Conquer Another World From the Beginning of the Game

Chapter two

The deep and dark jungle.

The roaring wind, the rustling leaves of the forest.

The annoying symphony of insects, and the roar of the beast from time to time in the distance.

Yang Qiu, who once again traveled from the civilized world back to this wild jungle, was dumbfounded...

"W, T, F?!"

Yang Qiu looked around in horror.

Not far from his crossing point, the sections of several fallen trees are still very new.

There are many blackened bloodstains on the surrounding vegetation and soil that have been overwhelmed and trampled on. There are broken arrows, pieces of clothing that have been eroded by black magic, and armor remains that have been twisted and deformed by some vine spell.

This... is where he fought a big fight with the lunatics of the Inquisition.

Obviously, the battlefield has been cleaned up, and the corpses have been taken away. The lunatics probably didn't find him and left.

——This is not the point!

The point is, how did he return to this **** world? !

Yang Qiu lowered his head and looked at the stone ball in his hand.

At any rate, he is also a black mage who has been struggling in this dark alien world for three hundred years. Not to mention the subtle manipulation of magic power, he is still very different from the style of the native spellcasters in this world that play spells based on faith. Yes, anyway, he is also the successor to socialism. Even if he crosses the college entrance examination before taking part in it, he will not abandon the scientific outlook on development that he has studied for more than ten years.

If his perception is not wrong... When he inputs magic power into the stone ball with the quality of the caster, the slight pulling sensation that passes through is transmitted to his whole body from the direction of the stone ball.

"Could it be that... this thing is a traversal prop? If you have magic power, you can jump repeatedly across the two planes?" Yang Qiu thought uncertainly, "But when did this thing get into my space ring? , Could it be said that I picked it up accidentally, and I forgot it?"

He couldn't figure out the clues for a while, so he looked around, and first found a strong enough tree with sparse leaves to climb up.

This can be regarded as the instinct that has been cultivated during the life of escape from being forced to live in the wild for decades. It is best to go up to the trees for the night in the forest, otherwise you can't tell when you will bite the little things that sprang out of the grass; and that kind of tree canopy is too great. The lush trees can't be climbed, because this kind of tree might hide things like snakes...

Picking a tree branch and sitting down, Yang Qiu took out the insect repellent inulin from the space ring and sprinkled it on his body, then calmed down and entered meditation.

Meditation is a universal magic trick used by spellcasters to quickly restore magic power. It is somewhat similar to the Taoist meditating on earth.

Of course, there is no need to meditate in the meditation state, as long as you can fully concentrate on letting go of your perception and quickly absorb the floating magic factors between heaven and earth.

The magical power of this dark magical alien world is also a very dangerous thing.

In the process of absorbing magic power, the native spellcaster gradually collapsed, degenerated, lost the ability to think intelligently and became an instinctive killing monster, or even turned into a pool of rotten flesh. It is all possible.

Once Yang Qiu was a hapless apprentice of magic. When helping the old man sweep the mage tower and dig out his mind to cook food every day, the old man warned him countless times. The Three Laws of Casters: Don’t be fooled by power, don’t be uncontrollable with magic, and don’t fall into endless quest for knowledge. Dilemma... Yang Qiu's ears are calluses when he reads it.

After becoming a trainee Black Mage... Yang Qiu discovered that although absorbing magic power is indeed dangerous, it is not so easy that one can easily lose control, at least it is easy to control for him.

Well, this is also the reason why the old man quickly saw him upset and kicked him out to travel... In front of jealousy, the relationship between master and apprentice for many years was vulnerable.

Yang Qiu, who was originally talented in magic, recovered his magic power very quickly this time, but in about ten minutes or so, Yang Qiu opened his eyes and ended his meditation.

"It's the reason that An Anxin slept and had a full meal on the other side of the earth. I haven't experienced this state of relaxation for at least 60 years." Yang Qiu sighed for the next few decades. A history of tragic escape, put on gloves to take out the stone ball.

He certainly wouldn't want to stay in this **** world, he wanted to return to Earth.

Since this stone ball can have the power to cross the plane after inputting magic power, he must try to use and manipulate this stone ball to find a way back home.

The faint blue light that symbolizes abundant magic power lit up on the palm, and Yang Qiu tried to inject magic power carefully.

As soon as the magic power touched the sphere, Yang Qiu's complexion changed drastically-this thing turned out to be like an autonomous black hole, not only madly sucking away his magic power, but also trying to compete with him for control of the magic power!

"What the hell!" Yang Qiu found out something was wrong instinctively, and immediately tried to cut off the magic connection.

But... things seem to be out of control. With the control of his high-rank black magician, he can't actually grab this stone ball...

Soon, he just returned to the full state of magic, and was completely absorbed by this stone ball.

