It was an exquisite pen made of black steel, but when many of them were arranged together, it seemed less stunning and surprising.

Helfas took out one of the black pens from the box and inlaid a newly made photo bead on it. He injected spiritual power into the black pen, and then continued to set up and control the black pen in the photo bead.

Established process for fountain pens.

"Real name, location, time."

"Inspection tracks."

After Helfas put down the pen, the black fountain pen released spiritual power that penetrated the photo beads and condensed a shadow invisible to the naked eye, which looked somewhat similar to the outline of Helfas's soul.

It holds a black pen, like a record monitor.

It will go to the human world and stay in a certain location. It will regularly patrol to a fixed location and recite the true name of the sealed object to suppress the weird consciousness.

It walks among the fields, villages and towns, coming and going without a trace. As long as Helfas continues to inject spiritual power into them, it will not be cut off.

This is the method that Helfas initially used to prevent the sealed object from requiring a demon hunter, and also to prevent the sealed object from backlash and breaking away from the seal. A black pen inlaid with shadow beads can monitor the seal in a large area.

things.

In the past, Helfas could only control three or four sealed objects. As his power became stronger, he was able to multi-task. His mental power was able to extend into a large number of tentacles, and he even controlled more sealed objects.

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But of course this kind of control is not very sophisticated, but for these ordinary oil bread tree farmland, cocoon tree farmland, etc., you just need to recite their true names from time to time to suppress them, and then pay attention to their situation.

This kind of thing is different from fighting, and naturally it doesn't require too precise operations.

This was just the beginning, but recently he had a better idea.

He seems to always have some fantastic ideas, I don’t know where they come from, but every fantastic idea can raise civilization to a higher level.

He was not satisfied that the combination of the black pen and the shadow beads was just for supervising the sealed objects. He began to leave the steps on how to advance these sealed objects in the shadow beads. He hoped that the black pen could patrol and suppress these sealed objects and at the same time help an area.

The sealed object is advanced.

Even the combination of the black pen and the photo beads can help the sealed objects in an area to finally integrate together, turning it into a secret realm that can resist and reject strange intrusions and perceptions, and can be self-sufficient.

For example.

Dozens of breadbasket farmland, seven or eight human-faced trees, and a three-story cave house giant tree were integrated into a closed whole, gradually moving towards the vision of the living town that Helfas once was.

The oil bread tree can provide food, the human face tree can control air humidity and even store water. The cave house giant tree is the most natural residence and shelter.

Towns are not dead things.

But alive.

Of course, this is only the advancement of the Bread Tree branch. The advancement of other sealed objects can naturally give birth to different life towns.

But no matter which one.

In a sense, it can replace the power of the bronze Dragon King statue and build a city.

He picked up the black pen again and tried to add and modify the content inside the photo beads.

"The next step is to design the steps for growth."

"Self-division, self-sealing, how to grow and advance."

"Sealing ceremony, urban structure layout, relying on high-level sealed objects to control similar low-level sealed objects."

"Well, where else."

"You can add a little bit here."

"Successful."

"We need to find a place to experiment first and supervise it personally."

Helfas is like a craftsman carving a stunning treasure. He is careful throughout the process, but what is born in the end is only an embryo.

This is the first time he has tried this method. Next, he must go to the human world to personally supervise the operation of this black pen and the birth of the living town.

He put down the black pen.

Get up and put on a set of decent clothes.

Inside is a slightly tight-fitting blouse, and outside is a robe with wide, fat sleeves, with patterns embroidered on the cuffs and open placket.

This is a kind of clothing that evolved from the robes of monks in the land of the full moon, so it also seems to have a strong sense of religious ritual.

The sea of ​​clouds and dense fog outside were still white and shining, but he once again thought of the gloom and drizzle on this land, so he put on another raincoat and cloak, and carried a suitcase in his other hand.

The suitcase contains many manuscripts written by Helfas himself. Although the photo beads can store information, Helfas still habitually likes to write down when thinking.

And among the thick stack of papers, the beginning of the first one said:

"Analysis of the Secret Art of Divine Grace."

There is one very crucial thing he must do recently.

Break through the fourth level.

Only by breaking through the fourth level can he be completely free from the constraints of his body and life span. By breaking through the fourth level, he no longer needs to rely on the Tower of Babel to complete his reincarnation. At that time, he may have initially grasped some initiative.

For your own life, for your own life.

At least, you don't have to watch yourself grow old day by day, you don't have to worry about death knocking on your door, and you don't have to worry about your fragile self being full of weaknesses and being found and killed with one strike.

He didn't know if his talent was good, because there was no one who could match him, but it seemed that there wouldn't be much of a problem breaking through to the fourth level.

The four-point secret technique of divine grace he obtained originally included divine grace, which was advanced knowledge based on divine grace. This secret book also solved the knowledge he needed to move forward to even higher levels.

"It's time to go."

He walked out of the gate and came to the edge of the cliff. After looking into the distance, he jumped.

He does not rely on the power of sealed objects.

You can soar in the sky and sea of ​​clouds by yourself.

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She was carrying a basket and wearing a coarse sleeveless knee-length skirt as she picked wild ferns that could be used as food in the wilderness. Her face looked dirty.

It was almost getting dark, but she still hadn't picked much food.

She comes from a small settlement on the edge of the country, with only over a hundred people, poor and with nothing. Her food sources mainly come from gathering wild ferns and hunting, or exchanging prey for food and some daily necessities.

But not long ago, a settlement not far from their settlement was gifted by God and received a piece of oil bread farmland. The king sent a nobleman to bring many people to that settlement and upgraded the settlement into a village.

People who own villages are officially citizens and are no longer so-called savages.

She went to see it from a distance with the children from the settlement a few days ago.

The beautiful and neat saplings are hung with freshly grown fruits. Just looking at them makes people want to swallow their saliva. However, the people in the new village send people to patrol them all the time, and even come over after noticing them.

Drive them away.

"Thief."

"Do you want to steal our breadfruit?"

"Leave immediately."

They dispersed in a hurry, but they still thought about the oil-bread farmland.

"I wonder what fresh breadfruit tastes like."

"It must be better than the powdery paste we had before!"

"Is it better than that? It's the most delicious thing we have ever eaten. It has a sweet taste and there are oil stars in it."

"I really want to try it."

So, she fantasized about one day moving with her parents to a village with breadbasket farmland, where she would have endless food and no longer have to be afraid of scary dragon beasts or even weird disasters.

"rustle."

In the jungle, a figure carrying a suitcase pushed aside the branches and leaves and walked out.

The child who was bending down to pick wild ferns straightened up and was stunned because she had never seen anyone dressed like that.

The fabric the other party is wearing is extremely gorgeous, just like the clouds in the sky, and the patterns embroidered on it are so mysterious that they seem to have some mysterious power, attracting people's minds to those patterns.

All in all, it's like being from heaven or another world.

After taking one look at the other person, she realized that he was just a child, so she withdrew her gaze and continued walking forward.

She shouted excitedly like a child who had seen something new.

"Hey, that outsider."

"What are you doing here? This is not your place."

She imitated the glare of the man who drove them away before, and was very territorial, even if there was nothing in their place.

But in fact, she just wanted to get closer and take a look at that beautiful dress.

The man stopped, letting her look at him with wide eyes, and then said with a smile: "I am going to build an oil-bread life town near here."

Her curiosity suddenly aroused: "Life Town?"
To be continued...