The necromancer just wants to plant trees.

Chapter 443: The Door of Thinking and the Golden Ticket

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In the dark and eerie building complex.

Matthew was moving quickly alone.

The little boy who flashed by was full of mystery.

Matthew found that he could hardly mark it by perception or mental power.

His presence and movements can only be discerned through the naked eye.

In Matthew's perception.

The little boy is completely "empty". There is no spirituality in his body, but he has a quality that is close to life.

This fits the characteristics of the Paradise Lost spirit.

No matter how dangerous it is, he has to take a chance.

But the ancient city of Crafa is indeed full of dangers at night.

Matthew had just walked a distance when a large number of troll ghosts suddenly appeared at the corner ahead.

They blocked the intersection, making it difficult for people to pass.

Even if the distance is about fifty meters.

Matthew could also sense the changes that occurred to these evil spirits at night.

Their speed has increased a lot.

Besides.

A layer of black substance also appeared on the surface of the vengeful spirit.

All living creatures that come close to that substance will feel their ability to move is greatly reduced.

That is an aura that absorbs motivation!
One or two vengeful spirits are not a big deal.

If you run into a group of evil spirits head-on, a person with normal mobility will be sucked in and paralyzed on the spot within three seconds!

And after losing the ability to move.

Surrounded by such a large group of crazy evil spirits.

The consequences can be imagined.

Matthew did not hesitate, he immediately chose another path.

The tombstone under his feet moved flexibly like an arm, turned a corner, and inserted into the alley next to it, breaking through before the evil spirits surrounded him.

However, all this is just a prelude.

soon.

Matthew discovered that there were too many vengeful spirits in this area!

Maybe the commotion near the Magic Tower attracted too many guardians.

Coupled with the arrival of the ancient city inspectors, this area has become extremely lively.

Matthew tried his best to avoid the evil spirits on the road, but sometimes he would still be caught by the evil spirits that suddenly emerged from the wall.

He tried to deal with these evil spirits with Ursul's scolding.

But the results are minimal.

The methods of ordinary necromancers are completely useless in the ancient city of Krafar.

These vengeful spirits have been strengthened over a long period of time and are firmly bound to the ancient city.

This city was their ceremonial ground.

As long as they are in the ritual field, as long as the ritual field is functioning properly, they can be greatly strengthened.

not to mention.

These vengeful spirits seem to have some kind of group consciousness.

As soon as one evil spirit engages in combat with the enemy, the rest will immediately drop what they are doing and attack.

under these circumstances.

It is unwise to kill any evil spirit, as it will bring you tremendous hatred!
"Calm down! Think of a way..."

Matthew drove the Tombstone, speeding through the dark city.

The figure of the little boy in front was vague and difficult to capture.

When looking back.

The number of vengeful spirits chasing him was enough to fill several train carriages!

If an ordinary person saw this scene, he would probably have peed his pants.

Matthew also felt his scalp tingling.

at the same time.

He could feel that he was slowing down!

"No, we can't go on like this..."

It just so happened.

Matthew lost sight of the little boy.

He didn't hesitate.

He turned left directly at the intersection next to him, and pulled another group of troll spirits across the street over!

Matthew rampaged through the streets.

The vengeful spirits behind him soon formed a long dragon.

In other words, the speed of the tombstone was indeed fast enough, otherwise he would have been torn into pieces by these evil spirits long ago!

"go!"

Seeing that the time was right, Matthew turned around and ran.

that's it.

The troll ghosts, which stretched for half a mile, were madly chasing Matthew's tombstone and will-o'-the-wisp.

They took a short walk around the Magic Tower.

Then he rushed towards the Magic Tower!
Near the Magic Tower.

Now it has become deserted.

Except for little Ingram and his army of summoned creatures, almost everyone else found a way to seek refuge.

And when Matthew appeared.

The elemental creatures were also fighting passionately with the nearby troll spirits.

next second.

A huge tombstone rushed into them with a large number of ghost lights!
"Please help me. The local natives are a bit too unfriendly..."

Matthew greeted little Ingram from a distance.

The latter looked at the number of vengeful spirits behind Matthew that were enough to fill half the street.

His face almost turned the color of liver!
"Stop him!"

Little Ingram gave the order.

But Matthew was so cunning that he just brushed past the elemental army and then took a detour.

Matthew is polite and knows how to take detours.

