Chapter 251 Confrontation between rules
A pacifier that can severely damage or even kill an official wizard level just by relying on its weight and impact?
What a joke!
If you have the ability to make such a pacifier, it would be more cost-effective to directly refine a powerful witchcraft tool or special item...
Lu Xian muttered inwardly, but soon he felt the ground beneath his feet begin to shake. The strong shaking felt like being attacked by some powerful person who was good at manipulating earth veins.
And soon, in Lucian's field of vision, he saw a moving mountain of meat. Against the background of this mountain of meat, the original pacifier was nothing!
Lucian's pupils shrank slightly, because this mountain of flesh looked more like a fleshy human calf!
Whether it was the shaking of the ground or the "mountain of meat" sweeping towards him, it seemed that they all originated from the giant baby's turning over.
Maybe for him, this is a wake-up call?
"Don't think too much, it's just an ordinary baby! It's not that he is strong, but that we have become weak in this twisted environment, very weak!"
The judge's paper figure floated to Lucian's side. He looked at the huge fleshy foot from a distance, with a serious tone in his voice, "I didn't expect that he has reached this level in the application of rules..."
From the tone of the judge paper mannequin, it seemed that he had some admiration for the goblin priest.
But Lucian was not in the mood to listen to the judge's paper manikin describe his admiration for the goblin priests at this time. He looked at the "meat mountain" that was rolling towards him with a serious expression, and he was quickly thinking about countermeasures in his mind. .
"Don't attack it, otherwise your attack is likely to be transferred to a nearby identity through twisted means, and it will directly kill you with the help of rules." The judge paper man reminded in a low voice, and at the same time, the sky above its head once again A somewhat illusory scale appeared. When the scale shook, it was directly picked up and weighed with something in a certain position.
The paper judge also took advantage of this weighing time to hide in the void space where the scale was.
"Avoid it?" Lucian turned over his hand and took out the wizard's notebook.
The next second, the wizard's notebook flipped, and a page flew out, covering the surface of Lucian's body with a faint layer of moonlight. Under its protection, Lucian entered the [Moonlight] state, and used this to avoid The collision with this giant foot was an almost illusory state passing through this foot.
But at this time, the general who had not yet emerged from his slumber was feeling a little miserable, and the huge feet really hit him.
"No!" In a state where his body was hit hard and his life was seriously threatened, the general's consciousness finally broke free from the many dreams arranged by the goblin priest, but at this time it was too late.
Although the general's physical fitness is considered extremely strong at the level of a second-level wizard, his strength at this time is limited to an extremely low range due to the entanglement of the surrounding twisted rules. Even the simple short spear he was holding had most of its power sealed and bound inside Shuya.
In this case, facing the sweeping mountain of meat, the only thing the war general could do was to wave the short spear in his hand vigorously.
At the critical moment of life and death, the warrior's spirit and the blood escaping from his body reached a perfect balance, and he struck his peak blow.
Under the urging of the war general, the short spear erupted into terrifying space ripples. The space ripples continued to tremble, causing larger ripples, causing abnormal distortions in the space where the war general was located.
But compared to the fleshy calf, the space that the short spear could affect was too small and too weak.
Click——
That special ancient short spear hit the surface of the calf like a wall of flesh, slightly pulling out a wound on the surface of the skin, and you could still see the blood flowing out from the inside of the wound.
But this has reached the limit of this short spear. With a slight click sound, the short spear broke. The uneven gap at the break was accompanied by some sawdust flying, and then there was the muffled cry of the warrior due to the backlash. hum.
"Wow -" As if because of the pain, the sweeping movement of the "calf" stopped, replaced by a burst of crying, and then the calf flapped randomly like a big pendulum.
This was actually just the baby shaking its calves subconsciously, but from the perspective of Lucian and others, this move seemed like a sky pillar falling from the sky, each time making the area where they were standing shake and tremble.
"Get away!" the war general roared. Perhaps it was because he was the one who had just caused the baby to feel pain, so the position where he stood received extra "care". In the process of dodging again and again, he was finally a little unable to resist, under this huge calf. When the shot was taken for the first time, the general had no time to dodge again.
He roared angrily, and two drops of golden ink appeared on his chest, as if he wanted to use this to strengthen himself and improve his ability to fight against this huge calf.
But as the calf hit hard, the war general's roar also stopped abruptly.
Not long after, the power of rules came, and Lucian's mental power was replenished by the rules and became more pure.
However, Lucian will not feel happy because of the improvement in his strength at this time, because he understands that under the blow just now, the warrior, a strong man at the level of a second-level wizard, fell! He fell into the hands of a baby who had no extraordinary abilities and even his strength could only be regarded as ordinary.
"Is this the power of rules?" Lucian had already released his moonlight state at this time, but when he looked at the "towering" baby in front of him, he also felt a huge pressure.
After all, defeating ten with one force is no joke.
On this occasion, the baby's random swings of body, or even the movements caused by turning over, were very scary to Lucian. He was like an ant walking beside the baby, and he might be affected by the baby at any time. Some unintentional actions have become dangerous.
Even though this baby doesn't have any special attacks, his kicks can sweep across a large area, and his claps can be like huge palms "dropping from the sky". Under such a disparity in size, Lucian felt that the attacks he was good at looked extremely pale. If he used them to attack this baby, it would be to the extent of tickling him.
