Blood Candle Keep Disciple

Chapter 519 The Chaotic World

"How about such a coincidence..." Zhen Cheng bowed his head while holding his forehead.

The two short-haired women on the opposite side were gnashing their teeth, and their swords were on the verge of breaking out.

Zhen Cheng remembered the last time he saw them in the dream of the ancient gods, there were still three of them.Although candidates for the Lamarck game often have life and death losses, they still have to be guarded against.

Looking up and seeing the strong outfit of the old friend with short hair, inspiration came to my mind, so I casually said:

"Girl your waist and hide your soft sword,

Hand dancing silvery white.

Just take the knife to the light,

Capture the beautiful shadow. "

There is no deep meaning, just a sudden inspiration from the dress of the short-haired woman in front of me.

But in Zhen Cheng's current realm, relying only on the original plain rhyme of the poems, he hid the first word "catch without a fight", restraining their actions with the irresistible power of the short-haired girls and others.

Justice stood in the doorway instead of the short-haired girl.And the short-haired girl wielding a soft sword ready to attack and the glasses who had turned the muzzle of the gun were caught off guard, and their hands were tightly together, and the muzzle of the gun and the body of the sword jingled to the ground.

At the same time, there was the sound of weapons falling to the ground, and there was another sound behind Zhen Cheng.

Looking back, I found that it was as expected.The last yellow-haired kid in the trio didn't die in the previous dream, and was hiding in her shadow at this moment, waiting for a backstab.

At this moment, as the poem said, his hands and feet were aligned and he couldn't break free.

The beauty of the magic of words and spirits is reflected here.

In ordinary arcane magic, there are many spells that bind people's hands and feet and control people's resistance.

Although these incantations are complicated to sing and require extremely high accuracy, they are usually faster than Zhen Cheng's poetry.

But first of all, those words and sentences have fixed rules, and if they encounter a mage who is well versed in this way, they are likely to be cracked and countered.

The second is targeted.It may be restricted by the corresponding general-purpose anti-magic force field or armor, or it may be blocked by other things that come suddenly.

In the battlefield, the death spell that the wizard has been brewing for a long time hits the dense barrage after it is fired, and is offset by an insignificant bullet of Mou. There are countless examples.

War magic on a larger scale requires longer chanting and preparation, which is obviously not applicable in the current situation.

And even if Zhen Cheng used ordinary arcane spells to accurately recite the spell just now, and controlled the short-haired girl and the small glasses in front of her, she would probably have been stabbed in the waist.

But there is no such problem with the magic of words and spirits that acts on the laws of the surrounding environment in the dark.

Except for Justis, who was deliberately avoided by Zhen Cheng, all other possible hidden existences in the room were interfered by the words spirit in all directions.

In this way, the sneak attacker who was originally unknown to Zhen Cheng also fell into the trap.

The ordinary transcendent punched the enemy's head with the force of breaking mountains and cracking rocks. It was a three-dimensional attack.

Qu Yun's signature magic pulls people into a dream, distorts or destroys their sanity and soul, which is an attack at the four-dimensional level.

And Zhen Cheng's speech magic has been a means of acting on the level of the five-dimensional law from the very beginning.

Regardless of the dimensions and geometry, any means of attack is actually the application of one's own power to the laws of the world.

In terms of power and effect, it has nothing to do with the number of dimensions.

As long as the vast majority of true gods are still alive, they cannot be said to be immune to three-dimensional methods.

Just like in the dream of the ancient gods, Qu Yun's thought body only used the three-dimensional method of condensing the combustible components in the air, and beat all the true gods to flee.

If it is related, it is just that the higher the dimension is, the wider the applicability is, and the harder it is to be understood and effectively defended by the existence whose life level has not reached the standard.

Just like in this room right now.As long as Zhen Cheng is inspired to finish reading the poem, the short-haired girl and the mortals will definitely be unable to resist even with all their abilities.

Seeing that Justis was defending impeccably at the door, the short-haired woman leaned against the wall and shrugged: "I surrender."

It's easy on the mouth, but it's turbulent in the heart.

After the last fight in the Dreamland of the Ancient Gods, I have already experienced three regular Lamarck games, and every time I passed the level with a high score, I even broke through two small realms by virtue of the income.

This kind of rapid entry is probably extremely rare in the history of Lamarck games.

But she doesn't want to meet her old opponent again in a blink of an eye. The girl in ancient costume who was a mortal in those days has given her an oppression of looking up to her.

This is pure, realm crushing, without any suspense.

The short-haired girl suddenly felt a little tired and bored: "We gave up the goal of this game, can you let us go?
You see, you and I have no grievances or enmities, and there was a little bit of friendship.The enmity after that is also because you took advantage of it, and the reason why you are the enemy is because of the game mission that cannot be defied.

Although I don't know many high-level things, but after so much experience, I still have some understanding.

If you kill me, there will be many choices that will continue to conflict with you in the future.It's just that we have changed from us to others.

Miss Detective, after several fights, you know everything about us.If we die, the opponent we get in exchange...maybe weaker, maybe stronger, but the point is, you will know nothing. "

The short-haired girl is worthy of being the elite chosen to fight against the Archeology Department of Blood Candlekeep, and her analysis hits the nail on the head.From the standpoint of the enemy, the reasoning of conclusions beneficial to oneself is watertight.

Zhen Cheng nodded calmly: "You said that if you kill you, someone will get in the way, I believe that. But if you say that I am in control of your development, I really think highly of the little girl.

I haven't seen you in three days. Although you are not as good as me, you can enter the country quickly as if there is no threshold.

After killing you, I don't believe how many amazing geniuses like you he can come up with to chase us. "

three days?The short-haired girl looked at Zhen Cheng dumbfounded.She has already experienced three Lamarck games on her side, and it has been more than a month.

She has considered that the two sides have different time speeds, and Zhen Cheng's side has gained a longer time, so the sublimation realm has improved faster...

But I never thought that the facts are even more outrageous than imagined, and their time speed is reversed.

So the monster in front of him completed the transformation from human to god in just three days?

At this moment, for the first time in her life, the short-haired girl felt that the Lamarck game system behind her was unreliable.

"I know you are different from that red-haired lunatic, you are not a murderer. Tell me, what will you do to let us go?" The short-haired girl's palms were already sweating with a calm face.

She really, really wanted to live.

Different from those who struggle and sacrifice for ideals, righteousness, lords, and the country, the candidates in the Lamarck game will always only be for themselves.

(End of this chapter)