But the evil spirits don't understand this.

In the blink of an eye.

The wicked spirits like a tide hit the elemental army's defense line.

In an instant, four or five strong elemental creatures had their mobility drained away.

After a while.

Their struggles became futile and they soon died miserably in the sea of ​​enemies!
See the defense line become shaky.

Even though little Ingram was gritting his teeth in hatred, he didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to Matthew.

He took out a small book with a light green cover, and then cast spells one after another. Through the cooperation of the four elements, he built a defensive barrier that was like a natural barrier.

At this time, Matthew was driving the tombstone in a very cool manner, and once again widened the distance between him and the Magic Tower.

With the full help of little Ingram.

The streets became much quieter.

Matthew stepped on the tombstone and slid up 90 degrees along the corner of the wall, successfully reaching the flat roof of a three-story building.

He looked out at the nearby street.

However, the little boy had disappeared.

Matthew was not discouraged and continued to observe. If the other party was really the spirit of Paradise Lost, then it could not be just a flash of inspiration.

But very quickly.

His attention was partly attracted by the ancient city inspectors who came in like an overwhelming force.

The level 25 Wuken is different from the other troll spirits that emit black light.

His huge and bloated body emitted a faint golden light, which was somewhat different from the sun's light. It was more like a black gold or dark gold luster.

When Wuken took action, the entire street was shaking.

Even though Matthew had deliberately kept his distance, he could still feel his body bearing the attraction from Wuken!
……

"Warning: You have entered Wuken's "Land of the Lost"!
Your speed drops by 30%;

All your movements will be modified towards Wuken;
You are about to face a round of willpower test. If you fail the save, you will involuntarily walk 10 to 30 meters in the direction of Wuken..."

……

What a terrible gravitational field.

Relying on his divinity, Matthew successfully exempted himself from the Willpower check, then stepped on the small tombstone and distanced himself again without looking back.

at the same time.

Wuken has also arrived in front of the Magic Tower.

Matthew saw from afar that a burst of blood light suddenly erupted into the sky around little Ingram.

The bloody light brought more pressure to Matthew than Wuken's land of destruction!
That is……

Blood Angel Urmas!

"Rise up, my ancestors!"

Vaguely.

Matthew also heard the devout and fanatical call of little Ingram.

Accompanied by that sound.

The blood light rising into the sky instantly upgraded into a blood storm!

The terrifying blood storm swept away all living things around the Magic Tower, and the vengeful spirits disappeared like melting ice and snow.

Elemental lifeforms were not spared either!

Large numbers of elemental life forms were melted by the blood. The scene was much more terrifying than the evaporation of Matthew's blood!
"No wonder I didn't see the four elemental elders. It turns out he had already prepared to sacrifice everything!"

"No, if the others were still here, he could just sacrifice their lives. Unfortunately, everyone has fled now, so he can only sacrifice his own people..."

"Will this guy sacrifice himself?"

A bold idea popped into Matthew's mind.

pity.

Then reality disappointed Matthew.

The blood storm slowly dissipated and turned into a translucent dark red cyclone.

The edge of the cyclone was scattered with various dark red crystals like flowers from heaven.

Under the cyclone.

Little Ingram wrapped himself tightly in a spiritual shroud, even his head was wrapped inside it, and he didn't dare to stick his head out until the cyclone gradually stabilized.

And right above him.

A towering blood angel is suddenly taking shape!

What Matthew didn't expect was.

The Blood Angel is even taller than Patrolman Uken!
The storm and cyclone he had just glimpsed turned out to be just a thigh of Ulmasi!
He himself is actually taller than the Magic Tower!
There are three pairs of huge, dark red wings on Ulmas's back. He wears a dark red visor on his face, and his chest and leg armor are red and black.

In his right hand he held a pitch-black lightsaber, in his left hand he held a short conical spike, and around his waist hung a barbed iron chain with a huge ball tied to the end of the chain.

Besides.

He also carries a variety of weapons in addition to the weapon belts on his back and legs.

Although these weapons, like the Blood Angels themselves, are most likely special projections of the Astral Body and are not physical, their appearance is still intimidating enough!
What Matthew didn't expect was that -

"Ulmath is also LV25?!"

"Grass!"

"It's all hanging on the wall, there's nothing to play with..."

