CH 179

What the hell is this?

Rode finally experienced what it meant to be "struck by the opening thunder".

Dreams have always been his private domain, and there has never been any real visitor.

Theodore is the first.

But why is everyone else a soul fire? Are you a spiritual body?

Everyone else can only stay quietly on the soul altar, sealed within the crystal wall. Why can you move around?

And besides one person, no one else has autonomous consciousness, and no one can observe dreams. Why can you?

Rode couldn't believe his eyes. He even left the dream and entered again.

But the spirit of the dean was still there, even running up to him and examining him carefully.

"...A very peculiar spiritual body, almost the same as me... It's really amazing, the legend is actually true."

Rode cautiously took a step back and looked up at the spirit formed by the white mist, asking with a complicated tone:

"Your Excellency Dean... Is it you? Are you okay?"

The spirit showed a familiar smile, although it appeared somewhat vague in the faint mist, the familiar feeling remained unchanged.

"It's me, little Rode, don't be afraid... My soul is very special. After multiple modifications, I have once consumed the only spring of immortality, possessing some immortal characteristics. Only by completely destroying the soul will I face death. I didn't expect your Dark Devourer to have the effect of soul-snatching."

"It is because of this that you can see me like this."

Is there such a thing?

Then am I carrying an old man with me?

But the dream is connected to my mind. Will he be able to peek into my thoughts? Then how can I watch Olivia's goddess movies in the future? How can the girls spend the night with me?

Rode felt very complicated, but overall, the emotion of ecstasy still dominated.

"Your Excellency Theodore, what is your current situation? Does the corruption still exist?"

Theodore pondered for a moment. "It seems to be a very special spiritual state. The corruption in the soul seems to have dissipated with my death, and the loss of control in the spirit has also disappeared."

Rode exclaimed with joy, "Then can you be resurrected? For example, I can create a new body for you, and you can possess it again. In this way, a brand new top-level combatant will return."

The spirit of Theodore shook his head slightly.

"Little Rode, you don't understand enough about the soul. In the system of the soul, the soul is the carrier, possessing all power and energy. It is the essence of the soul."

"The spirit is the will, our thoughts, thinking, and self. The extension of the spirit is the mind, which determines our characteristics."

"The spirit and the soul are inseparable. Most abilities that plunder the soul essentially destroy the soul to absorb fragments of the soul body. But your Dark Devourer is different. It can plunder the soul in a special way, but it is still incomplete and will still divide and change the state of the soul."

"This change is irreversible, just like a cow. When you cook it, it is removed from the ranks of life. The soul is the same. The true soul only exists in its body."

"I can only be considered as a collection of consciousness, with no possibility of resurrection."

Theodore paused for a moment and continued.

"Of course, you may be able to create a new Theodore with these remnants, but that is definitely not me, and the cost will be countless times greater than cultivating ten powerful individuals like Theodore."

Rode was very disappointed.

He originally thought of a brilliant idea—to kill all the dying powerhouses and resurrect them one by one. In this way, no one would die anymore, and humanity could multiply endlessly.

But obviously, besides the true gods, no one can do such a thing.

The spirit of Theodore smiled slightly, as if he had no disappointment at all about not being able to be resurrected.

"Little Rode, I really didn't expect you to possess this legendary existence. No wonder you are so special, so different..."

Rode's heart moved and hurriedly asked, "Your Excellency Theodore, do you know what this dream is?"

"I have seen its existence in the oldest legends in a document. I thought it was just a legend, but I didn't expect it to be true... But I'm sorry, little Rode, I can't tell you."

"Why?"

"The dream restrains my existence. It is trying to make me return to the right path. Maybe my existence cannot last too long, but it doesn't matter. You can search for relevant documents in the Great Library and personally uncover the secrets of this dream."

Rode's heart suddenly sank, "What? Are you going to disappear?"

"Um, I'm not sure, but it doesn't matter. What's important is that I seem to have been considered as part of the dream, and the dream is a part of your soul. So, you should be able to sense my existence in your mind."

Rode's heart skipped a beat, "Are you saying..."

Theodore showed that gentle smile again.

"That's right, just like the buildings in the dream, you can use my abilities and utilize me in battle."

Rode quickly understood what Theodore meant.Isn't this the same as "Soul Eye" or "Soul Strike"?

They are all skills bestowed upon him by the Soul Altar, and Rode is naturally able to use them.

And now, Theodore has also become a "building", and Rode can also use him, but he is still himself and will not transform into Theodore or gain his former spiritual power.

Rode's biggest flaw now is that he grows too fast, his foundation is not enough, and his spiritual power is too weak. The spiritual power intensity of anyone in the "Top Class" is more than ten times his, let alone compared to Theodore.

If a king is forced to fight against elementary school students in the field of elementary school, he may not even be able to win against them.

