The Righteous Player(s)

Soul, imprint? "

Salvatore repeated the word, his face gradually becoming hard to look.

"Yes it is."

Alexander Robin nodded calmly: "After the soul is dyed, it can actually be regarded as an incomplete demigod.

"If you live in a fixed place for a long time, the escaping element power can even unconsciously infect the surrounding environment and gradually transform it into an environment suitable for you. If the element power gathers too much, it may even remain Part of the will.

"For example, like Noah's Blood Butterfly Valley, or Winter's Tower of Storms, the world-distorting vision is the imprint left after the death of a powerful transcendent."

Hearing this, Salvatore took two deep breaths.

He confirmed again:

"...So, will it be contaminated by the elements, including the corpse?"

"It should be said that it is the body-even if the transcendent does not die, whether it is a hand or a bone left behind, it may gradually transform the world around it.

"But the power of the element is mainly stored in the brain, so as long as it is handled properly, the problem is not serious."

Commander Alexander said so.

He frowned slightly: "What do you want to say? Or what did you do?"

The former champion swordsman-now the old knight commander who is almost 60 years old, is wearing a white suit that looks very inconsistent with him, sitting in the drawing room of Noah's First Bank.

The square and majestic face, the sun-stained skin, the short reddish-brown hair that has been carefully managed, plus the golden-orange pupils that are reminiscent of a lion, and the iconic scar... compared to a banker The chairmanship is indeed more suitable to be called a "soldier" or a "general."

...If it was normal, Salvatore would not even dare to look directly at him.

Too many killings and battles have condensed a layer of blood and gunpowder on the man who has been over a hundred years old.

Salvatore has just advanced to Silver, and he is in a situation where his perception is too keen but his will is insufficient, and it is even more difficult to resist this deterrent.

If it hadn't been for this incident directly related to Annan's safety...he wouldn't have come here to communicate with this troublesome man!

But now, he is also very grateful to Zhiji.

Fortunately, Zhiji has an extra heart.

She Tosalvatore asked Captain Alexander how to deal with the "Dream Stealer".

Although Zhiji is indeed a real god, she is not a **** who soared from the path of transcendence...but a "god of creation" created out of thin air by her creator and lover.

Therefore, Zhi Ji did not understand the Transcendental Road.

And Alexander is different.

Although he is only an extraordinary person of the silver rank, he is a champion swordsman after all.

——He is a "champion" in the true sense, a hunter of evil **** followers and dark wizards, and a high-level member of the Silver Lord Church. For the secrets of the Transcendental Path and the Fallen Path, there may be few people in Noah who know better than him.

Salvatore did not hide.

When he directly made himself the secret medicine of dreams, he told Alexander about the extra things he added.

He regrets a bit now.

In Benjamin's original formula, there is no such step. This is his ability as an "alchemist", telling him that he can make corrections in this direction.

In fact, if the brains of the Golden-rank wizards are not added here, or the elemental power of the dream-stealer Denton has nothing to do with nightmares, then this is not wrong...

But Salvatore originally only wanted Annan to enter the nightmare in a safer and safer way... but he didn't expect that this would harm Annan.

"—You are such a trash, Thrall."

In the bottom of his heart, the hoarse voice sounded coldly: "The formula is already in your hands, can you not do this kind of thing?"

But this was just a mistake...

"Is this really just a mistake? Isn't this a mistake caused by your arrogance and selflessness?"

The shadow whispered like a devil, as if to destroy Salvatore’s mind: “If you ask Alexander before making it, or if you write to the tower owner to ask, would you make this kind of mistake? Don’t say it. What is the lack of time... That's all excuses. Will this delay you half a day?

"Don’t make excuses, it’s your fault. After you became an alchemist, did you feel a little overwhelmed? Huh? Even if you smoked cigarettes, did you plan to drink too much? Do you still want to create something special for yourself? medicine?

"Seriously, Thrall. If you feel you can't do anything well, give your body to me."

Shadow is always stronger than himself.

Yes... Salvatore has always known about this.

As long as the body is handed over to the shadow, all problems can be solved.

I will not make mistakes because of all kinds of mistakes... and even mistakes that have already been made can be remedied.

"……I know."

Salvatore whispered.

"Ok?"

The shadow paused, and sneered hoarsely: "Finally can't bear the failure? Do you want to give up? Anytime you can... Then give me your body."

"——I want to solve this myself."

Salvatore said slowly: "I want to save Annan."

Looking at him, the expression on Alexander's face gradually converged and became serious.

"If needed. I'll help you, son of the black tower."

The group leader made a calm voice: "But... do you have a plan?"

"some."

Salvatore simply replied: "We will rush back now. I will modify the access point of the'Secret Medicine of Dreaming' on the road. This way, when we are by Annan's side, we can use the secret medicine to directly enter his nightmare. in.

"...As for the victory over Denton, I'll leave it to you."

"Don't worry, don't underestimate me. I'm also a priest...I know nightmares very well. And even if you can't defeat Denton, you can just help Annan escape."

Alexander said seriously: "Denton's last will is trapped in a small pill and cannot escape. We don't need to fight him to death and death immediately... Just let Annan not fall into his trap without any preparation. Enough."

"I listen to you~www.wuxiaspot.com~ leader."

Salvatore responded.

But it's different from what they thought...

In the nightmare, Annan did not fall into Denton's trap and was destroyed by the nightmare and turned into a puppet.

But in the fragments of fear, devastating--

boom!

With one fist, Annan smashed the steel operating bed directly; when two fists dropped, he directly punched a hole out of the bed.

Yes, although the handcuffs themselves are not broken, but the place where the handcuffs are connected to the operating table has been knocked out... Now Annan can even wave a chain and cos a Silas-of course, considering that only the left hand is connected to the handcuffs, and the handcuffs At the end there is an iron bed knocked down by myself, maybe it is Chen Kehan...

"That's it?"

Annan sneered and broke the chain on his ankle.

When he saw the chainsaw, he already understood what this fear was.

——This is the fear in the face of "necessary costs" and "life and death choices."

According to the procedure that Denton arranged for Annan, it should be for Annan to use the blunt saw to cut off his left hand.

After all, this is just a nightmare, there will be no disability, nothing can't be done... only dare to bear this painful difference.

Is it to endure a long period of pain that cannot be given up halfway...or to accept a chronic death?

Say one by one, the old jigsaw is out.

Either way, it should be possible to escape from the nightmare... But Annan chose the third way.

To the left or to the right?

——Isn't the road in the middle very spacious?

"It's a pity, I can't fix you with my fist..."

The moment Annan sat up, the fragments of fear were still broken by him.

He leaned against the wall, raised his head, and said calmly: "There are two more opportunities.

"carry on."

(End of this chapter)