Chapter 671 Hey, Mental Attrition? Ask your second uncle Dick to help you.
"So, your power characteristic is "Light and Shadow"? Can you describe it to me in detail? If you need a weapon that fits your hand, I have to tailor it for you."
In the Marquis Hall of House of the Chosen, the very dedicated Heirmir the Bonesmith grabbed a craftsman's book and asked in detail:
"The Rune Sword left behind by Primus is a perfect prototype. It has almost unlimited possibilities. It is shaped using the techniques of First Ones. In theory, it is easy to adapt to other force powers."
"But I have my own hand weapon, I just didn't bring it with me."
Diakum said with some embarrassment:
"I just need a temporary weapon. To be honest, my body is not dead at this time, it is just in the stage of power fusion and rebirth. If you ask me to describe the characteristics of my power, I can't tell you in advance what kind of power I will have in the future.
I don't plan to take away this Rune Sword either.
Since it is the creation of Primus, it will still remain in Maldraxxus in the future. You can understand that I am just "borrowing" it.
So just make it according to your Maldraxxus standards, and just give me the right to borrow it."
"Oh, what a strange request."
The bonesmith marveled and said:
"You must have seen many magical weapons, that's why you are so dismissive of Primus's creation. I don't see any possessiveness for power in your eyes, which fully shows that you are very satisfied with the weapons you own.
According to us craftsmen, you and your weapon are connected and have a very good relationship. If I insist on shaping a better one for you at this time, assuming my skills can do it, it will create trouble for you and your weapon.
Just like a couple living harmoniously does not need a third party to intervene."
"Uh, are all of you blacksmith masters so good at talking? What a magical metaphor for Maldraxxus."
Diakum complained:
"But I can understand what you mean. I have a really good relationship with my weapons. They are all powerful and eager and loyal to serve me. They have also awakened their respective Path of Strength.
Although Twilight Hammer still hasn't been able to have its own concept of power, that's not its problem, it's my problem.
Perhaps after my new life is completed, Twilight Hammer will also have the same concept of "Eclipse" as Ashbringer."
"Concept of power?"
The bonesmith was startled.
She exclaimed:
"So, you have a conceptual weapon that is the same as Sire Denathrius's sword Lelenia? This is really amazing."
"Remornia? That little bitch, eh, I'm sorry, I was too rude, I mean, the concept of power of the perverse Demon Sword that I taught me a lesson was completely given by Sire Denathrius.
That is not her own power, she is just pretending to be powerful."
Diakum shook his head and said:
"But the power of Ashbringer comes from the great power gained after going through difficult trials with me. I don't think Lelenia is qualified to be compared with my Ashbringer.
However, my weapon is indeed not suitable for use in Shadowlands. The concept of light it possesses is simply fatal to Undead like you. Keeping it in Material World is the right choice.
Well, now that we've talked about it."
Vigilant rubbed his chin, thinking of what he was going to do in the near future, and said:
"If weapons can be customized, I hope you can modify this Rune Sword into a "torch" for me, the kind of torch that can store light.
I need to use it to bury the corpses of my "compatriots" somewhere in Shadowlands, and at the same time, turn their remaining light in Land of the Dead into fuel storage, which can be used to complete a really big thing in the future.
I don't even need this torch to have destructive power, my own power is enough in Shadowlands."
The bonesmith nodded.
Although this requirement may sound a bit outrageous, as a master who has learned forging from Primus, she is perfectly capable of forging any weapon.
She said:
"It's a torch, right? Why not make it a warhammer?"
This is very easy, an Torch War Hammer, many Warrior who were believers in Maldraxxus during their lifetimes like to use such ritual weapons. In addition, if you get Rune Sword, it is yours!
Although Primus did not specifically say who owns this Rune Sword, we at Maldraxxus are not a stingy place. Although you are no longer short of weapons, my professional ethics as a craftsman requires that I must make something perfect for you.
I also need you to confirm the shape and decoration style of the weapon"
"Then let me draw one for you."
Dick suddenly had inspiration, took the pen and paper and drew a sketch of a weapon, and handed it to the bonesmith. Heirmir took it and took a look, and suddenly couldn't help laughing and said:
"Okay, Cross War Hammer, it is really a weapon in the style of a believer, but let me tell you in advance that I am not a believer, so I don't understand the prayers to be engraved on this weapon. Therefore, after it is completed, you need to engrave your prayers on it yourself."
"No problem."
This request scratched the itch of Diakum, and he said with a sigh on his face:
"When I was young, it was difficult for me to even write a good calligraphy, but after years of practice, I am no longer what I used to be. My calligraphy is now very good! Our calligraphy master Eredar, Velen, said it was good after seeing it!"
"Really?"
The bonesmith looked at the caption on the sketch with some embarrassment. The word "his" can't be said to be bad, but it definitely has nothing to do with "good".
I can only say that it is so-so and average.
