Chapter 765: A failed art student started a passionate speech in a beer hall
When Mo Cheng opened his eyes, the world he saw was already different.
Is this the nth hero template he has completed?
[Invoker], [Dragon Knight], [Faceless Void], [Juggernaut]...
As vision penetrated into the microscopic realm, the world in front of his eyes began to operate according to basic rules, and consciousness began to operate at a limit beyond that of ordinary things. Just a moment after opening his eyes, Mo Cheng's spirit began to touch a certain boundary.
A boundary that distinguishes between humans and gods.
Mo Cheng's eyelids were half closed, his mind and thoughts were all immersed in thoughts. Countless thoughts subsided in an instant, and no thoughts arose.
At the same time, he visualized his past image with his mind, and saw the [Great Killer Monk] sitting cross-legged on a blood-colored lotus platform. Below the lotus platform were mountains of corpses and a sea of blood. Countless lives had fallen in the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood.
Bones piled up on the ground, skulls formed a mountain, and bones formed a forest. Human hair turned into felt, and human flesh rotted into dust. Human tendons were tangled on trees, dry and charred, shining like silver. It was truly a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and it was indeed smelly and unpleasant.
There is a sea of blood under the Lion Camel. Countless ghosts stretch out their hands to try to escape from the sea of blood, but every time a wave hits, those ghosts will be drawn into the endless sea of suffering again, with no way to escape.
In the sea of blood, one can only see the eighteen hells of Yama, where people are trapped in the cycle of reincarnation with no way out.
All the dead souls can only continue to reincarnate in this sea of suffering and hell and can never be liberated, because there is no six realms of reincarnation in this place, and even less "compassion".
[The Killing Monk] opened his tightly closed eyes slightly, and in an instant the sea of blood calmed down, the dead souls were silent, and all visible and invisible things were suppressed.
Together with Mo Cheng's certain "thing" that improved too quickly after he completed 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 already reached the limit of demigod, and even the spirit has surpassed the level of [mortal]."
"By the time you reach the fifth hero template, you can be sure that you have surpassed the ordinary."
It is definitely not a difficult task for Mo Cheng to complete another hero template, it is just a matter of time.
But Mo Cheng was a little worried. What he was worried about was not any other problem, but the several hero templates in his body, including strength, agility, intelligence, etc., and the sources of their abilities were also different.
The most important thing is that although Mo Cheng had a similar experience in [Foreign Land], the system of [Foreign Land] is not the same as the plug-in he has now.
He wasn't quite sure what the difference was between the two.
It can be said that since obtaining this system, Mo Cheng has simply and roughly converted the skills and strength he has acquired, and uses his first-person perspective to judge what kind of enemy he can kill.
"and……"
As if thinking of something, Mo Cheng couldn't help but sigh, "Suddenly, there are more troubles."
Mo Cheng shook his head and threw his worries out of his mind. If it was in the [Foreign Land], players who seriously tried to achieve godhood would need to take many things into consideration.
Sects, doctrines, beliefs, bases, even believers, and other miscellaneous matters are countless. According to Mo Cheng's memory, those players who took the path of becoming gods through faith already had a team that prepared everything before taking the final step.
Mo Cheng didn't know much about the path of becoming a god through faith. After all, he was just an independent person at that time. At most, he had some friends who he got along with. It was obvious that the path of becoming a god through faith was not suitable for him.
"I can't become a dragon god, otherwise there will be more trouble. And the next hero template, tsk..."
Considering the reputation of dragons among the gods, and the fact that there are many races in many planes that have experienced wars in ancient times and thus suffered from PTSD, if Mo Cheng dared to say that he really wanted to become a god, and become a dragon god, he would be surrounded and beaten by countless races and gods in minutes.
The situation is similar to the fact that after World War II, art academies no longer refused to admit Austrian candidates, and that speeches were banned in German beer halls.
If he became the racial god of the dragons, then in the eyes of other races and gods, he would basically be the same as a failed art student giving a passionate speech in a beer hall.
Maybe it will be later, for example, if a non-aggression treaty has been signed with a country that does not border it.
Moreover, for the next hero template, Mo Cheng has already decided to invest all the resources at hand into the [Monkey King] template, giving priority to completing it.
But these things should be thought about and solved later.
…
Seeing Mo Cheng open his eyes and sit on the ground mumbling to himself, Dorothy observed for a while before approaching carefully, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I was just thinking about something."
Mo Cheng wisely did not say anything about entering the [Sword Realm] and fighting with swordsmen, which increased his strength while causing all kinds of headaches .
Because once he said it, it would be very troublesome to explain, and Mo Cheng didn't know what excuse to make to make others believe that he was not talking in his sleep.
Dorothy seemed to believe what Mo Cheng said that everything was fine, so she didn't ask any more questions and just sat next to Mo Cheng very naturally.
The distance between the two was very close, Mo Cheng could even feel the heat coming through Dorothy's skin.
Dorothy suddenly turned her head and looked at Mo Cheng. Although his wounds had healed due to the [Siren Shell], his torn clothes were still being repaired at a very slow pace.
Looking at the clothes that were still badly damaged, Dorothy could clearly see the extent of the damage Mo Cheng had suffered just now.
"He's covered in wounds again. He didn't have to fight Mad King Dom just now."
He was complaining and feeling distressed at the same time. This was not the first time he saw the boy next to him covered in wounds.
Dorothy thought she would get used to it, but every time she knew she couldn't.
"Klana attacked you first. How could you let Dom go just by saying a few words?" Mo Cheng rolled his eyes. To him, it would be a blessing if the other party didn't make the first move. There was no such thing as being able to overturn the situation with words after the other party had made the first move.
"And that Dom guy threatened me with your safety."
When talking about this, Mo Cheng felt angry and couldn't help clenching his fists. "Based on what he said, I didn't chop him into pieces on the spot. It's my incompetence, not my generosity ."
"You mean to say...the reason you fought Dom was because he threatened you with me?"
The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously.
Dorothy's voice was so soft and thin that if Mo Cheng hadn't been close to her, he might not have been able to hear clearly what she was saying.
Just like the shyness that blows away in 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. Before I am beaten to pieces, you will never be hurt at all."
