Wizard From Afar - Chapter 1160

“If you want to hide a secret, what should you do?”

West Sacramento, the capital of Timor, is a suburban farm.

“First of all… Most obviously, you can’t tell anyone about it.”

Sitting in front of the table, a shabby priest enjoyed the newly brewed saklan dry red on the table and loosened the hard noodles with hot soup.

“Every more person who knows the existence of a secret will increase the risk of secret exposure – this is not only irresponsible to the secret itself, but also irresponsible to the defendant, which adds a risk in vain.”

“Secondly, you should stay away from this secret as far as possible… Try to keep everything you do away from it, avoid any place that may be involved, any place that may make it abrupt and disharmonious… Forgetting is always the best way to keep it secret.”

“Of course, this is only for the existence of the material world.”

“He… Knows that.”

After a slight meal, the fallen priest looked calm and indifferent.

“So in order to hide the secret that only he knows, he should not only hide it from others, but even hide it from himself, give all kinds of hints to himself, and hide the real secret.”

“There are a lot of hints, many of which are full of loopholes… But loopholes are not the key, the key is the number – even if it is impossible to completely forget the secret, you should make yourself misunderstand the secret itself, even if it is very different…”

Poof!

The voice outside the door made the poor priest frown slightly, and his cold eyes glanced out from under his hood.

The little figure curled up outside the door suddenly trembled and the voice stopped.

Nodding and taking back his eyes, the fallen priest picked up the wine glass on the table again.

“Only by doing so can we win enough time, and even let the people who try to explore the secret step into the trap he has carefully prepared again and again.”

“Smart… Really smart.”

“Clearly know the limitations of your ability, have enough understanding of the enemy’s means, plus a little luck, cautious judgment, a little risky behavior… This is the smartest way.”

“Roland Turin is brave enough, but he is just a maniac;”

“Eckhardt de sallion has a long-term vision, but lacks strength;”

“Generations of ‘beings’ who have been empowered by the material world, bewitched by the losers and opposed to the void are limited to themselves, unable to resist the invasion from another level, and all they can do is delay time.”

“If you want to defeat one world, you have to fight it with another world, create variables and create opportunities… Even if this will bring more dangers, because Danger itself… Is opportunity.”

“In order to turn the tables, they are really desperate.”

A smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the fallen priest, and his expression seemed to aftertaste the sweetness of the new wine.

“But now, it’s time to draw an end to the heroic drama of struggle. It’s over. It’s over.”

“Everything has its end… No matter how tenacious it is, it won’t help.”

“All you do – noble, humble, cruel, kind, passionate, plain, cumbersome, concise, hearty, painful…”

“For… It’s the calm of the last moment, and the song ends.”

The poor priest got up slowly and pushed away the manor owner who had been dead for a long time, as well as the owner’s wife, eldest son and little girl sitting around the table.

Poop!

The body of the manor owner collapsed to the ground, and a night watchman ring fell from his arms to a pool of blood under him.

The fallen priest stepped on the floor soaked in blood and water and walked to the courtyard outside the living room without changing his face. The soles of his dirty boots were stained with a circle of dark red.

In the clean and tidy courtyard, there are more than a dozen bodies lying across; There are demon hunters and night watchmen… What they have in common is that most of them are broken, as if they have been bitten. There is almost no intact bone and skin from head to foot. Their ferocious remains also prove that they suffered a lot before they died.

Although… Only a few lucky people can keep their remains.

The fairy girl Shira curled up behind the door worked very hard to stack these bodies of different sizes neatly in the corner of the yard; The petite figure kept moving things two or three times bigger than himself without making a little sound. He was already sweating.

The delicate limbs of the fairy girl were exposed under some old and ragged Samurai vests, white and red, transparent enough to see the color of blood vessels and muscle texture below, as if they had just grown out; With the young face of the fairy girl, it looks very cute.

Only the demon hunters who died miserably in the hands of the fairy girl can understand what kind of human eating beast is hidden under this “lovely appearance”.

Seeing the fallen priest walking out of the door, Shira brightened her eyes and tried to please the “life-saving benefactor” who saved herself and restored her limbs; But it is like leaving a trace of awe and fear, and never dare to get too close.

The despicable priest with his face hidden under his hood seemed not even in the mood to meet her. Looking back, he provoked his eyes and looked at the end of the gem River and the direction of the sun setting.

Eboden’s direction.

The gem River, which flows quietly, is covered with golden sparkling light by the afterglow of the sunset – the dazzling brilliance is even more dazzling and magnificent than when the sun is in the sky.

Looking at the landscape with the same sky and water, a little sneer appeared on the face of the fallen priest.

The rapidly expanding force of the void was more dazzling in his eyes than the sunset close at hand.

If it was in the past… In eboden, Dragon King City, red blood castle, silver helmet mountain… At any time in the past, he would do everything he could to destroy him; At least, he must be prevented from going further and creating variables that undermine his plan.

But now, there is no need to do so.

The ending has been decided. Let him be arrogant for a while before the end.

“Let’s go.”

Take back his eyes, the faint opening of the fallen priest has left without waiting for the elf girl behind to react.

“Where are you going?”

The fairy girl hurried to follow and asked subconsciously.

But almost at the moment of opening, a frightened expression appeared on the “young and lovely” face. He quickly closed his mouth, curled up on the ground, shivering, and dared not move.

Until the fallen priest walked away and found that she didn’t catch up, he stopped and looked back slowly:

“Golovin.”

…………………………

Everything is quiet.

