Soul of Negary

The most important symbol of individual life is self-awareness.

Only when there is self-awareness, the individual will slowly be born wisdom.

As night fell, the border city gradually fell silent.

"There are more of the same kind over there." The dust mass rolled, and suddenly twisted under the gravitational force of the core dust and other dust.

It seems that the strange gravitational sense senses the information of other more dust, which is disturbed by the information and gives a corresponding response.

And as the gravitational force reacts, the way the dust mass originally behaved freely changed.

More and more dust is gathered by the dust mass. It seems that as the dust increases, the gravitational force of the dust mass becomes stronger and stronger, and more information is read by the dust mass, and then entangled with the gravitational force, forming more and more multiple stress responses.

Of course it's just a reaction, until the dust cloud hits a large "dust".

The dust mass slowly climbed onto the "dust" that was larger than itself, and the gravitational force reached him, gradually covering the "dust" completely, and some information flowed in, making the dust mass's gravitational force change. get complicated.

More and more information flows in from the large "dust", and the gravitational force that can only absorb dust has been greatly enhanced, and a system has gradually formed, which will respond when faced with any information.

Gradually the information increased and began to intersect with each other, and finally formed the first thought: "Who am I?"

The large dust stood up, like a distressed person with a dusty face.

He stood up a little confused and looked at the surrounding scenes. More and more information began to flow into his core, and more and more thoughts were formed.

"Alem, this is me?" The dust gradually gathered, and he seemed to pick up another thought, but he soon realized that the name was just a nickname for the individual.

He stood like this, sorting out more and more information, just that tiny piece of dust, more and more gravitational forces around him twisted together, forming a mass of information energy, and finally formed a unique structure , completes the closure.

"So who am I?" Dust Allem thought.

...

"A new soul." Negri retracted his gaze.

The soul is an information energy body formed by the entanglement of the root and the world, and the root is the outflow of truth. Negri, who mastered the way, understood how to create a soul of life when he studied the root.

Provoking a certain substance through truth, and making that part of the truth information interact with it, will eventually form a unique energy. With the inflow of external information, various thoughts will gradually form, and finally a complete soul will be formed.

It's just that different things and different ways of collecting information will gradually depend on the thinking ability of the soul.

That piece of dust, because of his luck, was specially taken care of by Negri. He would encounter a recently dead corpse at just the right time, obtain a lot of information left on the corpse, and finally form a broken personality. , and obtained a corpse that was still barely alive, and gained new information-gathering senses and processor brains.

"This is his luck." Crow Yu echoed on the side. Although Crow Yu was enlightened by the wisdom of his bloodline, he let him know the greatness of Negri, but this is still not the same as witnessing it with his own eyes.

From a dust to an almost normal life form, this transition is amazing.

In comparison, it is as if a mortal has become a road-level powerhouse. Of course, although the difference and comparison value are similar, the difficulty level is actually completely different.

"It's just an attempt." Negri has nothing to be proud of. Any road-level powerhouse can do the same thing with a little research.

It's just that this kind of thing is not the running law of the string of complete truth, and it consumes Negri's own truth power.

On the other side of the city, in a manor, a massacre is going on.

Troops in black robes are holding long guns,

Harvest the lives of the same kind without mercy.

Duran Teesius sat in a carriage outside the manor, his eyes kept indifferent, with only a few cronies beside him.

The person who owns the bones of the gods is a collector of a noble family in this border city. They don't know the origin of this thing. They only know that if they put it in a clear spring, holy water can be produced.

The holy water has a powerful healing ability, and it has an excellent effect on the training of fighters.

This noble family has attracted a lot of contacts. Of course, because the production of holy water is limited and the background of this thing is not clear, before this, although others were jealous, they did not break the rules between nobles.

But the reason why the rules are not destroyed is not because of other things, but because the interests are not large enough.

Duran turned the gemstone ring in his hand. This nobleman has the scale of today, and it is completely the role of the bones of the gods. That thing is their foundation. They can't hand it over, and Duran doesn't have so many resources to go In exchange, it is even more difficult to steal such core treasures without being discovered. In this case, they can only be asked to die.

"Why?" In the manor, the owner of the family had absolutely no idea who had just slaughtered the nobles in the city. As a border city, the army of the New Roas Kingdom was stationed around the city.

Their family is not without their own power, but those powers have been suppressed one by one. The large-scale entry of troops with this kind of power will definitely be discovered, so it is impossible for the troops stationed outside the city to fail to find out.

The people here, although strong, are absolutely unable to fight against the army, why do they dare to do this.

"Go to death with doubts!" ​​The man in the black robe held the knight's sword and waved it down. The noble family owner lying on the ground accidentally saw the mark behind the hilt of the knight's sword, and his eyes widened instantly: "You are... "

Blood splattered, and the head full of astonishment fell to one side. The black-robed man glanced at his sword hilt, which was the logo of the army of the New Roas Kingdom.

Duran did everything he could to win the title of the city lord of a border city for an uncertain news, but he did not make any preparations. The capital crime of smuggling weapons always required him as the city lord. Cooperate, shouldn't it be appropriate to help destroy one or two doors?

"My lord, it has been cleaned up." A person came to report soon in front of the carriage.

Duran put on a black robe and walked towards the manor under the leadership of the other party.

All he could see was blood and corpses. When he passed a young child's corpse, his footsteps paused slightly, and then he walked forward again.

The tall man in black robe just came out of the mansion, threw the blood-stained towel aside, and retracted the sword into the scabbard. If you were careful, you would find that on the towel, there was a small The mark is the symbol of a nearby bandit.

No matter whether the bandits would be so stupid to commit such a crime and leave a mark, and whether or not the bandits who only rob ordinary people have the ability to create a massacre of this scale, as long as there is a reason not to be enough What?

"I have done what you asked for. We haven't touched a single thing in the manor. Tomorrow and day, I will use the excuse of searching for criminals to bring people into the city and seal the city, and then it's up to you." Heipao and Du Lan straddled his shoulders, stopped to say these words, and led people out of the mansion, and stayed outside the manor.

Duran nodded and walked towards the manor. Following the blood trail, he soon arrived in the secret room, where there was a small pool, and at the bottom of the rippling pool was inlaid something like white ore.

"It's this thing, it's this thing." Duran's eyes were frantic, and people immediately took it down carefully and quickly disappeared into the manor.

In the shadows, the young Katob Yugus tightly held the ritual blade in his hand. He didn't even look at the vanishing carriage. He didn't even dare to follow. In fact, if he hadn't been motionless and tried his best to hide his breath, he wouldn't have dared to follow him. Was found long ago and killed by the masters in the carriage.

"No matter what, I want to revitalize the Jugus family!" After everyone left, Katobu carefully sneaked into the manor and looked at the depression in the pool with a dazzling gaze.

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