"Qiang!" A clear sound like a bell made Lin Ru wake up from her sleep and opened her eyes.
He first confirmed that he was not in Lost Land, at least not in his own home. Judging from the feeling, it felt like he was in his own dream tower world, but the scene in front of him was different from before.
In the original dream tower world, except for the lonely five-story magic tower, there was only the bright starry sky, which was scattered up, down, left, and in all directions. It was so bright that ordinary people might get tired of it after just one glance.
It's like a certain astronomy fanatic who has been looking at the sky since he was a child, dreaming of connecting the stars in the sky like the ancient Greeks, and composing some touching and heart-wrenching middle school stories.
But now the starry sky is like a big dye vat that has been broken. There are all kinds of colors. Even the monotonous starlight has been dyed with colorful colors. But it is not colorful, but a terrible look. Just like in elementary school.
I was in art class, and when I was cleaning my palette, the water turned to shit color.
The magic tower inside is operating with difficulty. In the past, all nightmares or demons who accidentally entered this world would die tragically from the white destructive light emitted by the seemingly endless starlight. Then the remains would be turned into the final form.
The basic bricks and wood were filled in the gaps of this magic tower, or they were newly built equipment. Maybe most of them were wasted, but they were picked up for free anyway, so I don't feel bad.
But this time the situation is different from the last time when someone was promoted in the World Tree Wadwo, who was impacted by the dimensional energy tide and played three-dimensional Tetris in a dream. Although that time came quickly and urgently,
But this time, they poured into this world in one breath and completely brought the whole place to a standstill.
Just like water is a good thing, as long as it is in rivers, streams, water pipes, swimming pools, and drinking fountains. But if there is so much water that it overflows the embankment and floods one or two stories high in one breath, the water will
became a disaster.
Although the Dream Magic Tower is still trying hard to find a thread from this mess, extract this messy energy and turn it into the base material for building the tower. But the speed is like a flood that submerges the entire city.
Just relying on a small household water pump to pump the water into the river that is already higher than the embankment will not help at all.
But someone knows very well that the key to waking up in this world is not this magic tower that is running like crazy, but the multi-layered magic array in the sky. That is the core formation of the World Tree.
, can convert various kinds of supernatural energy into nutrients to maintain its own survival and growth. The area is huge, far exceeding the size of the Dream Tower.
You will recognize this magic circle because when you were assisting the World Tree Wadwo and Lahti of the Kingdom of Pyat Jaime, you got a glimpse of their secrets that they never told others. It is estimated that those two trees do not know their most secret secrets.
Part of it has been exposed to someone’s eyes.
At least, Lin has never learned similar knowledge from other books, magicians, or archdruids. It is not something that the World Tree can directly open to people to see. So someone has always had the pleasure of peeping.
But the magic circle in front of me is far more complex than the two ones I have seen. If the basic structure were not very similar, no one would be sure whether it was that thing. In other words, there are younger ones than Xiao Xiao.
Wadwo, the stunted Lahti, and the higher-ranking Turtle Dove Alliance came to help him? And they also suppressed nearly one-third of the chaos energy in one breath.
Suddenly there was another chime sound, no less loud than the one that woke me up, echoing melodiously in this seemingly endless space.
Another multi-layered magic circle that was no less than the existing one in the sky occupied another part of the night and at the same time suppressed one-third of the chaotic energy.
The two magic circles are equal in size, but they seem to be inside and outside each other, swallowing and spitting, and they cooperate perfectly.
Starting from these two magic arrays, the sound of gold and iron continued to sound, either high-pitched or low, loud or soft. The multi-layered magic arrays that followed appeared, ranging in size from large to small.
, in different forms. In the end, there were twenty-one magic arrays in total. Not only did they suppress all the disordered energy, they even began to transform and clean up the world.
The method of cleaning is also very special. It is not to add bricks and tiles to the lonely magic tower. It is to reel the colorful energy, which looks like shit and smelly ditch, into threads. Multi-layered bodies of different sizes.
The number of silk threads that the magic circle can reel is also different. Basically, the larger the magic circle, the more silk threads can be produced at the same time.
Eight kinds of silk threads with distinct colors are concentrated in the same place, separated into warp and weft, some are shuttled, and some are jacquard. It seems that there is an invisible jacquard machine in operation, weaving a cloth that implies a certain law.
The weaving speed is very fast, and the woven cloth will be turned up left and right, rolled into a tube, and wound around the bottom to form a sphere. It is coiled around and around, and after a ball is coiled, it is moved to the next layer, and so on.
The layers of covering made the ball bigger and bigger. After a while, the dream world became much clearer, and the messy shit-colored energy became thinner.
I thought things would end like this, but I didn't expect that the chaos that was about to be wiped out suddenly surged and filled every visible place. It was even a bit denser than what someone saw when he woke up.
