"Strange...special?" Crick looked puzzled. "What strange special?"

"I have asked you before. Recently, you should have some strange ideas that are very different from before and completely unrelated to your original will. This is the curse of your power."

"A totally irrelevant idea..." Crick seemed very confused.

Robben thought for a moment, but admitted it directly, saying, "For example, after this power begins to expand, I will attract some strange will from this evil power. It can be said that it is a natural genus condensed after the growth of my own power, and mine... is a desire for flesh and blood."

"Flesh?" Crick browed, "What does this mean?"

"You don't know this power. My meaning is very simple. You have seen my power turn into a physical body, which is probably the appearance of a ferocious beast, or one of them. As the host of this power, I will also be affected by such power. When this power begins to expand rapidly, my soul is severely eroded, and I will turn into a devil myself, thirsty for hot blood and raw meat."

Crick was shocked and couldn't help but stand up and take a step back, exclaiming: "You... are you swallowing other creatures alive?"

Robben tried to make himself calm. "Yes, to be precise, it is indeed the case. And... I long for the flesh and blood of higher wisdom creatures."

Crick's face suddenly faded. "You...you actually..."

"It's very scary... right? I was originally a companion around me, but in a blink of an eye it turned into an evil ghost who wanted to swallow you alive." Robben smiled self-deprecatingly, "But thankfully, I haven't caused any major casualties so far."

Crick's eyes almost shrank to a little, "Great casualties? That is to say... you've done it. Right?"

Robben felt his hands start to tremble slightly, so he had to hold his hands tightly together, and then said, "Yes. An enemy once stood in front of me, and I killed her wildly and devoured her. Only that time, but that was indeed the truth. Fortunately... in the end, this incident had a good result, and my guilt was relieved a lot."

"Good result? How can there be a good result!?" Crick believed it with a look of shame.

Robben chuckled, "I may tell you the specific process, but the final result of this incident is indeed good, and it was also because of that incident that I began to torture me deeply, guilt, and indescribable pressure. When I walked out of the queen of Yin, I dared to tell you all this now, because I am a winner now, and I successfully suppressed the influence of this power on me, and to a large extent, inherited the powerful help this power brought to me."

Crick was surprised, "After that... you didn't, again..."

"No!" Robben shook his head, "Of course, this is very difficult, but my wife gave me great encouragement. Now I am more moved by thinking about it. For this reason, I have achieved success. I can now say with certainty that I have controlled the current growth of this power to a large extent. If I no longer actively break through the limit, I think I can still live quietly to the limit of my life span without being forced to the end of this power."

Crick slowly stretched out his hand and gathered in front of Robben, "When you see this fresh flesh and blood placed in front of you, completely unprepared, will you no longer have the urge to be bloodthirsty?"

Robben smiled softly, "There are very beautiful hands. If you can, I want to kiss them as a gift, but I'm not interested in taking a few bites."

Crick immediately retracted his hand, sat down with a little suspicion on his face, frowned and whispered: "Can it really be overcome... Well, sometimes Losi will... uh, until now she is fine, that is..."

Robben was slightly embarrassed and coughed gently, "It will be overcome, but I don't know what your power form is now, but I found that the form of your power activation is completely different from mine. My power is stimulated like a fire, but yours seems to be like water flow. If it has obvious characteristics... it is probably a precursor."

"I don't want to try what it feels like to bite people..." Creek's eyes were still full of alert.

"I don't think so, but it's definitely not as simple as just wanting to drink cold water. You'd better pay attention. If possible, I'll also find some information to see if you can find out your situation. Oh! By the way!"

Robben suddenly remembered something, "Since you have some understanding of this power, then... don't you know your situation?"

Crick shook his head directly, "This ancient taboo power is rarely recorded anywhere. I only remember the records of ferocious beasts occasionally, and I have almost no impression of anything else."

He seemed very alert to Robben, but when talking about his own affairs, Crick seemed to become lighter again, "But I will pay attention, and even if something happens, I will just endure it. Anyway, I won't want to eat people like you, so I feel very relieved."

