Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 55 Excessive sense of crisis
Children like to hide near the haystacks, because the pale yellow straw leaves absorb the heat of most of the four seasons, and at the same time they are fluffy and fill the entire round container.Even if the outside is partially wet, it still feels warm to the touch from the outside.

The firelight was reflected in the children's pupils, and the swaying light deepened their smiles, and there was an old and evil look on their childish faces, as if it was completely wrong for them to cheer.

"Okay, there's a fire."

"What a big fire, bigger than the hearth of the master in the church."

"There are still screams inside."

The sparks floating out of the pit will ignite the haystacks, and the farmer's hard-working pile of firewood and materials for padding the pigsty will be completely reduced to ashes by this unintentional fire.

The children felt very fresh, and they even cheered and danced around the fire regardless of the adults' obstruction.

The fire was raging, and the scorched smoke was everywhere.

The firelight casts humanoid shadows, some in the center of the haystack.

"Mom, look there is someone in the haystack."

The fully burnt grass target slanted towards the sky, and it really looked like a desperate person looking at the sky full of fear.

Despair is the best fuel for combustion. The nearby dry grass burns very hot, and residents who are closer can feel their foreheads burning.

But they are even more fanatical than children, and the tools in their hands stab the haystack from time to time.A knowledgeable person will fiddle with the ash of nearby plants to allow the air to flow, and the flame will burn more intensely.

"Burn it, burn it, witches and wizards."

"God forbid, their souls must go to hell."

Men and women with pitchforks, with more malice in their hearts than the flames.

In the past few days, there have been a lot of burning firewood and straw targets in Fort Luzpiter, so much so that Ivan can smell a soaring smell of paste indoors.

He looked at the sky, and there was a small piece of red in the blue sky.

Ivan sniffed his nose, and a high-temperature smell that was different from other creatures appeared in the air, and it was replaced by a burnt smell after a while.

Anyone who often works in the kitchen should be able to imagine that the clumsy cook forgot to put the meat out of the stove, and in the end there was only a pile of dry, carbonized muscles like firewood.

The gravekeeper who was in charge of cleaning up the mess broke open the charcoal and could still see a bit of white bone marrow.

The gravekeeper shook his head. If he wanted to find the funeral objects of the dead, the leaders holding the torches had agreed to tell them to him, otherwise no one would be willing to deal with such a horrific scene.

Cuckoo, the toads jumped out of the ditch. They probably didn't expect the land environment to be so bad now, so they had to bring their friends back to the muddy pond.

When the residents burned this innocent woman, they would not have thought that this was the third case of a wizard burned to death this month.

When that hideous skeleton and black ashes are revealed together, people will only call it the evidence of some kind of wizard, not the embodiment of the evil of the heart.

The sense of crisis is a generally advantageous characteristic of biological groups.

For example, antelopes are afraid of lions, or babies are afraid of heights.

Some experiences are written in the genetic map of generations of ancestors.

The limbic system of the brain will cause organisms to have a stress response to the dangers in these genes - rapid secretion of adrenaline, rapid heart beating, subconsciously clenched fists, and then the signal will be transmitted to the brain, and then the danger will be felt and There is a feeling of fear.

Heredity endows the individuals of a race with certain common features, and the synthesis of all common features constitutes the endowment of the race.

However, when a certain number of individuals gather together in groups for the purpose of action, new psychological characteristics are produced in addition to the original racial characteristics.

The emotion most often born in human groups - fanaticism.

When they cannot explain the surrounding phenomena and are unable to resist positively, some illogical actions will appear.

In this era, many residents converted to Catholicism, and they often spared no effort in attacking Protestantism, including Lutheranism. It is worth thinking about how much reason and fanaticism there is.

Ivan is also a fanatic.

For he descended from a sane society.

Social exploitation has transformed him.

Just like a living person hidden in a zombie, if he wants to be undetected, or even live a good life, he must eat and kill people like other zombies.

Ivan believes in one thing very much, that is, God brought him to this era and gave him a golden finger that looks quite extraordinary. The intention is definitely not to let him come here to enjoy life and be a nobleman honestly of.

"The mysterious bird of destiny, descended to give birth to quotient."

"And I was born extraordinary."