But when she saw Diakum looking at her, the longing for praise in his eyes made the bonesmith, a soul that had been dead for countless years, unable to help but swallow. She realized that "when expectations are not responded to, they will develop into dangerous things", so for the sake of her own safety, she nodded against her will and said:
"Well, this calligraphy is great! This is also the first time I have seen such outstanding Eredar calligraphy! Only someone who was born to be Lesser God can write such good calligraphy. You can rest here and I will modify the weapons for you.
However, its original embryo is Rune Sword. After it is modified into a war hammer using the secret method of Primus, it will still have a sharp edge.
There is nothing we can do about it, I hope you can understand."
After saying that, the bonesmith was afraid that the foreign Lesser God in front of her would leave her to comment on her calligraphy, so she left in a hurry.
Diakum sighed in the hall:
"Oh, Shadowlands is a knowledgeable person. He is worthy of being an apprentice of Primus. You can see at a glance that my years of hard work have really paid off! Ms. Vilara is good at everything, but he is too harsh in his reviews."
"This is outrageous!"
Great Chieftain Blackhand's roar suddenly sounded outside the hall, filled with unbearable anger:
"What kind of bastard brazenly attacks House of the Chosen's fortress? Do you really think that I, Maldraxxus, can't do anything? Come on! Bring me my "Hand of Sorrow"
"What's going on?"
Diakum opened the door and asked. Blackhand glanced at him, suppressed his anger, and said:
"A strange Kyrian with black wings broke into House of the Chosen's fortress and said he wanted to meet you."
"Ah?"
Vigilant said in surprise:
"Then let her come in. Are you still worried about someone assassinating me? As long as Eldest Daughter doesn't pretend to be "Forsworn" to assassinate me, it'll be fine if she comes. I may not be sure about other Eternal Ones, but I can still take care of the "civilian" Eldest Daughter."
"This is not a matter of whether I am worried or not, we Maldraxxus have our own national conditions here!"
Great Chieftain Blackhand emphasized:
"Unless invited, people from other covenants are not allowed to enter the fortresses of the major secret courtyards. That black-winged Kyrian went too far. She actually dared to injure one of our people at House of the Chosen. This is simply an unforgivable act of stupidity.
There is no way this can be improved now.
I don't care why she's here, but you probably have to wait a little before she collapses.
I won't kill her, but she'll probably have to lie down and talk to you."
"Oh, since it is local etiquette, then just do it in your own way."
Diakum was deeply impressed by the strong local folk customs. He waved his hand and said:
"It is a good thing to calm down the doubtful counterparty before starting the conversation, but what you need to pay attention to is that Devos has the "seed of doubt" planted by me personally, and that thing is "contagious" to a certain extent.
So, if you really think that House of the Chosen and Necromancer Warrior are fearless and have a will of steel, then I am looking forward to your performance in the next period of time."
Vigilant reminded:
"If there is really a great morality worth upholding, I will not be able to survive "Inner Demon Curse" just by relying on willpower. No one has been able to give me a perfect answer before. I am looking forward to whether the Death Guards of Maldraxxus can give me a refreshing response.
Anyway, I wish you good luck."
Almost thirty minutes later, Devos was dragged and thrown into the Marquis Hall where Diakum was by two psychic female warriors wearing horn helmets.
Although Blackhand said she would spare her life, if she injured House of the Chosen's person, it would be a capital crime and she would not be able to escape the crime of living.
Devos's black wings were cut in half, and most of the feathers on the remaining half were plucked out. The whole body was covered with blue blood. It looked like a "bad Avatar" or a "large sexy Smurf" at a comic exhibition.
She was thrown at the feet of Diakum who was praying with her eyes closed and reciting Light and Shadow Canon. The blue giant looked down at her with dynamically changing light and shadow.
These Maldraxxus savages poked this poor girl's eyes out!
But looking at her appearance at this time, one can tell that Devos's Mental Attrition in recent times must be very scary. She must have been crazy when she rushed in. It's no wonder that Necromancer Warrior under Blackhand's command was ruthless.
There is really no way to suppress this crazy woman without doing some hard work.
Although Bastion's Kyrian angels' combat effectiveness is really questionable, but Devos was once Loyal Kyrian, and that was The second-level leaders under Eldest Daughter have the same status as the Death Marquiss of Maldraxxus. They all obtain their power directly from Eldest Daughter and are considered the core followers of the true god.
It's just that Shadowlands's destiny restraint prevents them from becoming Lesser God, and Eternal Ones also have no qualifications. Each of them has a very high combat power, and there is not much power that can be given to the core family members.
Devos now belongs to the level of Aegwynn, reaching the critical level of Lesser God, but the upward channel has been completely locked.
Of course, her true combat power is definitely not up to the level of Aegwynn, otherwise she wouldn't have been torn apart by Vigilant, who had not yet truly embarked on the long step to becoming a god, when she met Diakum before.
