"Divine Stone..."
Standing on the flat ground, muttering to himself, Athir looked in a certain direction in the distance.
It was a tall building, built entirely of black wood. Compared to the other low buildings around it, it was very tall, at a full seven meters high.
According to Athir's keen perception, that place was also the source of the surrounding power fluctuations. A unique power emanated from there and gradually spread to the surroundings, forming this barrier.
"If nothing unexpected happens, the fragment of the sacred stone is probably there."
He looked in the direction of the wooden tower and said so in his heart.
He didn't watch for long. After a while, when it was getting dark, Athir, led by a native, walked towards the room prepared for him.
At night, the sky gradually darkened.
As the sky gradually darkened, the barrier outside the village seemed to begin to waver.
A layer of faint ripples passed through from the outside, and the shape of a person emerged.
It was a tall man in black, dressed entirely in black, with only a pair of eyes showing. His scarlet eyes were filled with cruelty and bloodthirstiness. He walked forward slowly like a puppet.
It just walked straight ahead, and when the barrier outside the village began to weaken, it walked directly into the village, apparently groping for something.
A vague connection made it walk away all of a sudden, and it stopped in front of a house.
Inside the house, a middle-aged man was holding a knife in his hand, sweating all over, looking at the man in black outside, his face full of fear.
"How could it be... Why did these monsters appear..."
This middle-aged man had a scar on his face and was soaked in sweat. It was Xier who brought Athir and others here during the day.
But at this moment, his appearance changed. A black mark appeared on his body, which had spread to his chest, and a snake head mark faintly appeared on it.
However, what was strange was that he seemed to be unaware of what was happening to him. His eyes were still focused on the man in black outside, and his whole body was shaking slightly.
What he didn't realize was that as time passed, the black mark on his body continued to spread, and now almost covered most of his body.
Under the cover of the black mark, a magical scene began to happen.
A faint black aura began to appear, wrapping around his tired body, making him look like he was wearing a black robe.
His eyes slowly began to turn scarlet, his arms began to grow thick, and his entire body began to become exactly the same as the man in black outside, almost as if they were printed from the same mold.
"That monster...is gone?"
Xier was unaware of what was happening to him, but at a certain moment, he noticed that the figure of the man in black outside began to fade away, until it quickly disappeared from his sight.
Subconsciously, he raised his right hand, ready to wipe his eyes with his hand to verify whether he was hallucinating.
But the moment he raised his arm, he was suddenly stunned.
Because, under his scarlet eyes, his arm was no longer what it originally was, but had turned into a giant claw.
Aaaaaahhh!!!
A horrifying howl broke out in the silent village, but soon returned to silence.
"What?"
Lying on the wooden bed in the small room, Thor suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of doubt flashed across his eyes: "Is this an illusion?"
"Aiya..." The crisp cry of a baby sounded at the head of the bed.
At this moment, Solana, who was originally sleeping quietly, suddenly burst into tears for some unknown reason, causing Sol to hurriedly hold the child in his arms.
"That feeling just now…"
Sitting quietly on a wooden chair in a room not far from Thor, Athir raised his head and looked in a certain direction in the distance, wondering: "What is that fleeting feeling?"
Since becoming a wizard, Athir has rarely slept, and instead uses his sleep time for meditation.
But when Athir was meditating just now, he clearly heard a miserable scream with a feeling of despair.
"The guards outside didn't respond."
Standing up, Athir opened the door and walked outside. He just saw the guards in the distance patrolling calmly, as if they didn't hear the scream just now.
"Chip, replay the image just now."
Returning to the house and closing the door, Athir gave instructions to the chip in his mind.
Suddenly, an image began to emerge in my mind.
It was an image of Athir sitting on a wooden chair and meditating. Even the low sound of the wind outside could be clearly heard.
After the image lasted for a few seconds, a miserable scream suddenly broke out. It flashed by in that instant and was accurately traced back by the chip.
"It's not a real sound, it sounds more like the fluctuation of mental power and soul."
After carefully listening to the voice coming from the image, Athir finally made a judgment.
The memory chip is attached to Athir's soul. After Athir came to this world, as Athir's soul continued to transform, the function of the chip also continued to become stronger. Now it can record mental fluctuations.
The scream that was heard before, although it sounded like a real scream, was actually just a reaction simulated by the strong fluctuations of the mind.
Because it is simulated by mental power, ordinary people cannot hear it. Only some people with strong mental power or those who are related to that mental power can hear it.
Thinking of this, Atier subconsciously looked in the direction where the sound in his memory came from.
It is not an easy task to simulate sound with mental power, at least ordinary people certainly cannot do it.
If an ordinary person wants to do this, he must do so in certain special circumstances.
Even judging from the situation of that voice, it is estimated that the owner of that mental power is now dead.
"This village also seems to have some problems."
Thinking of this, feeling the barrier that still exists around the village, this thought flashed through Athir's mind.
the next day.
When the morning sun shone on the earth, Athir walked out of his room and looked into the distance.
Several people were constantly walking around. Although their movements were decisive and skillful, they did not seem to be in a hurry and there was no sign of death at all.
"My lord, you're awake." Thor's voice came from a distance.
In the room opposite Athir, Thor was standing in front of a wooden stake, practicing his swordsmanship seriously.
"How did you sleep last night?"
Seeing that the other party was fine, Atier subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, then walked directly to the other party, looked at him and asked.
(End of this chapter)