Robben spoke a little.

Crick put his bipod on the table, hugged his shoulders and said, "I know this, and the troubles are really one after another. Forget it, let's talk about something else first. What did Teeth say about your golden scepter?"

This woman has changed her topic too much...

Seeing that Crick didn't want to talk about her anymore, Robben replied, "Besides almost cutting off my head, I didn't say much, and I didn't ask, because I think you should know everything."

Crick was a little surprised, "Didn't Teeth tell you anything?"

"No."

"Oh..." Crick nodded in a clear way, "Sure enough, Teeth really trusts you. Although this thing is also a divine tool of our gods, it really looks like an evil thing when used. It has always been strictly controlled after it appears in history. I didn't expect Teeth to be handed over to you so safely."

"This... maybe I didn't say much, and I didn't prepare."

"Hmph! Teeth is not as stupid as you. Even if you die, you must explain it clearly and control it. In history, this golden scepter appeared, which time, was not a single casualty. It caused tragedy in the divine realm several times."

Robben silently took out the golden scepter and put it on the table, saying, "Does this thing have any decent functions to directly burn other people's lives? Although this is not much different from killing others,... it is threatening and terrifying. I think when I mobilize my power, this thing is to identify my enemies."

Crick looked at the golden scepter lying quietly on the table, and his voice was a little heavy, "This thing can naturally be controlled, but...it seems to be very limited. In the information I obtained, once this thing is activated with all its strength, it will no longer have the effect of being controlled. All living beings around it will be affected, and their vitality will decline rapidly, and no one has ever escaped its poisonous hand."

“Is there any more?”

"What?" Crick was stunned, "What else?"

Robben picked up the golden scepter and said in thought: "Actually, I'm thinking recently, what exactly is this thing? Why does it have such an effect? ​​Its origin, what is its real essence? Why are there many changes?"

"Later I had a guess." Robben suddenly looked at Crick and said, "Perhaps, this is like a creature, joy, anger, sorrow, laughter, anger, scolding, always changing, always in different states."

"Change...is its essence, is there any problem?"

"And... is the statement that burns vitality really correct?" Robben's tone was full of doubt.

"What do you mean?"

Robben pondered for a moment, "I think the record of this thing, that is, when it is activated, the vitality of the creatures around it will rapidly decay and die... Is that true?"

"Yes, of course."

"I have never heard of any magic or means that can burn the vitality of other creatures, and there seems to be no strange power circulating in the jing spirit in the divine world and the demon world. This power has a unique insight into the vitality."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Crick looked puzzled.

Robben said slowly, "There is a magic that is not passed down among the spirits on the human continent. It is a magic that is based on the sensing of the soul and the calling of the spiritual energy of life. The spirits call it the magic of life."

"Magic of life?"

"Yes, they communicate with other creatures and the natural environment, can communicate with the souls of their ancestors, can promote the growth of plants, and can control forest beasts. There are many wonderful places."

"You seem to... know very well?"

Robben was stunned, "Ah... I have lived in the human continent and have had a lot of contact with Jing Ling. I was lucky enough to learn this kind of magic, so I learned more."

Crick seemed to have no doubts and continued to ask, "But what does this mean?"

"In this strange magic, there are many understandings and explanations about life, and there are also many explanations about the original power of life. Life energy is the guarantee of the survival of creatures. When life energy is exhausted, the creature will die. This life energy contains many things, including the origin of life we ​​obtain from our parents, the food we later rely on for growth, or we cultivate ourselves and gain powerful strength to strengthen our own life source. These can become our life energy."

Crick seemed to be indifferent, "Hey... I don't want to hear you explain so much, I just want to know about the Golden Scepter."

"I'm talking about these... Life force will change a lot as we grow, especially those of us who can cultivate powerful power. It can be said that when an ordinary warrior burns all his vitality and bursts out his life's power in a short time, that kind of power is extremely amazing."

Robben stretched out his finger and briefly demonstrated a formula for Crick, "The average lifespan of our warriors is about a thousand years. Even if the golden scepter takes one day to burn their vitality, then the energy they release will be thousands of times that of ordinary people in this day! If there are thousands of warriors in the battlefield, then... it will be an amazing energy storm."

