting passionately with the nearby troll spirits.

 The next second.

 A huge tombstone rushed into them with a lot of will-o'-the-wisps!

 “Do me a favor, the local indigenous people are a bit too unfriendly...”

Matthew said hello to little Ingram from a distance.

 The latter looked at the number of ghosts behind Matthew that could fill half the street.

 His face is almost the color of pig liver!

 “Stop him!”

 Ingram Jr. gave the order.

 But Matthew was so cunning, he just passed by the elemental army and then took a detour.

 Matthew is polite and knows how to take detours.

 But the resentful spirits don’t understand this.

 In the blink of an eye.

The tide of resentful spirits impacted on the elemental army's defense line.

 In an instant, four or five strong elemental beings were drained of their mobility.

 After a while.

Their struggles became in vain, and they soon died miserably in the sea of ​​enemies!

 Seeing that the defense line has become shaky.

Even though little Ingram gritted his teeth with hatred, he had no extra energy to pay attention to Matthew.

He took out a small book with a light green cover, and then cast spells continuously. Through the cooperation of the four elements, he built a defensive barrier like a natural moat.

At this time, Matthew was already driving the tombstone very coolly, once again widening the distance from the Magic Tower.

 With the help of young Ingram.

 The streets have become much quieter.

Matthew stepped on the tombstone and slid up 90 degrees along the corner, and successfully reached the flat roof of a three-story building.

 He looked out at the nearby streets.

 However, the little boy has disappeared.

Matthew was not discouraged and continued to observe. If the other party was really the spirit of Paradise Lost, then it couldn't be just a flash of inspiration.

But very quickly.

 His attention was partially attracted by the ancient city patrolmen who seemed to come in overwhelming numbers.

 Level 25 Uken is different from other troll wraiths that emit black light.

His huge and bloated body exudes a faint golden light. That golden light is somewhat different from the brilliance of the sun, more like a black gold or dark gold luster.

When Uken moved, the whole street was shaking.

Even though Matthew had deliberately kept a distance, he could feel his body being attracted by Wuken!

 …

　　　　Warning: You have entered the "Sinking Land (Gravity Field of Uken!

 Your speed is reduced by 30%;

 All your actions will be modified in the direction towards Uken;

You are about to face a Will save. If you fail the save, you will be unable to help but walk 10~30 meters in the direction of Wuken..."

 …

 What a terrible gravitational field.

Matthew relied on his divinity to successfully save the Will save, then stepped on the small tombstone and closed the distance again without looking back.

at the same time.

Uken has also arrived in front of the Magic Tower.

Matthew saw from a distance that a burst of blood suddenly burst into the sky around little Ingram.

That **** light put more pressure on Matthew than the sinking land of Uken!

That is…

 Blood Angel Ulmas!

 “Resurrection, my ancestors!”

 Vaguely.

Matthew also heard the pious and enthusiastic call of little Ingram.

 With that burst of sound.

 The blood light rising into the sky instantly escalated into a blood storm!

The terrible blood storm swept away all living things around the Magic Tower, and the resentful spirits melted away like ice and snow.

 The elemental beings are not immune to this disaster either!

 A large number of elemental lives were dissolved by the blood light. The scene was much more terrifying than Matthew's blood evaporating!

"No wonder I didn't see the four elemental elders. It turns out that he has been ready to sacrifice everything!"

"No, if the others are still there, it would be enough to sacrifice the lives of others. Unfortunately, everyone has run away now, so he can only sacrifice his own people..."

 “Is this guy going to sacrifice himself?”

 A bold idea came to Matthew's mind.

pity.

 Then reality disappointed Matthew.

 The blood storm slowly dissipated and turned into a translucent dark red cyclone.

 The edges of the cyclone are scattered with various dark red crystals like flowers scattered by a goddess.

 Under the cyclone.

Little Ingram wrapped himself tightly in a spiritual shroud, even his head was wrapped in it. He did not dare to stick his head out until the cyclone gradually stabilized.

 And just above him.

 A Blood Angel standing tall on the sky and the earth is suddenly taking shape!

 What Matthew didn’t expect was.

 Blood Angel is actually taller than Patroller Uken!

 The storm and cyclone he just glimpsed turned out to be just one of Ulmas' thighs!

 He himself is even taller than the Magic Tower!

Ulmas has three pairs of huge, dark red wings on his back. He wears a dark red visor on his face, and his breastplate and leg armor are red and black.

His right hand is holding a jet black lightsaber, and his left hand is holding a short cone-shaped spur. An iron chain with barbs hangs around his waist, and a huge chain ball is tied to the end of the iron chain.

besides.

 He also wears a variety of weapons on the weapon belts on his back and legs.

