Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

As early as an hour after being captured, the island owner had a new toilet.

A brand-new power armor, the induction transmission system is removed, and the usual movement is controlled by the Horus sub-disk. It is not so much a power armor as it is a mobile advanced cell.

All modifications are designed to protect the life of this high-value prisoner. The ultimate insurance is the injector hidden inside the back neck armor. Once a highly threatening unexpected variable occurs, the paradox element will be instantly injected into the old man's body. , and then the space beacon on the armor surface unfolds the phase gate, and the power armor controlled by Horus will rush into the mirror country far away from the world in an instant.

There, no danger could threaten the old man's life.

The reason why I care so much is because so far, the life of this old thing is still very useful.

All his value has not been drained.

Now, the former island owner is going through a new round of cross-examination.

"How did you summon him?" Kant asked. "I mean, can this process be replicated? Is the location where he descends fixed, like a magic circle?"

In the previous extraction, he scoured the wool from the God of the Star Palace and tasted the sweetness. Although he did not know what the extracted blue fog crystal was and how it could be used, as long as he could grab something from the enemy, It must be good - he has a bold idea brewing.

That is, let this old thing summon a few more so-called star palace gods. If the location of the arrival is controllable, it will be the best - open a phase gate below and wait, and when the next one comes down, hold one and grab them all. In the white fog world, dead dead.

But the other party quickly broke Kant's delusion, and the island owner smiled bitterly: "They are high above the world and see the world as an evil place, how can they listen to the noise of the ants? I didn't call him, he was about to come, and then contacted me. …Before this, I had offered sacrifices and prayed devoutly for decades, and never received any active response, their voices came or ordered at any time, and they would never care about my thoughts.”

Kant nodded and asked again, "Tell me more about this person."

The other party said cautiously: "...what, what do you say?"

Kant said lightly: "Whatever, what you think of him, the first thought when you think of him, his name, his strength, any news, any information, you can."

The former island owner turned his thoughts quickly.

He is now a prisoner, and a prisoner in an extremely dangerous situation. Although he has never experienced any torture or torture so far, he has never let up because of this, because the person who captured and imprisoned him... was beyond his imagination and speculation. of.

Although it seems that he is only a young Aurora, and according to the intelligence data, he is so kind and pedantic. According to the logic system formed by the island owner in the past few decades, it is difficult for such a person to be a great person. Even if he becomes famous, sooner or later. To die of conspiracy and a dagger from the back.

—He thought so.

I feel that Kant is such a person. He is too kind, he attaches too much importance to feelings, and he will not end well in the future. Therefore, even if the island owner decides to become an enemy of Kant, he is not too afraid, because he knows that Kant cares too much. , Even if the forbidden spell is invincible, there are still ways to contain, hinder, defeat or even kill him in the non-frontal battlefield - throughout the ages, there are not no such outstanding people.

But all died.

However, such contempt and grasp have now vanished.

The island owner no longer views and speculates on Kant with his decades of experience and vision.

the reason is simple.

The so-called "fire thief" that can make the gods in the star palace so fearful and fearful is not something that his shallow and stupid so-called experience can infer... This is his self-knowledge and wisdom.

Therefore, he will not relax because Kant is still polite to himself, and he will not feel that he can donate a lot of wealth, contacts, materials and private troops. Kant will spare his life because of this, he will do everything possible. In exchange for the fire thief's forgiveness and understanding, and even for his own use, he responded positively to any of his requests, and answered any inquiries with all his might.

Because he won't have a second chance.

He thought about Kant's question seriously, his brain was running fast, he recalled all the communication and contact between that alien enemy and himself, the arrogant language, the arrogant eyes, the contemptuous attitude, the clues of the news that were inadvertently revealed in his speech and behavior, and also There are... first impressions.

He blurted out: "False!"

Kant didn't expect the other party to give a valuable answer. After all, Horus had already questioned him over and over again, and at this moment, he was curious: "What?"

"...Illusion!" The island owner's answer was a bit complicated and confusing, and he whispered, "When he came, I saw an illusory shadow, the mist dispersed, manifesting many forms, his power was projected from the starry sky, and finally ended. As an entity, I knelt down on the ground at the time, and saw many figures walking by, circling, and voices ringing in my ears, there were men and women, some screaming and some laughing, every one of them was very real..."

"They asked me questions, they judged me, they provoked, they humiliated, they cursed, they even raised their weapons to chop and slash, I followed the instructions left by my father, no matter what happened, I knelt down and waited, and finally everything Disappeared, he appeared before me and called me a servant..."

The island owner told everything without any modification, nor did he cover up his flattery, obedience and humbleness at the beginning, because the lie was meaningless, and he could not take any risk of being exposed.

Because Kant is unknowable.

You can't show off your ability to lie and hide in front of the unknown.

Kant nodded: "So it is."

