Soul of Negary

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

Only when you have self-awareness will the individual slowly produce wisdom.

As the night fell, the border city gradually became silent.

"There are many similar species over there." The dust ball rolled, suddenly twisted in the gravity of the core dust and other dust.

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

With the gravitational reaction, the original indulgent behavior of the dust mass also changed.

More and more dust is gathered by the dust cluster, it seems that with more and more dust, the gravity of the dust cluster becomes stronger and stronger, more information is read by the dust cluster, and then entangled with the gravity, forming more and more More stress response.

Of course, it was just a reaction until the dust met a large mass of "dust".

The dust slowly crawled onto this "dust" that was bigger than itself, and the gravitational force probed him, gradually covering the "dust" completely, and some information flowed in, making the gravitation of the dust change It's complicated.

More and more information flows in from the large "dust", the gravity that can only adsorb dust is greatly enhanced, and a system is gradually formed, and what reaction will be made when faced with information.

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

The large dust stood up, like a fallen victim.

He stood up a little confused, looking at the surrounding scene, more and more information began to flow into his core, and formed more and more thoughts.

"Alem, this is me?" The dust gradually gathered, and it seemed that he had extracted another idea, but he soon knew that the name was just a substitute for the individual.

He stood like this, arranging more and more information, just that tiny dust, more and more gravity around it twisted together, forming a group of information energy bodies, and finally formed a unique structure , Closed.

"So who the hell am I?" Dust Alem thought so.

...

"A new soul." Negri regained his sight.

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

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 information from the outside world, various ideas will gradually form and eventually form a complete soul.

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

That dust, because of his luck, was specially taken care of by Negri, and when he was just right, he would encounter a corpse that had just died, and obtain a large amount of information left on the corpse, which eventually formed a crippled personality. , And obtained a corpse that was still barely alive, and obtained a new information collection sensory and processor brain.

"This is his luck." Crow Yu echoed on the side. Although enlightened by the wisdom of the blood, let Crow Yu know the greatness of Negri, but this is not the same as witnessing.

From a dust to an almost normal living body, this transition is amazing.

In comparison, it seems that mortals have become road-level strongmen. Of course, although the gap comparison value is similar, the difficulty level is actually completely different.

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

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

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

The troops in black robes are holding long guns,

Duran Ti Isius sat in a carriage outside the manor, his eyes indifferent, and only a few close friends followed.

The remains of the gods are the collectors of a noble family in this border city. They don't know the origin of this thing. They only know that putting it in the clear spring can produce holy water.

The holy water has a powerful healing ability and has an excellent effect on the combatants' exercise.

This nobleman has drawn a lot of contacts. Of course, because the production of holy water is limited, and the background of this thing is not clear, so although other people's eyes were hot before this, it did not break the rules between the noblemen.

But the reason for the rule is not to destroy it, it is not because of other things, just because the benefits are not big enough.

Duran turned the gemstone ring in his hand. This noble has the current scale, and it is completely the role of the remains of God. That thing is the foundation of their standing. They can’t hand it over. 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 that case, they can only ask them to die.

"Why?" In the manor, the person who is the head of the house is completely unclear who actually killed the nobles in the city. As a border city, the army of the New Royas Kingdom is stationed around the city.

Their family is not without its own power, but those forces are suppressed, and the large-scale entry of troops with such powers will definitely be discovered, so the troops stationed outside the city cannot be found.

The people here, although powerful, are absolutely unable to fight the army, why do they dare to do so.

"Go to death with doubt!" The man in the black robe held the knight's sword and waved it off. The aristocratic owner lying on the ground accidentally saw the mark behind the knives' sword hilt and his eyes widened in an instant: "You are... "

Blood splattered, the head full of consternation fell to one side, the black robe glanced at his hilt, and the logo of the army of the Kingdom of New Royas was printed on it.

For the uncertain news, Dulan had tried everything the family of the Ashius had to seize the position of the city master of a border city, but he did not do anything to prepare for it. The death penalty of smuggling ordnance always needed him as the city master. Cooperate, isn't it appropriate to help destroy one or two doors?

"Adult, it has been cleaned up." The carriage came to report quickly before the carriage.

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

The eyes and eyes were full of blood and corpses. When passing by the body of a young boy, the steps were slightly paused, and then he walked forward again.

The tall man in black robe also just came out of the mansion, tossed the towel with blood on his side, and put the sword back into the scabbard. If you are careful, you will find that on the towel, there is a small The mark is a sign of a nearby bandit.

It doesn’t matter if the bandits will be so stupid to commit such crimes and leave a mark, or whether the bandits who only rob ordinary people have the ability to create massacres of this scale, as long as there is a reason not enough. What?

"I have done what you want. We haven't touched anything in the manor. Tomorrow I will use the excuse of searching for prisoners to bring people into the city and close the city. The next thing is to look at you." Black robe and Du Lan passed by the shoulder, stopped, and said this sentence, then took the man out of the mansion and stayed outside the manor.

Duran nodded, led the man to the manor, followed the blood, and soon reached the secret room, where there was a small pool, at the bottom of the rippling pool, a piece of white ore was inlaid.

"This is this thing, this is this thing." Duran's eyes were fanatical, and people immediately took it off carefully, and soon disappeared into the manor.

In the shadows, the young Catobu Jugus held the ceremonial blade tightly, and did not even look at the van that disappeared. He didn’t even dare to keep up. In fact, if he didn’t move, he concealed his breath. He It was discovered long ago and killed by the master on the carriage.

"No matter what, I have to revive the Jugus family!" After all the people left, Catob dived into the manor carefully, looking at the depression in the pool, his eyes bright.

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