Original God's Dark Priest

Ying has gotten used to coming to a desolate inner world again.

She knew that this was Sicock's inner world, and beside her, a little creature similar to a fairy was floating in the air, with an expression of hope on its face without visible facial features.

“…Did you bring me here?” Ying tried to communicate with him.

The little guy nodded, made a happy sound, then turned and floated in one direction.

Watching the little guy's back as he walked away, Ying began to wonder about his identity. This was Si Ke Ke's inner world, so why would such a little guy appear?

Does the little guy not want to talk or can't talk? But it can clearly understand what I say and can communicate.

And...what is the purpose of the little guy appearing in front of him again and again?

Unable to figure it out and with too many doubts, Ying decided it would be better to follow and see.

She moved closer to the little guy, and with a flash of white light, a memory appeared in her mind.

There were two blurry figures, one tall, deep and dark, the other petite, weak and pure white.

"What is the powerful secret?" the tall black figure suddenly asked.

Ying frowned. This person... was Surtloch, so the little man in front of him was naturally Sikirk.

This was a conversation between the master and the disciple.

Ying watched on patiently.

Surtloch paused for a moment before answering: "Admiration? Hatred? Protection? No... it's fear. The fear of the disappearance of loved ones, the fear of the collapse of civilization, the fear of loneliness, the fear of death...

Fear is the root of evolution. It helps humans adapt to nature and survive hardships. It is in the process of constantly overcoming fear that humans surpass themselves and everything else.

And now that you have experienced this feeling, you are qualified to evolve."

After saying this, a memory ended.

Ying knew the time. This was what Surtloch said to Silkok after he rescued her after her home was destroyed by invaders.

In Ying's opinion, Surtloch's words were quite excessive. He was worthy of being called the Evil Knight for saying such cruel words to a little girl who had just lost everything.

But...what he said is not without reason. For a talented person, fear is indeed the best motivation to push him forward.

Because such people will not give in easily, they will never stop fighting.

But this approach is not suitable for everyone, because people tend to sacrifice the future, in other words, to give up.

It is human nature to give up. For example, I give you a hundred dollars today, or I don’t give you money today, and you come to me tomorrow and I give you two hundred dollars. How do you choose?

Many people will subconsciously think that they would choose the two hundred yuan tomorrow, but in fact, when people are not sure whether they can get the money tomorrow, most people will choose the one hundred yuan today that they are sure to get.

This means sacrificing the future. If Silk was not a persistent fighter, the huge fear would completely destroy her, and there would be no future to speak of.

Obviously, whether it is Surtloch or Silkok, they are both indomitable fighters, and only people with such character can become the apprentice of this evil knight.

Thinking so, Ying took a step forward and continued walking forward with the little guy.

Subsequent memories were monotonous, consisting almost entirely of Silkock's continuous training under Surtrock's guidance.

Ji E Qi is not a gentle master, he is very cold and harsh.

He would let Silkock swing the sword when she was homesick, and even if the little girl's wrist was so painful that it almost broke and she was too tired to lift her hand, he would just let her continue.

He swung the sword again and again until his arm was really broken. The crisp sound of bones breaking reached his ears, mixed with the girl's painful wails.

This did not arouse any pity or sympathy from him. All he would do was use the power of the virtual world to reconnect Silk's broken arm and let her continue.

Silently watching these scenes that happened so long ago, Ying's expression became increasingly stiff, and she looked at her hands.

Because she has been holding a sword for many years, her hands have calluses unique to swordsmen. She has always felt that she is working hard. Saphir was quite Spartan when training her.

Now looking at Surtloch and Silkok, Ying suddenly realized how gentle that guy Saphir was.

If she wanted, she could have trained like Surtrock and used more extreme methods.

Isn't it just a broken bone? Isn't it just a disability? To Saphir, these are just minor injuries that can be healed in an instant.

She had never used such harsh training methods on anyone. It was not because she couldn't, but because she still had a touch of humanity in her heart.