"Well..." Rode hesitated and said, "Lord Theodore, it seems that this is not very useful. My spiritual power intensity is only 4,000 marks."

Theodore said gently, "Little Rode, you can trust me, and you can trust yourself."

"Okay... then."

Rode reluctantly agreed and was about to ignite the stars, but he heard Theodore say, "Go back quickly, the front battle group is in danger."

Rode exclaimed, "Can you see outside the dream?"

Theodore smiled and said, "Little Rode, it seems that you still know very little about dreams. This is something I can help you with. But now, we need to go and help our warriors quickly."

With a complex mood, Rode returned to the material world.

Closing his eyes, soon, all the existences in the dream appeared in his mind one by one.

Located in the center of his mind were the four ignited stars. As long as he connected with them mentally, he could use their active abilities. Among them, the "Spiritual Boat" was very dim, indicating that its ability could no longer be used.

To the right was the Soul Altar, which had three functions: "Soul Strike," "Soul Eye," and "Soul Seal." If he concentrated his attention, he could also see the souls it possessed.

To the left was a small house. In addition to checking the items in the storage, he could also use the "Book of the Past" and the "Book of Knowledge" on the bookshelf.

At the bottom was the obelisk, and he could see all his information by surging through it.

Beyond that were the Star Plaza, the Devil Stone Basin, and other buildings that had no direct functions and could only be viewed.

The blueprint of the entire dream appeared in his mind like this, and Rode was already quite familiar with it.

But now, there was something unknown in the dream. It was a mist in the shape of a human. When Rode focused his attention on it, all that appeared were broken characters like garbled code. These fragments were trembling, as if they were trying hard to arrange themselves correctly.

This should be Theodore.

The Dean had actually turned into a building in the dream, and Rode didn't know how to face it with what expression.

He "used" this "building" in the same way as before.

The mist began to glow, and Rode opened his eyes, but he didn't notice any difference.

It seemed that the Dean did not possess him, nor did he appear to "take over" him.

"Uh, what's going on? Could it be that it didn't work... forget it, let's go save people first."

Rode picked up the Dean's robe from the ground and put it on skillfully.

But Theodore was at least 2.8 yards tall, almost one and a half times taller than Rode. The robe hung all the way to the ground from his waist.

Rode instinctively snapped his fingers, and the robe quickly began to roll up and shrink, becoming a well-fitting shape. He picked up the staff and it also shrank to its normal size.

It was only at this moment that Rode realized something was wrong.

"Uh, it seems like I have become the Dean... but my consciousness is still my own..."

He didn't think too much about it because the situation ahead became critical.

It was a team that was migrating, with about forty combat personnel protecting over three hundred non-combat personnel. They were being attacked by a large group of monsters and were on the verge of collapse.

Rode leaped lightly, flying hundreds of yards like a rocket, and jumped into the center of the battlefield.

The scene was extremely tragic. The warriors were fighting bloodily, battling in the midst of the monster horde. The Lantern Bearers had both arms broken and were biting onto their lanterns with their teeth, desperately blocking the monsters' attacks. A blue-haired female combatant rushed to the forefront, wielding a giant axe and slashing wildly.

No one paid attention to Rode, except for one combatant who was bandaging his wounds and shouted, "Who are you? It's dangerous here, go! Go and inform the Old City of Baira, the Third Fortress has been breached, and a large group of insect-infected creatures is about to arrive."

Rode raised his hand, and a faintly glowing spirit raven flew off into the sky.

The person was stunned. "A spirit raven without any items? Are you a holder of the Curse Magic Talent?"

Rode raised his staff and smiled, "Yes."

"Are you a guard of the Curse Magic?"

"No."

The person's face instantly filled with disappointment. "You should leave quickly. Rookie curse mages shouldn't appear on a battlefield like this. Do you know what kind of monsters are ahead?""The Thirsty Blood Beast, a second-level evolved form of the Black Death Beast, has fierce attacks, profound spiritual power, and a strength level of about 60 thousand units, with a total quantity of about 3000 thousand units. They mainly act in large groups and pose a high level of threat. The main causes of death are biting and toxins."

The man choked for a moment, "You memorized the book well, but what's the use? Your two tricks can't cause any harm to it at all. The magical power of the spell is not combat-effective until it reaches the level of Five Fireworks. How far have you reached?"

"Ten."

"Don't brag. The magical power of the spell at the level of Ten Fireworks is the ultimate form above perfection. Not only does it have the complete list of spells, but it can also use the initial spell, Great Sunshine. There are only a few people in the visible history of Thalorian who have reached this level. If you're at the level of Ten, I'll eat shit on the spot."

"No need, eating shit is harmful to health."

The man angrily said, "Kid, bragging should be done properly! Random bragging can get people killed! You said you're at the level of Ten, then show me the Great Sunshine!"