Although these weapons, like the Blood Angel himself, are most likely special projections of the astral body, they are not real, but their appearance is enough to scare people!

 What Matthew didn’t expect even more was—

 “Ulmas is also LV25?!”

"Grass!"

 “It’s all hanging on the wall, and I can’t play at all…”

Matthew quickly realized that there might be some special laws in the ancient city of Krafa, which could allow people who are strong enough to break through the ceiling of plane restrictions and reach a stronger level!

 “Son of the Fall, why do you not want to rest?”

 The Blood Angel Ulmas took the lead in attacking.

 He spoke a difficult language, but somehow Matthew could understand it!

 What’s more surprising is.

Patroller Wuken, who looked confused on the outside, actually responded, but this one spoke in troll language:

 “Didn’t the angels who were supposed to decay also come back to life?”

Ulmas’s tone was solemn and solemn, with an unquestionable sense of mission:

 “I was inspired by the Kingdom of God, followed the oracle’s instructions and returned to the earth.”

“The ancient **** of darkness will be resurrected in my body, and I am honored to serve on the path to his birth.”

Uken said coldly:

“The Ancient God of Darkness does not exist in this world.”

“Light and darkness are just the incarnations of the **** Pu!”

 While speaking.

He suddenly took a step forward, hugged the Magic Tower with his moss-covered hands, and then pulled it up with force -

Boom!

Uken pulled up the Magic Tower on the spot, and then silently recited a spell. A large amount of mud and wood immediately peeled off the surface of the entire Magic Tower.

Gradually.

 The shape of the tower has changed.

It was caught in Wuken's hand, like a huge mace!

The top of the mace has a weird protrusion, and on it are iron **** with countless spikes!

Matthew’s eyelids twitched.

This shape…

　　Boom!

  Before he could finish his thoughts, two super-limit monsters were already fighting fiercely.

 The first time they collided, it caused a larger earthquake and a terrifying shock wave.

Matthew was knocked far away by the shock wave. Although he was not seriously injured, he was no longer willing to get close to the battle area.

“Let’s see if we can find Paradise Lost as soon as possible. If you find me, run away!”

  Matthew continued to search the surrounding area.

 Affected by the war.

 The number of wraiths on the street was reduced a lot, and Matthew was able to walk around calmly.

 However, he turned around several times.

  There was no trace of the little boy from before.

This made Matthew a little frustrated.

 He estimated the time.

It will be dawn in about forty minutes, and near the Magic Tower, the two Ultra-limited Supremes are fighting fiercely, and they are ready to completely demolish the area.

 According to the current trend.

 The result will not be known before dawn.

“Why don’t you take this opportunity to re-examine the buildings locked by suspicious elemental markers?”

 Such an idea just came to Matthew's mind.

Suddenly a tall figure flashed in front of him.

Judging from the size, you can tell it is a troll!

 “Annie Salvins?”

Matthew's heart moved and he immediately followed.

 She seems to be tracking someone.

 It didn’t take long.

Matthew came up behind her, and then a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

not far away. Shockingly, he was the little boy holding a book and reading it seriously!

 At this time, Anne also noticed Matthew's approach.

 She showed instinctive precautions at first, and then her expression became a little complicated, but in the end, she did not make any unfriendly moves, and just whispered:

 “I followed him all the way, but couldn’t get close to him.”

 Matthew realized it at this time.

 There is an airtight barrier around the little boy.

This barrier completely separated his existence from the surrounding space. No wonder in his perception, the other party did not exist at all.

 Matthew walked around the barrier.

  There is no way to enter.

 Anne spread her hands at him.

 At this time.

 The little boy suddenly said leisurely:

 “Why not try to find a way in?”

 “Know that there is always a door to any place that is not easily accessible.”

 Anne suddenly showed a look of surprise when she heard this.

And Matthew also received new news on his data column.

 …

 Hint: Looking for the door of speculation, you can enter the "pure land beyond paradise".

 …

 Is this space called “Beyond Paradise”?

Then the identity of the little boy can almost be confirmed!

Anne next to her had begun to look around, seriously looking for any trace of a possible door.

However, Matthew thought for a moment and pulled out the killing sword from behind with his backhand!

 In the little boy’s surprised eyes.

Matthew held the killing sword and stabbed it into the barrier!

 Click click click!

There was a sound like breaking glass. Matthew thrust the killing sword to the end, and then cut a door through the barrier!

 The next second.

He noticed that there was a gap in front of him, so he stepped into it.

 Anne was stunned in place for several seconds.

Hurry and follow in hastily.

 The little boy put down his book and looked a little angry:

 “You’re so good, why did you stab me?”