Immediately afterwards, the otherwise unremarkable stone ball turned into a pale mist with a "bang", and merged into Yang Qiu's body under Yang Qiu's horrified eyes...

"Well……!!"

Yang Qiu trembled all over, and his head fell back, shaking violently uncontrollably.

It's like jumping into the water from a high altitude, and it's like being wrapped in wet cement. Every pore on the whole body seems to be squeezed by some external force... There is something that is acting as an unsolicited villain. Posture, invade his body!

This illegal invasion is not limited to the body, but also includes the soul-his brain seems to be penetrated strongly by some unknown external force, sometimes as high as an opera, sometimes as low as a whisper. The huge and complex information madly washes his reason and corrodes him. His nerves!

"It's... the ancient god!"

In the dual pain of body and soul, Yang Qiu, whose eyes turned white, calmed down instead.

The first of the three laws of the caster is not to be confused by power.

And this lesson that was summed up by countless seekers who paid the painful price and left for future generations... also exists in the ancient teachings of various "professionals".

The reason is that the path of pursuing power is the way for the ancient gods to recover—and the recovery of the ancient gods is the mountain that rests on the heads of all intelligent races in this dark alien world!

"The stone of the transversal plane... is undoubtedly the tentacles of the ancient **** of the'rule system'!"

"That's it-mortal bodies can't withstand the pulling force of crossing the plane at all. The reason why I was able to wear it successfully back then was because the ancient gods were anchoring the anchor!"

"But I, who passed through at the time, didn't know anything about the rules of this world. "The one who doesn't know can't be seen", so that I can leave this jungle without being affected by the ancient gods."

"Three hundred years later, I came to this jungle again, and awakened the tentacles of the old god...It is actively approaching me!"

"Yes-it's no wonder that I came back after crossing the earth this time, but the time here hasn't passed too much. The section of the big tree I crashed in the previous war is still very new, and the blood on the ground can still be seen... The reason is that the me of the earth is anchored by the tentacles of the ancient **** of the'rule system'!"

"It wants to assimilate me and use me as an anchor!"

After clarifying the cause and effect, Yang Qiu, who couldn't help twitching and turning his eyes up, returned to the center of his orbit with his pupils.

"What a joke, bastard——!!!"

Anger is an emotion that can instantly double the spiritual power of a person in a very short time.

Yang Qiu was not ordinary anger at this moment, but out of anger... He was ignorant of being dragged into this world for three hundred years when he was waiting to be promoted, and that was all!

Finally, I was able to return to the earth, only to meet my relatives, before I had time to meet my mother, and even just had a meal that I had missed memorably for 300 years of hometown, but told him that the steamed buns and mala Tang belonged to him. Decapitation-how could he be willing! !

Furiously, Yang Qiu not only did not try to close all senses and gritted his teeth when encountering the erosion of the ancient gods like the indigenous magicians did, but instead felt fully open and forced into a state of meditation, madly absorbing the magic power around him.

The exhausted mana began to recover within a few seconds-this kind of too fast recovery was harmful to the caster, but Yang Qiu couldn't take care of that much-the mana recovered enough to make his soul powerful, so he concentrated All the spiritual will and whispers to the ancient **** who invaded the brain frantically counterattack!

Isn't it just mental pollution? Isn't it just babbling! Who can't!

The blue veins on Yang Qiu's forehead, temples, and neck were all bulging, and his heart was divided into thoughts. Each thought carried a lot of information, and he was whispering with the ancient gods.

Hmm... It’s very tall to describe. Actually, it’s Yang Qiu, a high-level magician with a hundred times the mental power of ordinary people. He chants "Seaweed Dance", "Calories", and "Why Am I So Good-looking" in the center of the spiritual realm. ", "The Most Dazzling National Style", "The Song of the Five Rings", "The Mouse Loves Rice", "My Skate Shoes", "Little Apple" and other classic brainwashing divine songs...

It doesn't matter if you can't sing completely, just catch the most brainwashed sentences and chant repeatedly.

The brainwashing divine song he can remember is not enough, and there are a lot of free thoughts to recite the core socialist values ​​in the form of a repeater, recite the school motto of the second high school in Anshi, recite chemical formulas, recite Hua Mulan's master's expression, and it is difficult for Chibi to remember the ancient times. A Fang Palace...

It doesn’t matter if you don’t remember everything, just sing repeatedly where you remember!

Isn't it just a massive information hedge? How could this socialist successor lose?

Yang Qiu's eyes were **** with a hideous expression. High-intensity pressure on his mental potential caused the blood in his body to surge wildly. A large number of capillaries on the surface of his neck and facial skin burst due to overwhelming burden, and hemorrhages slowly seeped in the nostrils, eye sockets, and corners of the mouth.

This kind of pain is...nothing to him! He can still output with all his strength!

In the spiritual realm, the white mist that entangled with his soul gradually became stained with the color of Yang Qiu...