Chapter 2, The Hypnotic Necromancer
Slip was both angry and amused, his gloomy eyes fixed intently on Dong Yang, and he said with a sardonic smile: "Alright, the interlude is over. Your appearance will not change anyone's fate. All of you will..." Suddenly, the formidable necromancer felt as if the pair of black eyes before him had suddenly brightened, a flash like a dream, piercing straight into his heart.
Dong Yang smiled in a way that was very comforting: "Alright, I am going to sleep for a while. No one can disturb me; except for myself, no one can wake me up..."
Dong Yang slowly approached the Necromancer, his black eyes, seemingly smiling, fixed intently on Slirp's pale yellow irises. He continued without pause: "It is very quiet here, and no one will disturb me. I will refine your bodies and souls, and you will become a part of my power. However..." His tone remained gentle and warm. Speaking the words that Slirp wished to express, Slirp involuntarily followed him, reciting each word one by one. He continued without pause: "It is very quiet here, and no one will disturb me. I will refine your bodies and souls, and you will become a part of my power. However..." His tone remained gentle and warm. Speaking the words that Slirp wished to express, Slirp involuntarily followed him, reciting each word one by one.
This crystal ball contains the souls of more than ten bloodthirsty zombies under the command of Slip. In their previous lives, they were all formidable warriors, captured by Slip, their bodies transformed into bloodthirsty zombies, while their souls were imprisoned within the crystal ball
Dong Yang was momentarily taken aback, and Todd continued to chuckle, saying: "I once heard someone say that mental magic has long been lost, because mental mages do not rely on the master-disciple inheritance, but are chosen by the gods to be the inheritors of magic. Only those favored by the gods can become mental mages"
According to the customs of Razorland, since Slip is Dong Yang's captive, everything belonging to Slip is considered Dong Yang's spoils of war. Lord Todd exhausted all the bandages in the village to barely finish dressing his own wounds, and at this moment, he resembled a plump mummy, accompanying Dong Yang in inspecting Slip's personal belongings
In the magical planes, the intelligent beings, regardless of their race, derive all their thoughts and wisdom from their souls. Under the rules of the planes, they possess a hidden space within their bodies for the storage of their souls
A soulless being is undoubtedly the best habitat for evil spirits, so the mindless evil spirits rushed towards Dong Yang without hesitation, seeking to possess his body
There are still some wise races residing in the lofty mountains scattered across the continent, some of whom accept the rule of their respective empires, while others retreat deep into the mountains, refusing to be civilized
The evil spirits possess only instinct and no consciousness. The sole reason for their sudden attack on Dong Yang is that they have simultaneously set their sights on his body
He had not yet had time to think deeply when suddenly the villagers gathered around him. Although the simple villagers did not understand the process, they all realized that this outsider had saved the lives of the entire village, and they cheered loudly, "Achilles, Achilles..." For the first time in his life, Dong Yang was regarded as a hero by a group of non-mentally ill individuals, and he felt an immense joy, believing even more in his heart that he was an upright person, a pure person, someone who had transcended base interests. Cheering loudly, "Achilles, Achilles..." For the first time in his life, Dong Yang was regarded as a hero by a group of non-mentally ill individuals, and he felt an immense joy, believing even more in his heart that he was an upright person, a pure person, someone who had transcended base interests
Slip could only feel that the gaze before him was incredibly profound; a pair of eyes like black jewels instilled in him a desire to fall asleep. Deep down, he vaguely hoped that the young man's words would not cease, allowing him to follow along as he spoke. Upon hearing the young man's shift in tone, he involuntarily asked, "But what?"
After reaching the Holy Rank, spiritual mages are collectively referred to as the Great Prophets, regarded as the individuals closest to the deities in the world
Master Sleep, locked in the cellar, turned over and mumbled a few words in his sleep, still sweetly and drooling as he slept
Monsters like evil spirits cannot survive long in the air. Without the protection of the aura of the undead, they will frantically attack any living being. If it were not for the fortunate presence of a soulless little lunatic, not a single person in Horseshoe Village would survive.
