The most important symbol of individual life is self-cognition.

Only when one has self-awareness can individuals slowly develop wisdom.

As night falls, the border city gradually becomes silent.

"There are many similarities over there." The dust ball rolled, and suddenly twisted in the gravity of the core dust and other dust.

It seems that the strange gravity senses more dust information, which is disturbed by the information and gives a corresponding reaction.

As gravity reacts, the originally laissez-free behavior of the dust ball also changes accordingly.

More and more dust is gathered by dust. It seems that as more and more dust increases, the gravity of the dust mass becomes stronger and stronger. More information is read by the dust mass, and then entangles with gravity, forming more and more stress reactions.

Of course, it was just a reaction until the dust mass encountered a large ball of "dust".

The dust ball slowly climbed onto this "dust" larger than itself, and the gravity stumbled towards him, gradually covering the "dust". Some information flowed in, making the gravity of the dust ball complicated.

More and more information flows into large "dust", and the gravity that could only absorb dust was greatly enhanced, and gradually formed a system to react when facing any information.

Gradually, the information increased and began to meet with each other, and finally formed the initial idea: "Who am I?"

The large dust stood up, like a person suffering from dusty face.

He stood up in confusion and looked at the scenes around him. More and more information began to flow into his core and more and more thoughts formed.

"Allum, is this me?" The dust gradually gathered, and it seemed that another idea was extracted, but he soon knew that the name was just a synonym for individuals.

He stood like this, sorting out more and more information. Just the tiny dust, more and more gravity around him twisted together, forming a mass of information energy body, and finally forming a unique structure and completing the closure.

"So who am I?" Dust Alem thought so.

...

"A new soul." Negri retracted his gaze.

The soul is an information energy body formed by the entanglement of the roots and the world, and the roots are the outflow of truth. When Negri, who has mastered the path, understood how to create a life soul.

Through truth, stirring up a certain substance and interacting with that part of the truth information will eventually form a unique energy. As the information from the outside world flows in, various thoughts will gradually form, and ultimately form a complete soul.

It’s just that different things and the different ways of collecting information will gradually depend on the soul’s thinking ability.

That dust, because of his luck, was specially taken care of by Negri, would encounter a corpse that had just died at the right time, obtain a large amount of information remaining on the corpse, and eventually form a broken personality, and obtain a corpse that was barely alive, obtain a new information to collect senses and processor brains.

"This is his luck." Crow Yu echoed. Although Crow Yu knew about Negri's greatness through the wisdom of blood, it was still different from witnessing it with his own eyes.

From a dust to a similarly normal life form, this kind of leap is amazing.

In comparison, it seems like a mortal has become a road-level strongman. Of course, although the difference comparison values ​​are similar, the difficulty level is actually completely different.

"It's just an attempt." Negri didn't have any pride. Any road-level strongman could do the same with just a little research.

However, this kind of thing is not the law of the operation of the string of truth, it consumes Negri's own power of truth.

And on the other side of the city, a massacre is underway in a manor.

The troops wearing black robes are holding spears, mercilessly reaping lives of similar people.

Duranti Asius sat in a carriage outside the manor, his eyes remained indifferent, and only a few confidants were following him.

The one who owns the remains of the gods is the collectors of a noble family in this border city. They do not know the origin of this thing, but only know that by putting it into a clear spring, holy water can be produced.

Holy Water has a strong healing ability and has excellent effect on the exercise of fighters.

This noble family has attracted a lot of connections. Of course, because the production of holy water is limited and the background of this thing is not clear, so although others are jealous of it before, they did not break the rules between the nobles for this.

However, the reason why rules are not destroyed is not because of other things, it is just that the benefits are not big enough.

Duran turned the gem ring in his hand. This nobleman has its current scale and is completely the role of the remains of the gods. That thing is their foundation. They cannot hand over the things. Duran does not have so many resources to exchange them. It is even more difficult to steal such core treasures and not be discovered. Since that is the case, we can only ask them to die.

"Why?" In the manor, the head of the family was completely unaware of who had just killed the nobles in the city. As a border city, there were troops stationed in the Kingdom of Novos around the city.

Their family does not have their own power, but those powers are suppressed one by one. The large-scale entry of troops with this power will definitely be discovered, so the troops stationed outside the city cannot be discovered.

The people here, although they are powerful, are absolutely unable to fight against the army. Why do they dare to do this?

"Go to die with questions!" The man in a black robe held a knight's sword and waved his hand to cut it down. The noble family lying on the ground unexpectedly saw the mark behind the hilt of the knight's sword, and his eyes widened: "You are..."

Blood splattered, and the man with a shocked look fell on one side. The man in black robe glanced at the hilt of his sword. The mark of the army of the Kingdom of Seros was printed on it.

For an uncertain news, Duran tried everything about the Asius family to seize the position of the city lord of a border city. He didn't have any preparations. The crime of smuggling armies always requires the cooperation of the city lord, and isn't it appropriate to help destroy one or two sects?

"Sir, it has been cleaned up." Someone came to report quickly in front of the carriage.

Duran put on a black robe and walked towards the manor under the guidance of the other party.

All the blood and corpses were seen in my eyes. When I passed by a young child's corpse, my steps paused slightly, and then I walked forward again.

The tall man in black robe also happened to come out of the mansion, threw the still blood-stained towel aside, and took the sword back to the scabbard. If you were careful, you would find that there was a small mark on the towel, which was the sign of a nearby bandit.

Regardless of whether the bandits would be so stupid or not, they would leave their marks after committing such crimes, or whether the bandits who only robbed ordinary people had the ability to create massacres of this scale, wouldn’t it be enough to have a reason?

"I have done what you want. We haven't touched any of the things in the manor. Tomorrow, I will use the excuse of searching for prisoners to bring people into the city to lock down. Next, it depends on yours." The man in black robe and Duran raided his shoulders. He stopped and said this, and then took the mansion out of the manor and stood outside the manor.

Duran nodded and walked into the manor with his men. Following the bloodstains, he soon arrived in the secret room, where there was a small pool, and at the bottom of the rippling pool, there was a piece of white ore-like thing embedded.

"It's this thing, it's this thing." Duran's eyes were furious, and immediately made people take it off carefully and quickly disappeared into the manor.

In the shadows, the young man Katobu Ugus held the ritual blade in his hand tightly, and did not look at the disappeared carriage. He didn't even dare to follow. In fact, if he hadn't been motionless and had his all-out efforts to hide his breath, he would have been discovered and killed by the masters on the carriage.
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