Chapter 256 Recovery
Lucian was quite familiar with this aura. He had taken a quick look at it when he was appraising the quill.
However, compared to the calm and even dead feeling in the previous sleeping state, although the breath that comes now also seems a bit lifeless, it is also crazy in the death, like a wild beast. The instinctive desire for prey.
If this breath is "dubbed", it probably means this.
Hungry, hungry, hungry!
It’s just that the food this simple consciousness is looking for is those beings that can be called “gods”!
So the first moment it arrived, it set its target on the goblin priest who exuded an "attractive aroma", and even asked the question of why the other party sneaked in. , it temporarily ignored it.
As for Lucian?
In the eyes of this great master, Lucian is not even a "miscellaneous fish".
After all, the subconscious mind of the master deep in the dream interlayer is still sleeping. The aura that comes at this time is more derived from some of the methods he arranged before falling asleep. The will contained in it is extremely weak, and more It is an instinct derived from the body.
After all, if He wants to recover and resurrect from his endless sleep, He needs to "eat" and replenish the missing part of His "divine nature" to make Him whole again.
Driven by this instinct, this great master showed an extreme desire to eat divinity. The moment his breath came, invisible and thick chains had already emerged from the void. When shot out, these chains carried a noble aura of rules. The moment they collided with the gray-white aura released by Goblin Priest Abu, the latter was directly dispersed.
It’s like chopping tofu with a sword, or like strong sunlight easily penetrating thin clouds. The qualitative gap between the two makes this collision of rules already separated before it really begins. Outcome.
Under the interweaving of these chains of rules, the twisted powers released by the goblin priests collapsed immediately and were defeated.
Buzz——
The altar tower standing not far away seemed to be aware of the crisis. The gray eye on the top suddenly opened, and the vortex inside the eye seemed to contain a vast world. From the gray nebula, an equally majestic, but slightly gloomy and terrifying consciousness was conveyed from a distance.
However, this consciousness took the initiative to collapse the moment it became aware of the situation here, and also completely cut off its connection with this place.
After the connection with the Mother of Chaos was interrupted, the eye above the Altar Tower completely lost its "soul" and became dim and lifeless. At the same time, it also made the entire Altar Tower crooked. In an instant, it lost support and energy supply, and began to collapse from the inside out.
The chain of order passed quickly, sweeping away some special gray-white crystal blocks left behind after the altar tower collapsed.
"Two-legged hairy monster, that eye! Take that eye!" Count Thanasis's voice sounded at this time, with a touch of urging in his voice. "Hehehe, I originally thought you would be lucky to get a little bit of scum, but I didn't expect... you were lucky enough to pick up a big grain of rice, hahaha, I have to say, some people are still stupid. Blessed! ”
Lucian glanced slightly at the paper judge, and then quickly rushed in the direction of the eye.
At this time, the paper judge was indeed overwhelmed with care for himself.
Because although the golden scale he took out is not truly divine, it does have certain corresponding characteristics. In the subconscious mind of the dream master, this means that it can supplement himself. required food. Although the quantity is not large, the quality is not great either. But in this difficult situation, it was naturally impossible for Him not to regard the bean bags as solid food.
It is precisely for this reason that although he has not been taken care of, he still has several chains condensed by the rules of order and wants to try to combine it and the rod it controls. Capture the golden scales.
“Get away!” The indifference that had always been maintained on the face of the judge paper man had disappeared, replaced by a touch of unruly domineering. Its flat body kept punching and attacking the surroundings. Those chains, a faint aura of rules repel these chains, and through the rotation and blessing of the golden scale, try to weigh these chains of order.
But unfortunately, if you want to weigh something, you also need a scale.
The moment the paper judge tried to weigh these chains of order, a slight deformation occurred on its golden scale beam.
Crack, click, click...
Following a slight sound, in the judge’s frightened and angry eyes, a small crack appeared on the golden scale beam, and the crack continued. It quickly becomes bigger and darker at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Obviously these chains of order themselves have strongly exceeded the capabilities of the golden scales.
“No!” The paper judge’s eyes were about to burst. After he cried out sadly, his whole body disintegrated on its own initiative. After losing the paper man as a "medium", the secret space where the scale was located also quickly separated from the normal space, hoping to avoid the subsequent attacks and plundering of the rule chain.
However, these "little tricks" seem a little pale in front of the chain of rules.
A few chains of rules were like strange pythons swimming flexibly, directly binding the entire secret space, almost at the same moment when the judge paper self-destruction, the entire secret space was tied up. Use yourself as the "anchor" to firmly fix the secret space with the golden scale, without giving the other party the slightest chance to escape.
Subsequently, these chains cooperated with each other to "tighten" the strangulation of the hidden space, like a group of old fishermen who cooperated with each other and began to slowly pull the "net" back to the boat.
As for the fish in the net? There is no possibility of escape.
"Wizard!" At this time, Goblin Priest Abu roared at Lucian.
If the judge only lost his hard-earned divinity and at least saved his life, then Goblin Abu really felt the crisis of death at this time.
Pursued by those chains of order, he felt like a fat deer surrounded by a group of hunters in a small forest. Death seemed to be a certainty. The only difference was who killed him and The only difference is how he died.
Although He never gave up the hope of escape, and even scattered his own body directly and abandoned it, turning into dozens of emotional beings that could walk in the consciousness of ordinary life, but these little tricks failed in the face of those chains of order. But they all looked a little pale.
Poof!
A chain penetrated directly through the chest of one of the clones!
(End of this chapter)