With a snap, Dong Yang closed his mouth, his upper and lower jaws clashing together fiercely. As soon as he regained his mobility, the little neurotic felt the power surging within his body, the physical strength of over a dozen bloodthirsty zombies and the spiritual power of more than a dozen malevolent spirits. The abundant vitality coursing through him made him eager to smash stones and chop down trees; the unprecedented sense of strength compelled Dong Yang to constantly remind himself: Stay calm, stay calm, I have delusions, not mania.
The villagers gathered around Dong Yang, watching the commotion, had already turned into a chaotic scene, crying and fleeing in all directions. The Mummy Elder also wanted to run, but the bandages on his body were too tight; as soon as he took a step, he fell to the ground. He was standing right next to Dong Yang, and when he fell, he inadvertently pushed Dong Yang away with a slap. The little neurotic instinctively shouted in Tianjin dialect, "Who the hell pushed me!"
After an indeterminate amount of time, this group of restless undead gradually faded away
All the villagers behind him gasped in astonishment, as Lord Todd had transformed into a bloodied figure. Ignoring the cracked skin all over his body, he cautiously approached the necromancer. After confirming that he had completely fallen into an unawakenable slumber, he jumped up, grinning widely, and embraced the young man, exclaiming with delight: "My goodness... young man, your honor... you have actually caused a necromancer to fall into an eternal slumber of books!" After saying this, the wise and worldly Lord Todd suddenly remembered something, swallowed hard, and shouted with excitement: "My goodness... young man, your honor... you have actually caused a necromancer to fall into an eternal slumber of books!" After saying this, the wise and worldly Lord Todd suddenly remembered something, swallowed hard, his tone filled with astonishment and disbelief: "This... this is a mental attack. Oh, praise our god, Lord Achilles, it turns out you are a master of mental magic!"
To the east of the continent lies a forest empire ruled by elves; in the western mountainous region of the continent is a prosperous empire jointly ruled by dwarves and earth elementals. Additionally, there exists a powerful force in this realm: the Dragon Domain, an isolated archipelago where all the radiant dragon kin reside, seldom interacting with the outside world
Mental magic stands out uniquely among various magical sequences, forming its own system. Its execution does not rely on elemental forces; rather, it is the mage's immensely powerful soul force that directly launches attacks on the mental level. Due to the swift activation of mental magic and its unpredictable nature in terms of attacks, it is universally recognized by the continent's mages as the king of all magic. However, in this plane, the sequence of mental magic has long since vanished for over a thousand years, and people's understanding of mental magic is derived solely from legends and stories.
Dong Yang possesses only a single thick neural strand emblazoned with the "Delusion" logo, devoid of any soul, and lacking both the space and channels to accommodate a soul. A dozen malevolent spirits enter Dong Yang's body, yet they find neither a space to inhabit nor the ability to seize control of Dong Yang's form. When they attempt to escape from Dong Yang's body once more, they realize that they have become entangled with his flesh and blood.
However, with the bandages of the mummy, it couldn't even lift its hand, let alone catch the crystal ball. Under the astonished gazes of Dong Yang and Lord Todd, the black crystal ball magnificently smashed to the ground
Dong Yang was also taken aback; was that it? In his view, he had just completed the preparatory stage for hypnosis when his elder brother suddenly collapsed to the ground. Was this too cooperative? He still did not understand that magicians possess superhuman perception. The more outstanding the magician, the stronger their perception of the external world. Only in this way can they communicate with the elements at any time and summon them for battle. The true significance of hypnosis lies in the psychological suggestion of the practitioner, which guides the perception of the hypnotized individual into the spiritual realm. Those with more delicate and sensitive perceptions are more easily hypnotized. He still did not understand that magicians possess superhuman perception. The more outstanding the magician, the stronger their perception of the external world. Only in this way can they communicate with the elements at any time and summon them for battle. The true significance of hypnosis lies in the psychological suggestion of the practitioner, which guides the perception of the hypnotized individual into the spiritual realm. Those with more delicate and sensitive perceptions are more easily hypnotized.
