Chapter 815: The Eye of the Navigation and the Blank
This question is like a stone throwing into the calm lake, causing huge ripples in the heart of the three-eyed student Selas.
He felt his heartbeat suddenly accelerate, and emotions mixed with a sense of honor and responsibility were surging in his chest, which was an unprecedented sense of impact.
He subconsciously straightened his body, took a deep breath, and subconsciously clenched his hands into fists.
Then, the three-eyed student seemed to have said something. He looked at the principal, with a little struggle and hesitation in his eyes, and said slowly:
"Principal, my eyes... can mutants like me really take such responsibility?"
After hearing this, Xia Xiu smiled slightly, raised his hand and patted his shoulder gently. The movement is gentle and encouraged.
The court principal's eyes exuded a calm force, melting all the doubts in Cyras's heart.
"Relax, Cyras."
Xia Xiu's tone was a little light. He pointed to the vice principal Touls standing beside him and said jokingly:
"Your vice-principal has more 'mutation' places than you. He is now the executive vice-principal of the courtyard, and he is also the general head of the Administration's contingent."
Hearing the blonde young man's unshirkable teasing, Touls put down the report in his hand, the fox ears shook slightly, and snorted coldly at Xia Xiu in front of him, and his tail unconsciously shook.
He walked up and down to the three-eyed student, looked at Cylas with sharp eyes, his tone with a little unconcealed suspicion:
"This is what you choose - Commander of the Courtyard Navy Fleet? "
"What's special about him?"
Facing Tours' questioning, Silas subconsciously stood up straight.
Xia Xiu just chuckled, raised his hand and pointed at Silas, his tone was relaxed and meaningful and firm:
"Selas, open your The third eye, let our vice principal have a good experience of the true strength of the son of the courtyard who was personally recruited by Director Hope. "
Selas's body stiffened slightly, he raised his head, and his eyes were in his eyes. With a hint of hesitation and struggle.
He whispered, "But... Principal, I'm afraid..."
Xia Xiu interrupted him, still having the casual but teasing smile:
"What, are you still worried about hurting us?"
Turs was light on his side He shook his head slightly, a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and said with a little teasing in his tone: "Boy, don't push me, we are not as fragile as you think.
>Don't worry, no one here will be scared easily."
When Silas heard this, the hesitation on his face gradually faded away.
He took a deep breath, and the slender gap on his forehead began to emit a faint light.
An indescribable force surged in his body, and the hidden crack slowly cracked open, and a vertical pupil gradually appeared, like a silver-blue gem embedded on his forehead.
Complex patterns faintly emerged in the pupils, like a miniature nebula, with layers of ripples appearing in the rotation.
As the third eye opened, a powerful etheric fluctuation burst out from the depths of Cylas's body.
The edge of his robe was gently twitched by surging ether EVE particles, which wrapped around him like glowing silk threads, making his figure appear almost transparent.
The terrifying mental pressure spreads outward like an invisible wave, layer by layer, and the atmosphere of the entire office becomes extremely solemn in an instant.
But this pressure seemed to have lost its effect in front of Tours.
The vice principal stood there, his face as usual, as if he had not felt any oppression.
In fact, he had already gently released the power in his body and quietly resolved the spillover psionic fluctuations of Silas.
His eyes became sharper, and he could clearly feel the power characteristics of the three-eyed student Selas.
The special fluctuations contained in this psychic energy cause the surrounding real ether to slightly distort, and in this twisted gap, his [Master Incarnation Vinamonen] also mapped out.
"This third eye..."
Tuls whispered, his eyes resting on the slightly glowing vertical pupil on Selas' forehead. "It can see the true form of the Ethereum and even peek into the essence hidden deep in the truth."
Silas's eyes also fell on Touls, and his third eye captured the vice principal's incarnation of the enormous and mysterious master.
He saw countless mirrors, countless projections of himself in the mirror...
Selas quickly looked away, and his eyes slowly swept across the rest of the office people.
His third eye glowed slightly in the crack on his forehead, and his vertical pupils were like silver-blue mirrors, bringing the surrounding etheric forms into his eyes one by one.
His eyes fell on the mole.
