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Chapter 55: Don’t disturb Dad when he’s talking!

After solving the problem of the intersection of the celestial spheres, Ancient One limped back to New York with everyone.

In fact, the intersection of the celestial spheres has not been truly resolved. Just as they returned to the rooftop of the Stark Industrial Building in New York, Ron and the others saw a huge blue celestial body hanging in the dark sky. Like a mirror, through the magnification system of the armor, Tony could even see the lights of thousands of homes on the opposite planet.

"This time, things have really gotten out of hand."

Looking at the earth on the other side, Tony said in disbelief: "Although I do think these things can be summarized in a scientific way...but can anyone tell me, is this a dream?"

"Why don't you feel if there's still phantom pain in your butt?"

Touching his chin, Ron also looked at the sky that was connected by a string of planets.

Although it is called the intersection of the celestial spheres, how should I put it? The external performance seems more like DC's Crisis on Infinite Earths. However, compared with Infinite Earths, the intersection of the celestial spheres here is more gentle, just that multiple universes and worlds under different rules are intertwined together.

If it were an ordinary universe, it might have exploded by now due to the conflict of rules. But the trash can universe was obviously different. At least, Eternity seemed to be enjoying it... the feeling of being reborn from a lifeless future and being filled with the concept of multiple universes.

Woohoo, there’s no going back. It has completely turned into the shape of a multiverse collection.

Although the crisis of the Wild Hunt and the crisis of the celestial intersection have been resolved, the cold will not subside in a short time. At least, according to Ron's estimation, the temperature in New York will not really end until at least three days later.

"Anyway, everyone should go back to their own homes and find their own mothers. At least for a short period of time, there will be no communication between the two worlds."

Hearing this, Tony couldn't help but pointed to the sky and said, "Are you sure? Look up, I feel like any intercontinental missile can hit the opposite planet."

"fake."

Ron said: "The universe has not yet been completely integrated. At most, it can only be considered embedded in the universe we are in. The wall of the world still exists. Although it looks close, the distance is measured by the diameter of the universe. If you really want to fly over there, it would be a waste of time. Even if you burn the earth and convert it into energy, it will not be enough to cover half the distance."

After a pause, Ron glanced at Ciri and said, "Of course, if there is a world gate, that's another story."

The blood of the ancients can open the gate of the world, and unlike any teleportation spell, the gate of the world of the blood of the ancients ignores space, time, and even causality. It does not require additional energy, and you only need a thought to go to the world you want to go to.

If there were no coordinates before, then now, the distance between the two worlds seems long, but for Ciri it is equivalent to making the coordinates public. The long distance makes it impossible for ordinary people to reach the other side in their lifetime, but in the setting of the Gate of the World, there is no distance setting at all. With just a thought, Ciri can bring back a bunch of local specialties from there.

"forget it."

Ciri shook her head with a bit of exhaustion. For this girl who had high moral standards and a strong sense of justice, this series of events was really unbearable.

"I just came to this world and caused such a series of disasters. If I go to other worlds casually... I won't use this ability casually until I have mastered it thoroughly."

"Agree."

Tony on the side nodded seriously, rubbing his butt and saying, "Who knows, there may be germs in the other world that don't exist in our world, or there may be germs in our world that don't exist in the other world. In order to prevent the extinction of species once we go there, I think we should choose a safer approach..."

"Oh, why is our great genius Tony suddenly so conservative?"

Ron smiled and said, "Isn't it your character that you learn to fly before you learn to walk? Why are you so mature and steady all of a sudden?"

"Even a mature and prudent person would be at a loss when faced with such a question."

Hearing Ron's joke, Tony had no intention of arguing at all. He just took out a bottle of intact beer from the broken wine cabinet, sat on the sofa, blew into the bottle and said weakly:

"I've thought of many ways to be cursed by knowledge, but I never thought that it would be implemented in this way in the end... Shit! Is there any way to delete memory? I feel like the images in my memory are raping my smart brain!"

"In fact, you are mainly afraid that the memories in your brain will trigger certain switches in your body, right? After all, the eternal physical sense synchronization is materialized in you."

As he spoke, Ron also raised his head and looked at Geralt on the other side of the sofa, and shouted loudly: "Geralt! If everything is fine, we will leave now!"

"Oh, here we come."

As he spoke, Geralt stood up and walked over, saying, "I plan to take Yennefer over first. She's a warlock, so maybe she can adapt to life here faster than the old man, and she can provide us with more help."

This was not said to Ron, but to Ciri. Ciri nodded in understanding.

Although Vesemir is the oldest demon hunter in the Wolf School, his strength is not even comparable to Geralt. On the one hand, Geralt has druid blood, which consumes less energy and is more powerful when using signs. On the other hand, demon hunters will eventually age. Although their life cycle is much longer than that of ordinary people, they are already three hundred years younger.

Considering that they will have to travel to other worlds to carry out missions in the future, it turns out that a powerful warlock with a great reputation like Yennefer is the team's first choice.

In addition, you can also teach Geralt how to cast magic, so as to maximize the use of the druid blood in his body to enhance his combat power.

Geralt had never thought about similar things before, but after experiencing these things, Geralt has clearly felt that his various abilities can no longer keep up with the strength of the current version.

Although being a Ciri summoner is not bad, Geralt doesn't intend to hold his daughter back.

The witcher casts spells quickly through sigils, does not fully understand the composition of magic, and omits the chanting process that can enhance the performance of magic... Let's change it bit by bit, Geralt thought.

I am only in my nineties, still relatively young among demon hunters. It shouldn't be difficult to learn some new techniques.

The only thing that made Geralt hesitate was...

