The light cast by the Silver Maple Sword not only illuminates the way forward, but also reveals the correct path that Gaslow has tried every possible means to conceal.
The end of the long steps suddenly opened up. She had been walking on the narrow corridor for an unknown amount of time. The width here made Sera startled at first, and then alerted.
The hard wall is inlaid with a large number of lighting crystals. The huge crystal sphere hanging above Sera's head releases "sunlight" as bright as the sun. The path of the magic flow felt on her skin tells her that it is not just lighting.
For this purpose, the condensing magic power acts as a balancer, balancing the underground space.
"What needs to be balanced?" Sierra was puzzled.
Patterns like plant roots spread throughout every corner of the hall. The strange lines were twisted by the honeycomb rock walls, crookedly forming the entire magic circle. Sera stretched out her hand to touch it, and a slight drum beat like a heartbeat spread along the lines.
When it reached her consciousness, she couldn't tell whether it was the resonance at the magical level or the spiritual level, but it was very cold.
Advancing towards the depths of the hall, Sera felt that the terrain was getting lower, and the originally uneven rocky ground gradually became smooth. The lines of the magic array extending deep into the hall were shaped like blood vessels, shimmering with the fluctuation of magic power, and the dense lines
The staggered, criss-crossing, and occasional ripples in the space make them resemble abstract paintings or masterpieces by surrealist painters, distorting the light and shadow of living things in Serra's vision.
It was not an illusion. A werewolf with a square head, cylindrical limbs, and an inverted triangle body appeared where the ripples appeared. The stones were eyes, the fishhook was the nose, the petals were the mouth, and the antelope horns were the ears.
It's not that Sera has a special intuition for strange things, so he can still identify the werewolf with such an appearance, but that his body, which is so deformed that it doesn't look like a living thing, still has the basic color and texture of a werewolf, and his soft and smooth hair changes with the unknown.
The wind blowing from somewhere swirled, and the powerful contours and lines of the muscles were real and tense.
The werewolf's cylindrical lower limbs clung to the ground - at least in Sera's perception, it did leave deep scratches on the smooth ground.
In the blink of an eye, various contradictory objects presented in weird topological postures emerged one after another. Unlike black bodies, their amorphous bodies stopped changing the moment they entered reality from the weird patterns of the array.
The werewolf moved his body slightly, and Sera was ready to attack.
"Snapped!"
Sera opened her eyes wide and looked at the deformed object that was smashed to pieces and scattered on the ground like building blocks. The werewolf's target had shifted and its claws were aimed at another deformed object.
The expected collective offensive of the deformed creatures did not happen, and they gave priority to dealing with the "companions" closest to them.
Glancing at the lightsaber in her hand, Sera moved lightly through the aberrations, and saw a half-collapsed giant crystal lamp not far away. She suddenly guessed something.
"Sierra, the pressure on us from Gaslow's front is getting smaller. He may have repaired the node and is looking for you!"
"I know." Sierra looked down from a raised platform blankly, "He really should be anxious."
Blocked by countless illusory doors, at the end of the long tunnel, where thousands of magic array patterns lead, a quiet village appeared in Serra's sight.
A villager was swinging a hoe on the hard stone ground, twisting and turning from time to time and complaining to others about the lack of rain this year. The drought had made the ground dry and cracked, making it increasingly difficult to cultivate. He was sweating profusely, and the stones cracked and splashed under the hoe.
The villager next to him was bent over, as if tending to the crops, but what he faced was a solid rock that could not grow any grass. The stones became seedlings and were neatly stacked in the field.
Sierra turned over. The structure and size of this village reminded her of the villages and towns she saw along the way to Whimpering Island. They had exactly the same layout, even the well at the entrance of the village, the missing corners on the house, and the fluorite powder hanging at the door.
The bags are all exactly the same.
The appearance of a large living person did not affect the "daily life" of this village with only a few dozen people. It was as if the villagers who could not see Sera's existence passed by her. The real feeling of the collision made the villagers slightly startled, but they continued
forward.
After only staying for a few seconds, Sera suddenly felt that her vision was in a lake, and everything she saw was like clay being kneaded by a pair of invisible hands.
The strong nausea made her unsteady. Sera hurriedly floated back to the platform above, holding the silver maple sword high in the handle. The holy light spread reflected the barrier that enveloped the entire village, like a pond seen on a rainy day, falling heavily.
The heavy rain caused ripples on the barrier. Among the ripples, Sera saw...distorted black mud.
"I see. No wonder you want to keep so many living people in captivity on Whining Island. No wonder there is no magic fluctuation every time the lens and black mud appear."
Everything completed a closed loop in Sera's mind, and she suddenly understood.
"No wonder I can wander in your consciousness and affect the so-called 'virtual and real'. Is that what you want to say?" Gaslow floated out from the shadows, and with a snap of his fingers, all the damaged crystal lamps along the way were revealed.
Hanging high again, the strange magic power spread like a tide, once again containing the power leaking out of the village, directing them all to the magic circle itself, and then transporting them along the nodes towards the core of Whimpering Island, "Yes, I am using nothingness.