In the third eye's vision, the image of the mole is like a towering steel giant. His body is composed of countless complex gears and pipes. The low buzzing of metals collide with each other can be heard in every breath.
His whole body was wrapped in strong light, like an endless furnace, with a sense of oppression overwhelmingly chilling.
That's a...mech? !
Turn to Broly, what caught Celas's eye was a completely different scene.
He saw a giant beast lurking in a deep shadow. His huge body was wrapped in blurred mist, revealing only a pair of deep scarlet pupils, emitting a fatal danger.
The three-eyed student, who was startled, turned his eyes to the week again.
A shadow, which was made of shadows, shone with a faint light, and he was wearing a swift sword around his waist.
His body changes every moment, as if it may split or reorganize at any time.
This constantly flowing form makes Selas dizzy and can hardly stare for a long time.
Each of these three forms makes Silas feel a great impact.
His forehead began to heat up, his third eye's vision gradually became blurred, and blurred light spots appeared on the retina, and he was about to be unable to withstand such an etheric scene.
And his eyes turned to the blond young man in the center of the room - the principal.
He tried to observe the most mysterious existence in the courtyard through his third eye, but when his eyes focused, he could not see anything.
No glory, no shadow, no form, and even ordinary outlines no longer exist.
It was a pure nothingness, an indescribable blank, as if this person did not exist in the rules of ether.
Silas subconsciously adjusted his gaze and tried to see more clearly.
He focused all his attention, his vertical pupils contracted slightly, and the light around him seemed to be sucked into his field of vision.
However, just as he was about to touch some truth, Xia Xiu's voice suddenly rang.
"Don't look too much, Silas. Your eyes can't stand it."
This voice is slow, but it is full of irresistible power. With a light push, he pulled him back from the edge of the abyss.
Silas was stunned, his ears buzzed, and his eyes had not yet moved away from Xia Xiu's direction, but the next moment he saw a picture that would be unforgettable for his life - a hand slowly stretched out from nothingness, Three pairs of pure white wings appeared behind the hand, and the feathers of the wings emitted a dazzling soft light, like flawless white jade.
The hand movements slowly and calmly, reaching towards Cyras, and then gently stroked it, an invisible force flowed from his forehead into his body, quickly calming him down. All the tension and discomfort on the body.
At that moment, a symbol briefly emerged in Silas' third eye—[∞].
A symbol that he cannot understand but knows well what it represents.
The appearance of the symbol was almost synchronized with the touch of the hand. The next moment, he felt that his third eye was on the verge of endurance. He quickly took a deep breath and quickly closed the third eye, and the crack on his forehead closed.
He lowered his head and gasped for a few breaths, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his hands were trembling slightly unconsciously.
Xia Xiu's calm but irresistible words echoed in his mind, and the image of the pure white winger was still clearly engraved in the depths of his memory.
He looked up at the principal, his eyes full of awe and deep shock.
When Selas closed his third eye and the crack on his forehead slowly closed and returned to his original state, Xia Xiu turned his gaze to everyone in the room. His expression became serious, with a rare sense of formality in his tone.
"Cylas' third eye..." He spoke, his voice calm and persuasive.
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"You can call it the 'Eye of Navigation'.
This is not an ordinary perception organ, but an ability to intuitively perceive the real form of the etheric space, which is ordinary humans and A realm that other races’ sensory systems are completely out of reach.”
He paused slightly, as if he was making everyone understand the weight of this sentence better.
Then he turned to Touls and continued:
"There was a large part of the reason he chose to be the commander of the Garden Fleet because of this ability.
>'Eye of Pilot' gives him a nearly absolute accurate perception, and he can directly observe the starship's position in the etheric space through the third eye, which makes it difficult for others to reach when deciding on the path and location of the transition. The advantage of it.”
His tone became deeper:
"You all know that the complexity of ether space is far beyond ordinary three-dimensional reality.
A wrong leap may not only cause the entire fleet to deviate from its target, but may also directly cause the ship to fall into a chaotic storm, or even in the chaos of ether. The stream is completely swallowed.
Selas' ability exists to avoid this risk.
He can see through the 'Pilot Eye' what is hidden in the etheric space Dangerous and calculate the best time and coordinate points for jumping to real space.
