Hyperdimensional Warlock

Chapter 792 Questions and Answers

But at this moment, the mottled and complicated memory fragments were frozen into a picture.

It was a pitch-black cave, his thin body lay on the ground, he closed his lifeless eyes, and his life was frozen.His corpse slowly swelled, deteriorated, decayed, and finally became a skeleton.

Pale and gloomy skeleton.

"I'm Turas, but I seem to be... dead?" When Turas understood this information, he suddenly opened his eyes.

After he opened his eyes, more information came in all at once.

The unwillingness, resentment and obsession with leaving after death made him crazy.Then wandering on the small dead island, year after year.During this period, many people entered the island, and many people were killed by him.

Every time after killing a living person, he would return to his burial ground to sleep, waiting for the next living person to enter.As if he had become the scavenger of this small island, he got rid of all the dazzling existences in his eyes.

Until I don't know how many years later, he saw a living person again. That living person was so powerful that he seemed to be wiped out by that living person in the end.

"Hey, that's not right. If I was wiped out, why do I still exist now?" Turas was thinking about this question, not even noticing the changes in the surrounding environment.

"But, I was obviously killed by that weird gun?" Turas has so far not been able to tell whether he is an undead or a soul.

When he was doubting himself, a voice suddenly entered Turas' ears.

"woke up?"

This is a clear and light voice, with a long and elegant ending, which sounds very pleasant to the ear.

Huh, pleasant to hear?
Turas was taken aback suddenly, what a beautiful word, why did he suddenly use this word to describe this voice?

Ever since he was trapped in that dark, dead, desperate situation, all the emotions he could perceive were negative, such as darkness, fear, helplessness, madness, and killing and death. These melodies have been lingering in his memory in fragments.

Let him sink and degenerate in darkness.

He never thought that one day he would suddenly be delighted by the melody?This is a very small and subtle joy that ordinary people may not notice, but Turas, who has never felt positive emotions for thousands of years, has sensitively captured the changes in his heart.

How long has he not felt this kind of happiness?

At this moment, Turas found that he seemed to feel the light.

I miss it so much.As if reunited with a friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time, Turas felt bursts of joy in his heart and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you happy about?" Angel was the one who spoke, and he could perceive all the subtle movements of Turas with his mental power, so he knew that Turas' smile was naturally brimming with happiness.

Are you happy because you are new?

"Your voice is very pleasant and makes me feel very happy." Turas narrowed his eyes with a smile, not caring where the voice came from or who was talking, what he cared about was the man who hadn't been drenched in rain for a long time. The dry consciousness is slowly glowing with new life.

"Thank you for your compliment." Angel said softly, his eyes still fixed on Turas.

The laughing Turas had an even baby face.

He is as handsome as a girl next door. If he had long hair in his helmet and changed into a woman's attire, Angel reckoned that Turas should be able to seduce the hearts of many young people who are just about to move.

"Although I can't feel your joy, if your happy mood passes, don't you mind sharing your story with me?" Angel asked again.

Turas smiled more happily, and said vaguely: "Your voice conforms to my voice aesthetics. Therefore, I can agree to your request."

With Turas' approval, Angel did not force him to confess immediately, but waited politely for a while.

It wasn't until Turas's smile faded away that Angel asked, "Are you Turas?"

"I'm."

Angel: "Since you woke up, haven't you been wondering who I am?"

Turas: "I know who you are, are you the wizard who killed me?"

"Kill you, do you think so? Do you think you are dead?" Angor continued to ask, wanting to see if there is any deviation in Turas's memory essence and thinking ability.

Turas thought for a moment: "I don't know, but I think you killed me, the me who wasn't like me."

"You who are not like you?" Angel smiled and said, "You mean, you are full of anger? But, I remember your nickname is the king of violence."

"That's right, what you killed was the self that I hated, the self that I couldn't control. Speaking of which, I should also thank you for making him disappear from my mind. As for the king of violence, it is just a being The treacherous nobles I snatched, a rhetoric that was deliberately spread to the outside world, I don’t know why it has been used..."

"However, I really like the title of King of Violence, it fits my naming aesthetics very well."

From Turas' conversation, Angel basically confirmed one point.Turas's memory and thinking should have recovered, not only remembering the events of his life, but also the events of the undead.

It seems that the effect of the prelude to reincarnation is really as Sanders speculated at the beginning, the six white light bullets can only be used on one undead, and the final effect is to return the undead to the soul state.

Angel immediately took out the notebook and quickly recorded the results of the experimental subject.

