MTL - Returning From Level 900-Chapter 377 Why do masters cast spells

For normal tower climbers, there are only two types of creatures in the tower: progress and non-progress.

This mentality of looking at numbers in general has no additional emotional ups and downs at all.

Just like playing a game of fighting monsters and upgrading, there is no pity for those monsters who are destined to die under the knife and represent experience.

No amount of death will ever use the word "innocent".

before that.

Wang Wen is also a normal tower climber, and he also treats the creatures in the tower in the same way.

There is no mercy, and there is no sense of innocence.

As long as it is convenient for customs clearance.

Even doing something extra is just to test some item or rule.

Even open [Heaven and Human Unity] to devour the whole world.

Although that world is only filled with ice and snow, platypus monsters and island-sized fish.

Two lives are enemies, but they are not guilty of death.

The platypus monster and the world of ice and snow have perished together.

The big fish on the island swallowed Wang Wen and was blown up by the power of heaven and earth.

If Wang Wen didn't kill it with his own hands, he couldn't get rid of it.

But his heart never had the slightest turbulence.

Plus the "progress" that devoured the world and died in the superpower empire for "filling baskets" and increasing the number of skills used in the later period.

Or the many bugs that died in the bug room to earn points.

In Wang Wen's heart, he could not be called innocent.

It's just some data that adds experience to him like in the game.

But.

Now.

The world in front of him is not that powerful, or even a weak world.

His mood changed.

I began to feel that these weak and helpless beings forced to become lifeforms without knowing their progress were somewhat innocent and pitiful.

Especially under such a coincidental plague, people die in large numbers.

As if fate was never in their own hands.

Living, for them, is never something that can be achieved by hard work.

Depends on the level.

They were alive until the tower climbers showed up.

Once they become the progress of the tower climbers, they will be harvested in pieces without knowing it.

perhaps.

in their perspective.

Famines and plagues are but inevitable disasters.

When things came to an end, they could only reluctantly scolded "thief god".

But I don't know that these disasters are probably just "difficulty" under certain rules.

Difficulty is high.

Tower climbers are a big deal if they fail to get out of the tower.

The "progress" that has died can only be buried in the cold ground and slowly decay.

He didn't even know why he died.

I thought that the "thief god" was blind, and instead of rectifying corrupt officials, he would only take action against ordinary people who were suffering constantly.

This feeling is terrible.

Wang Wen can even think of himself.

Whether he has been living in the "levels" of others, his future death is also because he has become a kind of "progress".

and everyone in the world.

you me him.

It's all "progress" without knowing it.

A war, a natural disaster, or a plague.

Who can tell that these are just accidents and not some kind of "level rules"?

At least in the world in front of them, they don't know the **** people who die one after another.

to die so cheaply.

So ignorant.

Thinking of this, Wang Wen was greatly touched.

There has been a small change in mentality.

This transformation seems to be subconscious, maybe even he didn't realize it.

He sympathized with these innocent, helpless, and ignorant lives, and felt a little sadness for this manipulated fate.

To this end, they used the few [Heaven and Human Unity], just to eliminate or reduce the lethality and contagion of the plague.

He also specially picked an uninhabited open space to devour the world.

Especially considering that staying in one place for too long may cause continental plate movement and other natural disasters, and from time to time change places to devour the power of heaven and earth. swallowed in certain areas.

Pick areas that are less prone to problems as much as possible.

Such as those rivers blocked by sediment or raised riverbeds and lakes.

The sediment is swallowed, the river water becomes clear, the water storage capacity of the river and lake increases, and the probability of flooding is reduced.

When the gray tornado that implements the world appears in the eyes of thousands of farts.

Those who contracted the plague were surprised to find that their bodies seemed to be much more relaxed.

In the blink of an eye, so many previously distressing symptoms had vanished.

If it weren't for the residual inertia comparison, they even thought they had never gotten sick.

Coupled with the large-scale opening of warehouse gates in major capitals and cities, large-scale grain distribution.

Even the stomach is filled with really full grains.

The people under the plague seem to be healthier than they were before the plague.

They prostrate themselves on the ground to thank the mighty Emperor for his grace, and by the way, they secretly bowed to a rumor that had been quietly spreading recently in their hearts.

On the steps outside the high hall of the Imperial Palace.

The young emperor also followed the middle-aged man's gaze to see the gray line that reached the sky.

I just heard the middle-aged man whispering in an unbelievable voice: "I once heard the villagers who cooked porridge under the master's hands in Qiecheng talking about the master's self-proclaimed devil who takes servants. If the gray line in the sky was closer, it would be somewhat similar to the towering tornado they said."

The youth's voice was a little hesitant: "Could it be that the masters are casting spells? After playing all over the bordering countries in the south, south, north, and west, there are no experts who have formally cast spells. Why is it now?"

Speaking of here.

The two people standing on the steps seemed to have a flash of thunder in their hearts.

They looked at each other in unison: "No, no?"

As if to answer their guesses.

There was a fast horse emergency report in front of the palace.

Approaching the main hall, the visitor dismounted and staggered to pass the information to the servant.

The inner servant listened to the words of the person who came.

He sprinted towards the main hall.

The speed is so fast that it seems to use light energy and true energy.

In a few breaths, the information was presented to the young emperor who had been waiting anxiously for a long time and even took the initiative to run down the steps regardless of his identity.

The young man took the information and couldn't wait to check it out.

The ear listened to the servant's brief report: "The disease of the neighboring government is rapidly relieving, and a large number of people suffering from the disease express that the pain is relieved and the body is restored to health!"

As the confidant of the youth's confidant, the middle-aged Martial Saint has long been allowed to avoid any state affairs.

At this time, I heard the report of the servant.

The middle-aged man was shocked, and the guess in his heart became more and more certain.

The back seemed to have an electric current running up to the top of his head, and his hands, feet and limbs exploded with a feeling of numbness.

He rushed all the way to the table and grabbed the full table of memorials in a frenzy.

Every time he spreads out a memorial, his eyes and fingers look for the text in sync, and he repeats in his mouth: "East, West, Hedao, Inland, Bancheng, Zhannanfu!"

Spread out one by one, covering the entire table, and even the ground at the foot of the table is covered with fallen paper.

Wait until the middle-aged Wu Sheng followed to the table with a solemn expression.

The young man grabbed the scattered memorials in both hands, stared at the gray line outside the temple door with red eyes, and said with a trembling voice: "It's everywhere! Diseases spread all over the world! How is it possible? How is it possible!"

The middle-aged Wu Sheng frowned, and words that even he could not believe came out of his mouth: "The master is using his own strength to save the world!"

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