Chapter 253 Confrontation
As the gray-white air flow quickly merged into the interior of the dream rule slate, the still somewhat blurry line of text gradually became clear.
Not long after, a new line of tadpole text appeared at the bottom of the slate text. At first, these tadpole text showed a strange gray-white color, but soon they turned into light golden text, and other normal tadpole text. They look very similar, but you can vaguely see the faint gray-white airflow at the connection between these words and the dream slate.
These gray-white airflows representing the power of "distortion" were like glue that forcibly bonded this line of text with the dream slate, and incorporated this new line of rules into the dream rules in a short time, and allowed the dream to The rules treat it as a "same kind".
This is a kind of misinterpretation and distortion of the rules, or it is an invasion and tampering of the rules of dreams.
Dream rules (pseudo): It is forbidden to use any extraordinary props!
The invisible rules came and conveyed this new rule to the hearts of all players, including Lucian.
Suddenly, countless vague translucent chains descended, sealing all the effects of many props on all players, including storage spaces, and even the animal skin bag used to wrap [Lula] was forced to leave at this time. Shrinking, "vomiting" out Lula before she could "zoom in".
Wow——
After Lucian had just hurriedly placed [Lula], which was only the size of an adult's palm, in his pocket, the wizard's notebook that was floating in the air just now had its power completely sealed, like a book. The ordinary notebook fell towards the ground, and the animal skin pages inside were rustled by the wind.
"Without that quill, what are you going to do?" In my mind, the goblin priest's voice had a touch of pride, and he was obviously very satisfied with his method of drawing fuel from the bottom of the cauldron.
"Do you think the rules within this dream mezzanine can seal the means of a great master?" Lucian chuckled, seemingly not caring about the predicament in front of him.
At this time, without the obstruction of those elemental puppets, Lucian simply approached the sacrificial tower slowly at a relatively stable speed. At the same time, he also carefully observed this creation from the chaotic civilization, looking at the black, The intertwined gray and white lines create a strange feeling of chaos and balance.
These lines formed patterns one after another. Some looked like tangled balls of thread, and some seemed to form some kind of abstract-looking animals. However, these patterns all gave Lucian a light feeling. With a sense of threat, he had a feeling that if the energy contained in these special patterns burst out, the lethality would probably exceed the scope of normal second-level witchcraft. Some of the relatively complex patterns might even reach the level of third-level witchcraft or even witchcraft. Higher level level.
This is the crystallization of wisdom from another top civilization. Lucian can feel the touch of this pattern on him just by looking at it.
Give him more time to study these special patterns and learn from them. If he learns a little bit, he may be able to create one or two first-level witchcraft or even second-level witchcraft with special effects more easily.
But it's a pity that the goblin priest hiding in the dark will not give Lucian so much time. After all, he cannot permanently distort the dream rule slate. Even for the goblin priest, it is very difficult to forcibly manipulate the "twisted rules" he controls to tamper with the dream rule slate.
This is like a young man swinging a sledgehammer with some skills. Maybe with his skills, he can barely swing the sledgehammer with great force, but the lack of strength will make him lose control of the sledgehammer very quickly. The longer it is delayed, the more likely it is that it will suffer strong backlash.
For the goblin priest, the consequences of this backlash are even more serious, because what he is trying to tamper with at this time is the core rules within the dream world, and these rules are specially prepared to "capture" prey like him. of.
It's like a cunning mouse using the switch on a mousetrap. The longer it takes, the greater the chance of being caught. Once captured, there is only a dead end for the goblin priest.
"I'll give you one last chance, throw down your storage ring and get away!" The voice of the goblin priest sounded in Lucian's mind again, and at the same time, thirteen groups of gray-white airflow popped up inside the crooked altar tower. , quickly formed thirteen biological images with different appearances.
There are beasts here that look like tigers and leopards, there are also Cyclops that are more than ten meters tall, and there are also ultra-small individuals that are only as big as a baby’s thumb...
These individuals may be strong or weak, but they all have a pair of gray-white eyes. They all looked at Lucian, saying the same words with their mouths open and closed, "Wizard, don't try to anger and provoke a god!"
Lucian smiled contemptuously.
Because although these beings made of mist look a bit bluffing, judging from the aura they emit, they are not very powerful. The most powerful ones are close to the level of second-level wizards. Most of the mist The life is only the peak of a third-level wizard apprentice or the level of an ordinary first-level wizard. This is not a difficult opponent for Lucian.
As long as he kills them, nothing can stop him from destroying the altar tower... A trace of bloodlust flashed in Lucian's eyes, and he took a step forward and started sprinting towards the group of mist beings.
But he just took two steps forward when Lucian stopped the car.
Immediately he raised his head and looked into the void, showing a bright smile. Then Lucian stretched out his right hand and raised his middle finger toward the void.
"We almost succeeded." Lucian opened and closed his mouth slightly, and said silently to the goblin priest who was peeping at the scene here. Although he didn't know whether the other party could understand the meaning of his international gesture, but sometimes...the most important thing was to feel happy.
However, Lu Xian was still a little scared at this time, because the goblin priest's attack on him was silent, making him somewhat unprepared.
It was like just now that the Goblin Priest had used the same means to influence his emotions before, distorting and amplifying his desire to win!
If Lucian hadn't been blessed by the law effect at this time, which reduced the influence of this desire to win and only made him a little excited but not impulsive, I'm afraid he would have been entangled with those thirteen mist beings at this time. Maybe something bad for him will happen.
