Monsters Will Die if They Are Killed

Holy calendar year 8284, September 23rd.

Hong Hand, who had already settled down, took the old men of his mercenary group and followed a group of residents of the Xiguang Society to the place where the barbarians in the North were.

The hometown of the barbarians is the Frosty Icefield, a place of extreme cold and near despair. Even the most daring adventurers will not set their targets there arbitrarily. Only brave men with a death wish and evildoers expelled from the mainland , and barbarians more terrifying than the worst villains live there.

Hongshou has heard many legends about the barbarians and the ice field. He also knows the concept of the bitter cold of about minus two hundred degrees in the ice field - the aftermath of many frost spells in the divine realm is at this level. Living in the ice field, it is It is equivalent to living in the aftermath of countless divine-level frost spells.

But recently, standing on the deck of the battleship, Hong Hand, who was deep in the ice field, did not feel the biting cold that should have been there.

The wind with a hint of warmth was spreading in all directions, and in the middle of the sky that should have been the darkness of eternal night, there was a ball of light that could not flicker with lightning, lighting up the world and bringing light to the entire frosty ice field. .

Without the severe cold, the North Icefield would not be a dangerous place. Even if there are continuous mountains on the periphery as barriers and obstacles, they cannot stop the strong men who want to open up a path wholeheartedly.

On the way into the mountains on the battleship, Hongshou saw many amazing scenes.

He saw a red-haired lady driving a huge steel puppet, using explosions and flames to split mountains and ridges, melting rugged rock cliffs with fire, and opening up a straight road through the twists and turns of the mountains.

He saw a huge silver battleship driving back and forth between the snowfields, melting the ice and snow, solidifying the frozen soil, and creating a black rock avenue among the endless white plains.

All the barbarians, all the demons, all those who heard the echo and wanted to enter the ice field, all moved forward along this mountain road, this road between the ice and snow.

At the same time, Red Hand also saw many northern barbarians.

These northern barbarians are fully armed. When they encounter people who are not from their own tribe, they will start fighting if they disagree with each other. They are not hypocritical towards anyone.

But now, they are the forerunners of guidance. Each tribe serves as a beacon, lighting a torch, extending a path of flames in the white snow, guiding many warships traveling back and forth in the ice field.

Hongshou was lucky enough to communicate with these barbarians whom he had never seen before, but according to rumors, each one of them was like a demon and only knew how to kill. However, he found that as long as he showed kindness, they were all very peaceful and friendly, and even had their own unique characteristics. In terms of literary and artistic level, his poetry is not inferior to the best artists in the empire.

Red Hand never knew. He had never tried to understand the barbarians before, and naturally he had never understood their thoughts and culture.

He's the Demonizer and has no chance, but what about the others?

Red Hand had already talked with his old brother Cicero. When they met, they hugged each other tightly and lamented the changes in each other in the past year.

Red Hand praised Cicero for becoming powerful and following a real strong man, but Cicero humbly said that what he did was accessible to everyone, and anyone could learn the skills taught by that master. They can all learn it. With Hongshou’s talent, as long as he studies hard, he will definitely be stronger than him in the future.

Hongshou doubts this. He has suffered enough without inheritance.

Unless there is an accident, it is impossible for demonized people to learn any source energy skills through normal channels. Their guidance skills and their methods of using source energy must be obtained from their bloodline, or accidentally obtained from various relics. , in short, no normal strong man in this world would teach his inheritance to a demonizer.

But facts speak louder than words. Red Hand is now on his way to the center of the ice field to witness the professor explaining his inheritance and principles to everyone in the world.

Soon, they arrived at a huge metal hall in the center of the ice field.

This hall is simple in style, but because it is too huge, it is full of ancient solemnity. Its outer structure is supported by sixteen giant pillars, and its base is rooted in the earth. It has a structure like tree roots that penetrate into the earth's crust and even deep into the mantle. Just look at it and you will know it is solid and unshakable.

The beams and pillars hundreds of meters high are almost as tall as the mountain peaks that tower over the sky, and the sixteen beams and pillars are inscribed with all kinds of strange source energy techniques, densely packed and different.

From the major elements to physical training and martial arts, from the secret method of cultivating the spiritual soul to the gardening of summoning natural spirits and cultivating sacred trees, all the inheritance that humans have ever had and imagined, these mountain-like beams are all engraved, and anyone can You can refer to it freely and learn freely.

