As mentioned before, the game time in a single round is limited. Once the time limit is exceeded, the round will be forced to end by the system. Unfortunately, our little elf Xie Mi made this mistake and was delayed in making the correct decision due to his own random thoughts.
He judged the timing and ended his turn with nothing achieved.
But now, a young man named Ringer seems to have made the same mistake.
As he silently stared at the windmill tower in front of him, waiting for a certain girl trapped inside to give him a positive or perhaps sad answer, time passed like this every second between his silent brows. Despite the fact that he had committed
The little goblin who made the same mistake kept shouting to remind him, but the young man seemed to be isolated from the outside world and turned a deaf ear. Perhaps at this moment, he was indeed in another world, and he and the girl in the tower passed through a certain
This kind of unique wisdom and inspiration are connected together, sharing those memories dating back seven centuries, and analyzing one by one what is the significance of their position in the long history, is it based on accident or deliberate?
This is a grander undertaking than the wishful thinking of counting how many souls are sinking in the sunless sea of the goddess. Therefore, it will take 12,000 years for humans to establish civilization and expel ignorance from ancient times to complete, and
Obviously, neither Alice's game console nor Professor David can wait for such a long boring time. At this time, they have a surprisingly consistent coldness.
So soon there was a cold notification sound.
[Time is running out. Since you have not taken any action, the round has automatically ended.]
"It looks like it's over, Mr. Ringer." It was Professor David's turn. There was a calm smile unique to the winner on his lips. The god of heaven with a bird's head and human body stood behind him, with his rolled-up
The storm was like thousands of dark bats flying in the night sky, and darkness suddenly enveloped the valley: "Nothing can stop me."
The terrifying storm is heading towards Xie Mi, intending to banish her to the eternal nothingness outside the world. As for why Xie Mi was chosen instead of Linge, it was because the professor believed that his victory was determined, so he wanted to kill Linge with his own hands.
Defeat made him feel that deep sense of powerlessness.
The little goblin who was innocently affected yelled in panic when faced with the storm. He wanted to escape but was restrained from moving. He asked Ringer for help with tears in his eyes. At this time, the young man turned around and spoke silently.
After saying two words, Xie Mi was stunned because she could clearly see his mouth shape saying: It's okay.
The next moment, a gloomy, tired, and slightly hoarse voice suddenly inserted into the sweeping storm: "That's enough, David..."
She was so lonely that she seemed to be talking to someone from a long time ago. There was a kind of helplessness and painful and sad self-blame in her voice: "...Stop making excuses for you and letting so many people sacrifice for you.
."
She took a deep breath, as if inhaling a big mouthful of memories about the past in her lungs, oppressing her fragile heart. She wanted to say something, but she choked up. In the end, she couldn't say anything, so she muttered angrily.
He said: "That's it."
After the words fell, another wind blew from nowhere, blowing from one side of the valley to the other, that is, from the place where Lin Ge and others stepped on the primrose flowers and colorful fallen leaves when they came, blowing to the end of the windmill where the tree stumps were buried.
Where the fence blocks the way, or it blows from this world where all kinds of wonderful things exist to another empty world where nothing exists. It blows away the bird-headed god with six feathers and six thick arms.
All the shadows that enveloped them drove them further than the horizon, and the sky suddenly became clear again. The little goblin who was holding his head and screaming realized that the dust had settled but he had not left, so he hesitantly raised his head and took a look.
, I saw the most magnificent and dazzling gust of wind in my life.
The gust of wind was like the powder of fireworks or the fragments of gems, swaying in the air, as light as if they had never existed. When they fell sparklingly, Xie Mi couldn't help but
I opened my eyes wide in belief and saw several familiar figures gradually emerging from the depths of the wind, as if they were being pulled back from another world.
Alice, Olvera, as well as the dead Metien and Saint Charlia, all stood in front of her intact. The little elf couldn't believe what she saw for a moment, and rubbed her eyes vigorously again until she confirmed
When everything was real and not an imaginary hallucination, she cheered: "That's great!"
