"So, only the three of us are on the road?" Ricas sat on the back of the beetle, stepping on the gaps in the beetle with his feet, maintaining his body balance like the other two. Except for the opponents he met on the field, he had never ridden any other creatures. He was a slave and should have been kept at the bottom from birth and ridden by others. Although he was strong and agile, he could not conquer the beetle's smooth shell and had fallen several times. Even if he rode on it, his clumsy posture would always cause the other two people to laugh.

There is no ridicule in their laughter, only simple happiness. Mike can be happy, he is a slave owner, why can Butcher be happy? And, the biggest question is: "Do you really have the ability to bring me into the gladiatorial competition in the Temple Tower?"

"Yes, I promise. You will get the freedom you want." Zhao Maiyi pointed out. He had a plan, a plan that could not be shared - only confidentiality could make the plan successful in the end. So, he didn't even tell Butcher unless he could improve his ability to psychic supernatural powers, at least avoid being easily spyed.

"Only groups can participate in the competition, and the smallest group is three people." Ricas swayed, waving his arms in the air. "Please tell me that you have at least another slave."

"It's gone." Zhao Mai shook his head: "I don't have that much money to buy another slave. So, if I need it, I will also go on stage."

Ricas turned his gaze to Butcher and said, "The master is joking, isn't he?"

"No, what he said is true." Butcher shook his head with a slanted corner of his mouth. "If you are really the strongest gladiator, then the two of us are enough. He is just a group of numbers."

"Master Mike, you are the most honest slave owner I have ever met, but I really want to run away now."

"No matter how you run, the desert will catch you, and you will eventually have nowhere to escape." Zhao Mai turned around from the beetle's back and said to Rikas. "I gave you my promise that you should catch it."

"Yes, master." Ricas gradually found the trick, and the shaking became smaller. "I will earn you a lot of money and refill your pockets. I wish I could have another teammate."

"So you have a few things you have to do." Zhao Mai threw a book into Rikas' arms and said, "You are responsible for watching the road and taking us to Tyr City. You are responsible for fighting, and you are responsible for learning the supernatural powers of the mind."

"Can I learn the psychic powers, can I also learn it?" Ricas trembled with his hands and grabbed the book in his hand. He knew the various magical aspects of the psychic powers, and his mixed bloodline also brought him some natural abilities, but it had no other purpose except to form a layer of fragile protection for his spirit and soul.

Strong psychic powers are necessary to obtain higher social status. Not to mention those priests, there is no one who is not a user of psychic powers. Although all Atas people can manifest themselves (that is, to display psychic powers), only through regular learning by the system can the psychic powers become stronger and exceed their own limits.

Several large city-states, such as Tyr City, have schools that teach superpowers. However, it is difficult for ordinary citizens to enter, let alone low-ranking slaves. Psychic power is the best way to punish and control slaves, so slaves will not be exposed to this skill. Rikas did not expect that he would get such an opportunity, so he was naturally so excited that he could not control himself.

"I don't know if you recognize words or not, but if you don't understand, you can come to me. If it really doesn't work, Butcher can do it too." Zhao Mai put away the parasol above his head, exposed himself to the scorching sun, and then closed his eyes and began to meditate.

He is learning the supernatural powers of the mind.

There is no way to do this. Atas's natural force is too weak. Only when the Witch King controls the city can he cast spells without restrictions. Moreover, as long as he casts the spell, he will absorb the surrounding vitality. From the beginning of vegetation, all creatures will be affected until the creatures are extinct, and they will continue to destroy the vitality of the planet itself.

Some mages can recognize the harm caused by their spell casting, and then consciously control them to avoid irrecoverable damage. They are called guardians. However, even guardians may cause irrecoverable permanent damage to the environment due to emergencies or some loss of control, resulting in irrecoverable permanent damage to the environment, thus becoming a blasphemer. Once they become blasphemers, Atas's planet will infect this person, and even if they want to restore control and become a guardian, it is impossible for him to restore control.

Zhao Mai's own magic ability is relatively weak and will not cause great damage. He extracted the Force but did not cast the spell, and he has not been infected by the planet's will for the time being. But even if he carefully controls the casting scale, the forest will turn into a desert over time, and the green will turn yellow. This is how the entire sea of ​​Atas's sand comes from. This is completely the fault of the arcane user, but now even the druids are implicated. Now the ecology of the planet is no longer restored. Even the druids who are careful, even the druids who follow the guardian's code of conduct can only cause damage.

Spells are evil and become truth in this extreme environment.

But life will always find a way out, and the spiritual power is this way out. In addition, Zhao Mai needs to preserve his physical strength to deal with the harsh natural environment, so he doesn't need it without the natural force. Learning the spiritual power has become his best choice for passing the time.

The halfling's manual for the mind powers says that the limits of the senses help stimulate the generation of mind powers, and at the same time the sun - despite its cruelty - is the source of all the energy of Atas. Zhao Mai put himself under the scorching sun, received the illumination of this source of power, and began to look inward and meditate. The unbearable pain challenged his body's limits and caused the power in his body to fight back. Before learning the mind powers, this force was pure natural force, and he survived. But now, another force is growing, and it is the power bursting out from his spirit and soul.

How did this energy come about, why didn’t it appear before but now? These are things that Zhao Mai couldn’t understand. When learning the Force of Naturalness, he also had similar questions: Where does life come from, why does life exist, and what is the essence of the Force? These questions are like a mage thinking about the source of magic and a priest pursuing the original intention of God; just as the philosophers on the earth constantly ask: "Who am I", "Where am I from", "Where am I going?"

Problems always exist, but reality cannot be ignored because of the existence of the problem, and cannot stop moving forward. The reality is that with the ability of the mind, Zhao Mai can better protect himself, at least not so painful under the scorching sun. Moreover, he is also consciously guiding, allowing the natural force and the ability of the mind to start a preliminary collaboration. The purpose of both of them is the same, and they must protect Zhao Mai from being harmed by the harsh environment, so there is a basis for cooperation.

The idea of ​​survival is quite strong. Does this come from the innate intuition of danger or the acquired fear of death by the spirit and soul? Anyway, Zhao Mai doesn't know. A phenomenon will cause a series of problems, and these problems will only bring one result in the end, which is to urge humans to make progress in the process of continuous exploration.

Whenever the mind's supernatural power is enhanced, unimaginable pleasure lingers in the heart; whenever the natural force is enhanced, his power becomes strong and free. It is precisely because of these two feelings that he can withstand the persecution of the desert environment and persist in meditation for a long time.

However, being able to persist does not mean being able to ignore it. Meditation must always end, because Zhao Mai needs to drink water and eat to make up for the consumption of his body and avoid death. The powerful druid can use the natural force to terminate the process of his aging; a powerful psychic warlock can free the spirit from the constraints and soar freely between heaven and earth. Zhao Mai is still too far from that realm, but he is moving step by step in that direction.
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