Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

"right."

"That's Sepajokas. You can tell Verin the most basic things and let him build a concept."

After hearing this, Kyle raised his head, looked at his master's rare eyes full of curiosity, and slowly said: "According to the information recorded in Angel Heart, Sepajokas was once the first generation god of magic. of the dependents, after his fall, Sepajokas A group of people resented the gods and the world, and wanted to create a hole in the shadow world and lead into a real abyss. Later, they were noticed by the consciousness of the world and asked the ancient god of destiny to take action and imprison this group in a circle, also known as the Circle of Truth. The ring can also be called the circle of destiny.”

"No matter what method you use, as long as you can eliminate the creatures of the Sepajokas family in the circle, you will get it once... once..."

Weilin, who was hearing the critical moment, couldn't help but look at Kyle, only to find a helpless look on his face.

"Lord, I can't tell you what happened next. I can only wait until Master Odor kills all the creatures of the Sepajokas family in the circle, and then you will know what it is."

Weilin saw this and nodded, indicating that he understood.

He now understood why his uncle said that just now. There were some taboos that he couldn't say out loud, so he just used a few words with the same background, but he really couldn't understand it.

While chatting, he was pulled back several times by the ring and the shadow, and was finally dragged back.

The screams gradually weakened and became silent.

At this point, Verin had a hunch that this time it would be over.

Reading what he was thinking from Verin's eyes, Odor shook his head and said with a smile: "Now it's just the souls of the creatures of the Sepajokas family that have been killed, then the will, and then the concept of existence, Only in this way can it be completely destroyed.”

Hearing his uncle's words, Weilin was a little surprised and said, "It's so troublesome!"

"After you deal with the creatures of the Sepajokas family in the Ring of Truth, you won't find it troublesome after you get the gift."

Hearing this, Weilin couldn't help but feel a sense of expectation in his heart.

After a few minutes, Odor took out a piece of paper, wrote on it in secret script that Sepajokas was guilty, and then covered it over the ring.

"Uncle, your method can..."

Before Verin could finish speaking, the paper covering the ring instantly disappeared. An illusory head emerged from the ring, constantly hitting the barrier of the Ring of Truth, staring at Odor. His eyes were full of hostility, and he wanted to tear him into pieces.

Odor looked at the illusory head indifferently, silently recited an unknown language, turned into a spear of light, and struck directly into the opponent's consciousness.

"*****"

"***"

Weilin looked at his uncle, and then at his head that had become transparent. Although he didn't know what he was talking about, he definitely didn't have anything nice to say.

It's a pity that I know that language has no effect at all in this situation, otherwise I really want to know what the creature of the Sepajokas family in front of me is saying.

Amid the curses, the illusory head gradually dissipated, representing the death of consciousness.

Seeing this scene, Weilin looked at his uncle intently, waiting for his next move.

"Watch what I'm doing."

"Don't you want to kill——"

"Forehead."

Weilin suddenly remembered that killing his sense of existence was not a trace of his existence.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the other creatures who originally learned about this Sepajokas clan have long since disappeared from the world.

It can be said that his concept no longer exists, so there is no question of whether to kill or not.

Odor looked at Weilin and said with a half-smile: "It seems you are not stupid, you reacted so quickly."

Facing his uncle's teasing, Weilin's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "Uncle, let's start the next step quickly."

Seeing that the boy didn't answer, Odor stopped teasing him. He took off the ring, put the disk away, and muttered in a low voice.

In an instant, a halo of light appeared behind Odor.

Weilin looked up and couldn't help but be attracted by the mysterious lines on the halo, his eyes a little blurry.

Within a few breaths, the halo shrank, flew over the ring, and emitted a golden light, enveloping the Ring of Truth.

In the light pillar, the ring gradually disintegrated and turned into dots of starlight, surrounding Odor.

Weilin reached out his hand to touch the starlight out of curiosity, and passed through it without any surprise.

A few minutes later, when the ring completely disintegrated in the golden light, the halo flew above Odor's head, pulling the starlight to rotate rapidly.

In less than a moment, Weilin saw a door of light emerge at his uncle's feet, slowly swallowing it.

Before they had time to think about it, they saw a strong suction force coming, sucking the two of them into it.

Inside the light channel, Weilin looked at the scenes flying by him. There were countless figures inside, either soldiers, mages, adventurers, or travelers...

These people with different identities all have one common characteristic, and they are all writing a book.

He slightly adjusted his flying posture and looked back, only to see Kyle staring at the pictures in the streamer channel, his fingertips constantly shining with light as he recorded these pictures in his mind.

After watching this scene, Weilin turned around silently, crossed his arms over his chest, leaned back slightly, and waited with peace of mind.

As long as he couldn't see it, he wouldn't know what Kyle was doing.

After an unknown amount of time, the passage appeared in front of me.

Light emerged, gravity returned, and Weilin landed steadily on the ground.

When the light faded, Weilin looked around and found that there was a huge tree in front of him. It was at least tens of thousands of kilometers away from where he was standing.

Pointing at the towering tree in the distance, Weilin turned to look at Odore and asked, "Uncle, what is that tree?"

"The embodiment of truth."

"Isn't it said that truth has no specific form?" Weilin asked with a puzzled look.

"What you see is a tree, and what I see is a halo."

At this point, Odore turned to look at Kyle.

Seeing this, Kyle said, "What I see is..."

"What is it?" Weilin asked anxiously.

Seeing the undisguised curiosity on his master's face, Kyle took a deep breath and answered, "It's a light."

"Uh"

Hearing Kyle's words, Weilin was stunned for a moment.

A light, what kind of truth is this embodiment.

With a puzzled look, Weilin turned his head directly to look at his uncle, waiting for his answer.

"Don't look at me, I don't know either." Odor spread his hands and said to Weilin.

"Uncle, is there something you don't know?"

Weilin's eyes were full of suspicion, he thought his uncle must be lying.

"You kid, if you say you don't know, you don't know. If you keep looking at me like this, I might go wrong in meditation one day and need to rest for ten or eight years."

Hearing his uncle's threat, Weilin smiled and said, "Uncle, don't be angry."

Hearing this, Odor couldn't help but raise his mouth slightly.

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