Vibration, collapse, collapse, dragon roar, roar… All the sounds disappeared in the dark.

Without light, there will be no light. Everything belongs to the cold and silent darkness… Even the touch of temperature, smell and everything that can confirm its existence are deprived by “darkness”.

Only the consciousness that is still “thinking” continues to operate.

Constantly thinking, Loren opened his “eyes”.

Void… This is the first time he came here alone.

Any time before, whether falling into a dream, spiritual palace, dream world… Almost always involved in it with the company of “people”, or at least under the premise of protective measures.

This time… The dark haired wizard stood alone in the void without any security measures.

The first feeling is “freedom”.

Unfettered “freedom”.

Not only the freedom of existence, but also the freedom limited by the body – no longer bound by the material world, he can clearly feel that his consciousness can move at any level at any time and anywhere.

He even felt that he could instantly move to any corner of the world, any corner that existed or did not exist; He can also travel through time to the past or the future.

As long as he wants, as long as there is such a “concept” in his mind, he can be reckless and omnipotent.

Even create a world, or… Become a world.

This is the power of emptiness, or

This is vanity.

The “existence” that exists because it does not exist.

The dark haired wizard frowned slightly, and an inexplicable impulse rushed to his heart.

The “consciousness” of thinking flashed a spark in an instant – only at that moment, the world before us immediately changed.

It was hot and burning, and the burning sun appeared on his head, sweeping away the darkness!

The clear dome appeared on the side of the black haired wizard, surrounded by the continuous struggle and transportation, and under his feet was the vast land.

The next second, the consciousness of thinking is slightly biased, like a spark dissipated.

In the twinkling of an eye, the Obsidian sun on the top of my head went out and was dim; Accumulation turns into dark clouds and thunder is dense; The crumbling mountains and rivers spewed out columns of fire, the rocks and the earth were torn apart, spewing out explosive gas, which ignited the land overturned in the sea;

The dark clouds that roll up the smoke and dust, and the acid rain that falls like a waterfall, together with the sea water that rushes into the earth and the flame that burns the mountains and rivers, destroy all the creatures born or not yet born on the earth in the bud.

All these changes are so fast and so fast that when the black haired wizard realizes what has just happened, the sunny sky above his head has turned into a static Milky way, and the stars will surround his “figure” like the moon.

Directly below him, the “destroyed World” was reborn, only slightly changed:

The mountain peaks stand like an arrow tower. The earth is divided into nine, stacked one after another, standing proudly around the highest and widest mountain peaks.

This is like the world tree, or the “world” like the fairy settlement tree in the ancient wood forest. Because of the high level, it shows a completely different appearance – the top land is illuminated by stars, which is no different from the past; The bottom is completely shrouded in darkness, just like an abyss.

The view dropped, and the Milky way in the dome fell like a shower; Just before the stars were about to fall to the ground, they suddenly stopped, and always stopped at the last moment of the fall.

The dark haired wizard felt as if he had begun to understand the “operation” of the void world.

Then at this moment, the situation changed.

Sadness, joy, excitement, boredom, anger, calm… All kinds of emotions poured into your consciousness like a storm, and all kinds of arrows bombarded the iron wall erected for your consciousness with calm and reason.

The speed of thinking has to slow down and try our best to contain these rapidly expanding emotions from nowhere; The lost control of the “star world” overturned in an instant and was destroyed by the falling explosion and roar.

Almost at the same time, or there was a precursor, or there was no concept of time… A new world completely beyond the understanding of the dark haired wizard appeared in front of him.

Massive information still poured into his consciousness and became a part of his thinking; The “thinking” that used to exhaust all its strength just to resist emotions was impacted again.

It’s like a blow to the head!

He can’t stop thinking, just as life can’t stop living – thinking and emotion are the basis for maintaining the existence of consciousness. He can’t stop, he can’t stop, and he can’t keep up with the speed to understand the huge amount of information pouring into his “vision”.

Those messages… They are words, symbols, sounds, assumptions, flashes of light in my mind, jokes so absurd that I can’t take them seriously, cold, hot, firm, soft, comfortable and painful when I touch

The black haired wizard wants to shout out, wants to cry out… He can cry out, but he won’t feel the pain of shouting, let alone the pain of tearing out – because he is only conscious and is no longer bound by his body.

He wanted to stop all this, but once he stopped thinking, it meant the death of “consciousness” and existence – for other wizards, it meant becoming crazy, and for Loren, it meant the end of his physical and conscious existence at the same time.

Because he is not the existence of the world, he is a stranger.

His spiritual and material levels are completely unified and inseparable.

Even if he just dies early, late, or life is worse than death, he must stick to it, otherwise it will be all over. He won’t even have a hair left, and he will be “killed” by himself.

Bang——

A quick and short voice exploded in the dark haired wizard’s consciousness.

At that moment, everything stopped, and the huge information changed slowly – in fact, it was very inappropriate to describe it, because there was no concept of time in the void, so there was no difference between speed and slowness, but it did seem to slow down – gradually, it began to become acceptable to Loren.

The information in his mind is thought, understood, accepted and digested bit by bit… All kinds of completely different information, intelligence, things that have happened and haven’t happened, truth and illusion, reality and lies constantly linger in Loren’s mind.

It’s like reading a huge book that can never be turned over.

This

“No need to be nervous, no need to be vigilant, from the existence of the material world, you are very safe now.”

The voice sounded in the dark haired wizard’s consciousness. He could clearly perceive the difference between this voice and other “messages” – it was subjective and conscious:

“You… Are under my protection.”