765. A certain failed art student started giving a passionate speech in a beer hall

Author: stick to the rules

765. A certain failed art student started giving a passionate speech in a beer hall

When Mo Cheng opened his eyes, the world in his eyes was already different.

Is this the first hero template he has completed?

[Prayer], [Dragon Knight], [Mask of the Void], [Master]...

Vision penetrates into the microscopic realm, and the world in the eyes begins to operate according to basic rules. Consciousness begins to operate beyond the limits of ordinary things. Just a moment after opening his eyes, Mo Cheng's spirit begins to touch a certain limit.

Some distinction between "human" and "god".

Mo Cheng's eyelids were half-closed, and all his mind and thoughts sank into thoughts. Countless thoughts died down in an instant, and he could not think of a single thought.

At the same time, I used my thoughts to visualize my past image, and I saw the [Great Killing Monk] sitting cross-legged on a bloody lotus platform. Under the lotus platform, there were mountains of corpses and bones, and blood gathered like a sea. Countless lives had fallen in the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

The earth is made of white bones, with skeletons like ridges and bones like forests. Human hair is turned into felt pieces, and human skin and flesh are rotted into mud. Human sinews are wrapped around trees, and they are burnt and shiny like silver. It is really a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and it really stinks.

Bad smell.

There is a sea of ​​blood under the lion camel, and countless dead souls stretch out their hands to try to escape from the sea of ​​blood, but every time a wave hits, those dead souls will be drawn into the boundless sea of ​​suffering again, and they will not be able to escape.

In the sea of ​​blood, only the eighteen hells of Yama can be seen, and there is no escape from reincarnation.

All dead souls can only reincarnate continuously in this sea of ​​suffering and hell, and will never be able to obtain liberation, because there is no six paths of reincarnation in this place, let alone [compassion].

[The Killing of the Monk]'s closed eyes opened slightly, and in an instant, the sea of ​​blood subsided, the souls of the dead were silent, and all tangible and intangible things were suppressed.

Together with Mo Cheng, there was something [something] that improved too quickly after completing the hero template.

After opening his eyes again, his vision had returned to normal. Mo Cheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, "The fourth hero template has reached the limit of demigods, and has even separated from [mortal] mentally."

"By the time we get to the fifth hero template, it's almost certain that it will transcend the ordinary."

It is definitely not difficult for Mo Cheng to complete another hero template, but it is also a time-consuming problem.

But Mo Cheng was a little worried, and what he was worried about was not other issues, but the several hero templates he had, including strength, agility, and intelligence, and the sources of his abilities were all different.

The most important thing is that although Mo Cheng had similar experiences in [Foreign Land], the system of [Foreign Land] is not the same as the cheat he has now.

He wasn't quite sure what the difference was between the two.

It can be said that since acquiring this system, Mo Cheng has only simply and roughly converted the acquired skills and strength, using his own first-person perspective to judge what kind of enemies he can kill.

"and……"

As if he thought of something, Mo Cheng couldn't help but sigh, "There are suddenly more troubles."

Mo Cheng shook his head and threw the worries out of his mind. If it were in [Foreign Land], serious players trying to achieve godhood would need to take into account many things.

Sects, doctrines, beliefs, bases, and even believers, there are countless other miscellaneous matters. According to Mo Cheng’s memory, those players who follow the path of belief and becoming gods already have a team to prepare everything before taking the final step.

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Mo Cheng didn't know much about the path of believing in becoming a god. After all, he was just a layman at that time. He couldn't find some compatible friends, but the path of believing in becoming a god was clearly not suitable for him.

"You can't become the Dragon God, otherwise there will be even more trouble. And the next hero template, tsk..."

With the reputation of the dragon among the gods, and the fact that there are many races in many planes that have experienced wars in ancient times and have suffered from PTSD, Mo Cheng dares to say that he really wants to become a god and become a dragon god.

, he will be surrounded by countless races and gods in minutes.

The situation is similar to how after World War II, the Academy of Fine Arts no longer refused to accept Austrian candidates, and German beer halls banned lectures.

If he becomes the racial god of the dragon, then in the eyes of other races and gods, he is basically the same as a failed art student giving a passionate speech in a beer hall.

Perhaps it should be further back, such as having signed a "non-aggression treaty" with a country that does not border on it.

And for the next hero template, Mo Cheng has decided to invest all the resources on hand into the [Monkey King] template, giving priority to completing it.

But these things should be considered and solved [later].

…

Seeing Mo Cheng open his eyes and sitting on the ground muttering to himself, Dorothy observed for a while before approaching carefully, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I was just thinking about something."

Entering the [Sword World] and fighting with swordsmen, increasing his strength and causing all kinds of headaches, Mo Cheng wisely did not say anything about it.

Because once he said it, it would be very troublesome to explain, and Mo Cheng didn't know what excuses he had to find to make others believe that he was not talking in his sleep.

As if she believed what Mo Cheng said was fine, Dorothy didn't ask any questions and just sat next to Mo Cheng very naturally.

The distance between the two was so close that Mo Cheng could even feel the heat coming from Dorothy's skin.

Dorothy suddenly turned her head and looked at Mo Cheng. Although the wounds on his body had healed due to the [Siren Shell], the damaged clothes were still being repaired at a very slow speed.

Looking at the clothes that were still in great damage, Dorothy could intuitively see how much damage Mo Cheng had just suffered.

"He's covered in wounds like this again. He obviously didn't have to fight Mad King Dom just now."

He was complaining and feeling distressed. This was not the first time he saw the boy next to him covered in injuries.

Dorothy thought she would get used to it, but every time she knew that she couldn't get used to it.

"That guy Clara attacked you first, how could you let that guy Dom let you go just by saying a few words?" Mo Cheng rolled his eyes. For him, he would have to burn incense if he didn't attack first.

, there is no such thing as saying that after taking action against someone, you can still use words to reveal the world.

"And that guy Dom threatened me with your safety."

As soon as he mentioned this, Mo Cheng felt furious and couldn't help but clench his fists. "As for what he said, not chopping him up on the spot is because of my lack of ability, not my generosity."

"You mean...the reason why you fought Dom was because he used me to threaten you?"

He does not mean that.

Dorothy's voice was soft and murmuring. If he hadn't been so close, Mo Cheng might not have been able to hear clearly what the other party was saying.

Just like the shyness that is blown away by the wind.

"Yes." Without any hesitation or pause, as if it was a matter of course, Mo Cheng nodded and replied, "I said I would protect you. You will never hurt me in the slightest before I am beaten to pieces."

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