Chapter 895
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Josiah currently discovered that there were two components in this world. One was the conscious world that represented consciousness and soul, and the other was the real world where creatures lived.
Inscriptions were used as a bridge and medium to communicate between the two worlds, but the source of magic power was still a mystery. However, one thing was certain.
That was, a soul could only have one Weave. However, if two souls shared a body, Josiah wasn't sure. Clary and Monet under the Venerated Skeleton had not tried to activate another Weave Crystal.
But in the current situation, Josiah could only think of twenty-six souls sharing a body at the same time. This was completely equivalent to the symptoms of twenty-six split personalities.
"Do you Nephilic Judges have the ability to absorb other people's souls?"
Josiah also came to the interior of the cell. After bypassing some torture instruments, he stood beside Qianmian and asked.
"Stitches was given the ability to mentally enslave others by her messenger." When Qianmian mentioned the past, she had quietly clenched the dagger in her hand.
It was hard to imagine how much self-control the Dark Elf had when he was interrogating his enemy. That was why he didn't accidentally kill him.
"Humans with weak willpower will become her puppets, but this is the ability to control other people's souls. I don't know if she can draw power from it." Qianmian said.
"Now it seems that she has this ability …" When Josiah approached the Nephilic Judge, he found that the soul in the Nephilic Judge's body was abnormally strong. It was not the powerful soul of the Venerated Skeleton that made people tremble.
Instead, it was like a deformed body that was sewn together by many weak souls.
The white cat, who had been lying on Josiah's head, made a hoarse roar at the Nephilic Judge. It seemed to hate the Nephilic Judge very much.
"Its consciousness is completely immersed in the Weave."
Qianmian stabbed her eyes with the dagger in her hand. The dagger stopped in mid-air when it was about to touch the eyeball.
In this case, any normal person's eyes would blink reflexively, but Stitches did not react at all.
Qianmian was using this method to prove to Josiah that she had cut off her perception of the outside world.
"I found this on her body." A green leaf sealed in an Origin Crystal appeared in Thousand-Faced Assassin's other hand.
"To prevent being infected by the Grey Fog?"
When Josiah wanted to take the raw crystal from Qianmian's hand, the white cat had already jumped up on Josiah's head. It was in a state of complete anger.
It seemed like in the eyes of this white cat, this Primordial Crystal was something that it absolutely did not want to touch. For example … water.
"How should I put it? I feel a little accomplished."
A large number of Weave interfaces that Qianmian could not understand appeared in front of Josiah. There were only a large number of complex inscriptions flashing on these Weave interfaces.
"A sense of accomplishment?" Qianmian tried to find something useful in the mess of inscriptions on the Weave interface, but it ended in failure.
"If every Nephilic Judge is as passionate about the Weave as she is, I don't think anyone would believe in strange gods like things from outside the world."
Josiah used his fingertip to swipe away some of the useless Marionette interfaces, leaving only two images that were still flashing with inscriptions.
"Did you cut off her connection to the Weave?" Qianmian asked immediately when she saw Josiah stop what he was doing.
"Before I cut it off, I wanted to see what this Nephilic Judge is doing with the Weave. Aren't you curious?" Josiah asked.
"Nope."
Qianmian replied straightforwardly to Josiah. She could joke around with Josiah during her daily work, but when it came to matters related to past hatred, Qianmian really had no sense of humor at all.
Before Josiah could reply to Qianmian, a violent roar came from the Weave in front of Josiah.
"I told you! I don't need your cooperation! Get lost! "
This voice should belong to the Nephilic Judge named Needle. The Weave interface showed the Longblade Highland in the World Scar.
"So this Inquisitor is a hot-tempered Horde player."
Josiah watched quietly as she controlled a Tauren Druid to transform into a giant bear and pounced on a Gnoll.
It was very rare for a Horde player to appear in an Alliance training ground. Josiah watched the battle from another screen.
There were a total of 26 Horde characters on the battlefield, all controlled by Needle. These characters formed a team and became the first line of defense against the Gnoll's attack.
The surrounding Alliance players were greatly impressed by the bravery of this group of Horde warriors and expressed their desire to lend a hand. But in the end …
"Get lost! Get away from me! Ah! Damn it! "
Needle's voice was a little hoarse. The other teams formed by the Alliance players circled to the back of the Gnoll and wanted to launch a sneak attack. However, they did not expect the Gnoll under Hiri's control to have an additional skill … Flying Axe.
This time, there was no decent commander like before. Although the Gnoll's HP was steadily decreasing, the players were still being chased around by the Rift Lord.
This time, Josiah increased the Lord's HP. Hiri seemed to be a little tired after playing for the whole afternoon. The Gnoll's HP was also less than 10%.
"It's my prey!"
Needle did not seem to be willing to let the Alliance players kill the Lord. She was completely immersed in her berserk Tauren Druid character.
Just as the giant bear was about to pounce on the Gnoll, its movements suddenly froze. In the next second, it disappeared from the battlefield.
"What now?!"
Needle's roar did not disappear. Instead, it was replaced by another Orc Warrior on the battlefield.
However, she still put her attention on the Lord. The moment she controlled the other Horde characters to surround the Gnoll, Needle discovered that the characters she controlled had disappeared from her side one by one.
When Needle came back to her senses, the only character she could control was the Orc Warrior.
The result was, of course, the Orc Warrior was instantly killed by the Gnoll. The Orc Warrior stood quietly in the graveyard as a soul.
"Why … Why!"
Needle's screams continued. The interface of the other characters she controlled had popped up with a notification saying, "You have lost connection to the network."
"Hello."
Josh logged into his World Scar character and sent a private message to Stitched Needle, who was from a different faction.
Needles didn't pay attention to this message at all. She logged out of her disconnected account and kept trying to reconnect.
"I've already cut off your connection to the Weave. It's useless no matter how much you try."
Josiah sent another message. Needle only noticed Josiah's existence the moment she saw this message.
"Who are you?!"
Needle immediately sent a message to Josiah.
"You can think of me as the Weave's maintainer."
"Maintainer? I don't care what you are … Stay away from my toys! "
This Nephilic Judge seemed to be very irritable. She did not have the patience to communicate with Josiah.
"I can stay away from your toys, but they may never appear in the World Scar again. You will also lose the right to access the Weave forever."
After Josiah sent this message, Needle did not reply to Josiah for a long time.
"Josiah, it's working."
Qianmian had been paying attention to the state of Needle's body. While Josiah and Needle were communicating through the Weave, Needle's expression gradually became distorted. However, she was still unaware of the outside world.
"I know."
Josiah's fingertip moved across some of the inscriptions on the Weave again. The 25 rays of light that had turned grey on Needle's head turned green again.
"Josiah!"
Qianmian wanted to grab Josiah's wrist, but it was too late. Needle was about to leave this unconscious state, but Josiah gave her another chance to connect to the Weave.
"Candy and whips." Josiah half-squatted in front of the Nephilic Judge. "For a player, there is nothing more painful than disconnecting when their lord is about to die."
"That lord is your wife!"
At this moment, Thousand Faced Assassin helplessly clutched his forehead.
"Hiri never liked to play games with easy difficulty," Josiah said.
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