Chapter 2101: Give joy to suffering, victory to battles, and rebirth to the dead
As Perseus also transformed into an ancient ferocious beast, and with several waves of coercive power rising into the sky, Huating, which had been dormant for several years, has awakened.
If it was said that among Boom and his party, only Rikka and Gloria were superior to the ancient beasts, now, Boom and Christine are to be added to them.
As for Perseus and Hastur, they have just transformed into ancient beasts. At present, they can only compete with other ancient beasts, but they still need some time to stabilize.
It was night, and the magic salute tore the night apart. The roar lasted for more than three hours before it ended. During these three hours, many professionals gathered outside the flower pavilion and bowed to the seven patron saints.
Give a gift to express congratulations.
The Liuguang Eight Blades all took out their weapons one after another, saying that anyone who dared to come within ten meters of the flower pavilion would be killed on the spot, no matter how powerful the nobles were.
On the other hand, looking deep inside the flower pavilion, Boom and his group of seven were eating barbecue, drinking ale, and chatting about their respective cultivation situations in recent years.
However, in the dead of night, the female insect Alberto, who had been chattering endlessly, closed her mouth and crawled back to Gloria's shoulder.
"Now that you have all got what you wanted, in the next period of time, no one is allowed to set foot in the big hole or disturb me."
"A bunch of useless trash has wasted me for several years. So now, it's time to pay back. Not to mention that after struggling to the end, I can't even look after my home and care for my family. There must be a limit to shame.
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"As long as there is no powerful existence that surpasses Rikka, then don't bother me. That's it. If you are tired of living, you can give it a try. I guarantee there will be no return."
After stuffing the last piece of white sugar cake into her mouth, Gloria, who had always been shy about talking, paused for a moment and said this under her black parasol. The tone was unquestionable, as if the changes in her companions were not at all in her eyes.
It's worth mentioning, it's insignificant.
However, as the creator of the necropolis Philecht Nalandis, it can be said that she has stopped "peeping" at every move of her companions all the time in the past few years. From Boom and Christine, she realized three things at once
A self-created spell, Hastur's perfect fusion with darkness, and Perseus establishing a spiritual connection with the World Tree sapling.
It can be said that as long as you are in the necropolis of Philecht Nalantis, everything is under Gloria's control.
And, as she showed, although the growth of her companions is gratifying, it cannot be compared with herself or Rikka.
If she hadn't been still in the growth stage, and if Rikka hadn't forgotten too many memories as her sister, the world would have been swallowed up by the two until the last ray of spiritual power collapsed.
Rikka, who acted purely on instinct, could easily overpower the ancient ferocious beasts, but Gloria, who was thoughtful and thoughtful, had no reason to stop moving forward once she regained her strength.
When Rikka heard this, she originally planned to speak sarcastically, but after thinking that Boom had successfully completed his training journey, he chose to remain silent.
The other companions had no doubts about this. After all, the Necropolis Philecht Nalantis was everyone's home, and Gloria was the creator of this home.
The petite figure slowly disappeared into the night, and the female insect on his shoulder, Alberto, began to yawn again, as if he had already expected that this scene was destined to happen.
"I didn't expect that girl Gloria to be interested in seclusion and practice. This is a sign of maturity and the best result."
"Then... in the coming time, our most important task is to protect the necropolis of Philecht Nalantis and stop at the sixth-floor cave."
Boom said softly while fiddling with the bonfire. He didn't mind the other party's attitude at all, or it was originally Gloria's nature and there was no need to over-interpret it.
"Now that I have achieved my wish, I will no longer practice in seclusion during this period. I really miss this world, the grass and trees swaying in the wind, and the fragrance of the soil."
Christine said with a smile after seeing Gloria step into the giant stone monument. Christine is a very well-planned person. She will never slack off when she should practice hard, and she will never waste energy when she should rest.
.Furthermore, she is also looking forward to someone attacking Huating, so that she can take action while maintaining elegance.
The perspective shifts to the sixth floor of the necropolis Philecht Nalantis. At the end of the blizzard is the mouth of a "prehistoric beast". Walking through the maze, the familiar test bench is glowing with fluorescence, and the candle wick is still warm.
"Secret technique, blood pool!"
Gloria paused for a moment with the small black parasol in her hand, and saw the power of blood pouring out from the deepest part of the cave, instantly filling every part of the cave.
First, the entrance to the corridor leading to each floor was completely blocked, and then every snowflake was dyed crimson. There was a smell of blood in the cave, or in other words, the "blood pool" used by Gloria now.
It has reached a certain level of terror.
There was no hesitation, and no time wasted. The quill was dipped in ink again and again, and the animal skin scrolls were burned in the fire.
The female worm Alberto lay in the corner of the test bench and watched silently. Except for making coffee three times a day, she did not dare to disturb him.
But while drinking coffee, it still asked the other party why he repeated the same things so much and tasted the bitter fruit of failure over and over again. Gloria shook her head after hearing this, saying that this is her way of cultivation and she is a magician.
The way it should be.
This is because whether it is alchemy or spell formation, practice makes perfect. It cannot be achieved by relying on fancy ideas, and it is definitely not achieved by hard work.
It has nothing to do with talent or qualifications, simple practice makes perfect. That's why Gloria is so stubborn that she can draw the same lines thousands of times, and she will scrap a quill in three or two days.
"If you want to achieve something, you should not rush for quick success first, but try to find the key points of the problem as much as possible."
"After you have a thorough understanding, you should not memorize it by rote. Instead, you should reorganize the problem according to your own understanding."
"After that, you have to put your understanding into practice until you close your eyes and everything can come to mind, until you can understand it by heart even if you lose consciousness."
"Whether you are a genius or a mediocre person, if you want to achieve something, you must find a path that suits you, or the most efficient way to practice."
"The only end of imitation is to be at a loss. The difference in thinking level is the fundamental factor that determines the fate of all beings. I am like this, and so are you."
As Gloria spoke, she quickly drew extremely complicated patterns. From beginning to end, she never glanced at the animal skin scroll, appearing calm and calm.
The fire was crackling and Gloria was seen taking a sip of coffee and talking a lot of "nonsense". However, the female insect Alberto who was listening by the side had his smile frozen and thought about his own shortcomings.
Although the other party never promised anything, in the heart of the female insect Alberto, the other party was his master and his mentor.
You should pursue the correct values with all your heart, and strive to firmly control things that are beneficial to you. That is the wisest decision and the only criterion for evaluating the growth of living beings.
The sugar melted quickly in the coffee cup, the new quills were arranged neatly, and the ink filled the crystal bottle. The female worm Alberto wanted to ask something, but in the end he chose to remain silent.
After all, no problem can be compared with the other person's journey of cultivation. Otherwise, what is the meaning of one's own existence, and how should one respond to the other person's blessing for more than a hundred years?