Chapter 425 Said 11, the Old Jigsaw

Soul's, imprint? "

Salvatore repeated the word, and his face gradually became ugly.

"yes."

Alexander Robin nodded calmly: "After the soul is dyed, it can actually be regarded as an incomplete demigod.

"If you live in a fixed place for a long time, the power of escaping elements can even unconsciously infiltrate the surrounding environment and gradually transform it into an environment suitable for you. If the power of the elements gathers too much, it may even remain part of the will.

"For example, like Noah's Blood Butterfly Valley, or the Tower of Storms in Winter, the vision that distorts the world is the mark left after the death of a powerful superhuman."

Hearing this, Salvatore took a deep breath.

He confirmed again:

"...So, will the elements be infested, including corpses?"

"It should be said that the body - even if the superhuman does not die, whether it is a hand or a bone, it may gradually transform the surrounding world.

"However, the power of the elements is mainly stored in the brain, so as long as it is handled properly, the problem is not serious."

Captain Alexander said so.

He frowned slightly: "What did you want to say? Or what did you do?"

The former champion swordsman, the old knight captain who is now almost sixty years old, is sitting in the parlour of Noah First Bank in a white suit that looks very out of tune with him.

That square and majestic face, sun-tanned skin, short reddish-brown hair that's been carefully groomed, plus those golden-orange pupils reminiscent of a lion, and that iconic scar... more than a banker , The identity of the chairman is still more suitable to be called a "fighter" or a "general".

...ordinarily, Salvatore wouldn't even dare to look at him directly.

Too many killings and battles have condensed a layer of blood and gunpowder on this man who has passed 100 years.

Salvatore has just advanced to silver, and is in a situation where his perception is too keen but his will is insufficient, and it is even more difficult to resist this deterrent.

If it weren't for this incident directly involving Annan's safety... He would not have come here to communicate with this troublesome man!

But now, he is also very grateful to Zhi Ji.

Fortunately, Zhi Ji has more minds.

She asked Salvatore to Captain Alexander how to deal with the "dream stealer".

Although Zhiji is indeed a real god, she is not a god who has ascended from the transcendent path... but a "God of Creation" created out of thin air by her creator and her lover.

So Zhi Ji doesn't understand the way of transcendence.

Alexander is different.

Although he is only an extraordinary person of the silver rank, he is a champion swordsman after all.

——He is a "champion" in the true sense, a hunter of followers of the Heretic God and dark wizards, and a high-level executive of the Silver Lord Church. For the secrets of the Transcendent Road and the Fallen Road, there may not be a few people in Noah who know better than him.

Salvatore did not hide.

When he directly made himself into the dream medicine, he told Alexander what he added.

He is very regretful now.

In Benjamin's original recipe, this step was not present. It's his ability as an "alchemist" that tells him he can give corrections in this direction.

In fact, if the brains of the golden-rank wizards are not added here, or the power of the elements of the Dream Stealer Denton has nothing to do with nightmares, then this is not wrong...

But Salvatore originally just wanted Annan to enter the nightmare in a safer and safer way... but he didn't expect that this would harm Annan instead.

"—you're such a piece of shit, Thrall."

In the bottom of his heart, the hoarse voice sounded grimly: "The formula is already in your hands, can you do this kind of thing well?"

But it was just a mistake...

"Is this really just a mistake? Isn't this a mistake caused by your arrogance and complacency?"

Shadow whispers like a demon,

As if to destroy Salvatore's sanity: "If you go to ask Alexander before making it, or you write a letter to the tower owner and ask, you will make this kind of mistake? Don't say that there is not enough time... that's all. It's an excuse. Will it take you half a day?

"Don't make excuses, it's your fault. After you became an alchemist, did you get carried away? Huh? Even smoking, do you plan to drink too much? Do you still want to create something special for yourself? Drug?

"Seriously, Thrall. If you feel like you can't do anything right, give me your body."

Shadows are always stronger than themselves.

Yes... Salvatore has always known about it.

As long as you give your body to the shadow, all problems can be solved.

I will not make mistakes because of various mistakes...even mistakes that have been made can be made up.

"……I know."

Salvatore whispered.

"Ok?"

Shadow paused for a while, and let out a hoarse and low laugh: "Can't you finally fail? Do you want to give up? You can always... Then leave your body to me."

"—I'm going to take care of this myself."

Salvatore said slowly, "I want to save Annan."

Looking at him, the expression on Alexander's face gradually converged and became serious.

"If necessary. I'll help you, Son of the Black Tower."

The head of the regiment made a steady voice: "But... do you have a plan?"

"some."

Salvatore replied simply: "Let's rush back now, and I will modify the access point of the 'Dream Elixir' on the way. This way, when we are by Annan's side, we can use the herb to directly enter his nightmares. inside.

"...As for the victory over Denton, I'll leave it to you."

"Relax, don't underestimate me. I'm also a cleric to some extent... I know nightmares very well. And even if you can't defeat Denton, as long as you help Annan escape."

Alexander said seriously: "Denton's last will is trapped in a small pill and can't escape. We don't need to fight with him immediately... Just let Annan not fall into his trap without any preparation. Enough."

"I'll listen to you, Commander."

Salvatore replied.

But not what they thought...

In the nightmare, Annan did not fall into Denton's trap and was destroyed by the nightmare and turned into a puppet.

But in the shard of fear, wreaking havoc—

boom!

Annan smashed the steel operating bed directly with one punch; with two punches, he directly punched a hole in the bed.

Yes, the handcuffs themselves are not broken, but the place where the handcuffs are connected to the operating table has been knocked out... Now Annan can even wave the chains, cos a piece of Silas - of course, considering that only the left hand is connected to the handcuffs, and the handcuffs At the end, there is an iron bed that was knocked down by myself, maybe it is Chen Kehan...

"That's it?"

Annan sneered and broke the chain on his ankle.

When he saw the chainsaw, he already understood what the fear was.

——This is the fear of facing the "necessary price" and the "choice of life and death".

According to the process that Denton arranged for Annan, Annan should use the dull saw to saw off his left hand.

After all, this is just a nightmare, there will be no disability, there is nothing that cannot be done... It is only the difference between whether or not to bear the pain.

Is it to suffer a long, unforgivable pain...or to suffer a slow death?

One by one, the old jigsaw is gone.

Either way, it should be possible to escape from the nightmare... But Annan chose the third way.

Left or right?

——Isn't the road in the middle very wide?

"It's a pity, I can't fix you with my fists..."

The moment Annan sat up, the fragments of fear were still broken by him.

He leaned against the wall, raised his head, and said calmly, "There are two more chances.

"continue."

(End of this chapter)