Chapter 378 Why Do Experts Cast Spells?

For normal tower climbers, there are only two types of creatures in the tower: progress and non-progress.

There are no additional emotional ups and downs at all in this general mentality of looking at numbers.

Just like playing a game of killing monsters and upgrading, there is no sympathy for those monsters that are destined to die by the sword as a symbol of experience.

No matter how many deaths there are, the word "innocent" will never be used.

Before that.

Wang Wen is also a normal tower climber and views the creatures in the tower in the same way.

There is no pity, and there is no feeling of innocence.

As long as it is conducive to customs clearance, whatever it is.

Even if some extra things are done, it is just to test certain items or rules.

He even used [Unity of Heaven and Man] to swallow up the whole world.

Although there was only ice and snow in that world, a platypus monster who made things difficult, and a fish as big as an island.

The two lives can be regarded as enemies, but they are not guilty enough to die.

The platypus monster and the ice world died together.

The fish as big as the island swallowed Wang Wen and was burst by the power of heaven and earth.

Even if Wang Wen didn't kill him with his own hands, it would have nothing to do with it.

But there was never any turmoil in his heart.

In addition, in the later period, the "progress" caused by "filling in" and increasing the number of skill uses to devour the world and lead to death in the super empire.

Still, so many bugs died in the bug room just to earn points.

In Wang Wen's heart, none of them can be called innocent.

They are just data that add experience to him in the game.

But.

Now.

The world in front of us is not that powerful, it can even be said to be weak.

His mentality changed.

I began to feel that these weak and helpless beings who were forced to become living beings without realizing their progress were a bit innocent and pitiful.

Especially under the cover of such a coincidental plague, people died in large numbers.

It seems that fate is never in their own hands.

Living is never something they can achieve with hard work.

It depends on the level.

They could still survive before the tower climbers appeared.

Once they reach the level of tower climbers, they will be harvested in pieces without even realizing it.

perhaps.

in their perspective.

Famine and plague are inevitable disasters.

When things come to an end, all I can do is curse "God is a thief".

Little do they know that these disasters are probably just "difficulty" under certain rules.

The difficulty is high.

Those who climb the tower will most likely fail to get out of the tower.

The dead "progress" can only be buried in the cold earth and slowly rot.

He even died without knowing why he died.

I also thought that "God of Thieves" was blind and did not punish corrupt officials but would definitely take action against the people who were suffering endlessly.

This feeling is terrible.

Wang Wen can even think of herself.

Whether you have been living in someone else's "level", your future death will also be because you have become some kind of "progress".

And everyone in the world.

you me him.

It's all "progress" without knowing it.

A war, a natural disaster, or a plague.

Who can tell that these are just accidents and not some kind of "level rules"?

At least in the world in front of them, they don't know about the people who are dying one after another.

So much so that he died so cheaply.

So ignorant.

Thinking of this, Wang Wen was greatly moved.

There has been a big change in mentality.

This change seems to be subconscious, and he may not even be aware of it.

He sympathized with these innocent, helpless, and ignorant beings who died, and felt a little bit sad about this manipulated fate.

For this reason, a small number of [Heaven and Man are one] were not hesitated to be used, just to eliminate or reduce the lethality and contagiousness of the plague.

He also specially picked a deserted open space to devour the world.

Especially considering that staying in one place to eat for too long may cause continental plate movements and other natural disasters, and changing places from time to time to swallow up the power of heaven and earth. As his skill usage proficiency increases, he can now perceive and freely choose the range of skills. certain areas within the body.

Whenever possible, pick areas that are less likely to cause problems.

For example, rivers blocked by sediment or raised riverbed lakes.

Swallowing the sediment, the river water becomes clear, the water storage capacity of rivers and lakes increases, and the chance of floods decreases.

When the gray tornado that penetrates the world appears in the eyes of thousands of farts.

Those infected by the plague were surprised to find that their bodies seemed to feel much lighter.

Symptoms that had been so excruciating before became insignificant in the blink of an eye.

If it weren't for the residual inertial contrast, they would even think they had never been sick.

In addition, all major state capitals and cities opened their warehouses to release grain on a large scale.

Even his stomach was filled with truly filling grains.

The people under the plague felt that they seemed to be healthier than before the plague came.

They all knelt on the ground and thanked the emperor for his magnanimous grace, and secretly bowed to a certain rumor that had been quietly spread recently.

On the steps outside the high palace of the Imperial City.

The young emperor also followed the middle-aged man's gaze and saw the gray line reaching the sky.

I heard the middle-aged man murmuring softly with some disbelief: "I once heard from a group of villagers who were making porridge under a master in Qicheng that the master claimed to be a servant of the devil. When he cast a spell, a black wind would appear in the sky, resembling a dragon. Scroll, if the gray line on the horizon were closer, it would really be similar to what they call a towering tornado."

The young man's voice was a little hesitant: "Is that an expert casting a spell? I've searched all over the countries bordering the southeast, northwest, and I haven't seen an expert formally cast a spell. Why now?"

Having said that.

The two people standing on the steps seemed to have a thunder in their hearts.

They looked at each other and said in unison: "No, it can't be?"

It seemed to be confirming their suspicions.

An urgent message appeared in front of the palace.

Approaching the main hall, the visitor dismounted and staggered to hand over the information to the chamberlain.

The chamberlain listened to the visitor's words.

He jumped up and sprinted towards the main hall.

The speed was so fast that it seemed as if Qinggong and Qi were used.

In just a few breaths, the information was presented to the young emperor who had been waiting anxiously for a long time and even took the initiative to run down the steps to greet him regardless of his identity.

The young man received the information and couldn't wait to check it out.

I listened to the chamberlain's short report: "The disease in the nearby government office is in rapid relief, and a large number of people suffering from the disease have expressed that their pain has been relieved and their bodies have returned to health!"

As the young man's confidant, the middle-aged Martial Saint has long been allowed to avoid any state affairs.

At this time, I heard the report from the chamberlain.

The middle-aged man looked shocked, and the guess in his heart became more and more certain.

It was as if there was an electric current rushing up the back of his head, and his hands, feet, and limbs exploded with a numb and horrifying feeling.

The young man thrust the information into the middle-aged man's hands, turned around and ran back to the main hall with his clothes in hand.

He rushed all the way to the table and frantically grabbed all the memorials on the table.

Every time he spreads out a memorial, his eyes and fingers look for the words simultaneously, and he repeats in his mouth: "East, west, river, inland, Ha City, Zhannan Mansion!"

One by one, they were spread out all over the table, and even the floor at the table legs was covered with fallen papers.

When the middle-aged Martial Saint followed him to the table with a solemn expression.

The young man grabbed the scattered memorials with both hands, stared at the gray line outside the palace door with red eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "It's everywhere! Disease is everywhere! How is it possible? How is it possible!"

The middle-aged martial saint frowned, and words came out of his mouth that even he couldn't believe: "The master is using his own power to save the world!"