Fog, illusion, confusion... These abilities were also used by the God of the Star Palace in previous battles, but the eye of the phoenix is ​​the nemesis of all illusions under the sky, and the magic support from the big platform also dispels weapons and shatters illusion Hidden, it's really pitiful that the dignified Star Palace God's biggest trump card is hanged and beaten all the way.

So this thing...

Kant stretched out his hand, and the foggy blue crystal appeared in the palm of his hand and slowly rotated.

In theory, what is extracted and looted from the organism is either an element or an ability, but this thing is not an element, and it seems that it is not an ability that can be used...

Horus suggested: "Father, maybe you can try to infuse some magic."

Kant was stunned and patted his forehead: "Damn, I forgot about this."

He took out the walkie-talkie and instructed, "Halsey, find a captive water caster to come in!"

The people on the Broken Isles, no matter what their previous views and attitudes towards Kant were, at this time of crisis, most of them were grateful and bowed to the rescue of the Dragon of Aurora regardless of their previous suspicions, but there was still a small group of reactionaries who refused to accept the king. change, narrow the road by yourself.

Some of these gangsters who act like chariots are destroyed by truth and justice, while the other part chooses to surrender. What awaits them is the transformation of labor, the kindness that punishes the past and avoids the future, and heals the sick and saves people.

A pale-faced mage was pressed in by two elf magic-breakers, with shackles on his hands, feet and neck. In this world, mages have magical and powerful powers, but they are also For this reason, there are as many means of tossing the mage.

Kant waved his hand and said, "Untie."

The two elves looked at each other and bowed.

Immediately, a spellbreaker retreated to the wall, bowed slightly, in a cheetah posture, stared at the back of the spellcaster, and pressed the hilt on his waist with his right hand.

As long as there is any change in the caster after getting out of trouble, the elf sword drawing technique of the first raid will be unsheathed in an instant, and the magic-breaking blade can cut the opponent into two pieces with a single blow.

"Short species."

Another lawbreaker stretched out his hand to loosen the shackles of the human mage: "Treasure your short life, and cherish the kindness and trust that His Highness Kant has given you more than cherishing your life."

Then the proud elf stepped aside.

Kant, who watched all this the whole time, did not speak, but his heartbeat accelerated a little.

Yes, it's kind of cool!

Damn, is this the elf?

No wonder Tina said that having an experienced elf butler would be the envy of even an emperor—not only because of the knowledge, experience, skill, and grace that the other party had accumulated over the long years, but also because of the tragic shortness of time. It is impossible for a human being to tell whether the other is licking or showing his true feelings.

Precisely because they are noble elves, when they flattered in a clever way without a trace of fireworks, the sad short-borns couldn't stand it at all.

Kant calmed down and showed the fog crystal in his hand: "You, come here and inject magic power here."

He said lightly: "Do it well, do it well, I will add you to the next flight."

- If you are drained of magic power by this strange crystal of unknown origin, **** it up, and die miserably, then it is naturally a bad job.

The mage glanced at Kant in fear. He remembered the previous defeat. The fortress they were holding was hit by terrifying shocks and explosions. Wearing heavy armor, the killing gods with red eyes burst out. They called themselves Doom Warriors, ruthless demons like hell. Wherever they went, only broken arms and limbs flew, and blood was flowing.

In the face of the Aurora Dragon, he no longer has the courage to resist and hostile.

He gritted his teeth and slowly injected magic power into the crystal surrounded by mist.

Kant's expression suddenly changed.

"Hey..." he urged, "Intensify your efforts! Go on!"

The mage gritted his teeth and injected magic, the magic power poured out like a torrent, the feeling of weakness gradually spread all over the body, the stinging pain in the head gradually became obvious, and finally, the mana from the whole body flowed out, and he fell softly to the ground.

Condeto held the fog crystal, hazy, cloudy, like a dream. After the magic flow was injected, he naturally understood the essence of this thing...and how to use it.

The fire thief's expression was stunned at first, then suddenly, he showed joy again, his face was about to move, and then the eagerness turned into vigilance, vigilance, and finally, it turned into a sanctimonious appearance.

He glanced at the few people in the room, and said solemnly, "Retreat."

The two lawbreakers pulled up the sweaty mage and dragged him away. The island owner was also controlled to walk back to his cell. The moment the door was closed, Kant immediately showed excitement.

"Father, what is that?"

Kant didn't answer, his spiritual power poured in.

I saw the fog crystal hanging up in the air, floating not far in front of Kant, and then the thick fog turned into an illusion, and the previously absorbed mana expanded, forming a dense fog that looked like a substance. Changes, gradually showing a crystal-like white.

Kant's attention is focused and his eyes are condensed. This is the accumulation of experience in the game industry. In order to learn this skill, he studied sketching, makeup and even craniofacial morphological informatics outside of class. Since then, he has become a legendary figure in the world of old drivers. It is also known as the pinch tyrant.