"Let me guess, how long can you maintain this state now? An hour? A quarter of an hour? Or a shorter time?" Lucian stopped and straightened his clothes at leisure, "I'm afraid it won't be long. Your breath will be completely exposed. Haha... What will happen to the big fat fish that sneaks into the cage to eat? "
"I admit that you have something, boy." The voice of the goblin priest became calm at this time, and the sullen, irritable, powerless and other emotions just now have disappeared at this time. As a being who can play with or even manipulate the enemy's emotions, Goblin Priest will naturally not make some stupid mistakes in terms of emotions. Even to him, emotions are a kind of weapon, whether it is his own or his opponent's emotions.
Wow - those thirteen mist figures just disappeared in an instant, and then condensed into a somewhat blurry short figure. He didn't feel evil, but looked very comfortable and close, like a sunshine. A kind old man blowing the breeze.
However, the old man's special ear structure allowed Lucian to quickly identify him, because this was what a goblin priest looked like.
"As you can see, the time I can tamper with the slate is extremely limited, but... I believe that the time I can last is definitely longer than that little guy. Hmm... I can actually see the wizard and the gray mist It’s fun for civilized mages to work together... well, it’s really fun.”
The goblin priest chuckled and clapped his hands gently. Although he did not make any sound, this calmness still made Lu Xian's heart sink slightly.
He subconsciously wanted to go back and check the status of the judge paper figure, but Lucian soon gave up this idea, but forced himself to stay calm and continue the confrontation with the goblin priest.
After all, facing such an opponent who can influence and manipulate emotions, he cannot leave any opportunities for the opponent to take advantage of at the spiritual level.
"I have similar ideas, but it's just a short-term collaboration, there's no conflict."
After sorting out his thoughts, Lucian looked at the goblin priest, only to find that the other person had conjured up a set of tables and chairs. At this time, he was sitting on the chair leisurely, even on the table made of gray-white mist. There was an extra cup of drink that looked a bit like soup.
"Come a little?" The goblin priest chuckled, as if he was not talking to Lucian, but an old friend who had known him for many years.
While he was minding his own business, he poured an unknown drink for Lucian and quickly made a "chair" for Lucian to sit on. "Since you are very confident and I am also very confident, we might as well sit down and take a good look. , was it the dream rules that caught me first, or the order mage from the Gray Mist Civilization who couldn't hold on first."
When he said this, there was a calm look on the goblin priest's face. He took a sip of the drink in front of him and showed a very intoxicated expression.
"You don't seem to be afraid of death." Lucian did not accept the inexplicable drink. Instead, he carefully looked at the goblin priest, hoping to find out more details about him.
"Death? For me, that means just returning to the embrace of the Mother Goddess. I will continue to live in her divine kingdom and revive in the distant future. This is fate and what I want in my heart." The goblin priest put down his hands. bowl of soup, his eyes were calm, and he even looked a little pious.
"Death is just a destination and a turning point, but it is not the end, nor the only one."
"In front of the Supreme, there is no boundary between life and death. They are just concepts at different stages of life. We praise the Supreme, obey Him, serve Him... and we will eventually receive His gifts and blessings."
Lucian glanced at the goblin priest with extremely clear eyes at this time. If he hadn't understood what the Mother of Chaos was before, he might have been misled by this guy's pious look at this time, thinking that the Mother of Chaos was someone. The supreme being that possesses both truth, goodness and beauty.
"Hehehe..." Lucian laughed dryly, feeling that his relationship with the goblin priest seemed a bit strange at this time.
After all, the paper judge over there is fighting to death with the power of rules controlled by the goblin priest, while I am chatting casually with the other party's consciousness...
"Stop talking, otherwise I don't think we can reach an agreement on the Mother Goddess issue." The goblin priest looked at Lucian, his tone seemed very relaxed and confident.
He gently spread his hands and said, "We can seek common ground while reserving differences. After all, I know what the mystic master wants."
"There's nothing going on now. If you're interested, I can tell you for free. Well... there are some other questions. You can ask me while I'm in a good mood. Haha, there is a god who is willing to answer your questions. This is not a common opportunity.”
The goblin priest showed a kind smile. With the blessing of this smile, his image also looked gentler, without the fierce and ferocious look of ordinary chaotic life.
"I, Abdulresiti de Blackburn, swear to the Mother Goddess of Chaos that everything I tell this wizard next is true. If I violate my oath, I am willing to suffer the 'seven sins' punishment' of the Mother Goddess. "The goblin priest chuckled, but he said the most solemn oath for chaotic life.
Then he looked at Lucian calmly, his dark green eyes seemed to contain encouragement and tolerance. "Young wizard, what do you want to ask? Haha, I forgot to introduce myself, you can call me Mr. Abu. If divided according to the realm of your wizard world, my level of strength is...the fifth level wizard peak, unlimited Close to the level of a sixth-level wizard."
"I think even if you are an outstanding young person in the wizarding world, it would be difficult to meet a fifth-level wizard, right?" Goblin Priest Abu crossed his legs and looked more like he was here to talk and make friends. , not to fight to the death.
"Mr. Abu...you seem to know our wizarding world very well?"
"Well, I met a fifth-level wizard in the World Corridor." Abu smiled, "My strength was not at the level it is now, but that fifth-level wizard left a deep impression on me. , I got a lot of information about the wizarding world."
"You and him...are friends?" Lucian was a little surprised.
"No." Abu smiled strangely, and at the same time stretched out his long and sharp tongue and licked his lips, as if reminiscing, but more like aftertaste. "He tastes good."
(End of chapter)