"Your Honor, do you have any good ideas?" After Lucian determined that he had no good way to solve the problem at this time, he looked at the paper judge beside him without hesitation.
If the other party doesn't have any good methods, Lucian will consider how to escape. After all, being beaten here will definitely not solve the problem.
He might as well place his hopes on Hercules. Maybe he can find another way to break the situation from inside the Demon Nest in the north. There is no need to spend his life fighting this buggy player here.
"We have to deal with the tower!" The judge paper figure came out from the void space where the scale was located, but its body was already somewhat worn out, and some less obvious signs could even be seen on the edges of the body. There are traces of fragmentation. It is obvious that the material of this paper man clone has gradually collapsed, and the power it can mobilize will also rapidly decrease as the clone collapses.
So it now hopes for a quick victory.
What's more, it didn't dare to let Lucian stay here. If only he knew that Lucian still had a "quill pen" in his hand. If it is obtained by the goblin priest, his bondage within the Real Land will be further lifted, and this is something that the judge cannot tolerate.
"Resolve Tower?" Lucian turned his head and looked at the crooked building not far away, somewhat confused about the connection between it and the current situation.
"That guy is in a semi-sealed state inside the Real Land. Without the help of the tower, he simply can't display the twisted rules he masters!"
At this time, a faint golden light filled the surface of the paper judge's body, and the phantom of the scale appeared behind it again. At this time, one end of the scale was connected to nothingness, while the other end of the scale was carrying the baby with some difficulty.
The moment the scale appeared, the baby's crying suddenly stopped, and even his movements stopped at this moment, as if someone pressed the pause button on him.
And on that golden scale, the baby's phantom was weighed at one end. The phantom was agile, and its fleshy arms were waving, looking extremely lively.
This was the action of the paper judge. He directly used the imperfect rules inside the scale to force the baby into one end of the scale for weighing and restriction. To be precise, what is being measured is the baby’s mobility!
During the weigh-in period, the baby is deprived of mobility and left in a semi-sealed state.
"Judgment!" The judge's paper voice sounded with some difficulty. At the moment when the baby was forcibly weighed, streams of gray air also infected the golden scale, and even infected the scale beam. Added a touch of off-white.
However, the Golden Scale is also trying its best to fight back. The golden halo contained within it begins to start a tug of war with the invading gray-white airflow, and begins to use the Golden Scale as a battlefield to engage in a fierce confrontation based on rules and order.
"Quick!" The body of the judge's paper man was trembling slightly at this time. From time to time, tiny debris could even be seen flying out of his body, and quickly spontaneously ignited in mid-air, turning into ashes.
With the help of the baby's shadow as a springboard, the gray-white airflow quickly penetrated into the interior of the Golden Scale. As time went by, the area occupied by the golden light slowly retreated, while the area infected by the gray-white airflow continued to expand. Expanding, although the golden halo occasionally launched a fierce counterattack under the command of the judge, on the overall level it was still suppressed and retreating.
Obviously, the judge is in a relatively weak position in this invisible battle, and what Lucian has to do now is to take advantage of the time gap before the judge is completely defeated to find a way to give the "tower" to Direct destruction can solve the root cause of the crisis he and the judge are facing.
"Is it from the power of rules?" Lucian gritted his teeth, and then he took out a folded white paper from his pocket.
There is a faint golden halo flowing on the white paper, and this white paper is a life-saving "law" written by Lucian a long time ago. It seems very appropriate to display it in this situation.
laugh--
The law order was directly torn into pieces by Lucian, and the power of the special rules contained within was also released at this moment.
A special power of rules descended on Lucian and the identity [Lula], and covered the surface of their bodies with a light pink-purple halo.
[Laws·Immunity] To a certain extent, you are immune to damage caused by the outside world and greatly reduce the impact of rules on yourself.
This order can put Lucian and Lula in a semi-invincible state for a short period of time. In Lucian's imagination, it was set up to prevent Lula from being killed by a sneak attack. It used immune damage. This method buys time for his own body to return support, but now for Lucian, he pays more attention to the second effect of this law.
In this case, he can use the rules constructed within the law to offset some of the power of the "distorted" rules of the goblin priests, thereby achieving an effect of increasing strength.
After all, that tower is also in a state of being distorted and maliciously shrunk, and the partial liberation of one's own strength is equivalent to a jump in strength when attacking that tower.
Hee hee hee…
After the surface of his body was enveloped by the rules of the dream, Lucian finally noticed the existence of those gray-white mist. At this time, these gray-white mist were constantly entangled with the pink-purple gas covering his body.
Although the power of dream rules is obviously more prominent in terms of "quality", because the quantity is too small and it is rootless water, it has always been in a defensive state in this kind of battle, and even cannot completely hinder it in some cases. Those gray-white air currents had an impact on Lucian.
However, it was precisely with this thin layer of dream rules as the first layer of protection that Lucian's original strength, which had been reduced to a limit, was initially liberated.
And the effect after this liberation is that when Lucian performs the first-level witchcraft [Frost Moon Dance], the size and power of each frost moon blade are three times larger than in the normal state!
In this state, Lucian felt that his attack power was not weaker than that of senior second-level wizards, and he might even be able to compete with some third-level wizards in terms of sustained attacks.
But he was still a little frightened when he looked at the altar tower in front of him. After all, he didn't know how to deal with this thing that looked like life but also seemed like a dead thing. Was he going to demolish it through violent means?
(End of chapter)