That mass of expanding and deforming mist is like a mass of plasticine, the exquisite jade feet are unbearable to hold, the slender legs like icicles are gradually taking shape, the valleys are deep, the small depressions are petite and cute, and the flat plain looks down, two Snow peaks rise from the ground, perfectly referencing personal tastes, and the altitude is getting higher and higher...

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

Kant praised while pinching: "This **** of the star palace is too cool! With this ability, you don't have to do it yourself, and you can rehearse a small theater! This..."

Talking about it, there is some sadness coming from it.

He gathered enough beautiful snow peaks, made a delicate and beautiful collarbone, pinched his arms as slender as jade, stretched his swan-like neck, followed by the most important face, and then...

"Father, my machine soul has just experienced the most intense conflict and struggle."

"what?"

Horus said seriously: "Although I am happy to see and record some innocuous times, as a son, I have to remind you this time that this power was taken from the **** of the star palace, that is to say, very Possibly part of his soul and essence, which means..."

"Are you sure you want to **** him?" he asked.

Kant was dumbfounded.

After a while, he raised his hand, and the soul-stirring perfect body was scattered into mist.

"...This chicken is useful!" Kant complained, "It doesn't look like he can fight very well, and he needs magic power. Originally, having a physical body is his biggest advantage, but..."

It can't even make a physical doll that doesn't need to be cleaned and weighs little, so what's the use of you!

"It's still useful," Horus said, "like making an alibi, or playing tricks—father, did I say something wrong?"

It seemed to burst a sad fantasy - rightly or wrongly.

Kant said dully: "Good son, it's better than you mention it after I've used it."

The initial excitement is over.

When Horus pointed out this cruel fact, things would never go back to the way they were.

He withdrew the object in disinterest, and Horus was still thinking: "Father, is the object transformed by this object limited to human form? Is there a size limit? What does it have to do with it?"

Kant tried it and replied: "It's not limited, the size seems to be related to the amount of magic power infusion... Forget it, think about the use later, at least for now, it's useless at all."

Taking back the fog crystal, Kant stood up.

"I'm going back to the far port. You are here under your command. Let me know if anything happens."

"Yes."

The Phase Gate revolved, and Kant jumped to the Far Harbor Airport.

The evacuation work in full swing is continuing, the lights are shining, the earth is like day, the noisy sounds are resounding, the sound of the broadcast spreads far away, and there is no sleep in the far port tonight.

Every soul is affected, and even the most ordinary low-level coolies are worried about the battle situation thousands of miles away, and are worried about those who have not yet evacuated.

In a world where communication is backward and information is blocked, this is the first time in a record that people in a city, no matter how high or low, whether male or female, whether young or old, can accurately know everything that is happening thousands of miles away. They are all expressing the most sincere and sincere kindness to those who have nothing to do with them.

This scene happened quietly and truly, and it also shocked all outside bystanders.

The world will always remember this day.

"Your Highness."

Kant met Hong San.

The first mayor of Far Harbor set up a temporary office near the airport. He handled various affairs with high efficiency, coordinated and commanded, and handled the complex evacuation work in an orderly manner, material transportation, personnel transfer, refugee resettlement, Food supplies, medical assistance...everything is busy.

Hong San quickly read a document, raised a pen to sign, and raised his head, "What happened again?"

"Yes." Kant said, "I gave an order, first of all, to immediately establish a biological research institute with the highest level of security, and summon the druids, ancient scholars and historians in the Far Harbor."

"Second, a new announcement and invitation to the Dusk Moon, the Empire and the Arcane Council, in my name."

Hong San showed a serious look, and took out a piece of paper: "How do you say it?"

Kant pondered for a moment and said: "To the Emperor of the Empire, His Excellency the Speaker, and the Phoenix King, I am Kant, let's go straight, in short, the intelligence of the deep-sea behemoth suppressed under the Broken Isles has been confirmed, this historical The messenger of destruction, who is said to have perished a civilization for a long time, is about to revive, and its new task is to cut off the world's maritime trade. I believe you understand the meaning of shipping to the world better than I do."

"Judging from the destructive ability and large number of his descendants, I think it can be done. This is not an alarmist. I suggest you pay attention and act immediately."

"This is the enemy of civilization. When it is cut by the blade of civilization, I need your assistance. First of all, experienced and well-informed scholars. Please select spellcasters, security forces and marine historians in related fields. Come to the far port as quickly as possible, there is something they need to study here."

"I cut off a few parts of it - of course, it should be far from complete by now."

"By the way, the grilled tentacles taste a bit like squid whiskers. If you want to eat them, I can give you some."

Writing this, Hong San raised his head in amazement.

"Just kidding," Kant said. "No one can take anything from me for nothing, I hope you understand."

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PS1: Guess what the fog crystal is used for?