Just these beams and pillars made Hongshou's eyes dull and unbelievable. He knew at a glance that none of these inheritances were false, and all of them were unfathomable. They had advantages and mysteries that could not be compared with the guidance technique he was practicing now. .

Anyone with a little bit of source energy talent, as long as they practice these skills, will have the opportunity to achieve the light of the heart. Even demonizers can have the basic strength to resist the erosion of demonized diseases.

After getting off the battleship, Hongshou saw groups of teams lining up neatly on the flat square outside the main hall.

Those teams are all young demonizers. Most of them are strong and strong, with long aura and strong blood. They train in the light and wind and snow, compete with each other, and engage in actual combat. Every one of them is capable of attacking. He was extremely ruthless and had no intention of stopping at all.

Seeing this scene, Hongshou couldn't help but be shocked. Even the training of their mercenary group was done until they were sweating. How could they train to the point of seeing blood and broken bones? You know, if you get injured during training, it will take ten and a half days to recover, and you will have to spend time recovering by then, which is not worth the gain.

But he also saw that under the shining tree of thunder in the sky, which looked like an arm, endless vitality turned into cyan stardust, falling towards the injured people - just a few breaths, those who were injured because of Those who were injured in training were healed.

After they shook their arms and bodies to make sure there was nothing wrong, they shouted again and started fighting again.

When training reaches this point, it is no different from actual combat.

Hongshou observed it carefully for a while and had to admit that even his own mercenary group that had experienced hundreds of battles might not be much better than these trained people in terms of combat performance. At most, they were more adaptable to various completely different battles. environment.

"Eh?! What, why are there still children?"

But what surprised Hongshou the most was this.

In the training team closest to the main hall, he saw many children in their early teens at most. Most of these children were demonizers, but they were quite methodical in actual combat training, and they were even more skilled in controlling the Origin Energy. , just like a veteran who has experienced several wars.

"Those were the first batch of disciples of Professor Svetre." A passing member of the Xiguang Society said. She noticed the direction of the red hand's gaze and explained to him with a smile: "Professor Svetre was originally an orphanage student. The dean of the orphanage, those children are the orphans in the orphanage, and they first received the teachings of the professor."

"Their strength is very good, and the most powerful ones are already approaching the Heart Light level."

Hongshou was more than surprised, he was simply stunned - a teenager, starting to approach the Heart Light Level?

He, an old mercenary who has been fighting all his life, is just a high-level Xin Guang!

"Look at that one."

Interested in the red hand's surprise, the passerby stopped and explained to him with a smile: "The young man who is looking after everyone's training and looks very beautiful is the three strongest students of Svetre. One, Chief Seneca.”

"He has actually reached the heart light level, but the method he practices is quite special. He needs to 'organize the source energy' of the organs in his body one by one before he can condense the heart light body and completely enter the heart light level."

"This method of practice can greatly improve everyone's resistance to source energy erosion. As long as Chief Seneca completes this step, Professor Sweetley will summarize his practice process and teach it to everyone after optimization. Man, let us all practice according to this method.”

Resist the erosion of source energy and teach it to everyone.

Red Hands could understand every word, but he didn't want to believe it was true... He raised his head and looked at Seneca, the chief disciple who looked like an elf. Red Hands could even learn from that A dangerous aura could be sensed on the beauty who looked even more beautiful than the imperial princess.

This shows that although Seneca's strength is not as good as him, he can already pose some threat to him.

An ordinary demonizer who has only practiced for more than a year can pose a threat to a demonizer mercenary who has been fighting for a lifetime...

"No need to be depressed."

One hand reached out and patted the somewhat disappointed Hongshou on the shoulder. The resident of the Xiguang Society smiled and said cheerfully: "In the final analysis, it's just that their practice is better than you and me."

"But, you see, all the essential cultivation methods are engraved on the beams of the hall, and the cultivation methods of Seneca and several other chief disciples are also on them. As long as it is suitable, you can practice it too!"

——Everyone can practice cultivation, regardless of race or class.

This resident of the association informed Red Hand, the core philosophy of the Xiguang Association, in the clearest and clearest terms.

Red Hand calmed down slightly.

The somewhat old-looking mercenary couldn't help but raise his head and look around the hall.

