Alien Knights

Give up your human form?

Todd regained his human form and looked at the two people in front of him: Can I understand it as giving up becoming a human being?

Meredith nodded: If you want to continue using the tyrant's ability, you will inevitably enter the second form of the tyrant in the end, which is equivalent to giving up your human identity.

Then what is the training you mentioned?

The premise of supporting the second form of the tyrant is that in addition to physical changes, there is also the enhancement of mental power. Only through repeated training can one obtain the mental power that matches the tyrant's form and be able to use this ability flexibly. The Cu Chulainn you have seen before used training to obtain the necessary mental power for the tyrant's form, and supported him to transform into the second form of the tyrant.

Todd turned his attention to Meredith: So, Cu Chulainn chose the second way, he was determined to give up the human body and retain the form of a tyrant.

The latter nodded and said: Yes, but the problem is that he has only been here for a year, and the training is far from complete. His spirit still cannot support the second form of the tyrant for a long time. Before long, his spirit will still have problems. Todd, if you need my advice, then I recommend that you choose the first path like me, try to abandon the tyrant's ability, and maintain the human form.

Todd sat cross-legged on the spot, looking at his human body, without saying a word.

Scathach suddenly said at this time: The power of choice is in your hands. Whether you choose a stable existence or a dangerous power, everything is in your mind.

After being silent for a long time, Todd raised his head and looked at Scathach: I have some things to do. Before I finish these things, I can't hide and enjoy a comfortable life. It's like the cicada has been hiding in the soil for seven years. Knowing that it only has a lifespan of one week after breaking out of the ground, it can only climb up the branches without hesitation.

Meredith was a little anxious: Todd, I understand you. You are not an ambitious man who yearns for power. The power of a tyrant is not necessary for you.

No, that's not the case. The power of a tyrant is very important to me. As you all know, I am the king of Muxi City, but when I first arrived in that land, there was nothing but sand and gravel. Todd laughed at himself as he said, At the beginning, there were only forty-one people who followed me. The land under my feet was not even a village at best. As for my people, what impressed me the most was that a family went fishing fishermen, their families are so embarrassed that they can’t even make up a complete set of clothes.”

Scathach and Meredith did not speak, listening to Todd's statement quietly.

At that time, when I was not a king, I kept thinking, why should I stay in such a ghostly place? With my own ability, I have the means to live a better life alone. These people are not my family, nor are they my friends. Why should I take the responsibility of surviving these people on my shoulders?

Meredith said softly, But you didn't leave these people behind.

Todd smiled and shook his head: Yes, no, I was swayed by an inner force, which drove me to stay, and made me try my best to establish a rich and free country on that barren land. My friends call this emotion responsibility, and my enemies call it stupidity. However, no matter what my purpose is, there is a fact that cannot be ignored, that is, in the near future, this kingdom will usher in a fierce battle, a war that is likely to lose everything...

The palaces built by the craftsmen will be reduced to ruins under the enemy's artillery fire, and the world-renowned gardens praised by the poets will be reduced to ashes in the skyrocketing fire. Those people who have just experienced freedom and happiness will mourn as slaves under the enemy's iron hooves.

Whenever I think about everything that might happen, I think that I will see my efforts ruined. As a king, as the pioneer who created this kingdom, all I can do is to do my best to protect everything in front of me, even if the price is that I give up my human body.

Meredith shook her head vigorously: Todd, maybe you still don't understand the seriousness of the matter. Once you accept the power of the tyrant and enter the second form, your appearance will always become a monster, and the subjects of the kingdom may not be able to accept your existence. This is tantamount to being exiled from Muxi Kingdom forever.

Todd stood up from where he was, and said calmly: Power has many uses. It can be used to realize one's own desires or to protect one's beliefs. If I can use this power to defeat the enemies of the kingdom and keep everything that is hard-won, what's the point of being exiled?

Scathach paced slowly, and walked in front of Todd: Abandoning the human form and stepping into the realm of demigods, have you finally made up your mind?

Todd sighed softly, his eyes firm: Yes, I have chosen my own path.

Scathach raised a hand and placed it on top of Todd's head, who suddenly felt a dull pain in his brain.

In terms of spiritual power, you have an excellent talent. Scathach withdrew his palm and said in surprise: I am shocked by the power displayed by your soul. Have you never received training in spiritual power in the past?

Todd shook his head, but secretly thought in his heart, could it be that his powerful mental power is related to the ability of soul link?

I can feel that your soul has a vast space and surging power. Skaha looked into Todd's eyes: You may be one of the individuals with the most powerful soul among all human beings I have ever seen.

Todd asked: Does this mean that I will enter the second form of the tyrant and my soul will not collapse.

No, that's not enough. Scathach pointed to Todd's forehead, and said slowly: If you want to keep your soul from collapsing after entering the second form of the tyrant, it's not enough just to have strong mental power. You must also learn how to use this power.

You mean I still need training?

That's right, but with strong mental strength, at least your training will be easier than others.

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The Papal State, the capital city of Tyro, the First Inquisition, and the underground interrogation room.

The leather whip bound with metal barbs exploded with a loud noise in the air, and then hit the victim hard on the back. When the whip turned over, a layer of bloody skin was torn apart by the whip tip, exposing the human muscle tissue beneath which the blood was slowly bubbling.

Tristan, who was tied to the cross, opened his eyes and let out a painful growl.

Say! When Terrence and his students escaped, how did Cardinal Aborough instruct you?! The executioner raised Tristan's bloody head with a whip and shouted loudly.

Tristan glanced at the guy in front of him with his bloodshot eyes, and whispered, I did everything.

Annoyed, the executioner put down his whip, took out a red-hot iron from the hot fire pit, and stabbed Tristan's chest forcefully.

Accompanied by heart-piercing screams and an unpleasant smell of scorched flesh, the executioner grabbed Tristan's hair and roared again: Why did Abel's seal be stamped on the letter of Terrence's escape from the city gate?! Is he the mastermind of this escape case?!

Tristan's face was pale, and the great pain made his body curl up like a cooked shrimp.

He looked at the little sunlight cast by the skylight of the execution room with his dull eyes, and said softly: I stole the seal of Lord Abel...

Outside the locked iron door, Jacob, who was sitting on a chair, was ashen-faced and trembling with anger.

He yelled at the subordinates beside him: Why? Why is that bastard still refusing to confess?!

One of his subordinates, hearing the screams coming from the torture chamber, said to Jacob with some anxiety: My lord, more and more people in the church are starting to voice their opposition to Tristan's matter.

Jacob glared at his subordinates: An objection?

They say that Tristan has not been excommunicated, and should not have been treated as such; and they say that the Inquisition's actions in this matter committed ultra vires...

Enough! Jacob stood up angrily, and shouted in a low voice, Tristan and his master Abel are both apostates! They deserve to be severely punished! The Heresy Inquisition handles this case. It is the order of Pope Alexander himself. If there is any dissatisfaction, let them go to the Pope!

yes……

Jacob looked back at the iron door of the torture room, and said angrily to his subordinates: Tell that idiot who is tortured inside! I don't care what method he uses, but I must get the indictment against Abel from that guy!

But Tristan has a hard mouth, I'm afraid...

Trash! Pig! No matter how hard a person's mouth is, can it be harder than steel?! Pull out his teeth one by one with pliers! If it doesn't work, then pull out his nails! If not, chop off his fingers!