Fate gave guidance. But for those who have eaten ready-made meals, this guidance is not enough. Fortunately, Hei Luobo has also personally experienced the true emptiness, loneliness and coldness of existence. From entering a single universe to entering a usable body, the long process between the two represented a long torment, and he did not feel particularly painful and survived. The night fell, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and the dark clouds rolled. In the ruins of the barren mountains, the occasional roar of wild beasts came with the wind, adding to the eerieness. The slightly wet firewood was crackling, the smoke was a little big, and the campfire was swaying, shining on the faces of the people sitting by the campfire, changing light and dark, just like the human heart affected by emotions. 【At this point, I hope readers will remember our domain name Taiwan Novel Network →𝘁𝘄𝗸𝗮𝗻.𝗰𝗼𝗺】 "Victor, I'm afraid Robert will hardly survive tonight. Let's give him a quick death before he transforms." The unshaven thirty-year-old man said this with a lack of confidence, his eyes were light and dodging, and he was unwilling to look directly at him. "Stop talking nonsense. Hundreds of people who were injected with magic potions have exploded, and those who have transformed have transformed. Only Robert has held on until now, and he has the best hope of making it through." "But..."
The man called Victor interrupted rudely: "No buts, if Robert really wants to transform, I will take over!" The thirty-year-old man stopped talking and reached out to fiddle with the campfire. After a while, the snow water boiled in the broken pot on the fire, and the dried meat, dried vegetables, and biscuits were put in, sprinkled with salt and added some oil, and this was a hot meal. At this moment, Rob opened his eyes. This Rob is no longer the native Rob, but the Black Rob who came across the void. Although he has the support of the old branch technology, some mysterious concepts are still not fully understood by him now. For example, the causal relationship between ‘Rob’ and ‘Robo’ is not a high-level life form like a god, and it cannot be related to the concept of ‘real name’, but there is a reason in the dark. This statement makes Black Rob more willing to let it go. Although he does not know the hidden logic behind it, he at least knows that this choice has more advantages than disadvantages. “Rob, you wake up, this is really great!” The one who expressed surprise in time and sincerely was Dick, a thirty-year-old man who just suggested to take advantage of the absence of magic to kill his brother with a knife and send him off. On the contrary, Victor, who had previously expressed that he would take the risk, looked indifferent and did not say anything to comfort him. Rob rubbed his face hard and said hoarsely: "I feel terrible and my memory is confused. Can you tell me what happened?" "Don't worry about it. Come on, eat something first. You haven't eaten for a long time. You are a superhuman. Ordinary people would starve to death. Eat slowly and drink more soup, otherwise your stomach can't stand it..." Robo didn't want to play this scene, but he was exiled this time, and his condition was much worse than when he was exiled by the gods in the dark world. The main reason is that his soul is incomplete. It was only after swallowing the residual soul of this native Rob that it was barely completed. It is not suitable for more intense operations in a short period of time, such as major changes to this body. The more core soul must be dealt with first, so it is just a pretense. Next, Dick talked about the recent things. Robbo compared the remaining memories of the original owner, and his identity and status became clear. This aspect is actually not new, and there are even many similarities with the dark world where the soul first crossed. It feels very appropriate to describe it with the phrase "happiness is always similar, but misfortune is different." The end of the Dharma era, the last rays of light, the chaos of demons, natural disasters and man-made disasters.