The three strongest students under Professor Sweetley are Seneca, Loya and Gaza.

Of these three disciples, Seneca is actually the lowest in strength, but he has the most stable character. He has always followed the professor and managed other children who originally came from the orphanage.

Some people say that Seneca was Svetre's chosen successor. Although it is just a rumor, the credibility is not low.

As for the other two chief disciples, Loya followed another strong man beside Professor Svetrey, Master Suiguang from the Chasing Light Order, to the headquarters of the Chasing Light Order for announcements and discussions. Professor Svetrey was willing to cooperate with The Light-Chasing Order shares many secret techniques, provided that the Light-Chasing Order also makes its skills public.

Both sides must be open and honest and face the disaster that threatens the entire world: the Holy Sun is about to go out.

Among all the disciples, Gasha, who is the strongest, is currently patrolling the entire ice field along with the Chuyao battleship.

They did not drive away those source energy beasts. As long as the intelligent source energy beasts are willing to cooperate, the professor is also willing to educate them so that these so-called barbaric beasts can also share the light of civilization.

Teaching without distinction leads to the journey of the great road.

After knowing the actions of these Svitley disciples, Hongshou no longer felt any jealousy in his heart. He just sighed that their teacher had indeed taught them carefully, and that they were good enough as disciples to take on such a big responsibility. .

Moreover, the most important thing is that among these children, the oldest Seneca is less than seventeen years old, and the youngest Loya is only fourteen or fifteen years old.

When they reach the age of twenty, won't they all have to break through to divine will one by one, and even touch the threshold of disaster?

In another ten years, the group of orphans under Professor Sweetley will probably all be strong in disaster situations, right?

Although it was unbelievable, Hongshou couldn't help but startled himself when he thought that this was indeed possible.

If everyone is in a disaster situation, then no matter how powerful the Asmodai Empire is, it will be impossible to defeat the hordes of humanoid natural disasters.

Even if the Sun Emperor is really powerful and has reached a state of supreme power that is unmatched by the powerful people in the disaster realm in the past, there is also an equally powerful and incredible Professor Svitley. No matter how you think about it, the victory or defeat is already decided.

At least, with the current strength of the Asmodai Empire, it is impossible to defeat that kind of future.

After leading the mercenary group along, Hongshou finally followed the silent crowd and entered the metal hall with reverence.

The main hall has no name, and Professor Svitley did not give it a name, but according to the members of the Xiguang Society on the side, they call this hall the Mission Hall.

Standing in the center of the northern ice field, the pinnacle of the world, the interior of the Mission Hall is as warm as spring.

As soon as they entered it, a gentle light lingered all over their bodies, and exhaustion and hunger disappeared. The demonizers headed by Hong Hand even straightened their backs subconsciously. They felt all the pain caused by source energy erosion in their bodies. Everything disappeared, and the burning tingling and distorted feeling that penetrated deep into the soul dissipated instantly, as if it was driven away.

This was not an illusion, because when Hong Hand raised his arm that was no longer entangled in pain as if burned by flames, he was shocked to see wisps of black smoke flowing out of his arm.

Those chaotic souls and twisted essence were all separated from his body.

Although his strength will decline in a short period of time, his true combat effectiveness will increase by more than several times?

Hong Hand even fell into a daze for a moment - the pain that had been entangled with him for decades disappeared in an instant, leaving him without even the slightest bit of defense.

And in this confused state, Hongshou was brought into the hall by his excited companion.

It was an incredibly spacious lecture hall.

Far larger than the Imperial Arena, it can accommodate one hundred thousand people. The huge lecture hall where hundreds of thousands of people can sit down at the same time is almost full of people. Because no one is hungry or tired in the hall, there is silence in the hall. Wait quietly.

Waiting, in the center of the lecture hall, the white-haired old man spoke.

Under the guidance of a ray of light, Hongshou and others sat in their seats. They also fell silent and waited.

Time passes, maybe a long time, maybe in an instant.

【today. 】

Finally, a calm, majestic voice sounded.

In the center of the lecture hall, the white-haired old man looked around at everyone present, and he said: [I want to explain the nature of demonization. 】

[I want to explain the relationship between the Holy Sun, the Demonic Moon and the source energy. 】

[How to avoid the erosion of source energy during practice, how to strip away the demonic influence through guidance and transform it into enhancement, and how to allow ordinary people to obtain this god-given power. 】

[I will prove to everyone that behind all the suffering in this world, there are hidden blessings. The demonized are not outcasts, but simply lost people who have not been guided. 】

He said that the majestic voice resounded in everyone's ears, and the sentences were clear and went straight into the soul.