"Alright."

"Heh." He sneered, "Is this how newbies are nowadays? If you use it, I'll give both of my daughters to you..."

Buzz!

Like the arrival of the sun, an infinite light shot out from the staff, and the intense light melted away all the darkness.

"Great Sunshine!"

The female warrior with the large axe at the front exclaimed in joy, "The magical guards have arrived! They have projected the power of Lord Theodore!"

The light only lasted for two seconds, but most of the Thirsty Blood Beasts were already dead or injured. Flames burned on their mutilated bodies, and billowing black dust rose into the air.

The tide of battle instantly turned, and the female warrior with the large axe shouted, "Warriors, quickly, kill them!" She swung her large axe and hacked wildly.

The other combatants also displayed their skills, using knives, fire, and arrows to quickly kill the monsters.

The battlefield finally calmed down, with black smoke rising everywhere. The dead monsters evaporated, leaving no trace of their existence.

The female warrior with the large axe was the same. Her body was covered in the blood of the monsters, and the rising black dust gave her a strange sense of beauty.

She walked back, carrying the large axe.

"You..."

She saw Rode's face and hesitated for a moment before asking, "Was it you who released the Great Sunshine?"

Rode gently said, "Hilin, you've worked hard. You're still as brave as before. Your brute strength is even stronger now, but your control of inertia has regressed. Remember to receive training in the seventh room of the Westland Military Base when you go back."

"What... what?" Hilin looked at this young and handsome youth with surprise and uncertainty, "Who are you? Do I know you?"

"I am Theodore's magical guard."

Rode forcibly changed his words. This possession state made him look like Theodore, but he was still Rode.

He had everything that belonged to him.

Except for spiritual power.

"Theodore often mentions you."

A surprised expression appeared on Hilin's face.

"Really? Even such an incompetent student like me can be mentioned by the Chief of the Academy..."

Rode reached out and touched her head, gently saying, "No, you are not incompetent at all. You have grown quickly. As long as you master the core of physical combat, a combatant relying solely on pure strength can also hold up the sky."

Hilin's face quickly turned red. The overly unusual behavior caught her off guard, and she didn't react in time, allowing that hand to touch her head without restraint.

Several other combatants around them tactfully ran away, cleaning up the battlefield, bandaging the wounded, and organizing the team. There was still a lot to do. This time, they were extremely lucky to survive. They needed to hurry and set off, withdrawing back to the old city of Baira.

The hot-tempered older sister was left to the unruly little guy. There was no need to worry. At most, she would get her pants pulled down and spanked a few times.

"Hilin, what's the situation now? Can you tell me in detail?"

This question diverted Hilin's imminent anger.

"The situation is very bad..."

She said gloomily.

"The third fortress has been destroyed, and we have to retreat. Many strongholds have been destroyed, and the defense line is leaking like a sieve. The commander is trying to retake the strongholds and rebuild the defense line, but there are too many monsters. The Investigation Corps has already sent a warning that the next wave of the Black Tide is coming soon..."

She couldn't continue. The bleak future held no hope.

Rode nodded, "I understand. You all should hurry back to the city and rest, and return to the battle sequence as soon as possible."

Hilin anxiously asked, "Where are you going? Aren't you coming back to the city with us? Is Lord Theodore nearby? What happened to him? I heard that the city of Suer has been destroyed..."

"He's fine."

Rode smiled gently and touched her chest again before flying away.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine. Please give my regards to Commander Tyrion."

Hilin stood there stunned for a long time before realizing that she had been taken advantage of.

"Just you wait!"She huffed and turned around to organize the group. There were still over three hundred people waiting for her to escort back to the old city of Byra. In the frontline battlefield, non-combatants were also very important. They would take on all the logistical tasks and even use weapons to assist in city defense.

No one saw that Rode, who had just taken off, suddenly fell from the sky.

He had released his possession state, and the flying spell immediately disappeared. Fortunately, he was well-trained and promptly opened his psychic shield, otherwise his legs would have been broken.

As soon as he exited Theodore's state, Rode felt a severe heartache - so many severely injured monsters on the brink of death, and he hadn't killed a single one.

And what the hell was this groper?

So, the dean, you're that kind of person? Even if you're desperate, you should consider the occasion. Who would just start touching in public?

Rode had a belly full of words in his heart, and he was eager to return to the dream to question this old rascal.

Of course, the most important thing was that his psychic energy was almost exhausted. He had to return to the dream to ignite the stars, otherwise it wouldn't be enough.

Rode made a gesture and returned to the dream, seeing Theodore standing next to the obelisk.

His spirit body had faded a lot, and a faint gray mist surrounded him, as if to melt him into it.

"You're back."

The moment Theodore saw him, his eyes were filled with laughter.

"I'm about to disappear."

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