These are almost the background of the times in this world. Under this trend, looking around, there are people struggling to survive, or hysterical and gradually crazy. The small group he belongs to just escaped from the capital not long ago. No one had thought that the magnificent royal city was actually sitting on the abyss, and its underground Senluo Demon Realm was the home of the devil. The original owner fell because of this and was caught as a guinea pig. It was only because of the big event that he was rescued by his own brothers. Now, he is notorious, the future is uncertain, and there is no place to settle down. Of course, this is not a difficult task for Robo. A real man cannot live without power, and a young man cannot live without money. Power and money are both expressions of power, and he is very powerful, but it takes time to transform. And time is on his side. In the future, he will change with each passing day and rise to prominence. This is not an adjective, but a true description... The next morning, the haze was still gloomy and foggy. Robo had noticed that the climate of this world was very abnormal, and it was not caused by the disorder of supernatural power caused by the last light. But now his soul is unstable, and the body as the base of soul cultivation is not good, so he can only suppress the thought of taking a peek and endure for a while. "Victor, Cross Town is just ahead." Dick, who is relatively familiar with this area, introduced to the leader Victor. The fog affects the vision, and everything is hazy. If Dick is not the guide, it may not be easy to find this town smoothly. After all, there is not even a decent road nearby. After walking forward for a while, Robo said: "I smell blood?" "Huh?" Victor and Dick were a little different. The three of them were from the same school, and Rob was the weakest in terms of strength. However, in the past, Rob was brave and daring, and had a kind of bravery that ordinary people did not have, which made him seem capable of fighting. Robo was paving the way for his own dramatic change: "I feel that the magic potion of the Blood Moon Cult has changed me a lot. The sense of smell is only one aspect. In the next period of time, it will probably become more obvious one by one." Dick said with envy: "It's so lucky to have the end of bad luck, it's good!" Victor drew his broadsword and said: "Be prepared for battle." Dick and Robbo also showed their swords. Compared with the traditional classic extraordinary combat system with distinct types of magic and combat, the extraordinary people in this world are more like magic warriors, holy warriors, or demon hunters. Swords and magic are melted into one furnace, complementing each other, and jointly constructing the extraordinary system. Therefore, there are only differences in ideology and factional concepts brought about by the emphasis on practice. Anyone who is called a monk must be able to perform extraordinary magic. Following the smell of blood, the three soon found more than a dozen bodies in a depression. They were all young and strong men, wearing armor and holding weapons, with chaotic magic around them. Their death seemed to be strangled by giant pythons, with deformed limbs, broken bones, purple skin, and some eyeballs bursting out. Dick stepped forward to carefully identify them and said, "The time of death was not long ago, about early morning. Look at this, a basilisk?"
As he said that, he turned out a silver plate with an eagle with spread wings carved on it from the corpse, "It turned out to be the Kingdom Eagle Guard!" Victor narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid something happened in Cross Town, let's go!" After that, he ran ahead. And Rob, who adhered to the principle of less talk and more observation, followed closely behind. "Ah~Ah!" Dick looked at the objects on the corpse and around it reluctantly, and finally picked up a knight's sword of good quality, and then chased the two people on the road. The location of Cross Town is still very good. It is on a natural mound and is not troubled by cold and damp air. But now, it is wrapped in fog, dead silent. The town gate is wide open, the streets are in a mess, broken pottery pots and plates, destroyed tables, chairs and carriages are scattered on the road, the cold wind blows, and the window panels that are not closed or fastened make a "click! Click!" sound, making the place even more quiet and eerie. "No smell of blood." Rob's mouth is an important reminder. "So this is... evacuation?" Dick looked suspicious. After all, for a normal evacuation, there is no need to smash the plates and cars, making such a mess. "Be careful." Victor said, and went deeper. The three of them came to this Cross Town mainly to ask for news. Before, the capital was treacherous, so they let their families go away for refuge. Victor, Dick and others stayed in the capital to save Rob and others who were trapped. Now they want to know the specific whereabouts of their families through the acquaintances in the hotel here. As a result… The inn was empty, and it was obvious that they left in a hurry, but judging by the dust on the furniture, it seemed that it had been there for some time. This actually made Victor and Dick feel more at ease. If it was related to the tragic deaths of the Kingdom Eagle Guards they had just seen, that would be a disaster. Dick didn't care about the mess, kicked the bench away and sat down, and asked somewhat dejectedly: "What should we do next?" Victor still looked around vigilantly, saying: "We agreed to go to the Jolani Territory, so we will look for it all the way there, and we should be able to find out the whereabouts." Dick nodded: "That's the only way." Robo stood quietly with his sword in hand, without looking around. There was no need to do that. Even though he was in a bad state now, his perception was not comparable to that of ordinary people, and he was very confident in his own abilities. Since he didn't notice anything unusual, it meant that there was indeed nothing unusual in the range, and there was no possibility of being attacked. If there was really someone who was ridiculously strong hiding in the dark, then the soul intuition would warn him, and the strong enemy was nearby, and the danger of life and death was another set of warning systems. The town on the main road was deserted, and the three people did not find it particularly strange, because the extraordinary spiritual tide of the last gasp brought too many variables, even subversive. After all, it was not overnight, three days or five days, but it had been more than a month without sunlight, and no one could say how long it would last in the future. "Take a break first, and plan the next trip." Victor was the leader, and he said so, so Dick and Rob followed the routine of the B\u0026B to support themselves. However, not long after the operation began, Rob heard a strange sound and immediately notified Victor and Dick: "Someone is coming." With his "hound nose and wind ears", the three of them hid proudly and calmly. Soon after, the sound of horse hooves and footsteps on the street approached, accompanied by idle chatter. The three looked from their respective positions and saw a group of people carrying large and small bags, sheep and chickens, looking like they were returning with a full load. They were all young and strong, and judging from their appearance, they seemed to be bandits. But they are not habitual bandits, because they are not vigilant, and their behavior is more like the behavior of gang members in the market, supporting the boss and parading in the streets.