Matthew reacted quickly and realized that there might be some special laws in the ancient city of Krafa that could allow people who are strong enough to break through the ceiling of the plane restrictions and reach a stronger level!

"Son of the Fallen, why won't you rest in peace?"

The Blood Angel Urmas took the lead in the attack.

He used a difficult language, but somehow, Matthew could understand it!
What's even more unexpected is.

The seemingly confused patrolman Wuken also responded, but this time he used the troll language:
"Didn't the angel who was supposed to decay come back to life?"

Ulmaz's tone was solemn and full of an unquestionable sense of mission:
"I have been called by the Kingdom of God and have returned to the earth in compliance with the oracle."

"The Dark Ancient God will be resurrected in my body. I am honored to serve him on his path to rebirth."

Wu Ken said coldly:
"The Ancient God of Darkness does not exist in this world."

"Light and darkness are just the incarnations of the god Puer!"

While talking.

He suddenly took a step forward, hugged the Magic Tower with his moss-covered hands, and then pulled it upwards with all his strength.

Rumble!
Wu Ken pulled up the magic tower from its original position, then silently chanted a spell, and a large amount of mud and wood immediately peeled off from the surface of the entire magic tower.

Gradually.

The shape of the tower changed.

It was held in Wuken's hand, and it looked like a huge mace!
There is a strange bulge on the top of the mace, and on it is an iron ball with countless spikes!
Matthew's eyelids twitched.

This shape...

boom!
Before he finished his thought, two super-limit-level monsters were already fighting fiercely.

The first collision between them triggered a larger earthquake and a terrifying shock wave.

Matthew was knocked far away by the shock wave. Although he was not seriously injured, he was no longer willing to get close to the battle area.

"Let's see if we can find Paradise Lost as soon as possible. If we find it, we'll run away!"

Matthew continued to search the surrounding area.

Affected by the war.

The number of vengeful spirits on the street was much less, so Matthew was able to stroll leisurely.

Yet he turned several times.

There was no trace of the little boy ever found.

This made Matthew a little frustrated.

He estimated the time.

It was about forty minutes before dawn. Near the Magic Tower, two Super Supremes were fighting fiercely, and they seemed to be ready to completely destroy the area.

According to the current trend.

There will be no result before dawn.

"Why don't we take this opportunity to re-check the buildings that are targeted by those suspicious elemental markers?"

This thought just occurred to Matthew.

A tall figure suddenly flashed in front of me.

Judging from its size, you can tell it is a troll!
"Anne Salwens?"

Matthew's heart moved, and he immediately followed.

She seemed to be tracking someone.

Soon.

Matthew came up behind her, and then a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

Not far away, there was the little boy who was holding a book and reading seriously!

At this time, Anne also noticed Matthew's approach.

She first showed her instinctive defense, and then her expression became a little complicated, but in the end, she did not make any unfriendly movements, but just whispered:
"I followed him all the way, but I couldn't get close to him."

Matthew only realized it then.

There is an impenetrable barrier around the little boy.

This barrier completely separates his existence from the surrounding space. No wonder in his perception, the other party does not exist at all.

Matthew walked around the barrier.

No way to get in was found.

Anne spread her hands towards him.

At this moment.

The little boy suddenly said slowly:
"Why don't you try to find the door?"

"You know, anywhere that's not easy to get into, there's always a door."

Anne was immediately surprised when she heard this.

Matthew also received new information on his data column.

……

"Hint: Find the door of thinking and you can enter the "pure land outside of paradise"."

……

So this space is called Outside Paradise?

Then the little boy’s identity can almost be confirmed!

Anne next to her had already begun looking around, carefully searching for any trace of a door.

However, Matthew hesitated for a moment, then drew out the killing sword from behind!
In the surprised eyes of the little boy.

Matthew held the sword of killing in his hand and stabbed it into the barrier!
Click, click, click!

With a sound like glass breaking, Matthew thrust the sword of killing all the way in, and then forcibly cut a door in the barrier!

next second.

He noticed a gap in front of him and stepped in.

Anne stood there in a daze for several seconds.

I hurriedly followed him in.

The little boy put down his book and looked a little angry:

"Why did you stab me for no reason?"

"Do you know what the door of speculation is? It is the door of the mind that can only be opened through wisdom and thinking!"

"Have you thought about it? You just stabbed randomly?"

Matthew weighed the sword in his hand, then blinked:

“That’s what I think.”