“Do you know what the door of speculation is—that is the door of the mind that can only be opened through wisdom and thinking!”

 “Have you thought about it? Are you just poking around?”

Matthew weighed the sword in his hand, and then blinked:

 “This is the result of my thinking.”

 He was quite satisfied with the effect of the Killing Sword in breaking the barrier.

 The little boy looked speechless.

  But in the end.

 He sat down slowly.

“Even if you use brute force to make tricks and skip the first level that tests your wisdom, if your next answer does not satisfy me, it will be difficult for you to get what you want.”

 He continued to read with his head down.

 As if he asked inadvertently:

 “You say, why do all living beings always kill each other?”

Matthew did not answer directly, but asked:

 “To answer your question, what does it mean?”

 The little boy thought for a while:

“It doesn’t mean anything, but if you want to be the master of Paradise Lost, you have to let me know what kind of people you are.”

 It is indeed Paradise Lost!

Hearing these words, Anne immediately took a step forward, her voice a little excited:

 “I am a descendant of the Salvins family…”

 The little boy said a little speechlessly:

“I just want to know what kind of people you are, and I am not interested in what kind of people your ancestors were.”

 Annie was stunned for a moment.

 She seemed a little overwhelmed by the situation.

 The little boy’s attitude towards her was quite mild:

“If you don’t think clearly, go and think about it.”

 “Tell me your answer after you think about it clearly.”

 Subsequently.

 He looked at Matthew as if expecting something.

Matthew muttered:

“This question is too broad, and the reasons are naturally very diverse.”

“Killing itself is the main theme of life, and the law of the jungle is that the weak eat the strong. Even intelligent creatures are no better than ordinary animals in this regard.”

 “From this perspective, cannibalism is a necessity for survival.”

“Even within a stable intelligent population, conflicts will occur due to factors such as resources, dignity, and power.

There are always people who want to be superior to others, and there are always people who will stand up and resist.

 Rebels may not always succeed, and bullies may not always survive.

 Bullying and resistance are probably instincts engraved in the blood of many intelligent species.

 With these, there will be disputes and contradictions.

 And in this world.

 The most permanent way to resolve disputes and conflicts is to kill and die. "

 “From this point of view, cannibalism is a necessity of life.”

 The little boy blinked:

“The way you describe it, most intelligent species seem to be born with the original sin of bullying and fighting.”

Matthew replied:

 “I don’t like the word original sin.”

 “I prefer to call them limitations.”

“Everyone has his or her own limitations, and so do intelligent species. Even gods, I think, have their own limitations.”

“Do you think there are gods in this world who can transcend their own limitations?”

 The little boy was stunned for a moment:

"I have no idea."

 “Also, I don’t like people asking me questions, especially questions that I can’t answer.”

Matthew nodded:

 “Then what’s the second question?”

The little boy subconsciously wanted to answer, but immediately, a trace of annoyance appeared on his face:

 “You asked a question again!”

 Matthew spread his hands.

 He suddenly felt that this little boy was quite cute. Although he looked mysterious and ancient, once he got close to him, he found that his mind was not as mature as Matthew thought.

“The second question is, if you become a god, how should you restrain believers and enlighten the world?”

 The little boy asked angrily.

 Matthew thought for a moment:

"Let them live and work in peace and contentment."

 The little boy asked:

"Then what?"

Matthew answered:

 “To give them something to pursue.”

 The little boy continued to ask:

 “What next?”

Matthew added:

 “Made them achieve something.”

 The little boy perseveres:

"anything else?"

Matthew shook his head and said:

 “Let’s complete the previous goals first and then talk about it.”

 The little boy was stunned again.

 He asked in disbelief:

“Don’t you have a more fashionable slogan or a clearer doctrine?”

 “If it doesn’t work out, there must be some great plans or grand ideals, right?”

Matthew replied calmly:

“Of course you can have ideals, but in my case, I don’t think it is of much use.”

“Everyone trying to win over people can talk about ideals.”

  “But not every ideal is meaningful.”

“To be more precise, unattainable ideals may be meaningful to some individuals, but for most groups, pure ideals may be harmful.”

 “Like I said before, everyone has their own limitations, and so does every population.”

“You cannot expect the long-lived species to understand the urgency of seizing the day, nor can you expect the short-lived species to understand the plan of hundreds of years.”

“You cannot expect the elves who have lived in the mountains for a long time to realize the vastness of the sea, nor can you expect the cloud dragons in the clouds to imagine the darkness and crampedness of the earth’s core.”

“To be more extreme, just talking about ideals is like forcing people on the verge of starvation to appreciate poetry and paintings, or forcing people who have been bedridden for a long time to go for long-distance running and hiking.”