Crick seemed to understand something and frowned and said, "Although I think what you said may not be right, it seems to make some sense. If a warrior's vitality is burned instantly, even if there is not such a high energy explosion, the energy released is not a small number. However... it seems that this similar energy storm was not produced in the record. This scepter... has been slaughtering on the battlefield many times."

Robben said softly: "The life magic of the jing spirits records the explanation of life energy, but there is no record of explaining the method of quickly burning the other party's vitality and allowing life energy to be consumed rapidly on the enemy, but... it records many methods of transferring life energy."

Crick browed, "Transfer? Isn't that..."

Robben shook his head slightly. "No, unlike what you think, the spirits are essentially kind, and they advocate life and nature. They will not do the kind of thing that forcibly plunder the vitality of other creatures. Their records are the most described a way to pray to nature, pray for shelter, and seek the energy of life to nourish the life that is about to dry up. It is a kind of healing magic."

"Treatment?" Crick was surprised.

"Yes, it was a magic invented out of respect for life, but I had to face up to the ugliness in my heart. After mastering this method, I couldn't help thinking that if I improve this magic, shift the target of the function to something else, and then strengthen the effect of the magic, it would be..."

Crick's face pale again, "Do you forcefully absorb life?"

"I think...this effect should exist." Robben's eyes fell on the Golden Scepter.

"You haven't tried it?" Crick looked suspicious.

"Ha...I know you're a little wary of me, but don't have to think of me as a complete villain. I'm not that far enough to suck other people's lives, which is more disgusting and unforgivable than devouring other people's flesh and blood, right?"

"It's better..." Creek's tone was not threatening, and then his eyes couldn't help but fall on the golden scepter, "But... do you mean?"

"I'm just guessing, too." Robben wasn't sure, "but... we can verify!"

"Verification!" Crick was shocked, "How do you want to verify? Do you want to take a living life..."

Robben immediately shook his head, "No, I don't need that, the magic of the jing spirits can help us."

"Jing Ling...magic?"

After a while, Crick had followed Robben to a place with abundant water and grass not far from the lake shore.

Robben stood there quietly, murmuring something softly in his mouth, dragging it into the air with one hand, and the lush water plants around seemed to make a slight sound and were trembling.

Crick looked at the scene in shock, watching the tiny green spots gather towards Robben in the air, and finally condensed into a green water ball on his palm.

"This...is this!?"

Robben smiled softly, "This is the so-called life jing energy in life magic, the most original energy of life in nature, and the response I prayed like the water grass around me. I have to say that nature is always so generous."

Crick's face was full of doubts, "If I remember correctly, it seems that in the records of the information, Robben, the human being, would also use this method."

Robben smiled calmly, "This method is not his specialty. Anyone with deep magic power can be used. I was once a friend of the Jing spirit, so it is not difficult to do this."

"Jing Ling's friend... you have been to all places." Looking at Robben, the suspicion in Creek's eyes was slow to go away.

Robben ignored Crick, took out the golden scepter, and said in a voice: "What I collect now is the most original life energy, not real creatures. Now we can see what the result is!"

Robben ascended to the sky, and Crick naturally followed.

"Are you sure, this thing can be activated by injecting the divine power into it?" Robben repeatedly confirmed that this was the third time he asked Crick.

Crick was a little annoyed when asked, "Even if I am not a magician, I know this. If it is particularly difficult to use, how can it be used well on the battlefield!?"

Robben nodded, "Okay, then you back a little, I'm going to try to start this thing."

"What?" Crick's eyes twitched in anger, and he couldn't help but say angrily, "I'm already in this place, you still told me to retreat! We are talking with the magic circle now!!"

Robben looked at Creek, who had actually withdrawn six or seven kilometers away, and said to the magic in his palm, "Let's go further, safety first!"

Crick's anger came from the magic circle, but... she still retreated a little more obediently, and it seemed that she didn't want to use her life to save face.
To be continued...