But I am too nervous and too tired. What is it that makes me so exhausted? Is it those damned enemies and foolish judges? Relax a little, it is very safe here, lift that little curse, an ant cannot harm a dragon.
The alien Dong Yang and the intelligent beings of this dimension have a fundamental difference: Dong Yang does not possess a soul
A stout man, covered in strips of cloth, responded with a sound of agreement, excitedly running into the courtyard. He knelt at the entrance of Dong Yang, raising his voice: "Lord Achilles, please allow me to become your follower! Todd swears by the honor of a knight that I will defend your dignity with my life; your gaze is the direction in which my sword points"
Dong Yang was suddenly taken aback; Todd's description was precisely what is defined as the symptoms of delusional schizophrenia on Earth! ... Dong Yang pondered in a daze: So it turns out I ... ? ... am a great prophet?
All of you will inevitably become a shameful and humble existence in your resentment; is this not a fact that makes you feel discontented? Yet none of you can escape it, for even your discontent will become my strength. Suddenly, Dong Yang changed his tone from one of anger to a gentle, pleasant, and even somewhat drowsy tone, interrupting Slip's words.
The fear and fatigue of the day caused this small mountain village to fall into a deep slumber early, leaving only the newly empowered little neurotic wide awake. The mental energy of a dozen malevolent spirits allowed him to keenly perceive everything around him. As long as he wished, nothing happening within a radius of several dozen meters could escape his mental tendrils. Now, he sat under the lamp, pondering while scribbling on paper. Suddenly, he put down the quill in his hand and shouted fiercely at the window, "Who is it? Show yourself!"
Dong Yang curled his lips and thought to himself: "Damn, this is hypnosis! A standard deep suggestion hypnosis technique!" He had not seen any records about "mental magic" in books, and casually remarked: "Hehe, mental magic! Sounds good!"
Slip was momentarily taken aback; this gentle voice made him feel an overwhelming sense of familiarity. The brief half-sentence even gave him the sensation of having expressed his innermost thoughts, and he unconsciously followed the young man with black hair in conversation.
The evil spirits circled the zombie's body for a moment before soaring high once again. The originally mist-like bodies had become much clearer, resembling a group of tadpoles with fangs, large heads, and small tails. Meanwhile, the zombies rapidly withered and collapsed, ultimately transforming into a pile of eerie white bones
Humans, barbarians, orcs, elves, goblins, dwarves, and many other intelligent races coexist on this land known as the Razor Continent
This is also a habit formed by the little neurotic at Wujiayao, where a younger brother follows him at all times, ready to catch various items he casually tosses.
A dozen or so malevolent spirits, having just acquired zombie powers, suddenly howled as they swooped down from all directions towards Dong Yang. Before Dong Yang even had time to blink, with a thunderous crash, several eerie shadows plunged into his small frame all at once
Lord Todd is also quite busy; he has long since drafted an official document to report to his superiors: they have captured the demon Slirp, and he has also discovered a psychic mage
In addition, it is said that there are several underground cities inhabited by black dragons and fallen races, yet no one has ever found them. The far west of the continent is a vast desert, the far north is covered by ancient ice fields, and the far east is a lifeless mossy wilderness
With a thud, the necromancer fell to the ground, sweetly drifting into slumber. The zombies behind him stood motionless, without his command, staring blankly to the side
The world that Dong Yang traverses is one of swords and magic... um... and it is also a world without delusions
Slip was bound hand and foot by the villagers and thrown into the cellar of Dongyang's house while the group of zombies created by the necromancer stood motionless like a group of wooden stakes in the open space
Slip's gaze gradually became distant: "... Yes, I was too nervous." As he spoke, he raised his hand and gently traced another magical symbol in the air, lifting the curse from Lord Todd.
