"My name... Baltimore." A mighty voice came, and Negri stopped, and then walked forward again.
"The information is carried by the name. The soul of ordinary people cannot bear this information, and it will naturally change accordingly." Information can affect people. For example, people will laugh when they see funny things. Baltimore's method is Expand on this.
His name contains some information, which will prompt people to instinctively produce certain behaviors, such as twisting part of the soul into an information terminal, which can receive and send information.
Of course, this will not have much effect on the people of the Sun Shadow Church who have the blessing of glory and the protection of faith, and some people who have a little knowledge of the soul can quickly avoid this result if they react.
But Baltimore's goal is not these people, but ordinary people who can't resist. Although their memories don't have too many things, they are people in this world, and their existence itself records this world A lot of information.
It is none of Baltimore's business to snatch their information in a predatory manner, and whether their souls will collapse because of this, or they will be tortured by a large amount of information.
Of course, these people may also get something because of running the information of this world, maybe they have learned a certain technology that has appeared in this world, or they may have remembered some memories of an ancestor.
Everything is possible, as long as you can bear it, you will gain what you lose, provided that what you get is really what you want.
The corpses of the two knights fell down, and Negri pushed open the door of the storage room. What appeared in front of Negri was a long corridor with rooms on both sides, and there were some labels on the door numbers of the rooms.
Inside are some things that the Sun Shadow Church has collected over the years.
To be honest, the Sun Shadow Church has not paid much attention to this place in recent years. Every hundred years, the offerings are less and less useful, and most of them are patchwork things. Unable to obtain God's reward.
Negri did not stop, and opened the door of the magic ceremony with a clear purpose. The unclean force surged out of his hand, polluting the magic protection on it, and then threw a bone fragment, which was like white jade. It's just that there is a strong ominous atmosphere lingering above.
Just looking at this piece of bone can make one feel chills all over. These things come from the abyss of no regrets, the bones of elves.
The elves have been extinct for too long now, and even the blood of the elves is called the blood of evil because of the curse, especially the elves. Even their bones are cursed, and they will always be entangled with an ominous atmosphere and will always be in pain among.
Among the magic rituals related to the Abyss of No Regrets, the most important three-level props are the bones of the unbelievers, the bones of the elves, and the last bone of no regrets, that is, those still in the Abyss of No Regrets. The remains of the battle.
A large amount of distorted aura emerged from the bones of the elf, connecting with a certain special space. A round hole surrounded by mist and darkness was opened, and a huge body crawled out of it.
The tulle and accessories formed by the soul power are extraordinarily delicate, and the just-right face gives this dead soul an indescribable charm. The slender and slender body is half lying in the room, looking extraordinarily graceful.
"Why did you call me..." The dead soul of the elves, propped his hands on the ground, turned his body, stared at Negri with a pair of huge eyes, and his voice was extraordinarily light and graceful, as if he was singing.
The words of the Silent Church are imitating elves. If you compare them with the genuine elves, you will find that the people of the Silent Church feel that their speech is particularly awkward.
The madness and resentment that hit his face did not weaken his/her beauty. The elves are like this. Both men and women are so beautiful, or this is a race that pursues beauty.
"Bring these things over there, Luoer." Negri pointed to the various books or strange recording tools on the shelf, and then said, "I'll go there too soon."
"Then welcome your arrival." The elf named Luoer said softly. As a member of the elves, she is not too old, and she participated in the last hundred years war of the elves.
She died before the end of the war and was sent to the Burial Ground of Heroic Souls, and because she had just been buried, she was extremely lucky to escape the battle of Heroic Souls Resurrection, so she did not receive many curses, although she was trapped in the Abyss of No Regrets , but compared to her compatriots, she is much luckier.
Of course, for her, this is not necessarily luck. When she wakes up, the elves have been completely wiped out. The place where heroic souls were buried has become an abyss of no regrets, and the former homeland has been completely occupied by the enemy.
Those respectable predecessors either turned into monsters and managed to survive, or completely disappeared into the wind.
The reason why she respects Negri now must have a lot to do with world consciousness.
Otherwise, Negri would not believe that something like the bone of an elf could reach his hands so easily.
Seeing that Luo Er brought those precious materials back to the Abyss of No Regrets, Negri didn't covet what was left, put away the bones of the elves and closed the passage leading to the Abyss of No Regrets, exited the storage room, and prepared to leave here.
Maintaining the passage to the Abyss of No Regret requires continuous consumption of Negri's energy. Maintaining this period of time will vaguely make Negri's soul and body feel tired.
Of course he can go to the Abyss of No Regrets through the passage, but now is not the time. After this blow, the Sun Shadow Church will soon undergo changes, and the Priory may be affected.
At present, the Priory still plays a significant role, and it is not something that can be easily discarded. It is better for Negri to stay in the town of Lore to take charge of the overall situation.
Fortunately, the arrival of Baltimore at this time once again shared a lot of pressure for Negri, and the difficulty of leaving Chapel Hill has dropped a lot.
Raymond, the green light knight, told Negri all the passage routes inside the church, as long as he knew, in order to attack the church, so Negri soon came to the main entrance of the passage.
Pushing open the unattended gate, Negri came to the top of Chapel Hill, where the cathedral is located.
Turning around, the statue of the Eternal Burner is behind him. The name of the Eternal Burner has not been handed down, and his statue is not a human figure, but a ball full of tentacles, which seems to be emitting heat.
He is the incarnation of the sun and the representative of eternity, with infinite heat, infinite light, and infinite size. Although he is a non-human existence, he makes human beings feel unprecedented oppression, and makes people want to kneel under it and pay homage to him. Unlimited adoration.
Negri stared at the statue for a while, stretched out his arm with the bone blade, refracted the light, disappeared from the main entrance and began to descend the mountain. Sooner or later, this existence would also be dominated by him, he never doubted.