The Iron Book and the townspeople waited for the Chabarron in front of them - no longer named by this name - to tell him what he had changed his name to.
But he didn't say it!
Although Chabron claimed to have changed his name, he did not intend to say what he changed his name to.
Anyway, no matter what it is changed to, it won’t be Chabron!
Once you reveal your new name, you will be used by the Iron Book again as part of the legal sanctions.
"Let me see what other decrees you can issue in these books to accurately target me."
Chabron immediately thought of several possible wordings, but was not sure which one the Iron Book would choose.
It seems that the young priest was reluctant to say his new name, and the original decrees were erased from the iron books, and the ink disappeared into the void.
Then, new ink appeared simultaneously on each iron book:
[The breath of strangers will irreversibly pollute the air, which is a criminal act.]
The Iron Book did not plan to use words to deal with the young priest, but chose to kill him and another stranger, the silver-haired boy An Luo!
Before the text he saw was finished, Chabron immediately made a counterattack - pinched his nose to prove that he was not breathing. He looked sideways and saw that An Luo next to him was smart enough and almost at the same time as him.
Did the same action.
The stagnant turn-based time flow traps them in an eternal 6 seconds. There is no possibility of suffocation in such a short time!
The iron book planned to continue writing, but it stopped as soon as the new ink mark appeared.
Of course, the blond young priest knew that this was the abnormal effect on him -
They are trapped in 6 seconds, which is longer than eternity. Although they can speak and think without hindrance, complex, time-consuming and labor-intensive actions (such as casting spells and attacking with weapons) are restricted.
This is the turn-based system, which simplifies complex elements, then limits the operation of the elements, and limits the amount of actions per unit time through concepts such as the number of actions, action categories, action points, and movement power.
For the Iron Book that becomes a "constructed creature" after activation, generating text is a time-consuming and laborious supernatural ability to be activated. It is a behavior that needs to be restricted in all types of turn-based games and requires a standard action.
The amount of text that can be generated within an action is limited.
It cannot act indefinitely. If it wants to continue writing, it must wait until its next turn.
But this round, Xia Bron and An Luo have not taken action yet!
It's your turn...
wrong!
The air is still full of malice, the malice of law-abiding people watching criminals.
Qingjun's blond priest immediately realized that although the two men stopped breathing immediately, the townspeople still looked at them fiercely.
Dozens of eyes cast terrifying glances, mixed with displeasure, anger and reproach, towards them...
behind.
Xia Bron looked in the direction of his eyes and looked behind him——
A familiar man stood there, his iconic hunched muscles and strong body becoming a kind of intimidation behind the rain curtain.
He was wearing a simple brown shirt and trousers, and his usual cheerful and decadent expression no longer existed.
The man's original beard has been cut off, and the stubble reveals the vicissitudes of life. The outline of his facial features is like a hard and powerful sculpture, and his eyes are sharp and deep.
Jakes.
Another stranger.
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Jacks just stood there, like a sculpture.
The rain flowed down from his shoulders, soaked his clothes, wet his fluffy hair, and flowed from his chin, which had been cleaned of beard.
Arya and An Luo's uncle had strong features, his iconic knuckled muscles and a strong body, which became a kind of intimidation behind the rain curtain. His eyes swept over every town citizen, his stern gaze
It seems to be lethal in itself.
He didn't hold his breath, so he was naturally regarded as a criminal by the townspeople.
Chabron didn't know when Jacks came here. It might have been when he had just activated [Time Sequencing], but he had been focusing on the iron book and not paying attention behind him.
The blond boy pulled the silver-haired boy and ran to Jax's side in a few steps.
Standing next to the man (and looking at the words Level 16 above his head), Chabron felt a little relieved.
"It's good that you're fine." Jacks looked at An Luo beside him and squatted down as if no one else was watching.
It seems like the dozens of adults surrounding them are just meaningless background.
The man raised his hand and gently stroked his nephew's beautiful silver hair, stroked his wrists that had red marks from being tied up, and stroked his cheeks that were red from being beaten.
Seeing the face with blood-red palm prints, Jacks felt sad. ("Uh, cough" Chabron looked away and coughed uncomfortably)
Jacks’ gentle tone was in sharp contrast to his burly figure:
"Xiao Anluo, you have suffered. Whoever dares to hurt you like this again will pay the price.
"Let's go, my sister is waiting for you at home."
The tall and heroic man took the child's hand, turned around, and was about to leave.
It was as if there were no townspeople surrounding him with fierce looks on his face.
Chabrin released the shackles of time just in time, and the man took the two children and walked straight towards the sparsest direction among the crowd.
The man just walked around minding his own business.
It was as if he saw nothing, and regarded the obstacles in front of him as nothing.
"Even if you commit the crime of ignoring your breathing, you can't take him away." Officer Follett took a few steps forward to block Jakes, "You ruined the festival."
Jakes didn't respond to the officer's words, he just kept walking.
"Get out of the way." Jacks' words were simple.
Follett frowned. A pocket diamond appeared in his hand at some point and was used as a casting material. Inside the transparent diamond, electric light was gathering.
Chabron was not surprised. The words above Follett's head were [Level 2 Warlock].
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The young man knew that arcane spellcasters such as wizards and warlocks were relatively common in the starry sky known as the land of magic. Even in this remote town, there was at least one warlock with storm magic flowing in his body. The meticulous police officer Follett was this
Warlock, his temperament is completely opposite to the magic flowing in his veins.
The most common warlocks in the kingdom are dragon-veined warlocks, most of whom come from the "Zhongdong" royal family and the "gilded" family. Their bloodlines can be traced back to the ancient silver dragon "Zhongdong" under the seat of eternal light, and the deceased ancient golden dragon "Zhongdong"
Gilt".
But Officer Follett's magic comes from the raging storm -
His ancestors either lived in Wind Breeze Town or lived in a place where you could hear the roar of the wind. They may have even been exposed to storms soaked in the magic of the [Wind Elemental Plane].
The song of the wind is planted deep in the blood, passed down from generation to generation, and was unexpectedly awakened in Follett's generation.
I once heard the wind sing.
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(Thanks to some WeChat reading friends for their comments, but unfortunately I can’t seem to reply in the background. To the book friend who said I was “really short”, I will reply here: “Indeed”)