"If you have doubts in your heart, you should not just scold me if you risk your death to come to see me."
Diakum stopped praying and put his hand on the forehead of Devos, who was struggling in a pool of blood.
In Holy Light Gleam, the super healing effect of Holy Word: Life is applied to Kyrian, but the other party looks holy but is a real creation of death. The conflict between Holy Light and Death Force makes this treatment look like the most terrible punishment.
But Diakum then changed Holy Light's mode of operation, allowing the healing light of Dawn to wrap around Devos's tattered body like mercury pouring down the ground.
The sun is always gentle, and it will shine on all life equally, even a grain of dust. Even the undead are qualified to enjoy the sunshine.
During the treatment, Devos's consciousness full of self-doubt also left the painful body under the guidance of Diakum. When she opened her eyes, what came into view was the Faith Stairway and the towering High Heaven's Gate.
The golden Dawn Sunflare flows like a waterfall from all around the High Heaven gate.
The icons standing outside the gate and on both sides of the long steps hold their spears high, turning the red ribbons of glory into encouragement to guide the Holy Spirit to climb.
Countless Holy Spirits loudly shouted the teachings of Holy Light and climbed the golden ladder with piety, but the vast majority of them could only stop at the front Ninety-nine Steps and could not go up any further.
That wasn't some deliberate attempt to make things difficult.
It's just that most holy spirits cannot survive the level of self-torture. They need long-term practice to absorb their own morality from Authority of Holy Light and turn it into a stronger persistence.
Climbing High Heaven requires more than piety.
Diakum hopes that the followers of Holy Light will not only have piety, but also have the wisdom to solve problems, the courage to face difficulties, the resilience to persevere in desperate situations, and the kindness that shines on all people.
Piety is only the key to enter here. If you want to be a member of High Heaven, you need too many virtues.
However, even though most people are unable to climb to the higher point of the long stairs, those Holy Spirits who stand on the long stairs and pray loudly are not discouraged or despair. On the contrary, they perform the ritual of faith on the stairs where they stop, and then return to Material World bathed in light.
Long-term is a trial, and even if you can't pass the trial, you will still gain something.
On the other hand, those who curse and abuse High Heaven because they cannot climb to the top are most likely not qualified to step here.
Diakum is not a good-tempered person.
Although he is gentle with others, it does not mean that he has to tolerate idiots. The threshold for entering High Heaven is very high, which is enough to filter out the vast majority of those guys who will make people "sick of stupidity" just by looking at him.
"Climb the stairs."
Diakum's voice rang in the confused Devos's ears, and he said:
"Although you are a dead creature, you have also spent your life in the Material Star Sea as a mortal.
When you complete the "promotion" in accordance with Eldest Daughter's requirements, the price is to actively abandon the past that shaped you and pour out all your life, leaving only a "promoted" body, which is then given a new identity and status by Eldest Daughter in accordance with the requirements of destiny.
However, I firmly believe that when every life is born, their parents will not want their children to spend a long life just to become a container of some kind of "responsibility" after death.
I also firmly believe that the ideal that every child sets for himself when he grows up is definitely not to become a puppet with a noble status but no thoughts and connotations of his own.
Your problem is not a problem.
It's not my place to give you the answers you need.
All your pain, sadness, and despair come from the "self" that was thrown away by your own hands. The seeds of doubt I gave you were not meant to harm you, Devos, I am not that vicious.
I just broke the shackles of destiny and Eldest Daughter on you, and I just made you remember that you were once a human being, with your own joys, sorrows, and memories, and not a screw in a system that can be replaced at any time."
Vigilant laughed.
At this moment Devos felt a pair of warm hands pushing on his shoulders, allowing him to step onto the long steps bathed in Holy Light.
"But I've put the past behind me."
Devos, standing on the stairs, said blankly:
"I have abandoned everything that once belonged to me, just for the sake of pure promotion. I have become a different person and can treat everything rationally. They all say that I am perfect like that."
"But the past is in everyone's shadow."
Diakum said softly like preaching a sermon:
"When you look at your past self as you look at other people's stories and can rationally comment on your past self, it only means that you are already "sick".
In my experience, I also received a blessing named "Unity of Heaven and Man", which allowed me to resist the interference of seven emotions and six desires.
But believe me, children, the "detachment" that Bastion teaches you is not true detachment, and spiritual castration cannot bring you any glory.
Under the rule of Eldest Daughter, there is nothing but "nothingness".
No wonder the void wants to invade your place, it matches Sea of Darkness so well."
She heard the person who had made her gnash her teeth encourage her:
"Go and find yourself. Find the ghost who cried out to you not to give up on her on the eve of promotion. The girl named "Devos" has been wandering in the lonely Abyss of Forgetting for too long.
She has been disappointed for too long.
I think we'd better not let her go through another night alone."