His sense of crisis is that he is ordinary.

So as long as you can make yourself different, all other costs can be borne.

[Wizard's Hand] and [Reaction Muscle] have given Ivan good strength, but it's not enough. If a wave of corpses composed of ghouls is approaching, even he has to stay away.

"I have to be stronger."

The letters from the Bandit Gang placed on the table trembled slightly, and the turbid air in the room suddenly became violent as he exhaled violently through his mouth and nose.

The ambition in Ivan's eyes is constantly showing. He is like a tireless machine, reassembling the guillotine in the basement.

"The casting distance of [Sorcerer's Hand] is too short, only about five meters. If you can reach the level of taking someone's head from a thousand meters away, you can secretly destroy your enemies."

collapse, collapse.

The ax blade swings high in the air, making a terrifying sound as it swings from side to side.

Most of the mice in the cage seemed restless. They huddled in a corner of the small nest, and their hair was like a dropped shell, which doubled in size. People who didn't know it might think it was a cashmere ball used by textile workers.

Chirp chirp chirp.

Ivan was very happy.

He had used the guillotine before, so he felt he could still succeed this time.

The function of [soul sap] is to divide a completed soul into two or more soul bodies according to the physical state of the experimental subject, and the divided soul body has the characteristics of an invisible, movable inanimate object.

Lying on his back on the cold operating bed, the silver-white blade was aimed at the hip bone.

"It has to come down a little bit."

The wooden bed stood on the uneven ground, and it would shake a little bit when it encountered a slight vibration. The blue-black ax was like a heavy bronze clock doing pendulum motion on the wooden beam of the guillotine.

The thighs are bare, and the damp coolness of the room penetrates directly into the heart through the hair.

Ivan adjusted his position slightly, and then drank [Soul Juice].

Swish—[Wizard's Hand] pulled the rope.

The speed of the weapon breaking through the body was much faster than expected, and Ivan almost sat up.

However, the sweat on his forehead was quickly dried by the cold wind.

Something is cracked.

Those eyes had a meaning.

That means a deeper level of darkness and bloodlust, the ultimate state of man.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"No, it's not that it doesn't hurt anymore."

"The pain is still there, but the way I see it is different."

Ivan lay on his back on the operating table, allowing the blood to gush out from the base of his thighs, but his face was extremely indifferent, and in the end he looked at the mildew on the ceiling as if no one else was there, turning a blind eye to his own wound.

The blood is flowing, but it is not fatal yet.

When he felt that there were two more soul split bodies, he immediately sat up, took out a small knife from the tool cabinet next to him, and stabbed it directly into the thigh wound cut out by the ax blade.

Not once, twice.

Three times.

Ivan looked at the blood-stained scalpel in his hand, frowned, and whispered a few words: "There is still pain, which means that there is no problem with my nerve conduction."

"The split of the soul just now, it seems that something has changed."

"What is it, emotions, thoughts?"

"Now I can look at injury, death, and danger very calmly. Even if my closest friend in the previous life died in front of me, as long as it can bring me benefits, I will do it without hesitation."

He seemed puzzled.

The loss of some emotions creates a sense of nothingness in my heart.

Ivan closed his eyes, as if he was experiencing something.

Legend has it that when God created each creature, he would give each creature an advantage and a disadvantage. The advantage of human beings is wisdom. That wisdom can make God fearful when he sees the Tower of Babel, and the disadvantages are also obvious. Human beings are complex thinking.

It was because of the boring feelings of sympathy, fear, greed, and justice that Ivan did so many stupid things in the past.

Now he is different.

"My thinking has become clearer and my memory has improved."

"If that's the price of losing emotion, the outcome is obviously good."

Of course, there is a price.

Ivan's headache became more severe.

This is a problem that I have had since the beginning of time travel, and now the pain is even worse.

It's like something is wrong with the soul.

If it wasn't for the splitting of the soul, the brain's perception of pain was different, and it was impossible for Ivan to endure this pain.

He ignored the wounds on the extremities, directly moved on the dirt, and transplanted [Reaction Muscle] to his thigh, and then began to use [Meat Zhi Ling Powder] for treatment.

　The protagonist's current personality is a degenerated modern man

　　
　
(End of this chapter)