Chapter 320 God said: Let there be light
With just a wave of his hand, he killed two [Hero]-level masters. Their deaths were horrific and their bodies were mutilated.
"Do you want to come with me intact, or do you want me to tear you into pieces and take you away?"
Mo Cheng tilted his head to look at Walkley. His mission did not require him to bring back a living person after death. The minimum requirement was to keep the head intact. Bringing a living person back was to show his strength. It was more difficult to capture alive than to kill. It was also a test to see if there were any extra rewards for highly completed tasks.
Although the system did not issue any additional tasks, Mo Cheng still remembered the [reward] he received after passing Martha's test before entering the dungeon for the first time - a bone claw that could be transformed into an [attack claw].
Of course, it doesn’t matter if Walkley doesn’t intend to cooperate. The seventh-level masters have quite a bit of experience, and it is acceptable to take the experience and bring back a head.
Facing Mo Cheng's question, Walker answered with action.
It was impossible for him to follow Mo Cheng back to Fairhaven. Queen Caroline would not tolerate traitors, and the nobles involved would not allow him to bite back. The only outcome if he went back would be death.
For the sake of his own life, Walkley dragged Mo Cheng into the [torture chamber] without hesitation.
He concluded that Mo Cheng must have used a secret burst method to kill the two enemies, and he should be in a weak period at this time. Otherwise, the other party would never ask him in a nice tone whether he wanted to go back. When he had an absolute advantage in strength, if it were Walkley, he would never say too much nonsense, but would quickly kill the people who needed to be killed to complete the task.
Not to mention, when Mo Cheng appeared, that sentence had already made Walkley clearly understand that the enemy in priest robes in front of him was definitely not one of the benevolent clergy of the Church of Light.
After pulling Mo Cheng's spirit into the [torture chamber], Walkley unreservedly pushed his abilities to the limit. Just as Prince Charlie said, Walkley concealed some of his own abilities.
It is true that the [Torture Chamber] can only capture one person at a time, and it is also true that only about 5% of the damage suffered in the spiritual world is fed back to the physical body. However, the key point that Walkley concealed is that he can open [Multi-threading].
At the same time, if Walkley's mental strength can support it, he can copy and split the opponent's mind, and carry out 72 hours × N extreme torture. When each spirit that has suffered 72 hours of torture in the torture chamber returns to the body, the damage that breaks out is enough to cause fatal damage in an instant.
When entering the [torture chamber], the enemy will see the most terrifying scene in front of them, and then the enemy will suffer countless tortures in this horrible memory. After all, recalling painful memories, or even deepening such memories, is also a form of torture.
Walkley was ready. He would do his best to split Mo Cheng's mind, so that after the torture was over, his body would instantly suffer fatal injuries.
At the same time, Walkley had even thought of an escape route. He was not the kind of person who would completely leave his life to others. He had arranged several escape routes long before leaving Fairhaven.
Apart from Fairhaven, it is basically impossible for him to encounter a strong interception with his strength.
The only obstacle now is Mo Cheng, who is suspected to have entered a weak period.
but……
"What's going on?! "
In the [torture chamber], Walkley did not see any memory of fear, nor did he see anything.
In fact, there was only darkness before his eyes.
It was absolute darkness, with no distinction between up and down, left and right, and one could not feel anything. Even whether one existed in this darkness was a difficult question to answer.
Where is this?
Why is this person's spirit so dark?
Doubt, confusion, and even a hint of fear that even Walkley couldn't detect.
Because of his abilities, he had witnessed the spirits of too many people, and had also witnessed the fear of too many people, so much so that he once thought that he had lost the emotion of fear.
But today, facing this darkness that came from nowhere, he once again experienced what fear is.
There is no light, no existence, and even no [self].
The oldest and strongest human emotion is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear comes from the unknown.
When faced with the incomprehensible "unknown", Walkley felt the feeling of "fear" for the first time in a long time.
At the same time, a consciousness, or a piece of information, entered Walkley's mind.
【In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. 】
[The earth was without form and void; darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the surface of the waters.]
Walkley seemed to feel that there was something in the darkness.
An existence that cannot be looked at directly and cannot be understood is walking on the dark water.
Then he heard a sentence, a language he had never heard before, the first voice in this dark world:
“%￥￥%”
Hebrew: "Let there be light."
【God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. 】
The endless light drove away the darkness, illuminated the world, and at the same time completely .
His spirit could not bear the extremely pure light of God that illuminated the darkness.
In reality, Walkley simply glared at Mo Cheng, then he lost all his strength and fell to the ground.
His body had lost all evidence that he was alive, and no matter who came, they could only give the answer that Walkley was dead.
Mo Cheng did not approach Walkley due to his abnormal death. Instead, he seemed to be attracted by something and took off the Bible hanging around his waist.
Turning to the first page, the first three paragraphs of the Book of Genesis were shining with light. That was the light of holy light, as if the holy light formed fonts and appeared on the pages.
"I knew that idealistic skills would most likely have unknown problems."
Like a complaint, or as if he had expected it, Mo Cheng hung the Bible back around his waist and looked at Walkley's body, "What should I do with this thing?"
Walkley was dead. Not only could he not extract his memories from his brain cells, he couldn't even call his soul back by asking a necromancer. To some extent, it seemed that his mission could not be completed.
"Forget it, let's pass on the blame first. The three [Heroes] on the opposite side were extremely powerful. In order to prevent Walkley from escaping, I risked my life to stop them. I fought one against three and was seriously injured. In the end, I killed the enemy with my passion."
Instead of dwelling too much on Walkley's death, Mo Cheng focused his attention on his own panel.
Looking at the skills above, Mo Cheng suddenly sighed, "Sure enough, the performance in the game and the reality are two different things."