While recording, Angel did not forget to tell Tulaskop something: "After ordinary people die, there is a certain chance of birthing a soul. If the soul is not interfered by external forces, and there is great resentment or obsession before death, there is a chance Falling into an undead, the body of the undead is almost full of negative energy..."

After Angor finished his research, Turas said in a daze: "It turns out that I was in the state of undead before, but now I have become a state of soul again?"

"That's right, those six bullets that allow you to return your soul are probably the only ones in the wizarding world, and they are extremely precious. Therefore, it is your luck that you can return to the real world."

After hearing this, Turas suddenly realized.No wonder he felt happy emotions before, because he is no longer an undead!

"Although you are now in the state of a soul, if you continue to be in contact with negative emotions and power for a long time, there is still a possibility of degeneration. Therefore, I suggest you not to be obsessed with obsession. If you degenerate into an undead again, my bullets will be in vain Alright." Angle paused: "Of course, I'm just suggesting, you can do whatever you want."

No matter how depraved it is, new data can be added to the experiment.Therefore, Angor doesn't mind whether Turas will fall again, but before falling, at least he must explain clearly about the island.

"I'm very relaxed now, I don't want to go back to the time of madness..." Turas said in fear, suppressed for a thousand years, he understands the value of tranquility at this moment.

"By the way, Master Wizard, are we still on that dead island?" Turas suddenly asked.

Angel noticed that when Turas said this, there was a flash of anxiety in his eyes.He shook his head: "No, I brought you out."

When he heard that he had left the cage, Turas's expression froze, a string in his heart snapped and broke, as if a clear sky appeared above his head, and a heavy stone in his heart suddenly shattered.

really left?really left!
Whether it is the obsession of the dead, or the wish of the soul, it is to leave the cage that fettered him!Now that he really left, although Turas didn't show it on the surface, he was already so excited inside.

It took a long time for Turas to calm down.

Now that he has left that prison, where will he go next?Turas knew that all of this might have to be decided by the wizard.

He looked at the surrounding environment, trying to determine where he was, and was talking to the wizard outside.

Here is a small room with empty walls, except for a colorful window that looks like a church, there is nothing.

Turas tentatively walked to the window. When he looked out through the colored window paper, he took a few steps back in the next second.

He couldn't see anything else outside, only the raging flames.

"Could it be that I have come to the abyss of flames now?" Turas exclaimed.

Angel glanced at the miniature church in his hand, then at the burning stove beside him, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

With a wave of his hand, he arranged an illusion in Turas's room just like Frod's, with a bed, a seat, and a book, and even put "The Sound of the Tide in the Night" in a wicked way on the conspicuous desk superior.

Turas looked at the suddenly changing room around him with surprise on his face.He walked around the room, and finally chose to sit cross-legged on the bed: "It's been a long time since I slept on such a soft bed. It fits my furniture aesthetics very well. It's just that I don't like to face the front of the bed outside the mirror."

Angel: "..."

Sound has aesthetics, naming has aesthetics, and even furniture has aesthetics?Angel suddenly felt that the painting style of Turas in front of him seemed to be getting more and more biased. Sure enough, the novels of novelists were not credible. Let the mighty image in "The Sound of the Tide in the Night" be gone with the wind.

"This room will be yours from now on. You can arrange it however you like," Angel said.

Turas nodded, and then he said seriously: "Master Wizard, you spent precious bullets to turn me back into a soul, and brought me out of that dead island, can you tell me why?"

"There are two reasons. First, I hope you can answer some questions for me. Second, you are my experimental sample now, so I have to take it with me." When Angel mentioned the experimental sample, he deliberately observed Turas. Looking at his expression, he was a little surprised to find that there was nothing unusual about his expression.

"Aren't you afraid?" Angel raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Master Wizard has worked so hard to bring me back from the undead to my soul, so I guess he won't take so much trouble to get me back? Besides, I'm already dead, so it doesn't matter if I'm afraid or not." Turas panned Sitting on the bed, he spread his hands and shrugged.

"It seems that you have accepted your fate."

"I can't accept my fate, I can't do the wizard." Turas said helplessly.

"Not necessarily, you should have the memory of the dead, right? At the beginning, you killed a wizard apprentice of Baibei Shipping Company."

Turas recalled for a moment, but had no memory of anything.Because his memory when he was an undead was very chaotic, he killed too many people, as long as the outside world entered the ship, he would go to slaughter, and he didn't care who was who.

"Is there? I can't remember. But even if there is, I found that I could teleport when I was undead. I might have killed a wizard apprentice who was not very good at that time... Now I have become a soul and cannot teleport. , so how could it be possible to defeat the wizard.”

Angel wondered, "You can't teleport in space now? Isn't teleportation in space your natural talent?"

(End of this chapter)