Mehad's willpower was actually not bad, and it was even very strong.
But it depended on who he was compared to.
It was definitely incomparable to the members. The members' cheating training almost represented the pinnacle of human willpower.
And compared to the ancient assassins, there was a lot of difference. This was indeed related to the abandonment of some principles in his heart.
After all, the assassins had changed from blades of purification to killers, and they had avoided battles and fled many times in the face of the Blue and White Society. Their self-recognition and persistence in their beliefs were different from the ancient assassins.
The members were people who would hold up the sky if it fell, and there was always an incomparably passionate heart in their hearts. They could confidently say that if mankind was destroyed, the Blue and White Society would definitely be destroyed first.
The ancient assassins were once the Damocles of the world. They were the tide makers hidden in the dark, setting off the waves of the world and leading the advance of the era.
Although the changes of the times were unstoppable, there was always a fuse and a vent. There needed to be an indomitable sword to break the old shackles and be a pioneer.
Therefore, whether it was the members, the assassins, or even the followers of Mohism, they all had a strong sense of mission.
They all strongly identified with themselves in their respective eras, and this kind of will transcended life and death.
On the contrary, modern assassins were driven away by the desire to survive, forced by the current situation, and changed by the environment. They were like cattle and sheep driven away by the herdsman. They were only a small part of the era, fish buried in the waves.
It was true that in order to live, the will could be extremely firm. But in the end, it could not surpass the era, surpass life and death.
In just a few dozen seconds, Mehad went crazy. His reason was defeated by seven strong 'era-level wills.'
When divinity took over, the personality would be greatly impacted.
The personality could not withstand the thinking mode of divinity. It was a huge torrent of data that could not be summarized by any emotion or will.
The amount of information that the hundreds of millions of pores in the body came into contact with, the external perception that the eyes, ears, hands, tongue, and nose felt, were all poured into the subjective in the form of a mental impact.
It was like a huge company, and all the employees threw documents at the president alone. The complicated information was enough to crush people to death.
The stronger the subjective opposition to the priesthood, the more this data would be distributed to the manipulator.
But at most, it was not more than one-tenth.
In other words, even if he suppressed nine people of the same level at the same time, and the other party completely opposed the order, he could still fight to a draw, and everyone's rationality would be reduced to zero.
Eight was the safety line. Mehad knew his limits, so he had only awakened seven.
As such, as long as his willpower wasn't too far off from that of the seven ancient assassins, then the ones who couldn't hold on and went crazy first would definitely be those seven ancient assassins.
When the seven people on the other side went crazy first, the subjective who lost his rationality would bear all the impact of divinity, completely obliterating his personality, and would no longer share it with the controller. In this way, the controller could still retain his rationality, and vice versa.
To put it bluntly, it was a competition to see who would go crazy later.
In the end, Mehad had overestimated himself and underestimated the ancient assassins.
The seven Master Assassins, who had taken the brunt of the attack, didn't even have time to react before the controller couldn't take it anymore …
This could only mean one thing. They were both Master Assassins, but their wills weren't on the same level.
Once the culprit went mad, the abnormality was removed, and the seven assassins returned to their natural state.
His subjective consciousness stood out from the dark cage of his thoughts.
"I've already given him a chance … I didn't completely object to this order …" The old assassin sighed.
Knowing that Mo Qiong and Lord Gou had transformed into little girls, they didn't completely reject killing them.
As for Mo Qiong's disguise, they knew at a glance that it was an act. They could tell just by looking at Lord Gou. How could a three-year-old child have such sharp eyes and even a wild temperament?
After Mehad explained what the Blue White Society was, Sandaime and the others simply didn't have the desire to fight.
Why kill the members? It was to weaken the Blue White Society.
Weakening the backbone of the era, yes, that was what assassins did, but that was to pave the way for the new era. Then what? Have they thought about the new era? After the collapse of the Blue White Society, what was the future?
"I've also given him a chance. I asked him why he didn't do everything the Blue White Society did. His answer was silence … "Sandaime sighed. He was disappointed at that time.