So, she is not Surtloch, and Ying is not Silkock.

"Very good, Sikirk, you survived again. How do you feel now?" Surtrock's flat tone showed no emotion. He seemed to be trying to appear relieved, but there was no emotion in his tone.

Silk no longer had the energy to pay attention to these things. She curled up beside the campfire like a broken rag doll: "Cold... It hurts..."

"This means that you are gradually adapting to the abyss..." Surtloch said in a flat tone, his eyes without any emotion, "Your flesh and blood are crumbling, your meridians are torn apart. Every time you come back from the brink of death, you become stronger.

No wonder they want to destroy your hometown, this talent is beyond my expectations."

talent.

The real reason why Silko, her family, and her tribe suffered a devastating disaster.

A genius is one who grows up. Otherwise, no matter how great his potential is, he is just a dead person.

Si Ke Ke was so excited when he heard this that he sat up, but he pulled the wound and started coughing violently.

She couldn't accept it. So many people, mom, dad, uncles, aunts, teachers... so many friends, their deaths were just because... they had the potential to harm other civilizations when they grew up?

Is it necessary to exterminate a whole race or destroy an entire planet just because of a vague possibility?

What a selfish and self-righteous choice...

Anger was surging in her heart, hatred was growing, and Sicock swore that if that group of people appeared in front of her, she would rush up and tear them to pieces regardless of everything, even though her body was now broken and weak, and she didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Surtloch could naturally see what his apprentice was thinking. He shook his head and said, "But you are still far from being a strong man. You still have too much confusion in your heart, so next, my training for you will be even more severe.

Until you are able to lock away unnecessary emotions, kill your fragile self, and become the complete master of that body."

Fear kept her moving forward, and hatred was her booster, allowing her to grit her teeth and persevere. Surtrock put shackles on Silk's soul one after another, forcing her to grow and cutting off the possibility of her giving up.

"Get up, Sikirk, wipe the blood off your face, cut off the rotten flesh, and repair the broken parts. Then - pick up the sword again." Surtloch's tone was not harsh, but it was full of unquestionable affirmation.

Driven by the hatred in her heart, Si Ke Ke did not refuse, nor could she refuse. She struggled to get up, pulling her wound again and again, coughing up blood, but she didn't care. She picked up the sword again with her painful right hand: "Yes, Master." She swung the weapon and slashed at the target in front of her.

"Swish!" This is the sound of the sword blade piercing the target.

"Crack..." This is the sound of bones breaking.

"Ugh..." This was the sound of the girl gritting her teeth to endure the pain.

She didn't scream or wail in pain, she just bit her lips hard, forcing herself not to make any sound, because... she didn't deserve to be pitied.

Ying closed her eyes, not wanting to see this scene again.

Even if she didn't sleep and experience it in person, the deep despair still weighed on her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Master...shouldn't he be warm and reliable?

Although no one mentioned it, Ying still felt that Saphir could be considered her master. After all, he taught her a lot.

Not only that, they would also help her find people to get weapons, find all kinds of excuses to get her to work, and then give her generous rewards.

Sometimes she wouldn't even bother to think of a reason and would just throw a check over to her and let her spend it.

Therefore, when something happens that she cannot solve, Ying always thinks of relying on Saphir first, and will also run to attack the other party at night when it is late and quiet.

These were all expressions of intimacy, although it often happened that Ying, Phil, and Lyudashka had not slept yet.

Most of the time, Ying was subjected to ruthless suppression, but compared to Si Ke Ke's experience, those things were not even a joke and could only be classified as love.

After taking a few deep breaths, Ying opened her eyes and saw a campfire.

She woke up.

Ying was still a little dazed because she had seen such a painful experience. She became more and more curious about Si Ke Ke. Where did she come from? What had she experienced? She wanted to know.

While thinking this, Paimon came: "Are you awake? Did you sleep well? Silkock told me to tell you that when you are ready, start the last training.

