Chapter 2781 2782, Inheriting the Underground World (32)
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A line of sky.
Sherlock built a tree house. The stones and trees in the Skyline Canyon do have some mysterious properties as Shalager said. Only the tools it provides can be mined and processed, allowing Sherlock to tear them apart and magically
The edge is invisible, even the deformation technique
The lazy intention of waiting for magic cannot be realized.
However, those tools can be affected by magic. After Sherlock "enchanted" them, he began to remotely command these "automatic tools" to start work. Although it is true that according to Xia Lagel, cutting a large number of stones and building a royal city
It's not impossible to come out, but the current situation in the world of "Behem" seems to be about to reach the point of destruction or salvation.
According to Melina, it is better to keep everything simple. He specially selected a dead and mostly hollow giant tree to transform into this tree house. Following its natural structure, he divided it into two floors, and
Three or four round windows were dug out. As for the "foundation", its area is
Half of the valley clearing is just right for its doorless door to be pointed at the first fire over there.
At this time, Melina was squatting there by the bonfire without the spiral sword, rubbing the little white cat's belly, making it purr.
It seems that she doesn't mind Xia Lagar's ability to swallow large amounts of objects... It's really nothing to mind, unless it vomits out someone.
"..." Sherlock looked at it for a while before looking back, commanding the "automatic hammer" and "automatic saw" to piece together a small pile of selected materials into a simple armchair.
Now all that's left is to sit on the chair and declare himself the new king of Behem. Due to the special nature of his identity, Sherlock or Melina can do this step, just like in many sand worlds.
It's the same as before, but this world is different from the past. It can be regarded as Melina's "origin world".
It's okay if it fails, but once the salvation is successful, the king's hat will never be taken off.
If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.
In addition, if his previous analysis was correct, whichever of the two sits on the throne will be defined as the "princess" of the other.
The male princess is too outrageous...
But since the name of the last throne has not yet been determined, it might as well give it a try first. So many previous worlds were saved through trial and error.
Sherlock pulled up the chair, sat down calmly, looked at the "First Fire" outside the door from a distance, and then tried to speak:
"[I, the 'Supreme Mage', ascend the throne of 'Dream', 'Destiny' and 'Darkness' today, and establish myself as the 'Vinheim Lord'."
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The moment the words were spoken, the surrounding environment had changed drastically.
Everything before Sherlock's eyes switched from the interior of the simple "King's City" to the entrance of the canyon without any excessive changes.
The "treehouse" he built by himself is still in its original location, but it has changed from a rough house to a fully decorated and ready-to-move-in state.
Sherlock subconsciously tried to flash into the past, but received no response. When he looked down, he found that the bottom of his "field of vision" was empty, with no body at all.
Hmm...is it some kind of prophetic vision? You can only see it, but you can't interfere with it.
He instead tried to "advance" in the direction of the tree house, and this time he succeeded.
The "field of vision" moves at a speed equivalent to that of a normal person's walking, with slight ups and downs, as if someone is really moving towards the tree house, and Sherlock is just borrowing the other person's eyes.
During this short journey, he came up with countless speculations and overturned them due to insufficient information. The only thing that was certain was that there was no such a bonfire in front of the tree house.
squeak--
As the "view" approached, the treehouse automatically opened the wooden carved door that Sherlock had not had time to install.
This door has average taste. If it were me... hmm.
He saw "Stephen Strange."
The adult version, or the self in other world lines, also wore a hooded robe in the style of the Asa Protoss, and sat motionless on a gorgeous stone chair facing the main entrance that was incompatible with the style of the treehouse. As for the treehouse.
The decoration... Sherlock "looked around" for a week and found that the various furnishings inside were similar to some kind of themed hotel at a tourist attraction. He felt that there might be three or five tourists with large and small bags pushing in the door at any time and asking if there was anything else.
There are no guest rooms.
In short, it has nothing to do with the "Imperial City" in the design draft.
Could it be that she never woke up after ascending to the throne? And Melina decided to transform this place into a tourist attraction?
That kind of thing - well, she can really do it.
Sherlock was still thinking wildly, and his "vision" had already arrived in front of "Stephen Strange".
As expected of me, he is so handsome even when sleeping - ugh! The next moment, the person on the stone chair quickly began to "melt", as if the place where Sherlock was was a ball of fire, and the person was a wax figure, he
His skin, hair, and clothes all flowed down like viscous liquid.
, in a mere ten seconds, the whole person collapsed and turned into a puddle of unknown gray-white liquid, and then disappeared like evaporation.
he and I……
A large number of speculations and evolutions instantly appeared in Sherlock's mind, but because there were too many, his thoughts were temporarily stuck.
Creak, creak.
The sound of footsteps on the wooden board made Sherlock calm down. When he looked down following the sound, he saw a pair of feet, or a pair of things that looked like feet. They were big and black, mixed with scarlet and jet black.
, covered with vine-like things, and as the "feet" moved forward, their attached legs, torsos and arms grew rapidly, and these body parts were also close to each other.
It looks like a human being, but is also covered in scarlet and pitch black "vines". It doesn't look like a human being at all.
Sherlock tried to do something to get out of this field of vision, but he always failed.
Creak, creak.
The owner of "Vision" finally came to the stone throne, paused for a moment, then turned around and sat down.
The door of the tree house facing him, or rather it, slowly closed without anyone touching it, causing the light inside the tree house without open windows to gradually lose light, as if... a fire was gradually extinguished.
Damn it, that cat didn't say that trying the throne randomly would lead to this.
Boom.
As the door of the tree house was completely closed, Sherlock's eyes turned dark, and then, a line of bright and red text appeared in his "vision":
[Those who advance with the fire will surely meet their destined death.]
Is this sentence applicable to too many situations?
Because the hint was too obvious, Sherlock almost immediately came to the conclusion: besides "dream" and "destiny", the last and most important throne is [Death of the Endless].
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Skyline Treehouse.
Click!
The roughly made wooden chair failed to support Charlotte's weight and fell to pieces while falling to the floor.
"Supreme Mage?" Melina's slightly confused voice came from the bonfire outside the door.
"I'm fine..." Sherlock struggled to get up.
"[Meow hehe~]" Xia Lagel's mocking voice followed closely: "[With the weight of your soul at this time, it's surprising that a broken chair of that quality can support it.]"
"Okay, I understand," Sherlock looked at the "former throne" scattered on the ground: "Thank you, Sharagel." "[...Meow?]"