Faith, those powerful obsessions... It is precisely because of the existence of this power that the Whisperer was born on Sob Island."
Behind Gaslow, a dark brown cloud flashed with electric light as big as a bean and appeared faintly. The mist extending down from the clouds sank into Gaslow's body like tentacles, forming an external armor.
"Were you imagining this scene when the magic potion that suppressed the ability to think appeared ten years ago?" Sera tightened the sword in her hand.
Where Gaslow was, the light seemed to be blocked by some strange substance and refracted, and the scenery from all over the Whining Island was scattered around in the form of a puzzle.
Convinced that he had a chance to win, Gaslow once again became the hunter with ease: "Throughout the ages, in order to cope with decline, countless magicians have taken firm steps towards the path that they each believed to be successful, but time has proven that they have all exaggerated.
The achievements left behind are laughable. The only way to be called wise is what some dragons call 'slow thinking', which in layman's terms is deep sleep. When sleeping, surface perception will tend to stagnate.
, the long time can no longer blow the wind that corrodes all things into the sea of consciousness, but stays on the surface."
Sera, who instantly understood Gaslow's idea, frowned. Chen Xi's experience of leading two giant dragons told her that this method is not universal. Dragons, sea monsters and other races have innate lifespans that are incredibly long, and squandering time is their life.
The pursuit of "novelty" is always the first choice in life, so decay has the most severe corrosion on them. On the contrary, races with ordinary and shorter life spans should worry about the damage of their flesh and blood instead of worrying about decay.
"You want to achieve the purpose of alleviating decay through controllable thought suppression. Is it possible that you have already mastered the skills of extending life?"
Gaslow's face was filled with a sense of superiority that he couldn't hide, and he seemed to enjoy the sense of pleasure that even a genius like Serra was amazed by.
"Although it was just to deal with those pigs in Duderan at first, in the process, I did find the secret of magical medicine to extend my life." Gaslow opened his arms and spoke contemptuously, "In the puppet master, alchemy
When the masters and other schools are still pursuing the spiritual path, shaping the body, and changing the spiritual body, when a large number of potion masters are struggling to climb the peak called immortality... I have surpassed all of them and completed it before the arrival of the magic wave.
After the initial experiment, and after the magic tide nourished all things, a better solution was obtained. Haven't you noticed that my appearance now is no different from that of ten years ago?"
On the other end of the communication, Lu Lu and Lu Yu both recalled the huge portrait they saw in the castle. Gaslow indeed showed no signs of aging, but... some reverse growth.
"You understood the belief in God-making before the magic wave, and started the layout?" Sera was still puzzled.
Gaslow was calm. He raised the corners of his mouth contemptuously and shook his head slightly: "There are very few magicians who can transcend the times and predict the trajectory of the times. I am not one of them. All my insights come from the magic tide.
I saw the frogman sacrificial scene at the foot of the snow-capped mountains half a year before I started. As for what I saw, it’s up to your imagination.”
"This doesn't make sense. Even if you can see through clues that the road is revealing, how can such a small number of people bring you enough 'distortion'? I have seen a much larger number of false beliefs in Mera, dozens of yours."
Hundreds of times, the caster's conception has surpassed two eras and is running perfectly. He is far more powerful than you imagine. This is how he can be considered successful. What he gets is not the 'wishes' he prayed for."
Even according to Gaslow's words, his achievements in potions have been astonishing, but Serra never thought that he was better than Sayer from the beginning to the end, and the gap between the two sides in the arrangement of spells was too big. If it was true.
can use faith itself to distort reality, then Meira's story would have been rewritten long ago.
The magic beam shone brightly in the sky in the core area of Weeping Island. The light particles filled the sky and formed a dense net, trying to block Lu Yu's movement. However, with his first-class running skills, the bass repeatedly escaped through the gaps in the fishing net.
On the day he was born, this made Gaslow, who was multitasking, unable to help but grit his teeth.
Hearing the movement in the statue, the two people underground swallowed back the words they were brewing.
"I know why he can build a false god with a small number of people." Ace pilot Lu Lu broke into the conversation, "If there was no Eling, how could you think of this level alone? You call yourself a genius
, seems to be madly jealous of him, Gaslow."
Being denied his achievements suddenly made Gaslow, who thought highly of himself, excited and said in a sharp voice: "Without him, everything would be just a matter of time!"
"But didn't you just follow his idea of the magic circle, add your own understanding and make some changes on the original basis? You don't even dare to make breakthrough and drastic corrections, because you know very well...
Once you fail, 'she' may realize that you are bypassing 'her' to build your own world. This whimpering island is the fortress created by Eland for you to delay the time of being perceived by the world's consciousness!"
Lu Yu and Sera, who had not read the documents in the Erling box, looked puzzled, but when they saw that Gaslow refused to admit all this, they also realized that all this was true.
"The Conjecture about the Unconsciousness of Gods" and "The Conjecture about the Birth of the Original Gods and the Acceleration of World Barriers" Lulu reported the two book titles, "Gaslow, you are also an outstanding magician, don't let me look down on you."