Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

"Correct."

"It's Sepaiokas. You can tell Weilin the most basic things and let him build a concept."

Hearing this, Kyle raised his head and looked at his master's rare eyes full of curiosity. He slowly said, "According to the information recorded in the Angel's Heart, Sepajokas was once a follower of the first generation of the God of Magic. After his death, the Sepajokas clan resented the gods and the world, and wanted to create a hole in the shadow world to lead into the real abyss. Later, the world consciousness noticed it, and the ancient god of fate took action to imprison this clan in a ring, which is also called the Ring of Truth, or the Ring of Destiny."

“No matter what means you use, as long as you can eliminate the Sepajokas in the circle, you will gain once… once…”

Weilin, who was hearing the critical moment, couldn't help but look at Kyle, but found that he had a helpless look on his face.

"My Lord, I cannot tell you what happened next. You will only know what happened after Master Odor kills all the Sepajokas in the circle."

Seeing this, Weilin nodded to show that he understood.

He now understood why his uncle said that just now. Some taboos could not be spoken out loud. Just taking a few sentences with the same background, he really couldn't understand them.

While chatting, the ring and the shadow pulled him back after several attempts.

The screams gradually weakened and eventually disappeared.

At this point, Weilin had a feeling that this time it should be over.

Reading what Weilin was thinking from his eyes, Odor shook his head and said with a smile: "Now we have only killed the souls of the Sepajokas. Next is their will, and then their concept of existence. Only then can we completely destroy them."

Hearing his uncle's words, Weilin said in surprise: "What a hassle!"

"After you get rid of the Sepajokas in the Ring of Truth and receive the gift, you won't feel bothered anymore."

Hearing this, Weilin couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation.

A few minutes later, Odor took out a piece of paper, wrote in secret that Sepaiokas was guilty, and then covered the ring with it.

"Uncle, your method can..."

Before Weilin could finish his words, the paper covering the ring disappeared in an instant, and an illusory head emerged from the ring, continuously impacting the barrier of the Ring of Truth, staring at Odor with hostility, as if wishing to tear him into pieces.

Odor looked at the illusory head indifferently, silently reciting an unknown language, which turned into a spear of light and hit the opponent's consciousness directly.

"*****"

"***"

Weilin looked at his uncle, then at the head that had become transparent. Although he didn't know what he was saying, he knew it was definitely not good.

It's a pity that I know that language is of no use in this situation, otherwise I would really like to know what this creature from the Sepajokas clan in front of me is saying.

Amid the curses, the phantom head gradually dissipated, indicating that the consciousness was killed.

Watching this scene, Weilin stared at his uncle, waiting for his next move.

"Watch what I'm doing."

"Isn't it going to kill——"

"Forehead."

Weilin suddenly remembered that killing the sense of existence was not a trace of his existence?

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the other creatures who knew about this Sepaiokas have long since disappeared from the world.

It can be said that his concept no longer exists, and so the question of whether to kill or not no longer exists.

Odor looked at Weilin and said with a half-smile: "It seems that you are not stupid. You reacted so quickly."

Facing his uncle's teasing, Weilin remained calm and said calmly, "Uncle, let's start the next step."

Seeing that the boy didn't respond, Odor lost his intention to tease him. He took off the ring, put the disc away, and muttered to himself.

In an instant, a halo appeared behind Odor.

Weilin looked up and was attracted by the mysterious patterns on the halo, his eyes a little dazed.

In a few breaths, the halo shrank and flew above the ring, emitting a golden light that enveloped the Ring of Truth.

In the beam of light, the ring gradually disintegrated and turned into starlight, surrounding Odor.

Weilin curiously reached out his hand to touch the starlight, and passed through it without any surprise.

A few minutes later, when the ring completely disintegrated in the golden light, the halo flew above Odor's head, pulling the starlight to rotate rapidly.

In less than a moment, Weilin saw a gate of light appear under his uncle's feet and slowly swallowed him.

Before they had time to think about it, they saw a powerful suction force coming and sucking the two of them in.

Inside the streamer tunnel, Weilin looked at the images flying by. There were countless figures in it, some were soldiers, some were mages, some were adventurers, and some were travelers...

These people with different identities have one thing in common: they are all writing a book.

He slightly adjusted his flying posture and looked back, only to see Kyle staring at the images in the light channel, his fingertips constantly shining with light, and he was recording these images in his mind.

After seeing this scene, Weilin turned around silently, folded his arms across his chest, leaned back slightly, and waited patiently.

As long as you can't see it, you won't know what Kyle is doing.

After an unknown amount of time, the passage appeared before our eyes.

Light emerged, gravity returned, and Weilin landed steadily on the ground.

When the light faded, Weilin looked around and found that there was a huge tree in front of him. Judging from the distance, it was at least tens of thousands of kilometers away from where he was standing.

Pointing at the towering tree in the distance, Weilin turned to look at Odor and asked, "Uncle, what is that tree?"

“The embodiment of truth.”

"Isn't it said that truth has no specific form?" Weilin asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"You see a tree, but I see a halo."

Having said that, Odor turned and looked at Kyle.

Seeing this, Kyle said, "What I saw was..."

"What is it?" Weilin asked anxiously.

Seeing the undisguised curiosity on his master's face, Kyle took a deep breath and replied, "It's a beam of light."

"Forehead"

Hearing Kyle's words, Weilin was stunned for a moment.

A ray of light, what truth is personified.

With a puzzled look on his face, Weilin turned to look at his uncle, waiting for his answer.

"Don't look at me. I don't know either." Odor spread his hands and said to Weilin.

"Uncle, there is something you don't know?"

Weilin's eyes were full of suspicion. He felt that his uncle must be lying.

"You kid, if you say you don't know, then you don't know. If you keep looking at me like that, I might go wrong in my meditation one day and need to rest for ten or eight years."

Hearing her uncle's threat, Weilin Shanshan smiled and said, "Uncle, don't be angry."

Hearing this, Odor couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.