Lu Zhengkang: I thought I was on the thirteenth floor, and then I was enchanted to return to the first floor. In fact, I was on the fifteenth floor.

Things suddenly became interesting. Lu Zhengkang was stroking his face. To be precise, he was stroking the pastor's face.

This piece of leather fit on his cheek like a mask, and the edges were filled with tiny flagella, still swaying gently. Lu Zhengkang was not familiar with this technology, but he could see the purpose of this face: camouflage.

It is not only the disguise of the face, but also the disguise of the entire body, and even other more complex information, words and deeds, thinking fluctuations, soul characteristics, and causal connections.

This face is a mysterious object, a meme, a meme, and a business card.

Let everyone who sees this face believe that the person wearing this face is the person whose identity the face refers to.

This is an item that can change others' identification of the user.

Someone's summary of himself shapes his self-knowledge, and other people's views of someone are based on their own summary of that person's image.

The opinion of a person is changeable, but the impression of a person's social identity is relatively fixed. When you meet an old classmate you haven't seen for many years, even if you can't believe the other person's change, you can

Easily identify each other: old classmates.

This priest's mask gives Lu Zhengkang the identity of a priest, but this thing is not controllable. No matter who sees him, they will believe that they have become the priest himself, including Lu Zhengkang.

That is to say, when Lu Zhengkang saw this face in the mirror again, he once again lost his memory unconsciously.

This process of getting lost was not intense. Lu Zhengkang recognized himself as a player and as a character in the game at the same time, and did not feel anything was wrong.

His understanding of the player Lu Zhengkang has a profound foundation. His memory has not been erased or tampered with, just suppressed. His understanding of the priest has no past support at all, but this impression is extremely profound, and

, except that he has no memory, the pastor’s behavior pattern has been completely transplanted.

Lu Zhengkang walked through the corridor briskly and naturally, just like he had passed by this place repeatedly many years ago. He was not familiar with the surroundings and had no relevant memories, but he was very clear about where he was going.

If he wants to go to the top of the tower, he needs to go through the fifteenth floor and come to a special ladder shaft for the main devil. The priest did not tell him what was at the top of the tower, but when he became a priest, he expected to go to the top of the tower.

, there is what he needs.

The communication crystal lit up with ice-blue light, and the priest's voice came out, "Outsider, you should go to the fourteenth floor. Have you lost your way?"

Lu Zhengkang did not answer. There would be other zombies on the road trying to attack him. After reaching the fifteenth floor, the zombies that appeared were not only apprentices and violent experimental subjects, but also real mages: or in other words, legendary spellcasters.

They retain more characteristics of living bodies, and there are almost no traces of decay on their appearance. Compared with the residents of the shelter, they are only slightly older, which is reflected in their dry skin and hair.

Moreover, they retain a considerable degree of intelligence.

"Freeman, why are you here?" Yulitan, the head of the Psychic Cracking Department, stood in his theater and greeted Lu Zhengkang, holding a crystal wine glass covered with dust and cobwebs in his hand.

What answered him was a white sword energy that tore apart Yuritan's shield. The moment he was about to hit his body, the spellcaster who had been promoted to legend during his lifetime teleported away without leaving a trace.

Lu Zhengkang's Qi machine sensed the disturbance in the space-time structure, just like the wake left by a flying bird. The space-time structure will also leave some traces of distortion after being transmitted. The flying sword flicked and followed the turbulence of time and space.

Teleport out and stab into Yuritan's body.

After all, a living corpse is just a living corpse. Most of the legendary mage's abilities have been wiped out. After taking this death sword, Yuritan could only cover his waist and abdomen, which had a big wound, and murmured to himself, "I

Just saying hello..." The white light engulfed him, and his soul ascended into the sky.

Such wonderful experiences continued to happen. Lu Zhengkang headed all the way to the central area of ​​​​the fifteenth floor. This place is only two floors away from the top of the tower. It is in a huge demiplane, so that this floor itself is similar to a

A highly integrated urban building with a structure similar to a honeycomb, three-dimensional distribution, and a starry sky simulated by magic on the top.

Lu Zhengkang emerged from the top floor of a building and could finally overlook the fifteenth floor of the city.

This area of ​​Tallinn should be said to be very dangerous and malicious. For example, the area above the fourteenth floor of the Turquoise Tower is completely unsuitable for exploration. The number of legendary spellcasters is too concentrated, and the possibility of sudden death is too great.

Lu Zhengkang, wearing a priest's mask, could still avoid alerting these high-level zombies. No matter what method the other salt descendants use to reach the fifteenth floor, they will encounter a difficult process of pushing the map.

A living corpse only has one life, and salt descendants with faith can be resurrected continuously.

However, Lu Zhengkang only has one life.

He looked at the tall buildings in this city. Due to the collapse and instability of the demiplane itself, quite a few of the buildings here were in a state of destruction.

To Lu Zhengkang's surprise, the design style here can be said to be very Bauhaus. It has the ultimate pursuit of simple design in the industrial era, which forms a strong contrast with the luxurious interior decoration. The shape is made up of hexagonal prisms.

The collective structure, the planning of the city can be seen from a high place as a simulated honeycomb structure, with residential areas, trade buildings, research departments, parks, water bodies, mountainous areas, experimental material parks, dangerous experimental areas, etc.

The buildings are connected by overpasses and ground roads. Basically, there is a super giant teleportation array at the top of each building. Lu Zhengkang estimated that it is not a problem to park one small material-level space battleship on average. Calculated, that is, it can accommodate

What an aircraft carrier looks like.

As a priest, he was extremely familiar with these teleportation arrays. He jumped to the central magic stairwell through the teleportation gate of the Psychic Crack Department building, and then went straight to the top of the tower.

Here, in the deep sky, there are twin trees standing, and the sky is filled with stars and rivers, and there are waves of tides.

Lu Zhengkang held his arms and admired the works in front of him.

"Freeman, my secretary, you are here." A three-meter-high vertical pupil slowly opened in the deep sky. Its sclera was gray and covered with purple, spiderweb-like blood threads, and its iris was a

There are piles of dark green vesicles, and as for the pupil, there is a dark blue waxing moon in the pupil.

This is the man who sits at the top of the turquoise tower, a spellcaster who once had powerful divine power, but now only has a two-dimensional eyeball left.

"I want to go to the base." Lu Zhengkang, or Freeman said.

The priest's voice came from the communication crystal on his waist: "I'm causing you trouble, sir. This is an outsider."

The vertical pupils were like a piece of silk in the black world, drifting gently, leaving a wake like water waves, "I see, you gave him the Io Mask?"
Chapter completed!