After a moment of silence, Geralt rubbed his brows and said to Ron helplessly: "How do you know those habits of Yennefer? I don't know those details..." "So you are a rough and stinky man~"

Ron waved his hand and said with a smile on his face: "She's coming soon, why don't you ask her in person?"

“Even though she loves me, if I ask her this, she will definitely slap me…” Geralt sighed helplessly and looked at Ciri: “I hope you can stop her a little bit…”

"Stop what? Why don't I understand?"

Ciri looked confused and had no idea what Ron and Geralt were talking about.

Shaking his head, Xili also asked: "Stop talking nonsense, let's go back first. I also plan to purchase some things, such as armor."

"Use your ability." Ron said, "You don't have to go back. Just open the world gate and go directly to the base. You know the coordinates of the base."

"But……"

"It's nothing, it's something you'll have to master sooner or later. If you're scared now, you'll be even more scared in the future."

"……All right."

Sighing, Ciri carefully opened the door to the world, and after confirming that the other side was indeed a hospital, she breathed a sigh of relief, then signaled Ron and the others to follow her, and then the group officially went home.

Standing on the empty Stark Industries building, Tony looked at the top floor that was suddenly left with only his own, and took a sip of wine with a sad face - As expected, have they forgotten about me?
And, I wish I could forget the images in my mind like them.

Although I am prepared to be cursed by knowledge, this knowledge is too disgusting...

Although she was a little nervous, the short-distance world gate was still easy for Ciri. She didn't feel any discomfort, and she didn't even feel the weightlessness and dizziness that would occur when the Infinite City was opened and closed. When Ron arrived at the hospital gate, he was surprised to find that some of the escaped fish of the Wild Hunt were actually wandering here.

Ron was not too surprised that the Wild Hunt had some fish slipping through the net. The collective teleportation of the Infinite City had its limits. Under complete liberation at all costs, it could cover almost all living things within a diameter of ten kilometers.

However, the more numbers included, the lower the accuracy. In other words, ordinary Wild Hunt Knights have not mastered the magic of teleportation. If they have mastered it, similar to Kamar-Taj, where everyone has a teleportation book, then even Ron needs to concentrate on locking them one by one before he can transfer them to the Infinite City.

However, if the opponent is at the same level as Ancient One or even slightly weaker, it is almost impossible to forcibly absorb them into the Infinite City.

Although space-related abilities are powerful, if the opponent also knows the principles behind them, he doesn't even need to have great strength, he can just use the characteristics of space itself to resist.

This also led to the fact that during the development of the Infinite City, some Wild Hunt Knights took the opportunity to escape and avoid the reckoning of Eredin's Roar, thus avoiding the tragic fate of being captured and taken to Roan Park.

And now, several Wild Hunt Knights are attacking the hospital.

No, it’s not accurate to say it was a hospital. They were actually attacking the people who were fleeing, but these people happened to hide in the hospital’s barrier and used the barrier to fight back.

"Dad! Are you okay? I can't hold on any longer!"

He bent down to avoid the Wild Hunt's diving attack, leaped up and kicked one of them away, then grabbed a folding stool beside him and hit the Wild Hunt who was trying to launch a sneak attack from behind with a hard blow on the head.

Although part of the problem was solved, these Wild Hunt Knights in full body armor were obviously not in serious trouble. After a little adjustment, they were ready to continue attacking, which made the black-haired young man who was fighting with them look desperate:
"And what the hell are these guys? Aren't all the Shadow Corps ninjas? Why are there knights now?!"

"Jackie Chan, I've told you so many times not to disturb Dad from casting a spell at a time like this!"

After hearing Jackie Chan's words, the old man who called himself Daddy held a dried pufferfish and a dried lizard in his hands. Daddy muttered in a mysterious way: "Here is a ready-made technique. I have basically figured it out. Wait a moment, demons and ghosts, please leave quickly, demons and ghosts, please leave quickly..."

As he spoke, the old man began to chant an easy-to-understand spell. As the spell sounded, the energy of Qi magic lit up from the old man's dantian, then poured into his arms, lighting up the pufferfish and lizard, emitting a green glow.

Then, these dim lights connected with the cotton in the mental hospital - no, not the cotton, but the underlying rituals made of Mingnu's blood. If the cotton is the main body of the barrier, then these blood rituals are the foundation, used to maintain and operate the cotton fried chicken watermelon grape soda formation.

And now, he guided out the blood ritual alone and combined it with his own air magic. Soon, the green light spread to the entire ritual, enveloping the entire mental hospital.

Looking at the Wild Hunt Knights who kept slashing at the green light curtain but could never shake it in the slightest, Jackie Chan breathed a sigh of relief and put down the bench in his hand.

Wiping the sweat off his head, Jackie Chan asked in confusion, "What on earth are these things? They don't look like things from this era at all."

"Dad is thinking about this, too." Dad said, "These guys have auras from other worlds, which should be related to the extra planets in the sky."

"But compared to this, when did Hell's Kitchen have a spell like this?"

Hearing this, Jackie Chan asked curiously, "Is this technique powerful? Isn't it just some cotton trees and fried chicken wrappers?"

Before Jackie Chan finished speaking, Dad raised his hand and tapped Jackie Chan on the head with his finger, saying, "Never doubt what Dad says!"

As he spoke, the old man bent down, pointed at the technique with the dried pufferfish in his hand and said:

"Although they are the most common cotton, watermelon, and fried chicken soda, in the occult, the market value of spellcasting items has nothing to do with the performance that can be obtained by casting spells."

"What is really important in constructing a ritual that affects consciousness is the symbolism of the object itself, and different objects in different places will be given different meanings. Although these things are very common, the entire ritual is very complete, and the extension of the symbolic meaning is used to the maximum extent. I don't know which master's handiwork this is!"

(End of this chapter)