Overturned Tower

If Russell were to give an analogy...

The process of being "forged" by Zhonggo is like... Gua Sha, which happens in the realm of consciousness and is countless times more intense.

Russell was repeatedly immersed in the river of anger, and the impurities in his thinking... those impure things were gradually dissolved into the rage.

It's like grease being dissolved by organic solvents.

The "fury" contained in the river of anger and encompassing the entire world can easily dissolve and assimilate all the restlessness, restlessness, timidity, and sadness in Russell's heart.

All impurities that can be transformed into anger are catalyzed into "anger".

Then, he pulled it out and used the hammer of pain to hammer his whole body.

Every time he was hammered, it was equivalent to enduring all the pain caused by a round of hard work and a round of torture at that moment.

Both mentally and physically.

Every time the hammer is hammered down, the spirit undergoes hard training.

Every time the hammer was struck, it felt like someone was being executed on the body.

If it were an ordinary person, perhaps he would die suddenly on the spot because he could not bear the pain.

It is precisely because Russell has an extraordinary tenacity of will, or because in the dream world, there is no "brain" and therefore will not be brain-dead, so he just lost consciousness.

But with the influx of pain, the "rage" as a foreign object is gradually knocked away and discharged.

Every time when all the rage turned into pain, Russell felt a strong clarity originating from the soul——

Just like a person who suddenly gains great strength, he will have the illusion that he can break a wall with one punch.

Russell's mind became clear in an instant, and he also felt as if he could communicate with the entire universe... His skin and body seemed to "leak air everywhere", and the essence of the entire world continued to blow into his soul.

He seems to be dissolving into this world...

After being beaten for the fourth time, Zhong Xiang did not throw him into the river of anger again.

The pain of being beaten for the latest time and causing all his limbs to change had not completely dissipated, and Russell's consciousness was still vague and abnormal.

But it was precisely because his consciousness was completely blurred and blank.

He didn't notice that he had completely lost his human form——

Russell turned into a ball of gray-white, indescribable object that looked like colloid and smoke. It can only be barely seen that it seems to be a human being, but the human form is about to dissipate.

He is almost dissolved into this world as a "universal material" that has been forged to the extreme.

Zhongxiang looked at him with extremely focused eyes.

Like a blacksmith looking at his work.

He broke off a small piece of steel thorn from his hammer and inserted it into the middle of the "Russell".

Then he swung the hammer again.

The thorn was crushed in an instant.

Followed by two more hammers, his thorns merged directly into the ball of rosel.

The color of the metal was blended into the colloid, which was as colored as brain gray matter, but it barely brought any change to its color.

Zhonggo breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had accomplished something.

He took a vial from his pocket. A very small bottle, about the size of a Fengyoujing bottle.

The small crystal bottle contained something that was constantly emitting tiny bubbles that reminded people of champagne.

Just looking at it brings to mind all the good things... hope, love, courage, friendship, wisdom.

Zhongang's sharp claws were not convenient for opening the bottle, so he crushed it directly.

The moment the golden liquid inside came into contact with the air, it suddenly evaporated into a sacred golden halo.

As if squeezing lemon juice to season a steak, Tsugo sprinkled the golden liquid roughly on the ball of "Russell".

Then, he greedily swallowed the broken glass mixed with the remaining golden juice into his mouth.

After Russell was sprinkled with "juice", his body suddenly made a hissing sound.

He quickly returned to his original appearance...

——It’s not Bluebird or Barber, but Russell’s appearance.

Tsugo's work is done.

He no longer treated Russell's body with caution, but directly pulled him off the red anvil and threw him roughly on the ground aside.

Then he took off one of his scales and wiped the red anvil with concentration.

When Russell regained consciousness from confusion, he felt that his consciousness was so clear and his mind was so peaceful...

If we were to judge by numerical values, his Blue Shift went from Level 6, which had just crossed the Zodiac Wall, to approximately the peak of Level 7, in an instant.

He has been able to control Morgan's mask perfectly, and even has the power to control another mask.

"...Thank you very much, Teacher Zhi."

Although he still had no strength to stand up from the ground, Russell still struggled and turned over from lying on the ground to half-kneeling on the ground.

He thanked Zhongxiang sincerely.

Russell had never heard of an operation that could permanently increase blue shift by one and a half levels at a time...

If he guessed correctly, this should be an advanced ritual used by mages to remove "shadow infection".

Regardless, the price it pays is very high.

"You don't have to thank me. This kind of surgery naturally comes with a price..."

After finishing his work, Zhong Xiang once again looked cold: "But someone has already paid the price."

"Deer head statue?"

"certainly."

The lizard man looked at Russell and suddenly laughed: "Don't think too much, the 'Forged by Suffering' is not something that anyone can bear.

"For mortals, it will only accelerate death and madness. Only real gold is not afraid of fire. Even you...if you undergo another round of forging, you will become my collection.

"It cannot improve your rationality, it will only restore your soul, which is bound by distracting thoughts and mundane things, to its ideal state.

"If you feel that your willpower has improved... that's what you should have originally. It's the vulgar life that has restricted it. I just let you adjust it back to your best state."

He patiently explained his work to Russell.

You can't see the "irritable", "manic" and "difficult to get along with" in Hangzhou's words at all.

Looking at Russell, Zhongxiang suddenly said: "Of course, if you want to repay me... you also have something that only you can do."

"What's up?"

Russell immediately said, "If I could do that, I think I'd help."

"I have nailed the wedge of pain into your heart. As long as your memory and spirit are rewritten, you will feel the severe pain from your heart... With it, even if you wear the halo of an angel, And I won’t be brainwashed.”

Zhongxiang chuckled in a low voice, showing a smile full of malice and hatred: "I remember that you wanted to sneak into the church.

"If you can, remember to catch a few angels and give them to the teacher for me to try."

"...Taste it?"

"The 'Wedge of Pain' is a kind of spiritual wedge. If you want to cast more advanced spells, you must have at least one kind of spiritual wedge... Otherwise, if you just apply for the spell through recognition, you will be influenced by the great will of the near god. And submerge your original personality. But with the Wedge of the Soul, you can use the Wedge of the Soul to contain their power, and you also have countermeasures when your will is rewritten."

The more Russell listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

How does it sound...

The principle of this thing seems a bit like a psychic chip?

But Zhongang continued: "You can use it to completely kill an angel that has lost its ability to resist, and obtain the 'Source of Holy Order' from it.

"That thing... is hard currency in the dream world."

The lizard man licked his lips, and his dark golden inhuman pupils were as hot as red-hot copper: "It can eliminate the corrosion of shadows and improve resistance to shadows. Even a powerful mage needs it."

"It's the elves who brought them here so that we can know how good the angels are.

"If we had known that angels are such delicious things...we wouldn't have fought on our own back then."

Zhongang glanced at Russell, who was stunned in place, and sneered.

He glanced at Russell, then tore off his own head.

He put his head on the anvil, while the lizard head continued to speak: "Okay, I'll give you the thing.

"Do it or not...get out now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Russell felt a sense of detachment coming from all around.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying on the bed.

The bandages that bound him had turned into ashes at some point.

The bed beneath him was already soaked with sweat, and the edges of the sheets were even blackened and scorched.

All the water in the room was boiling.

The leaves of the flowers he placed on the windowsill were dry and yellow.

Only the will that became extremely clear told him that this was not a dream.