0517 Chapter Eleven: The Chaotic World (Section 19)
"How about such a coincidence..." Zhen Cheng put his forehead on his head and lowered his head.
The two short-haired women opposite were gnashing their teeth and at war with each other.
Zhen Cheng remembered what he saw in the ancient god's dream last time. There were still three of them in a group. Although the candidates for the Lamarck game often suffered life and death losses, they still had to guard against it.
He raised his eyes and glanced at the smart outfit of his old friend with short hair. Inspiration came to his mind and he casually said:
"Girdle your waist and hide your soft sword,
The hands are dancing like silver.
Take the place where the sword shines,
Capture Yanying."
There is no deep meaning, I was just inspired by the short-haired girl in front of me.
However, with Zhen Cheng's current state of mind, relying only on the basic rhyme and rhyme of the poem, he used the hidden word "to be captured" to restrain their actions with the extraordinary and irresistible power of the short-haired girl and others.
Justice blocked the door instead of the short-haired woman. The short-haired woman, who was wielding a soft sword and preparing to attack, and the glasses who had turned the muzzle of the gun, both hands were caught off guard, and the muzzle and sword fell to the ground with a clang.
At the same time, there was the sound of weapons landing, and there was another one behind Zhen Cheng.
Looking back, he found that it was as expected. The last yellow-haired boy in the trio did not die in the previous dream, and was currently hiding in her shadow, waiting to be stabbed in the back.
At this time, as the poem says, his hands and feet were together and unable to break free. He twisted and fluttered on the ground and was captured without restraint.
The beauty of the magic of words is reflected here.
In ordinary arcane magic, there are many spells that bind people's hands and feet and control people's resistance.
Although these spells are complex to chant and require extremely high accuracy, they are usually faster than Zhen Cheng's poetry.
However, those words and sentences have fixed rules, and if you encounter a mage who is well versed in this method, they are likely to be cracked and counterattacked.
The second is that it has a targeted direction. It may be restricted by the corresponding universal forbidden magic field or armor, or it may be blocked by other things that come unexpectedly.
There are many examples of the death curse that the wizard had been brewing for a long time in the battlefield, and then hit the dense barrage and was offset by Mou Mou's insignificant warhead.
War magic on a larger scale requires a longer period of chanting and preparation. This situation is obviously not applicable at the moment.
Moreover, even if Zhen Cheng had used ordinary arcane spells to recite the spell accurately and controlled the short-haired girl and small glasses in front of him, he would probably have been stabbed in the waist.
But the magic of words and spirits that secretly acts on the laws of the surrounding environment does not have this problem.
Except for Justice, who was deliberately avoided by Zhen Cheng, all other possible hidden beings in the room were interfered by the spirit of speech in all directions.
In this way, the sneak attacker from behind, who was originally unknown to Zhen Cheng, was also attacked.
An ordinary extraordinary person punches the enemy's head with the force of breaking mountains and rocks. It is a three-dimensional attack.
Qu Yun's signature magic pulls people into dreams and distorts or destroys their sanity and soul. It is a four-dimensional attack.
From the very beginning, Zhen Cheng's magic of words and spirits was a method that acted on the level of five-dimensional laws.
Regardless of the dimension geometry, any attack method is actually the application of one's own power to the laws of the world.
In terms of power and effect, there is no superiority relative to the number of dimensions.
As long as the vast majority of true gods are still in physical form, they cannot be said to be immune to the methods at the three-dimensional level.
For example, in the ancient god's dreamland, Qu Yun's body of thoughts only used the three-dimensional method of condensing flammable components in the air to make all the true gods run away.
If there is a connection, it is just that the higher the dimension, the wider the applicability, and the harder it is to be understood and effectively defended by beings who have not reached the life level.
Just like in this room right now, as long as Zhen Cheng is inspired to finish reciting the poem, the short-haired woman and the other mortals will definitely be unable to resist despite all their abilities.
Seeing that Justice's defense at the door was impeccable, the short-haired woman leaned against the wall and shrugged: "I surrender."
He said it calmly, but his heart was in turmoil.
After the last battle in the Ancient God's Dreamland, I have already experienced three regular Lamarck games. Each time I passed the level with high scores, I even broke through two small realms with the profits.
Such rapid entry is probably extremely rare in the history of Lamarckian games.
But she doesn't want to meet her old rival again in the blink of an eye. The girl in ancient costume who was a mere mortal now has given her the oppression of a mountain.
This is pure, state-of-the-art crushing, without any suspense.
The short-haired woman suddenly felt a little tired and a little bored: "We gave up the goal of this game, can you let us go?
You see, you and I have no grievances, and we even had a bit of friendship. You took advantage of the enmity that followed, and the reason why we became your enemy was because of the game mission that we couldn't disobey.
Although I don’t know many high-level things, I still have some understanding after experiencing so much.
If you kill me, I will continue to have conflicts with you. There will be no shortage of choices. It’s just that we will be replaced by someone else.
Miss Detective, after several battles, you know everything about us. If we die, the new opponent... may be weaker or stronger, but the point is, you will know nothing."
The short-haired woman is worthy of being the elite chosen to confront the Blood Candle Keep Archeology Department. Her analysis is to the point. Standing in the enemy's position, she can draw the conclusion that is beneficial to her without leaking.
Zhen Cheng nodded calmly: "You said that if you kill you, there will still be people who will get in the way. I believe this. But if you say that I have full control over your development, you are really looking down on a little woman.
I haven’t seen you for three days. Although you are not as good as me in turning a human into a god, you are still entering the country very quickly, as if there is no threshold.
If he kills you, I don’t believe how many more talented people he can come up with to chase us."
Three days? The short-haired girl looked at Zhen Cheng dumbfounded. She had already experienced three Lamarck games for more than a month.
She considered that the time speeds of both sides were different. Zhen Cheng's side got longer time, so the sublimation realm improved faster...
But I never thought that the truth was actually more outrageous than imagined, and their time speed was reversed.
So the monster in front of me completed the transformation from human to god in just three days?
At this moment, for the first time in her life, the short-haired girl felt that the Lamarckian game system she was relying on was unreliable.
"I know that you are different from that crazy red man. You are not a murderer. Tell me, what do you need to do to let us go?" The face of the short-haired woman was indifferent, but her palms were actually sweating.
She really, really wants to live.
Unlike those who fight and sacrifice for their ideals, righteousness, lords, and country, the candidates of Lamarck's game will always only do it for themselves.