Could it be said that it is "inspiration" that is one of the seven sequence cores? It is more difficult for humans to obtain than "wisdom", but it is the "inspiration" that the lost are born with?
"Haha, inspiration, it seems that this is the power given to me by Saukod, this orc, no, this orc with dragon blood. I heard Moros say during a chat that the dragons in the first era were powerful.
, they have also created a glorious civilization. Moreover, the magic power they possess since birth is so powerful that most humans will not be able to touch it in their lifetime."
"The power of the dragon clan, the great dragon clan, the great magic source power, the great Sowkod."
Laitebian feels the warm water flowing all over the body, becoming hot and scorching, and finally becomes able to completely expel impurities and dirt from every pore and muscle in the body.
"The great sequential god! The great creator!"
"O great Creator!"
"O great Creator!"
Laite raised his head vigorously and looked up at the extremely bright light.
He was praising the beauty of power and the Creator who created this fantastic and wonderful world.
At this moment, his heart was filled with admiration for the gods.
Although he has never really come into contact with these sequential gods, there are not even many existences that he admires.
But at this moment, he admired them from the bottom of his heart.
He wanted to prostrate himself at the feet of the gods, to worship them and admire these charming powers.
Sections of power turned into fast-moving, electron-like existences that surged in and out of Laite's body, lingering around his body.
He lowered his head and looked at his body. Although there was a big hole in the silver-white top of his abdomen, his belly had already been completely healed. Except for a layer of red blood, his muscles and the skin covering it were all gone.
Became a complete existence.
It seems to be a little stronger and tighter than before.
He looked up with a smile, wanting to thank Soukod, who had given him strength and still had some consciousness left.
However, Sowkod's body in front of him quickly began to collapse and disintegrate, turning into the countless light balls that had previously surrounded his body.
Starting from the legs, abdomen, chest, arms, and finally the orc head.
Before his body completely disappeared, Sowkod reluctantly turned around, with a smile, and said to Laite in an ethereal teenage voice:
"Go on with this power. Every [Order] has a great mission, to benefit a race and create a new world. Laite... Brother, you have... obtained 'inspiration', now
, when you face the gods... it's completely impossible... it's impossible for you to collapse... ah."
"Soucod." Laite murmured in a low voice.
His eyes stared straight at Sowkod, who completely turned into a ball of light and quickly exploded like a firework to a limited extent.
Until, an extreme blue light suddenly appeared from the center of his field of vision.
Like rapidly multiplying bacteria, it filled Laite's entire field of vision in just four or five seconds.
"Is this... the blue of 'inspiration'?" Laite whispered.
His body seemed to be frozen at this moment, as if the [Seducer] had exerted a magic power skill similar to immobilization.
His mouth was slightly open, and his chest, which had become hot, quickly cooled down and returned to its original temperature.
Lines of dark red or jet black liquid flowed out from his neck, abdomen, and hands, and some of the liquid that didn't spill out was already stained on the underwear under the guard's uniform.
He felt that his body had become transparent and light, that his strength had become fuller, that his thinking had become clearer, and that his perception of the things around him had also improved to an unquantifiable level.
He has completely obtained the "Inspiration" core and has been promoted to Level 6: Inspiration superpower.
Until, the familiar feeling of dizziness and sleepiness came over...
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"Time, space, past, future, up and down, left and right, four directions."
The girlish boyish voice kept lingering in Laite's ears for some time.
He felt like he was lying on a comfortable "Simmons" bed, and the suitable temperature made him not want to open his eyes immediately.
The comfortable feeling between being half asleep and half awake made him crave the feeling that sleep brings, like bathing in a hot spring.
"Time, space..."
The sound just now suddenly turned into a sharp, aggressive woman's voice, like a crow crowing, like countless sparrows "singing" without restraint.