Dong Yang suddenly felt as if his blood were boiling, wanting to scream in agony, but his throat was so dry that not a sound could escape. Every bone and muscle in his body felt as if they were swelling, yet his entire body was completely stiff, unable to move even a fraction.
In the eyes of the villagers who were busy fleeing, this detail transformed into the brave Lord Achilles, charging forth against the vengeful spirits that devoured the chosen, shouting luminous incantations as he boldly advanced.
Lord Todd replied with a charming smile, "Of course, mental magic is the king of all spells! You can easily defeat high-level magicians, could it be... Oh my God! You are the Great Prophet!"
Dong Yang's mind was not on this; he was still carefully considering how to deal with the "Wujiayao lackey" who was lying on the ground snoring. He casually replied, "Oh, a favored one? How can one tell if someone is a favored one?"
At the center of the continent lies the vast plain, flanked by two powerful human empires: the Flame Empire to the north and the Sun Empire to the south, which is associated with Ma Ti Village. The only mountain range on the thousand-mile plain serves as the watershed between the two great human empires
The fragile crystal ball shattered in an instant, and the once sunny little mountain village was suddenly filled with terrifying howls. Dozens of mindless specters, driven only by the urge to kill, surged with a ghastly aura, swiftly rushing towards the bloodthirsty zombie standing motionless not far away. That was the body they had in life, now transformed into a malevolent spirit whose soul could no longer merge with the body. However, it could still extract most of its physical power from the original body.
Dong Yang's hypnosis skills are certainly not to be underestimated. Before implementing the "prison break" plan, he conducted an experiment on his subordinates. Dong Yang said: "This is a large orchard." The subordinates sang in unison: "We are the pests..."
Dong Yang did not understand either. He held the crystal ball and studied it for half a day, even feeling an impulse to lick it to determine whether it was sweet or salty. However, since Lord Todd was looking at him with admiration, he managed to resist. Finally, he raised his head and confidently said to Todd: "Evil!" After saying this, he casually threw the crystal ball to the mummy.
The Mummy shook his head; to him, the magician was a powerful and mysterious being, and everything related to them was beyond the comprehension and imagination of ordinary people
No, it was not an interruption; rather, it was a seamless continuation of the necromancer's words. The villagers looked at Dong Yang in astonishment, unsure why he suddenly chose to speak in such a manner. If it were not for their overwhelming fear, they would have long since taken a shovel to this lunatic's head.
The thoughts and wisdom of Earth's organisms have gradually formed through billions of years of evolution. Within the bodies of Earthlings, there is no existence of a soul. Although during the long process of evolution, Earth's intelligence was influenced by some magical beings that visited by chance, it also believed that there exists something called a soul within their bodies. However, in reality, those legends do not correspond with the facts.
Todd cast a slightly awkward glance at Dong Yang. Seeing that he showed no signs of displeasure, he continued, "Well... I've heard that great prophets favored by the gods often share a common trait: they frequently utter statements that others consider nonsensical. However, it ultimately proves that everything they say comes to pass. Therefore, in ancient times, nations would search far and wide for such individuals—those who spoke with utmost seriousness about things that others deemed the ramblings of madmen!" At the same time, Todd suddenly realized that Dong Yang, during his year in the village, had been talking about divine dogs and three-eyed gods. It turned out... Dong Yang was a great prophet!
As for the area beyond the mainland, it is only the sea, which has long been occupied by sea monsters since ancient times. In the deep sea regions, a toxic mist lingers year-round, making it impossible for any ships or creatures to pass through
Dong Yangzheng held a jet-black crystal ball, examining it with great interest. He had never seen such an object on Earth; it was both dark and shiny, feeling icy to the touch, with a dark red aura swirling restlessly within the ball. Dong Yang turned to the sheriff and asked, "Lord Todd, what exactly is this thing?"
The overflowing elements of death within the crystal ball will cause these souls to lose their sanity, becoming bloodthirsty and frenzied. Only in this way can the bodies of these souls, in their former lives, transform into powerful zombies, serving their master for eternity