Doomsday Totem

Chapter 125 Source Power
Tie Slag narrowed his eyes and stared at Qin Ke'er, his eyes were cold and threatening.

Qin Ke'er subconsciously took a step back, and then said coquettishly, "Who are you scaring, I'm not afraid of you~"

The two stalemate for a while, Tie Slag spread his hands and shrugged, expressing his helplessness.

"It's so bad~ You deserve it!" Qin Ke'er scolded with a straight face.Seeing the other party's tugging look, she wished she could step forward and punch him.

After this episode, the atmosphere quickly returned to calm.I saw Qin Ke'er with his hands behind his back, strolling leisurely beside Tie Slag, turning his face to say a few words from time to time.

Tie Slag spoke without saying a word. After a while, Qin Ke'er suddenly turned to look at him, and asked seriously, "Student Zhang Tie, do you have a dream?"

"Dream..." Tie Slag couldn't help asking back, "Can it be eaten?"

"I'm serious, I'm ignoring you!" Qin Ke'er stamped her feet angrily, and walked forward.

Tie Slag stepped forward to grab her, grinned, and asked, "What is a dream? Please explain."

"Dream...Dream is the life you want to pursue." Qin Ke'er said.

Tie Slag shook his head, expressing that he did not understand.Qin Ke'er further explained that a dream is a plan for the future, such as what major you want to study in the future, what career you want to pursue, what kind of wife you want to marry, and what kind of place you want to live in.

Iron Slag pondered for a while, then said, "I don't know."

"Are you making fun of me?" Qin Ke'er frowned and asked.

"I really don't know." Iron Slag replied seriously.

"You don't know what you want to do in the future? You don't have any plans?" Qin Ke'er asked half surprised and half confused.

Iron Slag nodded expressionlessly.

"Oh..." Qin Ke'er replied in a daze, as if at this moment, her soul was withdrawn from her body, and her mind became in a trance.She lowered her head and walked forward thoughtfully.They didn't say a word until they parted.

After returning to the dormitory, Qin Ke'er walked to the balcony alone.Looking at the peaceful Bailu Lake, I fell into deep thought...

After an unknown amount of time, she slowly took out her phone, called up a set of numbers, and stared blankly for a long time.Finally, she took a deep breath and pulled the number into the blacklist.

In the early morning of the next day, Bailu Lake was filled with fog, like a fairyland on earth.

Iron Slag got up very early, moved a chair and sat on the balcony, staring at the misty lake in a daze.

As time goes by, the sun rises slowly, and the golden light shines on the white stone road, the green grass, the lush branches and leaves, and the quiet lakeside.Gradually, the sun dispelled the morning fog and ushered in a new day in the college.

Last night, Qin Ke'er's silence made him wake up. They are actually people from two worlds, and it is impossible for them to have too much intersection.Although after returning, Huang Yu said that Qin Ke'er was interested in him, and he analyzed it well.But Leng Nuan knows himself, the true feelings, and only he himself understands.

At 08:30 in the morning, Huang Yu got up, went to the balcony, yawned while leaning on the fence, and then invited Tie Slag to the dining hall for breakfast.

During breakfast, Huang Yu chatted with the other two roommates.

Marcus Baldwin is a typical native of the Western Continent. He is tall and strong. He majors in individual combat.

The other roommate was a little different.Johnson Zhang has a medium-to-fat figure, a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He looks simple and honest, but in fact he cares about every detail and can't afford it.Moreover, he thinks very highly of himself, majoring in battlefield command and management. He once put a note in the pencil case, determined to be a "superior".

Huang Yu said that Johnson Zhang may have come from the Far East, but he has always emphasized that he is an aborigine from the Western Continent.However, his surname, like Zhang Tie's, is the surname of the Far Eastern Continent, so it is impossible for him to be an aborigine of the Western Continent.

"Since you don't recognize your birthplace, why bother to bear this surname, you might as well come up with it yourself." Huang Yu said angrily.

Tie Slag didn't answer, but just listened quietly.He had never met these two people before, so it was impossible to judge others based on Huang Yu's one-sided words.And this Huang Yu obviously has some prejudice against Johnson Zhang.Iron Slag didn't know what conflicts existed between them, and he didn't want to know, let alone participate.

Huang Yu chattered on and on, he and Johnson were classmates in high school, and he had known Johnson's behavior for a long time.But he was very unlucky. When he entered school last year, the computer automatically assigned them to a dormitory.If he wants to change the dormitory, he has to pay 3 gold coins.There is really no other way, so we can only make do with living together.

After breakfast, not long after returning to the dormitory, Marcus and Johnson came back one after the other.

Marcus is similar to what Huang Yu described, he is a simple and straightforward person.After entering the door, Marcus greeted the two roommates, then briefly got to know Tie Slag, and then sat at the table and fiddled with his laptop.Neither speak nor move.Iron Slag noticed a detail. When Marcus was using the computer, the volume was turned down very low, as if he didn't want to disturb others.