It's just that the chirping and "singing" music is not the familiar Western ballads or Cruzeid-style country music. Instead, it is music belonging to the old days, music belonging to wizards, so Laite can no longer bear the feeling of being half asleep and half awake. state, and roared loudly.
"Shut up!"
Laite suddenly woke up, stood up and looked around in a panic.
The room that had experienced the battle looked extremely messy and messy.
Laite moved his whole body as much as possible, stood up straight with his hands on the dusty wooden floor.
The surrounding environment has changed from bright before to dim and gloomy.
The lampshade of the gas lamp that originally hung on the wall and emitted incandescent light was covered with smoke and dust, and it flickered inside, as if it could no longer sustain the consumption of electricity for a long time and was about to go out.
The part on the left that looks like a restaurant still has traces of Soukold's breath, and part of it penetrated the floor, and you can see the dark space below.
Continuing to look, the white tablecloth on the round table has turned into a yellow tone and is covered with dirt. Some tables even have a corner missing, revealing the glass lid covered with mold inside.
Most of the vases with green plants were broken, and the plants in them were all withered and withered, as if after being washed by time, they were about to be completely annihilated and turned into a pile of powder.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Simply, those pull-up glass windows are still intact, retaining the last bit of dignity in this room.
"Sure enough, without the power of Sowkod, the power of the old coat of arms is weakening again, and this place has returned to what it should have been. It seems that collapse is not far away, as long as I continue to walk inside
, let’s get in touch with... the true form of ‘Water from a Different Side’.” Laite said with some disappointment.
His eyes continued to scan from left to right. The oak desk was completely moldy, and several "skinny" mushrooms had grown on it. The globe and pen on it were missing, and half of it was covered with dark red.
Liquid that has solidified.
The two rows of bookshelves are still intact, but dust and cobwebs have occupied the surface of all the books, and the black leather seat that Sowkod sat on was broken in half from the middle, lying quietly and broken on the ground.
It seems to be witnessing the passage of time and the fierce battle just now.
There should be no value in staying here anymore. Sowkod should have gone to the "Kingdom of Heaven", or in other words, died after completely getting rid of the sequential monsters.
Now it seems that I should not have been in the Donusk lake for more than two days, and my body does not feel any hunger.
I remember Brett said that the journal "Imperial Medicine" mentioned something about superpowers: Similar to humans, superpowers also need to eat human food and have the same hunger as humans.
However, if there is no food, you will not starve to death, but you will feel exhausted and eventually become a careless person.
Research shows that obtaining magic power cannot delay or solve hunger, and sometimes even accelerates physical energy consumption and enters a state of hunger earlier.
"In that case..." Laite held his chin and thought:
"It should be time to use the 'Guns of Mining'. Light up the inner space, find the passage, and enter the innermost room, right?"
Laite pulled out the "Miming Gun" that looked like a revolver from his waist and was already emitting a faint purple light and inlaid with gems.
After looking at it for a few seconds and taking a deep breath, Laite pointed it at his head and pulled the trigger of the "Minming Gun".
bump!
Ringed?
Did you hear gunshots this time?
Before Laite could make a difference, he suddenly felt the object in his hand explode, and Laite was so frightened that he had to take a few steps back.
Immediately afterwards, a bright purple light shone past, and the "Miming Gun" in his hand turned into several large purple fragments, which fell to the ground along the fingertips and palms.
"It seems that this 'Gu Ming Gun' has also completed its mission." Laite said with a wry smile.
He stood quietly, waiting for instructions to arrive.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, a cold male voice sounded in his ears again.
"Looking at the stars."
"What?" Laite asked confused.
"Look up, imagine that you are looking up at the stars, and the road will naturally appear. My mission...completely, completed. Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."
After the crazy and uncomfortable laughter that lasted for more than ten seconds came to an abrupt end, Laite chose to clear away the cluttered thoughts in his heart, closed his eyes, raised his head, and imagined that he was under the summer night sky, looking up.
The endless stars in the vast universe.
