As soon as his mind moved, bang! Ange bumped into something and his mind was bounced away.
When he came back to his senses, he saw that he was blocked from the core area of the Palace of Rest. Inside was the resting place of the king.
Obviously, there was some barrier that prevented Ange's thoughts from entering this area, but Ange didn't feel anything. He was neither surprised nor disappointed, so he turned around and drifted towards the tallest tower to the east.
The Palace of Rest is very large, with five major building groups. The center is naturally the core area of the Palace of Rest. The remaining four major building groups are divided into four corners and arranged symmetrically. The east tower is the tallest.
Ange's mind entered here in a swish and did not encounter the barrier.
It looks like a tall tower from the outside, but when you come in, it looks more like a chimney. The internal structure has no levels or intervals at all. It is a cylindrical space that goes straight up to the top of the tower.
There was nothing inside, except for a small podium on the ground in the middle with a book on it.
Yes, there is a book on a small podium, which is the only thing in the whole tower.
Ange's mind drifted over and touched the book, and he suddenly discovered that it was a book made of brass, hard and heavy.
With Ange's touch, the brass book opened like a brush, and a huge shadow rose into the sky, instantly filling the entire interior space of the tower. It was the shadow of the book.
Ange somewhat understood why the tower was built so high. If it were not so high, it would definitely not be able to accommodate the shadow of the book.
The virtual image of the book is opened and stood up, showing the inner pages. There were originally no words on the inner pages, but after opening the words, large golden characters gradually appeared on the pages.
Ange tilted his head and stared blankly, making no move for a long time.
From the page of the book, the shadow of a giant brass dragon appeared, and said in confusion: "Why is it a small skull? Ahem, um, don't you know how to read?"
Ange nodded.
"What are you doing in the library if you can't read? You're fooling around." The brass dragon complained: "Forget it, although I can dictate, but that would be too tasteless and it would be an advantage for you."
A message was poured into Ange's soul and printed directly on it.
"Huh? Your soul is quite solid, why did you only reach the level of ashes?" The giant brass dragon murmured in confusion.
Ange was at a loss. He didn't understand what it meant, but he could understand the words on the page. The message imprinted in his soul by the brass dragon turned out to be the knowledge of words.
The words on the page read: The Book of Brass knows everything and can only ask one question at a time.
Can you ask questions? Know everything? Ange tilted his head and asked with his soul: "Who are you?"
"Hahahaha, finally someone asked this question, finally someone asked this question, my God, my God, you are so smart, you actually thought of asking this question?" The brass dragon was so excited that he almost jumped from the page of the book.
Comes out normally.
Everyone who is allowed to enter the library knows about the Brass Dragon. In addition, the rule here is that you can only ask one question. No one will waste the precious opportunity to ask who the Brass Dragon is. The Brass Dragon is Brass.
Giant dragon, who else could it be?
"Good boy, you asked the right question. Listen carefully. I am the Book of Brass, the God of Knowledge, and the all-knowing Negris!" Negris's voice was like a bell, rumbling in Ange's soul.
Sound.
Ange tilted his head and looked at it, and Nigris also raised his neck and stared at Ange. After staring at each other for a long time, Nigris couldn't hold himself back and asked: "Have you never heard of my name?
"
Ange nodded.
Nigris was slumped: "I know, what can a little skeleton know? Don't you have any other questions to ask?"
Ange tilted his head, and his soul asked in confusion: "A question."
"No, that's not a question, but a reward. Anyone who knows my god's name can ask me a question every day as long as he calls my name." Nigris said quickly.
Originally, it was a vicious trap set by Nigris. If someone asked him who he was, he would tell the other person that it was a question after answering, and then when the other person was heartbroken and sad, he would tell the other person that he could call his god.
name, come and ask him questions, one question every day.
After finally trying to get into the library, but I could only ask one question, now I can ask one question every day. This is of course a reward. Then I can see the other person's expression change from great sadness to great joy, ups and downs, in such extreme emotions
Change to satisfy your own bad tastes.
However, since it was sealed here, for thousands of years, no one has stepped on this trap, and finally got a chance. Who would not ask about the origin of Nigris before entering?
As for its god's name, no one pays attention to it. No matter how powerful the god is, isn't it sealed here? Can it be more powerful than the immortal king?
Thousands of years have passed, and finally I met someone who had stepped into a trap, but it was a guy like Ange who didn't follow common sense. After asking who it was, he really didn't want to ask anymore, and he almost gave up.
Gris suffocated to death.
"Ask, ask one more. I am the God of Knowledge who knows everything. There is nothing I don't know." Ange's indifferent attitude made Nigris a little annoyed, and he couldn't help but urge him to get ready.
Answer Ange's question and let him feel what the power of the God of Knowledge is.
"Oh." Ange thought for a moment and asked, "Wang, where did you go?"
The phantom of the huge Brass Book closed with a snap, including the phantom of the Brass Dragon. Then it quickly shrunk and retracted onto the brass solid book on the small podium. With a snap, the solid yellow
The bronze book was also covered.
The space echoed with the angry voice of the brass dragon Nigris: "I don't know."
He didn't ask so many questions, but he asked this one. Nigris himself wanted to know where the undead king had gone. He was obviously a little skeleton, with such a weird personality and tricky questions. He didn't cooperate at all. He stopped playing. Strike!
Looking at the space that had returned to its original state, Ange tilted his head and withdrew his thoughts. The little temper played by the brass dragon had no impact on him at all. Ange was just a small skeleton and did not have so many questions to answer.
His thoughts changed and he was about to drift towards another building complex when Ange felt someone push him, his body was pushed.
Ange's mind returned to his body, and he immediately felt someone shaking his body desperately. When he turned around, he saw that it was a little zombie.
Seeing Ange's reaction, the anxious little zombie continued to scream and pointed desperately in one direction. Ange looked in the direction pointed by the little zombie and saw a bast zombie moving from a distance.
Come, his eyes rolled white, his hands stretched out long, and he grabbed Ange aggressively.
Does this count as an 'active attack'? A question arose in Ange's soul. He reached to his waist and pulled out the sickle, and slashed it out deftly.