goddess of revolution

Chapter 1057 Tasmi's practice, call me Kamak
In the basement of the stone building of "Mercenary Manor" in Valentin North Fort, Tasmi practiced sword in the quiet room.

The quiet room here is separated by several layers of stone walls, and there are wooden stakes and iron puppets in the corners, all kinds of training equipment are available, and there is also a magic guide specially designed to help mercenaries feel the corresponding power, which makes Tasmi feel It is a crime not to upgrade yourself as soon as possible.

Now Tasmi also knows that the copper long sword in his hand is rubbish, the price of copper here is not much higher than ordinary copper, and the elf wood long sword in the quiet room is hundreds of times more expensive than his own sword.

However, he still practiced persistently with this sword. Apart from fighting, there are ways for a transcendent to advance.There are only systematic training methods in terms of divine arts and magic. No one has summarized and taught the promotion paths of warrior ranger druids and those extraordinary people of the night department.

The eldest sister also tried to make him change to a knight or paladin, but just memorizing those long and cumbersome gods and creeds gave him a headache, so he could only learn some swordsmanship and combat skills from the eldest sister.

"Three four five four, three four five five..."

Tasmi was sweating profusely, swinging the long sword with stiff arms, and had to swing five thousand swords every day, which was his unshakable task.

To be honest, he also has some doubts about this training method, but the old patriarch said when he taught him that only in this way can the sword be kept as a part of the body at any time, and then touch the spirit of fighting in this state, so as to acquire more skills and even Promotion, he can only believe it.Now that it's a habit, it's harder to let go.

"So why is it difficult for ordinary people to master extraordinary power? It is because the soul is tightly bound by flesh and blood, and it is difficult to get rid of surface substances such as flesh and blood."

A low and vague voice suddenly sounded from the bottom of my heart, stopping the long sword that Tasmi had just raised above her head.

The voice continued: "The body is the foundation of a mortal. Of course it is important to pay attention to the foundation. But only paying attention to the foundation is like walking and only staring at the feet. All the attention is paid to whether the steps of the two feet are the same. In the end, you will only understand Go around in circles. If you don’t believe me, you can try it, the difference between everyone is only the size of the circle.”

Sounds reasonable, but...

Tasmi tried her best to suppress the panic, and asked in her heart: "Who are you!? Is it the red devil's sorcery or the remnant soul!?"

The voice was silent for a moment, and then said: "Poor guy, you still regard the mortals of the Red Federation as liches or devils who can transfer souls. It seems that I have to give up on you."

Tasmi was a little ashamed. He did know that the so-called red devil was actually a mortal, but the inherent prejudice had not been eliminated.

It sounds like this voice has... a lot of background, and it would be a huge loss to be abandoned, so Tasmi hesitated for a while.

"Then who are you? Is it really not related to Chi... Lian?"

Tasmi is not an idiot. Hearing the "heart speech" again, he naturally understood that the last time was not a hallucination.But last time it happened to be at the scene of scavengers, and the red devil's assistant who was found cut off his hand, which feels very similar to the plot of many mirage dramas.

"Below me, all mortals are the same, Chilian people, imperial people, all are the same."

"My previous host was unlucky, and now I need a new host to complete the mission of saving the world."

"As for who I am, I can only tell you that I am an existence above you mortals."

Tasmi's eyes straightened, it really is such a plot!
"You, aren't you really the remnant soul of that red devil? Isn't she pretending?"

Of course, it is not so easy for Tasmi to believe: "Although the red devils are ordinary people, I heard that they have various life-saving skills, and they can even store their souls in other places like a lich. If I find someone with the ability to detect souls If people look at it, you should be able to reveal your true colors."

The voice was silent for a while, and Tasmi felt the palm of her hand start to heat up.

Then the voice said: "It's the first time I've seen such a mortal who dares to question or even threaten me. I'm interested in you again."

"Do you want someone to investigate? I won't stop it, but have you considered the consequences?"

"Others can't recognize my origin at all, they will only think that you have been impregnated with the power of red magic, and then..."

Tasmi's face turned pale, and then... was caught by the court for interrogation, corrected and even purified, and finally survived. It was the luckiest ending to be thrown into the mine to dig mines for a lifetime.

He began to panic: "You, why did you find me?"

That voice seemed to be separated from him by thousands of mountains and rivers, and it took a while to respond: "I said it, I chose you..."

Tasmi was still very vigilant: "Then you are going to say... boy, sign a contract with me, become... oh, in short, a great person, follow your instructions, and save the world?"

The voice paused for a while before saying: "You have already learned to answer quickly, but..."

It said in a disdainful tone: "You are not qualified yet, and I haven't completed your inspection yet."

Being looked down upon, Tasmi felt a little uncomfortable: "Sneaky, who knows what you can do, are you just nagging in my heart?"

The tone of that voice became calm again, without turning at all, which made Tasmi feel even more weird.