He was quite satisfied with the effectiveness of the Sword of Slaughter in breaking the barrier.

The little boy looked speechless.

But in the end.

He still sat down slowly.

"Even if you use brute force to get past the first level that tests your wisdom, if your next answer doesn't satisfy me, it will be difficult for you to get what you want."

He continued to read with his head down.

As if asking casually:
"Why do all living things always kill each other?"

Matthew did not answer directly, but asked back:
"To answer your question, what does it represent?"

The little boy thought about it:

"It doesn't mean anything, but if you want to be the master of Paradise Lost, you have to let me know what kind of people you are."

It really is Paradise Lost!

Hearing this, Anne immediately stepped forward, her tone somewhat excited:
"I am a descendant of the Salvens family..."

The little boy said speechlessly:
"I just want to know what kind of people you are. I'm not interested in what kind of people your ancestors were."

Anne was stunned for a moment.

She seemed a little overwhelmed by the situation.

The little boy's attitude towards her was quite gentle:

"If you haven't thought it through, go to the side and think about it."

"Think it over and tell me the answer in your mind."

Subsequently.

He looked at Matthew as if expecting something.

Matthew pondered:
"This question is too broad and the reasons are naturally diverse."

"Killing itself is the main theme of life. The law of the jungle is that the strong prey on the weak. Even intelligent creatures are not much better than ordinary animals in this regard."

"From this perspective, cannibalism is a necessity for survival."

“Even within a stable intelligent population, conflicts can arise over resources, dignity, power, and other factors.

There are always people who want to be superior to others, and there are always people who stand up and resist.

Those who resist may not always succeed, and those who bully may not always last long.

Bullying and resistance are probably instincts engraved in the blood of many intelligent species.

With these, there will be disputes and conflicts.

And in this world.

The most permanent way to resolve disputes and conflicts is killing and death."

"From this perspective, cannibalism is a necessity of life."

The little boy blinked:
"From the way you describe it, it seems that most intelligent species are born with the original sin of loving bullying and fighting."

Matthew replied:

“I don’t like the word original sin.”

“I prefer to call it limitations.”

"Everyone has their own limitations, including intelligent species and even, I think, gods."

"Do you think there are gods in this world who can transcend their own limitations?"

The little boy was stunned for a moment:
"I do not know."

"Also, I don't like people asking me questions, especially questions I can't answer."

Matthew nodded:

"So what's the second question?"

The little boy subconsciously wanted to answer, and then a trace of annoyance appeared on his face:
"You're asking questions again!"

Matthew spread his hands.

He suddenly felt that the little boy was quite cute. Although he looked mysterious and old, after getting to know him, he discovered that his mind was not as mature as Matthew had imagined.

"The second question is, if you become a god, how would you constrain your followers and enlighten the world?"

The little boy asked angrily.

Matthew thought for a moment:
"They will have enough food and clothing, and live and work in peace and contentment."

The little boy asked:
"and then?"

Matthew answered:
“Give them something to aspire to.”

The little boy continued to ask:
"What happens next?"

Matthew continued:

“Make them achieve something.”

The little boy persevered:
"anything else?"

Matthew shook his head and said:
"Let's complete these goals first."

The little boy was stunned again.

He asked in disbelief:

"Don't you have a trendier slogan or a clearer doctrine?"

"If all else fails, there must be some great plans or grand ideals, right?"

Matthew calmly replied:

"Of course you can have ideals, but I don't think they are very useful to me."

“Everyone who tries to win people’s hearts can talk about ideals.”

“But not every ideal is meaningful.”

"To be more precise, unattainable ideals may be meaningful to some individuals, but for most groups, pure ideals may be harmful."

"Like I said before, every individual has their limitations, and so does every species."

"You can't expect the immortals to understand the urgency of the race against time, nor can you expect the short-lived to understand the plans that will take hundreds of years."

"You can't expect the elves who have lived in the mountains for a long time to realize the vastness of the sea, nor can you expect the cloud dragons who have lived in the clouds to imagine the darkness and crampedness of the center of the earth."

"To take it to the extreme, just talking about ideals is like forcing a person on the verge of starvation to appreciate poetry and painting, or forcing a bedridden person to go for a long-distance run or hike."

"So my personal view is that any generalizations that appear to be positive are harmful."