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The twenty-one multi-layered magic array is still running, but it can be clearly seen that the number of threads produced has decreased a lot. There are also several smaller ones that simply do not produce threads. Originally, large traps and small circles were operating.
The magic circle even has a tendency to have adverse luck.
The five-story magic tower, which had been weak and difficult before, also joined the ranks of suppression and reeling, and the crisis was leveled. Although it was not as aggressive as it was at the beginning, trying to swallow up all the chaotic energy in one go, but
It was also carried out in an orderly manner.
Even several magic circles that had been forced to stop have resumed normal operation. There are fewer threads coming out, but the operation is very smooth, and there is no feeling of sluggishness or ambiguity.
If you observe carefully, you will also find an anomaly. That is, the five-story magic tower in the dream not only swallowed the chaotic energy and reeled it into silk threads, but even the foundation of the tower gradually faded away and turned into
A portion of the silk thread that is eventually woven into a ball.
"What are you thinking about?" Feizhai's incarnation appeared behind someone and asked.
Lin glanced back, and the thin second-year incarnation wearing a middle school uniform was standing on the other side. "I was thinking about how likely it is that this is what I guessed."
The three of us looked up together. Although there were eight colors of silk thread, no one could tell what kind of pattern the invisible jacquard machine was weaving, or in what order the jacquard was woven. There was only the finished product.
The cloth was continuously woven, and then coiled into the ball that someone guessed was the 'godhead'.
If you stare at the ball, it seems to be condensing a unique set of permutations and combinations from countless possibilities, and it will be repeated continuously. Yi Rulin examines the power of the God of Disease that cursed him in the first place, and the subsequent fate.
Secretly recorded during the meeting, mystery, fate, and the divine power of the three guardian gods.
"But the question is, what concept should we use to condense the godhead?"
The three of us looked at each other.
"Gossip!" Fei Zhai's incarnation clenched his fists and shouted, with a decisive attitude.
"But why is it that the gossip you are talking about and the gossip I am thinking about are most likely not the same gossip." Lin in the original version said suspiciously.
The incarnation of Fat Man smiled and did not respond to such a question. But the three of me all had the same idea. The God of Gossip, the concept can be expanded: peeping, stalking, eavesdropping, far-fetched ideas, adding jealousy, and then getting a bunch of paparazzi.
Be a heroic spirit.
In this way, you can guarantee that you will become the most hated being in the six realms and three realms. It is the kind of being that will be beaten to death every time you see it. It is estimated that rats crossing the street are still relatively popular.
The original version of Lin Yi shivered and said tremblingly: "If you want to die, just commit suicide. Why bother looking for all kinds of fancy ways to die?"
"Then what kind of godhead do you want to condense?" Feizhai asked rhetorically. But the answer was the second incarnation, saying: "Maybe before considering that kind of thing, let's consider one question first."
The three are all themselves, so everyone knows this issue well, but they just haven't said it out loud. That is: Is it necessary to condense the godhead?
Before today, I had never made similar preparations. It can be said that the scene in front of me was the result of being chased away. Especially what kind of concept can represent oneself, this is a question that I have never thought about. And it is obvious that what is in front of me is already there.
It’s a situation where you have to think about it and don’t have time to think about it too much.
In this case, if you just find a direction and jump off, can you change it in the future? After establishing your godhood with the first concept, is there room for improvement in the future?
Because I have no preparation, and I don’t even have the so-called belief. How much power can a concept that I don’t believe in, or don’t firmly believe in, gather in my own hands?
The 'scientific' path to becoming a god seems very attractive. But do you dare to say that you are the first person in the scientific world? Calling yourself this way in the Lost World is just a general among the short ones. In fact, when I returned to Earth, I
In the environment, in front of that group of really top people, I am nothing. Since I don’t have the confidence to stand out from the crowd, how can I reach the top with this concept?
It is conceivable that even if I have condensed the divine power now, it will only be the lowest and weakest divine power.
Of course, Lin had done some research on the actual gods after coming to the Lost Land. The most important thing was to understand the public history of the gods, and to understand who could be offended and who could not be offended. However, the conclusion was that it had nothing to do with the 'gods'
For those who are related, it is best not to offend them if possible.
But the division between weak divine power, medium divine power, and powerful divine power is like an unbridgeable gap. No god can climb up from weak to powerful. It may also be because of the new god system of Midi.
The history is not long, so there are no such examples.
And more importantly, do you want to be bound by such a power? There is nothing wrong with the godhead representing a concept. It is the ultimate in this conceptual system, but it is not a cage, restricting the existence that stays in this position.
The three of them looked at each other and came to a conclusion: "I would rather be the head of a chicken than the queen of a cow!"