Their boss is not very old, riding on a horse, with a gloomy face, not as happy as others, but seems to be worried. "Monk, level..." To be honest, Robo is still a little unsure now. It is not appropriate to follow the familiar set. After all, the characteristics of the extraordinary people in this world are very prominent, and he temporarily lacks sufficient comparison and reference. In particular, the force field cover is a common ability in this world. Combining biological heat energy, human body glow, and dissipated soul power to form a force membrane is a skill that every extraordinary person can master, but some are strong and some are weak. But no matter how weak it is, if you want to spy on the truth, you have to pierce the force membrane, and this action will definitely be sensed by the other party. Therefore, unless you are forcibly obtaining information with hostility, it is difficult to accurately judge the truth by just looking at the appearance. However, Robo looked at the expressions of Victor and Dick and seemed to know this person. "He is also a monk who escaped from the previous major incident in the royal city and ran here to become a bandit?" He couldn't help but speculate. The question is, what is here? What can you get by hanging out with a group of ordinary people? Robo was thinking secretly, and a group of bandits had already entered the hotel. It seems that they are also going to settle down temporarily for the facilities here and prepare some food and drink to comfort themselves. Sure enough, the next step is to wipe the table and set up the stools, light the fire and cook... Victor saw that he was just helping the bandits like this, and there was no follow-up, so he gestured to Dick and Robo, The three of them appeared, gathered at the door of the hotel, and then strode in. Until then, the gangsters noticed and drew their swords and spears, looking like they were going to fight. They were stupid and reckless, and had no vision. One of them even shouted contemptuously: "Only three people, what the hell..." "Shut up!" The leader stopped them in time, stood up, greeted the three people, clenched his fist and beat his chest to salute: "You Shi Ma Long, salute the monk Iron Wolf." "Monk!?" "Royal City Iron Wolf?" The gangsters were in an uproar. The one who had been howling for a fight was scared out of his wits and kept shrinking back. The rest, not many of them could do it naturally, most of them avoided their eyes and kept swallowing their saliva. In the last days, monks are in short supply. Only those with outstanding talents can practice. As long as you cross this threshold, you will be superior to others, equal to aristocrats, or even more expensive! And Iron Wolf is a school. Although it is relatively niche, it has a place in the Royal City, so it must have some real stuff. But this is not the point. The point is that not long ago, Iron Wolf was involved in a series of major events in the Royal City. His performance was remarkable and his reputation was well-known. For these bandits, this kind of extraordinary person who is good at fighting and has a bad reputation is the most feared by them.
Victor was not interested in showing off in front of these mobs. Dick was somewhat interested, but he thought it was cheap. Robo, everyone ignored him, except for keeping one thought to follow step by step and deal with the present, the remaining nine points were used to build a perfect soul. Specifically, it is still the three things, algorithm, information, and soul power. With soul power as the carrier and algorithm as the framework, memory information is associated to build a thorough consciousness personality platform. Victor got straight to the point and said that he wanted to talk to Malone, so a secluded room was quickly sorted out. Soon after they sat down, wine and simple food were also served. Dick was not polite either, and ate and drank very relaxedly. Robo looked wooden, and didn't even sit down, acting as a background prop behind Victor. Victor didn't touch the drinks and food offered by unfamiliar people, and asked directly about the situation of Cross Town and the nearby ferry. Malone did know some of the situation, but it was very limited, that is, he confirmed that the people Victor was more concerned about were evacuated calmly. As for the tragic situation on the street, it was caused by those who were reluctant to leave their homeland and encountered strange things. The concept of "strange things" made Robo pay a little attention. The main reason is that this world does not have the characteristics of hundreds of races in the classic magical world, such as elves, dwarves, orcs, centaurs, etc., these are not available. The only non-human group that can be barely called a civilized one is the goblin. This is somewhat similar to the setting of "Harry Potter", or even worse, after all, Harry Potter also has giants and so on. Of course, Black Robo has no memory of this, but he at least knows many non-human intelligent lives in the dark world. Compared with the two, the "simplicity" of this world is very prominent. In this context, we can also explore the concept of "gui". To put it simply, it is the monsters in the Eastern legends that eat people, or the ghost spirits that cause trouble. No matter which one it is, it is very dangerous for the cultivators of this world and this era. In the environment of the end of the law, cultivators cannot improve their skills and their strength limit is low. The inhuman and extraordinary beings who can make trouble in this environment are often old monsters who have survived the years. The appearance of the spiritual tide in the last moments of life is equivalent to the water in the increasingly dry reservoir in the rain. Although it is impossible to allow the dragon to stir up trouble, the rampant crabs and turtles should not be underestimated...