“If I want to gain recognition from others, I prefer visible help rather than empty talk.”

"As for how it will turn out in the end, I don't know. I can only take it one step at a time."

These words came from Matthew's heart.

He is an extreme pragmatist. He will use anything that is useful and throw away anything that is not useful. He doesn't follow so many rules and regulations.

The little boy was even more speechless after hearing this:
"You sound like a nanny for all living things, not a high and mighty god."

Matthew smiled and said:
“I never thought about becoming a god.”

The little boy said anxiously:

"Then why did you come to me?"

Matthew said strangely:
"Who says you have to become a god to find Paradise Lost?"

"I just wanted to come and see it."

The little boy scratched his head, unable to refute.

the end.

He closed the book in a rather sloppy manner:
"Never mind, one last question."

"I observe that your realm has life and oak trees, and is about to move toward the realm of nature."

"What I want to know is your opinion on the natural realm."

"Or you can answer a simple question: forest or tall building, which one do you choose?"

Matthew answered without hesitation:
“High-rise.”

The little boy didn't look weird this time.

He just asked:
“So, you’re a neo-naturalist who advocates change?”

Matthew shook his head and said:
“I don’t understand the jargon.”

"My understanding of nature is also very simple. Nature should not be narrow-minded, but should be full of tolerance."

“In the primitive jungle, it was natural for the first humans to eat raw meat and drink blood;
After having fire and stone, we built houses and homes, and the pastoral idyll was natural.

Later, as development progressed, cities and industries emerged, did all this cease to be natural? "

The little boy frowned and said:

“But the whole world will gradually become chaotic and corrupt in this change.”

"This is true of any world with intelligent life."

“From the beginning when a hundred flowers bloomed in full bloom to the later gradual monotony, even if you think that nature in a broad sense is correct, nature is also withering step by step.”

"If we cannot maintain pristine nature, the world will be destroyed sooner or later."

Matthew smiled and said:
"It's still my previous point of view. What does a world destroyed ten thousand years ago have to do with people today?"

"What's more, there will always be rebirth after war, and flowers can bloom even on ruins."

"How do you know that the end of the world won't bring a new beginning?"

“The meaning and power of life lies in bursting out and expressing itself.

In this process.

There will inevitably be conflict, struggle, and even death, but this does not affect the splendor of life.”

“I think the world is probably the same.”

The little boy sighed deeply:

"I thought you would have some insightful opinions, but I didn't expect that your opinions are no different from those of the people a thousand years ago."

"Humanity is still as stupid as ever."

"But you guys are able to master the power of becoming a god..."

Subsequently.

He no longer paid attention to Matthew, but looked at Anne who was standing beside him:

"Have you thought about the questions just now?"

Anne stammered for a moment.

She seemed unprepared for all this and didn't have any particularly deep feelings about it, so as she was talking, she suddenly stopped.

the end.

In the little boy's puzzled eyes.

Anne Salvens thought quickly and pointed at Matthew and said:
"I……"

"I'm just like him!"

“Same answer.”

The little boy couldn't remember how many times he had been in a daze.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself:
"Have the qualities of those who are competing for the title of Ancient God been so low?"

"Will the average intelligence of the intelligent species of Eindor degenerate to the primitive era?"

Anne was suddenly filled with shame.

As a troll princess, her education mainly focused on combat and strategy, and there was indeed no content on this area.

Let her answer this question.

For a moment, I really had no idea what to do.

"I hope you can give me some more decent thinking results next time we meet."

The little boy spoke to Annie earnestly.

Subsequently.

He looked at Matthew reluctantly:

"You passed."

"Keep it, this is the first ticket. Although you don't look like a reliable owner, you are still better than a big-breasted and brainless troll..."

In Anne's ashamed and angry eyes.

A golden ticket flew into Matthew's hands.

……

"Golden Ticket to Paradise Lost:
With this ticket, you will be eligible to be the first to enter the Lost Paradise after it is officially opened. You will be the first to choose authority and priesthood, and you will have the opportunity to become the master of the Lost Paradise. "

……

The little boy and Pure Land disappeared in an instant.

next moment.

Matthew, who had just grabbed the ticket, suddenly felt a huge pressure!
Because at the same time.

The two super-powerful warriors who were still fighting in the distance suddenly stopped at the same time and cast their cold gazes at Matthew!
……

(End of this chapter)