Do you want to set off now, or rest for a while?"

Ying shook her head and said, no need to rest, let’s start training right away.

In the third training session, Ying was quite curious about what kind of training Si Ke Ke would arrange for her. At first it was swordsmanship, then the use of elemental power. What would it be this time?

When Ying came to Si Ke Ke, she just stood still and heard Si Ke Ke speak: "After the previous training, your swordsmanship has improved, and your control over the elemental power has become more sophisticated."

"Thanks to your guidance." Ying said modestly.

Silk shook his head slightly. "My teachings are only part of it. You should be more grateful for the companions you met on the journey and the experience you have gained from being in danger several times.

The next step is on-the-spot judgment, or the training of rationality. In actual combat, various unexpected situations will occur, such as now, you have to try to defend against my attack. "

A big question mark appeared on Ying's forehead: I beat Silk? Is this true?

Before she could digest the meaning of his words, Silkock had already raised his sword: "Are you ready?"

Ying quickly took out her weapon: the Chalk Sword.

She took a defensive stance, her expression solemn: "You can start anytime."

It's just a fight with Silkok, it's nothing. She dares to fight with Safir, but she has never won.

"Good, a very cautious defensive posture, which seems to be watertight." Sicock nodded slightly, and her words sounded like praise, but it was just as she said.

It's watertight, or so it seems.

The next second, Si Ke Ke's eyes changed slightly: "Just like your brother, speaking of which, don't you want to know what he has been through?"

After saying this, Ying's heart was shaken, and his originally watertight defensive posture suddenly collapsed.

The next moment, Si Keke's sword was placed on Ying's neck, leaving her no room to turn around.

Ying, just like that, lost, cleanly and easily.

Paimon stamped his feet in anger when he saw this scene: "Not fair! This is a complete sneak attack!"

Silkcock didn't care: "From a human moral perspective, we can indeed accuse the other party of using despicable means. But... only the living can condemn it, the dead can't speak."

This is another lesson that Silkcock taught Ying: "In battle, it is inevitable to have emotions such as excitement, anxiety, and anger. A qualified warrior must rise above the influence of emotions and make the right judgment."

"Like you?" Ying was still a little indignant.

To this, Silk did not respond, but looked at Ying with interest: "From what I know, you have been with Saphir for quite some time. Have you learned nothing about this? Or has she never taught you this?"

"She... seems to be disdainful of using such means." Ying said after thinking for a few seconds.

Si Ke Ke didn't show any emotion on his face but he sneered in his heart at Ying's answer. That person didn't even bother to launch a sneak attack?

That person is best at sneak attacks.

During the one month she spent here with Saphir, at least 90% of the times that Si Ke Ke was defeated by her were due to sneak attacks.

Saphir's sneak attacks were impossible to defend against. At first, he launched a sudden killing move from the blind spot of vision. Later, Silkok began to try to be wary of any direction where danger might arise.

Then she realized a serious problem, that is, Safire had implanted a psychological barrier in her.

Failure once or twice would not have any impact, but when it happens too often, when facing her, Si Ke Ke would subconsciously feel that he is weaker.

Coupled with the cursed chain, the pain that penetrated her body and penetrated her soul was so great that every time the chain appeared, she would feel uncontrollably frightened.

When emotions fluctuate, flaws will naturally be revealed.

It can be said that no matter how impeccable the defense is, it is useless when facing Safire, because that person is best at creating loopholes for others.

Maybe it is a painful memory, maybe it is long-term oppression, or maybe it is a habitual action.

Even now, if there is any movement behind his ear, Si Ke Ke still feels creepy. This is the sequelae of fighting with Saphir for a month.

That person knows too well how to torture people's mentality.

Ying scratched her head. She had only been dealt with by Saphir and had never thought of learning such an ability from her.

Well, to put it bluntly, Ying has been tamed. She has no intention of fighting back when facing Saphir. Alas... it's useless.