This ability is priceless to the fleet of the courtyard."
When Xia Xiu said this, he raised his chin slightly and looked around everyone present.
Although his tone was calm, it had an unignorable sense of authority:
"The responsibility of the pilot is far from sitting on the bridge to give orders, but to master every The life and death fate of a ship.
Especially in the deep world, the laws of time and space have become more unpredictable, and the choice of the pilot is often the dividing line between life and death. "
He looked back to Cylas, with a kind of praise in his eyes:
"So, I'm looking forward to Silas being able to bring safety and hope to the courtyard fleet with his abilities.
I believe he won't let me down, nor will you disappoint."
< br>The tranquility in the room made everyone's breathing particularly clear, and the heaviness in the air intensified with Xia Xiu's statement.
Selas stood there, feeling his eyes focused on himself, especially Tours' gaze. The eyes were complicated, as if they were measuring and evaluating.
But in the end, Tours' fox ears shook slightly, he raised his head and said calmly to Xia Xiu:
"Then let him serve as the naval commander, but this is only the probation period."
Hearing this sentence, Silas nodded slightly, and his shoulders unconsciously straightened a little.
Xia Xiuze smiled slightly and patted his shoulder, as if giving some encouragement.
Then, his eyes slowly moved away from the three-eyed student and turned to the silver-haired woman standing aside, who was always silent, Celest Marion.
Everyone turned his attention to the student who had always been quiet. She stood there, with her tall figure, silver hair like a waterfall, hanging on both sides of her shoulders.
Her expression was almost cold and expressionless, but her violet pupils seemed to have a deep abyss, silently reflecting every pair of eyes staring at her.
Xia Xiu raised her chin slightly for Yizhou, which was an self-evident command.
A week of understanding, I slowly stood up, straight, with a cold and solemn temperament as always.
His pace was neither too fast nor too slow, and he came to Xia Xiu's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.
"Cellest Marion——"
Xia Xiu spoke, his voice was gentle but clear, and every syllable seemed to have some kind of penetration.
His eyes were focused on the silver-haired woman, as if giving her some invisible pressure, and at the same time with a hint of expectation. "She is the talent you need."
Standing there for a week, his hands hanging down beside him, his body straight as an unsheathed sword.
He lowered his head slightly, and his deep and sharp eyes swept towards Marion like a blade through the thin air.
His eyes were calm and sharp, as if he was analyzing everything about the silver-haired woman in front of him.
However, beyond everyone's expectations, Marion stood there calmly, as if she had long been used to such scrutiny.
Her violet eyes looked straight at the week without any retreat, without a trace of fear, and without any emotional turmoil.
That kind of calmness and calmness is not only a nature, but also a sharp edge that has been tempered after countless hardships.
At this time, Xia Xiu smiled slightly, raised his hand gently, drew an elegant arc in the air with his fingertips, and then sent a simple and clear message to Marion in smooth sign language. .
Marian's eyes flashed for a moment, and then he respectfully bowed to Xia Xiu. His movements were meticulous, as precise and straightforward as carvings.
After the ceremony, she turned her head and looked straight at the week without hesitation.
Her actions were hesitant, and that calmness made people unable to see any weakness or anxiety. Instead, there was a faint sharpness, which perfectly matched her calmness.
At that moment, the air around Marion seemed to have some kind of invisible fluctuation.
It was an extremely subtle change, like some invisible barrier quietly forming around her.
Immediately afterwards, the EVE particles in the air began to become hysteresis, as if they were trapped in a sluggish state.
Then, a strong repulsive force emanated from her body, just like
——She herself was a foreign object that could not be accepted by the ether, driving all the particles to her Outside the position.
This repulsive force is not a rough impact, but a silent but irresistible force.
It is like a part of the laws of nature, blending with Marion's existence.
Within the range centered on her, the EVE particles were quickly pushed further away, and the entire position began to show a strange sense of vacuum, forming a unique field around her, a lonely space that was incompatible with the ether. .
Yi Zhou felt the power of that position, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.
He slowly raised his head, his eyes resting on Marian's face, his tone was low and with a hint of exploration:
"So that's it, this is your characteristic..."
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