A few seconds later, he heard the sound of mechanical gears turning.
He opened his eyes and looked forward, and a corridor with a dim light that seemed to never end suddenly appeared in front of him.
"It seems that the room that passes through here is the room where the body of the sequential monster Water of the Other Side and the Crest of Tomorrow exist." Laite said, punching his chest that was beating "bang bang" with excitement a few times, trying to
Let that restless heart soothe.
Then, he took out his right foot and walked forward with a light and fast pace.
The corridor is dim, with black as the main color.
There was nothing hanging on the walls above and on the left and right sides. There was only an oil lamp engraved with a double-headed eagle pattern, which was emitting a faint light eroded by the darkness.
The floor of the corridor seemed to be covered with a hollow metal plate. Stepping on it, Laite could clearly hear the echoing sound of "Dongdong" coming from under his feet.
As he kept walking, Laite felt that this corridor seemed to be endless and endless. He did not choose to look back. He knew that retreating had no meaning and would not bring him any new things.
useful information.
Finally, after walking for what seemed like an epoch, Laite finally felt like he was stepping on a hard concrete floor.
"Is it almost there?" Laite guessed.
He tried to surge the red magic power throughout his body in preparation for the next battle.
To his surprise, the magic source power surged much faster than before, saving almost 20% in time.
Moreover, the "Red Kite Eagle Shield" formed by the power of the red magic source was brighter and redder than before, and it also emitted several strands of smoke-like power, which instantly crossed and wrapped around his upper body.
"Full of power." Laite said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.
Just as he was clenching his hands into fists, like a boxer throwing his right fist, he heard some strange noises coming from the end of the corridor.
"Winter, winter, winter..."
"Winter, winter, winter..."
"The sound of hitting the ball?" Laite guessed:
"Does anyone here also like to play basketball? Yes, many of these traditional sports originated in Europe and the United States. The Western Continent of the wasteland world is equivalent to the West of the previous world. It is not surprising that this exists."
After walking forward for a few minutes, Laite saw a "thin" silhouette.
"Winter, winter, winter..."
The sound of hitting the ball seemed to get a little louder, but then continued to become fainter.
Until a black "basketball" fell at Laite's feet.
"Brother, can you give me the ball back?" A young child's voice came from directly in front of Laite.
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After the figure stopped six or seven meters ahead, Laite looked down and saw a child of about five years old.
He seemed to be only a little over one meter tall, with brown curly hair, a pair of pure black eyes that were exactly the same as Laite's own, and was dressed in the royal style of the Crusad Empire.
The upper body is made of white, with two red stripes running across the middle. The top is inlaid with gold buttons, and nearby are scattered red and blue gems.
The pants are similar to the clothes, except that he has a real revolver with a brass luster on his waist!
In addition, the Crusted child's face is relatively rosy and has a strong human aura, unlike the cyan or pinkish-white color of the Lost One.
"What did you say? Do you want the ball?" Laite took a half step back and stared at the Crusted kid warily and asked.
"Yes, I am playing ball. Grandpa said that more exercise is conducive to the recovery of the disease. If you are sick all the time, you will not be able to inherit the throne. My father has also been ill for a long time. Grandpa said that he does not want to hand over the throne of the emperor to him, so I hope
I will grow up as soon as possible." The Crusted child replied with a babyish voice.
"Okay." Laite suddenly felt a hint of sympathy in his heart.
He bent down to pick up the ball, stepped forward in a few steps, and handed it to the Crusted kid.
But then, from the corner of his eye downwards, he saw that the eyes of the Crusad child suddenly turned blood red, and the originally rosy face quickly turned into a blue-white color like a vampire, and it was covered with a layer of winding
bright red blood vessels.
"The hallucination of a monster!"
In a flash of lightning, Laite subconsciously drew the revolver on the Crusted child's waist.
After pulling the trigger at an extremely fast speed, he raised his hand to hold down the kid's back and put the gun against his head.