After Johnson entered the door, he looked very enthusiastic, and with a warm smile, he greeted the three roommates.

At this time, Tie Zha found that Huang Yu and Johnson were like old acquaintances and old friends. They hooked shoulders and backs as soon as they met, and seemed very close.If he hadn't heard Huang Yu's comments during breakfast, Tie Zha would have mistakenly thought that they were good brothers.

Only then did Tie Slag realize that he could not understand Huang Yu at all.He obviously hated it in his heart, but pretended to be familiar, which really puzzled him.In an instant, he suddenly thought, how would Huang Yu evaluate him behind his back and in front of others?

Thinking of this, a chill came out deep in his heart, it was so cold that it pierced through his heart.

From this, he thought of Qin Ke'er.He suddenly realized that he couldn't understand these people at all.Perhaps, this is the rule of Yincheng...

In the following time, Tie Slag subconsciously alienated Huang Yu and everyone.He would rather walk alone than face all the false faces.He is a simple and direct person, and he doesn't want to guess what kind of real thoughts are under that face, which is really tiring.

These days, he always leaves early and returns late.I go out early in the morning during the day, and return to the dormitory after almost bedtime at night.He wandered around the academy, getting to know every place as well as he could.After a few days, he walked around and got a general understanding of the college's environment and various facilities.

The academy occupies a large area. Although he doesn't know how big it is, it feels like a quarter of the size of Iron Mountain Town.Iron Mountain Town has a population of nearly one million, which is equivalent to a small city.It can be seen from this how big this college is.

Three days later, he found a good place to spend time - Candlelight Fort.

Fort Candlelight is the library of the Central Silver City Military Academy, and the collection of books inside is endless.Iron Slag swipes the magnetic card to get in, and charges 2 copper coins each time, which is cheap. In addition to reading books, hot water and walnut biscuits are also provided.

Iron Slag was very satisfied with this, and stayed in the library all day long, drinking hot water when he was thirsty, and delicious biscuits when he was hungry.When it comes to reading, he usually looks for picture albums.Most of the books here are written in aristocratic language, which he can't understand.

He likes to look at the albums of mechas and power armors the most.After a few days of research, he has been able to roughly identify the model and style of the mecha and power armor.

It is mentioned in the book that currently the most powerful fighter in the world is not a saint-level master wearing power armor, but a source power evolutionist driving a mecha.

Between the two, Power Armor has the advantages of high flexibility, high maneuverability, and simple control, but its disadvantages are weak firepower, poor defense capabilities, and poor endurance.

The advantages of mechas are strong firepower, thick armor, and strong battery life. The disadvantages are that they are bulky, slow in response, and difficult to control.

Therefore, in regular battles, mechs are no match for Power Armor at all.For the mecha, the flexible power armor is like a fly, no matter how you hit it, you can't hit it.

On the other hand, the mecha is like a live target, and the Power Armor can fight as you like. However, the advantage of the Power Armor is only when facing ordinary mech pilots.When the pilot of the mecha is replaced by the source, the result of the battle will be completely reversed.

The mysterious source of evolution, who can perceive the laws of the operation of all things, has the ability to "predict".

With this ability, the mech's firepower hit rate is extremely high, and its flexibility has also shown a geometric progression.Origin power users can often sense danger and avoid fatal attacks.

One ebbs and another, a mecha with the "prediction" ability, playing a power armor is like cutting melons and vegetables.

Fortunately, there are very few sources of power in this world, and there are only a few hundred registered at present.Moreover, most of these hundreds of source power users have weak source power, and very few of them can truly "release source power".

Iron Slag also learned that "releasing source power" and "releasing spiritual power" are completely different concepts.

The so-called release of spiritual power means that when a psychic reaches the sixth level or above, he can concentrate his spiritual energy at one point and release it outside his body to cause an airborne attack.Some holy-level psykers can also release large-scale "psychic storms".

And the release of the source force is reflected in whether the intensity of the source force can light up the pupils and emit a lavender light.The intensity of the light indicates the depth of perception of the originator in time and space.

Simply put, it is the accuracy and advance of "prediction".

To put it more simply, it is to see whose luck is better!
Origin force is a mysterious, ethereal, and elusive ability, but it actually exists.

The pope of the temple, the priest of the moon god of the Notre Dame, and the great prophet of the temple are all powerful origin evolutionists.

They are the most special evolutionaries in the world, as if they are the messengers sent by the gods, gods, and ancestors, guiding the progress of human beings in the dark universe.

The three major beliefs have been trying their best to absorb and cultivate the source of power.

In the Temple, they are called the "Holy Arbiters"; in the Cathedral of Notre Dame, they are called the "Galaxy Walkers"; In , they are called "soul singers".

Originators have an innate transcendent status.Especially those who have reached the level of "releasing the source force".If they are kind, they will have far-reaching blessings. Once they do evil, they will cause incalculable harm to all mankind.

(End of this chapter)