Just listen to it say: "I helped you yesterday..."

Tasmi's heart was shocked. Yesterday he was quick-witted and dealt with Grand Inquisitor Esdis. Not only did the other mercenaries admire him, but Ankalei and Xiili also looked at him with admiration.Xi Yili even said that he is not good at fighting, but his brain is very good, and of course he is more courageous.

He knew very well that he had never been so bold, and he had never been so smart.

He asked, "What did you do?"

The voice said: "It's nothing, just adjust your heartbeat and hormone secretion, eliminate your tension and panic, so that you can focus more on how to solve troubles. That kind of thing is totally worthless to me." carry."

Tasmi was overjoyed: "Then let me level up right away! Legend doesn't dare to think, it shouldn't be difficult to be promoted to level four and become a strong one, right?"

The tone of the voice was still flat: "I said, you are not qualified yet, and you really hope so?"

Tasmi faltered: "Of course not... I don't believe in the power that descends from the sky, so it's hard for me to trust you."

The voice said, "We don't trust each other. It's okay. Take it step by step, starting with your training."

Its tone suddenly changed, and it became extremely disdainful again: "If you continue to practice swords like this, I don't know if you can upgrade, but I can be sure that in seven or eight years at most, your two arms will be abolished."

Tasmi was speechless, he was muttering to himself.

The voice said again: "A mortal's physical strength has a limit, and it's very low. Extraordinary power comes from the soul. Although you are only a zero-level trainee, you can still be considered an extraordinary person. Don't you understand this truth?"

Tasmi said bitterly: "Of course I know, but apart from fighting, I don't know any other way to stimulate the power in my soul."

The voice said: "Battle is only used to test strength. It is very inefficient to use for training, especially if you do not master the correct and scientific methods. The real training is that every thought, even every breath and heartbeat, stimulates the soul power, it must have the right start.”

Tasmi subconsciously asked how to start.

"That starts with seeing the truth of the world..."

The voice was deeper, and Tasmi felt the heat in his palm: "Put aside distracting thoughts, and think about what your life has been filled with since childhood. Other people around you, as well as the earth, houses, air, Naturally, what kind of feelings are constantly giving you."

Guided by the voice, Tasmi's mind gradually calmed down, as if he had returned to his childhood, to the small mountain village he was determined to defend to the death.

The corners of his mouth turned up involuntarily, and his heart was full of sweetness: "Of course it's happiness, beauty and... happiness."

He could vaguely hear the beeping in his heart, the voice muttering about "switching routes", but he was focused on the past and didn't care.

The voice asked again: "Will such happiness exist forever?"

Sadness, anger, and even pain welled up in Tasmi's heart, and he replied, "Of course not, it's gone."

"You really hope to protect that kind of happiness with your own strength, don't you?"

"Yes, I came to the outside world just to save my hometown. Now, I have to find my friends and avenge them."

"Then how can we protect happiness?"

"I have no idea……"

"Shouldn't all evil be smashed and all evil destroyed?"

"Okay, it doesn't seem that simple..."

"Don't think so much, what if it can be done? Ask your heart, are you so eager? Every time you swing your sword, are you thinking that if every sword can kill a bad person, destroy a Bad thing, how good would that be?"

"Okay, it seems to be... Yes, I really think so!"

"Then be loyal to your heart, let your heart be filled with such longing, and then swing your sword with the belief that you can definitely do it."

"Is that all right?"

"Don't you still believe that if you work hard, you will succeed?"

"That's right...well, now that I know, I have to work hard in the right direction."

"I'm just pointing you in the right direction..."

Thinking that it would be okay to try, Tasmi swung the sword again.

Being constantly reminded by that voice, he gradually entered the state, as if there were really enemies and evil deeds in front of him.With every strike of his he wiped out his enemies, lit up the darkness like a torch, and scattered evil like a gnat.

He didn't feel much different from the usual sword swing, but there was some faint strength that made his arm no longer sore, and the sound of the wind slashing with the long sword became clearer.

In the micro-mob's field of vision beyond his perception, a little bit of extremely thin bright red light overflowed the sword body along the momentum of the sword, tracing the source of the light, it was the palm of his hand holding the hilt.

In his even more insensitive vision of the soul, a cloud of dark golden light on the palm of his hand is drawing out strands of extremely fine wine-red silk threads from his soul.This made his gloomy soul, with only a few strands of scarlet light wandering around, have an extra ray of brighter red light.

"It feels very, very good..."

After chopping a hundred swords, Tasmi gasped and said excitedly: "This is a good start, the right start."

He was tired, not in his arms, but in his heart, which was clearly a sign of aroused soul.

He said sincerely: "Thank you..."

Then he asked, "By the way, what should I call you?"

The pause of that voice was shorter and clearer than before, and it said lightly, "You can call me...Kamak."

It said again: "You are right, this is just the beginning, there is still a lot of thinking that needs to go deep into the soul..."

(End of this chapter)