When overthrowing someone else's plan, one had to come up with one's own plan. Otherwise, overthrowing the old era without a better new era was called adding to the chaos.
Silence was the answer he didn't want to see the most.
Why don't you come up with something new, Mehad!
The old assassins helped the new Ottoman Empire destroy the Byzantine Empire, but that was to block the land communication between the East and the West. Then, they forced the countries to go to sea, so that the East and the West could re-establish sea communication, and finally trigger the great geographical discovery.
In fact, even if Mehad said a lot of things, this group of old people wouldn't understand anyway. This was a generation gap. There must be a lot of things in this era that they couldn't understand.
Therefore, no matter what Mehad said, Sandaime and the others couldn't refute. They could only think to themselves, "This generation has their own ideas, I can't keep up."
But in the end, Mehad didn't even say an answer that they couldn't understand. At that time, the ancient assassins' mentality collapsed.
Silence meant that they never thought about it.
That was why Sandaime said dishearteningly, "Forget it, the new era's matters will be taken care of by the new era's people. My efforts have been completed in my era, you guys can do it. "
The new era's people here weren't Mehad, but the Blue White Society.
"Phew … I can't hold on any longer."
Mo Qiong felt sore all over at this moment. The high-intensity, high-load battle was too tiring.
It was fine when they were fighting, but when they stopped, all the fatigue rushed up.
He quickly took the opportunity to eat a few candies and said to the ancient assassins who had stopped, "Do you still want to fight?"
The pirate assassin laughed and said, "You're still alive? Are all the members so powerful? To be able to resist the ruthless killing of so many of us. "
Mo Qiong saw that they had no desire to fight, so he pointed to Mehad who was still fighting the air and said, "If you don't want to fight, let us take care of him. What's his situation now?"
Although Mehad had gone crazy, his strength was not reduced at all, and the sand and stones around him were flying.
He was even constantly switching between the petrified state and the statue back and forth.
Sandaime said, "The impact of divinity has destroyed his rationality, and now he seems to be fighting an endless number of monsters."
"Of course, normal people can't imagine what he's thinking. The touch of the sand, the blowing of the wind, the feeling of the sun shining on his body, every one of them is like a monster jumping into a pond, stirring up the muddy water and disturbing the fish in the pond. "
"Perhaps in his eyes, the whole world is broken, dark, strange, and terrifying. We don't know what a madman is thinking, but in short, he can't make any rational judgments about everything in reality. "
Master Gou seemed to have some experience, and he said vaguely, "Touching the ball, staying up for three days in the mud, blinding 100,000 mosquitoes, it's like he heard one."
Mo Qiong thought for a moment and could imagine. The amount of information that made one's heart feel divinity was like staying up for three days and three nights to recite a 100,000 word essay. And this feeling of near collapse was only what Mehad felt when he heard one word.
There was no room for rational thought in the explosion of information.
"Then …" Mo Qiong walked over and prepared to subdue Mehad.
But there was already one person who beat him to it.
Yi Luo, the 19th generation assassin master.
He had also mastered Earth Ray before. At this moment, after Mehad went crazy, he suddenly stabbed the hidden blade into Mehad's neck.
Then, he skillfully cut open Mehad's back and took out a piece of yellow ore. This yellow ore was wrapped in a casing, and it was directly sewn into Mehad's body.
"Bam!" Mo Qiong didn't say anything and fired a shot.
Stone powder exploded out of Yi Luo's head, and he said coldly, "He can't, but I can …"
The 3rd generation assassin said sadly, "Since you didn't risk your life in the last 100 years, then you should hide and wait for the new era to come."
"No, there is no chance. You people don't understand this era. This era is full of temptations. Who wants to be an assassin? "Yi Luo directly swallowed the Earth Mang.
"We were forced to change. If we don't change, we will die. We just want to live. What's wrong with that?"
The 3rd generation assassin turned around and asked the old assassin, "5th generation, what's wrong with the Byzantine Empire?"
The old assassin shrugged and said, "That's for historians."
Yi Luo was sad. When they changed, they became the same as the people they assassinated.
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