This sound woke everyone up from the trance of returning to the world, and also pulled a certain poor, dumbfounded man out of a never-ending nightmare. He stared blankly at what he had done in the past half hour.
All my efforts were in vain, it was as incredible as watching the visions that my ancestors had longed for in the past seven hundred years turn into ashes. I felt lost for a moment, almost thinking that I still hadn't woken up.
"How is that possible?"
He murmured, not noticing that his cane was shaking. The heaviest walnut tree heart that had been stripped could not bear the weight of such a huge contrast between disappointment and loss. The way he spoke every word seemed to be
I am questioning others, but I am actually questioning myself: "How, how, is it possible!?"
"Nothing is impossible, Professor David."
Ringer withdrew his gaze from his companions and looked at the professor whose whole body was trembling. But his eyes were not looking at the pity of a poor man who had been tricked by fate, but looking at a man who felt sorry for himself.
The regrets of the numb people who live in a world without consciousness: "You seem to place all your sacrifices and great achievements on the ancient brass book in your hand. Based on the history of the family and the wishes of the ancestors, it may be considered that this is
It is absolutely correct, but I have never thought about this question: Is the covenant contained in the brass scroll really effective? In fact, it plays a vital role in your plan and determines victory or defeat.
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"No need to question."
The professor forced himself to maintain his composure and said coldly: "Whether it is the old royal news, the secret history of the religious order, the medieval legends, or the handwriting records passed down by the ancestors, they all clearly mentioned the covenant signed in Avignon. Later.
The unearthed brass scroll proves that it exists here without any dispute and has been witnessed by many people. Do you want to say that such a covenant has no effect at all?"
"It makes sense, but you have misunderstood my statement. What you are talking about is only the binding force given to it by humans from the legal and moral levels, but what I am referring to is a more essential meaning, that is, its role in occultism.
Is there some kind of irresistible binding force? It seems that this cannot be verified by the Brass Scroll itself, so let's all infer based on logic. Your logic is that the angel did not respond to those who betrayed her after being betrayed.
Revenge, and also lost strength, was forced to sink to the bottom, and no longer contacted the human world. This was because she violated the covenant. This seems reasonable and believable. But my logic will use another way of thinking.
Way, please listen."
He turned around and said to the shepherd girl who was gently stroking the little woolen hair: "Saint Shalia, can I ask you a few questions?"
The latter seemed to know what he was going to do and nodded slightly.
"Please tell me, if an angel can really blow up a mountain and throw it into the ocean thousands of miles away, as the legend says, then what level of strength should she have?"
Saint Xalia replied softly: "At least equivalent to a Sequence 2 Transcendent, or a Sequence 1 magician."
In fact, there are more than that, because Miss Ietta Raphael is the queen's queen, the holder and defender of earthly laws that is above all extraordinary systems. But Saint Xalia knew Linge's intention in asking this question, so
So he only gave the answer he wanted.
"Then, in order to sign a covenant with a powerful person of this level, in order to ensure that the covenant is binding in a mystical sense, do the two parties - or three parties - who sign the covenant need to be at the same level?"
"If you don't consider special types of holy relics, this is undoubtedly the case."
"Okay, one last question: Just now, when Professor David introduced the history of his holy relic [The Sky God's Breath of Nothingness], did he ever mention that due to the barrenness and desolation of this land, whether it is Cresso
Neither the royal family nor the Cangtian Order has ever given birth to a strong demigod above Sequence 4?"
"I remember it should be."
"Thank you."
Lin Ge thanked her for her cooperation, then turned to look at Professor David, and said calmly: "So, this is my inference, and it seems to be closer to reality than your inference. Mind if I ask you too.
Is it a problem——"
"Why do you think that the covenant signed by a group of mortals below Sequence 4 and the demigods above Sequence 4 is valid from a mystical perspective? Just like why do you think that the covenant signed by gods and mortals is actually valid?
Is it to restrain the gods, not to protect mortals?"
"Is it that stupid arrogance that blinds your soul?"
"Or is that greedy desire making you lose your mind?"