People in the hall heard it, and people outside the hall heard it.

Under the eternal night sky and the candlelight sacred tree, all the tribesmen on the ice field who were guiding and gathering the crowd raised their heads. They stared at the light in the sky with admiration and wanted to lean down, but because they recalled that person Teach and stand tall.

They praised, sang, and cheered, trying to engrave the words in their hearts. Those priests who knew how to write articles and engrave runes picked up paper and pen as quickly as possible, and raised their knives. They tried to use their own The method records those mysterious sentences and spreads those powerful inheritances to the world.

[I will tell you that the world will end and the Holy Day will be extinguished, but do not be afraid. ] The voice said this, with firm confidence: [I tell you the truth, none of this is worth fearing. As long as all the living beings in the Aian world are willing to work together, we will light the holy day when it is extinguished, and when the doomsday comes, we will Crush the apocalypse. 】

[And now, I will tell you the path to the future. 】

He began to tell. Describes the methods, wonders, and exquisite skills of Yuan Neng cultivation, and the most important thing is the heart.

Everyone heard it.

Outside the ice field, within the Yanshuang Territory, those soldiers and civilians who had not had time to reach the depths of the ice field and were still on the road heard it.

In the Xiguang Mountains, the farmers who stayed in the fields to harvest crops and the people who reclaimed the wasteland heard it.

At the edge of the northern border, the people living in the empire and the mobile cities traveling around the border heard it.

All the intelligent source energy beasts around the Xiguang Mountains and even in the northern ice field, those beings that could understand human speech, all looked blankly, and these beasts also heard it.

They heard the thunder, the thunder, the roar, and the understanding that came from their souls.

From the dead dreams, from the long-forgotten ideals, wishes, and extinguished flames in their hearts, they heard the sound of the road to the future being opened.

The crackling of the flame is the sound of the fire that has been extinguished by survival due to reality, talent, and suffering, and is now rekindled in the soul. It is ignited by a ray of light called hope. It may be extinguished in the future, but Not now.

If everyone could live again, most of them would become great men, because they know what mistakes they have made in their lives and how to avoid them.

But now, Su Zhou has given everyone the strength and opportunity to live a new life. He awakens the ignorant and gives them the ax and hammer to open the way forward.

Of course, before changing the world, they need to use this ax and hammer to chop their own bodies and carve out a new look. They need to use the world as a furnace to burn the beaten and crushed old self into molten iron and pour it into shape again.

Su Zhou knows that not everyone can succeed. Even if he preaches, not everyone can find their true self again and find the self that wants to become better.

But, He will bless.

[My way is here, but if you forget it, you can come back. 】

[Inheritance is engraved on the pillars and walls of the hall. They will not disappear. If you forget it, remember it again. I will tell you again, again and again. 】

He blesses everyone.

Off stage.

Although he stayed in the peaceful hall, there was a strong wind roaring in Hongshou's heart. He stared blankly at the man on the podium, and his heart was gradually filled with determination.

"I will preach his teachings and inheritance to all who should listen."

Originally, Red Hand was not afraid of death. If it was for the future and survival of his brothers, as a demonizer who was already close to death, he could die heroically without hesitation.

But now, he doesn't want to die.

He wanted to live, even if it was harder than dying heroically, he definitely had to live.

And spread more teachings and more principles to everyone.

At this moment, the brilliance of the Zhuzhi Divine Tree reaches the sky and the earth.

The sound of the original candle day spread thousands of miles, and the reverberations resounded throughout the continent. Half of the world was shaken by this, and the wind in the north roared and swept to the distant place.

On the far side, above the Tower of Babel, the blond emperor raised his head, his brows raised, his eyes deep.

Under the Tower of Babel, the generals and knights also raised their heads. They were stunned, and then pondered.

In the Light-Chasing Order, under the sacred Light-Chasing Sanctuary; in the Holy Sun Church, in front of the Three Sages; in the seaside capital, on the towering guidance lighthouse, there are people who are listening, thinking, and silent.

They all heard it.

Therefore, the world has changed dramatically.

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