“So my personal view is that any generalization that seems positive is harmful.”

 “If I want to gain recognition from others, what I prefer is not rhetoric, but visible help.”

“As for how it will develop in the end, I don’t know. I can only take it one step at a time.”

These words are Matthew’s true words.

 He is an ultimate pragmatist. If something is useful, he will use it. If it is not useful, he will throw it away. He does not have so many rules and regulations.

 The little boy was even more speechless after hearing this:

 “You sound like a nanny to all living beings, not a **** above.”

Matthew smiled and said:

 “I didn’t originally want to become a god.”

 The little boy said anxiously:

 “Then why did you come to me?”

Matthew said strangely:

“Who said you have to become a **** to find Paradise Lost?”

 “I just wanted to come over and have a look.”

 The little boy scratched his head, unable to refute.

 The end.

 He closed the book with some sloppiness:

 “Forget it, the last question.”

“I observe that there is life and oak in your realm, and that it is about to move towards the realm of nature.”

  “What I want to know is what you think of the natural realm.”

“Or you can answer the simplest question, forest or tall building, which one do you choose?”

Matthew answered without hesitation:

 “Tall building.”

 The little boy didn't look strange this time.

 He just asked:

“So, you are a new naturalist who advocates change?”

Matthew shook his head and said:

 “I don’t understand those technical terms.”

“My understanding of nature is also very simple. Nature should not be narrowly defined, but should be full of tolerance.”

“In the primitive jungle, it was natural for the first humans to eat hair and drink blood;

 After having fire and stone, houses and homes were built, and pastoral songs were also natural;

 Later, with further development and the emergence of cities and industries, isn’t this all natural? "

 The little boy frowned and said:

 “But the whole world will gradually tend to chaos and depravity in this change.”

 “This is true of any world with intelligent life.”

“From the beginning when a hundred flowers bloomed, to the gradual singleness later on, even if the broad sense of nature you think is correct, nature is also withering step by step.”

 “If the original nature cannot be maintained, the world will be destroyed sooner or later.”

Matthew smiled and said:

“Still my previous point of view, what does a world that has been destroyed for ten thousand years have to do with today’s people?”

“What’s more, after the war, there will be rebirth, and flowers can bloom on the ruins.”

 “How do you know there won’t be a new beginning after the destruction of the world?”

“The meaning and power of life lie in bursting out and expressing.

During this process.

 There will inevitably be conflicts, struggles, and even death, but this does not affect the splendor of life. "

 “I think the world is probably the same.”

 The little boy sighed deeply:

“I thought you would have some high opinions, but I didn’t expect that your opinions would be no different from those of those people a thousand years ago.”

“Human beings are as stupid as ever.”

 “It just so happens that you can master the power of ascending to the gods…”

 Subsequently.

He no longer paid attention to Matthew, but looked at Anne standing aside:

 “Have you thought about those questions just now?”

 Anne stammered for a while.

 She seemed unprepared for these, and she didn't have particularly deep feelings, so as she was talking, she suddenly couldn't continue.

 The end.

 In the doubtful eyes of the little boy.

 Anne Salvins was quick to think, pointed at Matthew and said:

"I…"

 “I’m just like him!”

 “Same answer.”

 The little boy couldn't remember how many times he had been in a daze.

He couldn't help but murmured to himself:

“Has the quality of the current group of people who come to compete for the Ancient Gods fallen to this low level?”

“The average intelligence of the multi-sapient species in Iron will not degrade to the primitive era, right?”

 Anne was immediately ashamed.

 As a troll princess, the education she received was mainly focused on combat and strategy, and there was indeed no content in this area.

 Ask her to answer this kind of question.

 For a moment, I really had no clue.

“I hope you can give me some decent thinking results when we meet next time.”

The little boy said to Anne earnestly.

 Subsequently.

He looked at Matthew reluctantly:

 “You passed.”

“Take it, this is the first ticket. Although you don’t seem to be a reliable host, you are still better than a big-chested and brainless troll...”

 In Anne's shameful and angry eyes.

 A golden ticket flew into Matthew's hand.

 …

“The Golden Ticket to Paradise Lost:

With this ticket, you will be the first to enter Lost Paradise after it is officially opened. You will be the first to choose authority and priesthood, and at the same time, you will have the opportunity to become the owner of Lost Paradise. "

 …

 The little boy and the Pure Land disappeared in an instant.

next moment.

Matthew, who had just grabbed the ticket, suddenly felt extremely stressed!

 Because it was at the same time.

The two super-powerful men who were still fighting in the distance suddenly stopped in unison and cast their cold eyes on Matthew!

 …

 (End of this chapter)