Miss Su tries to survive in the world of reincarnation

The voice came from the side, and the impolite tone obviously came from Tavier.The little blue-haired lady was leaning quietly on the side pillars of the corridor.The fire of fighting intent danced in the light red eyes.

"Is there something I need to do? I sense your mood swings on the bridge—your mind is not stable. You must have discovered something. But you don't want to share it with too many crew members."

"Yes." Su Qingyue did not refute. "It is true that some important information has been found. But I judge that it is really inappropriate to announce it to the team immediately. Also, our action plan has changed—concealed navigation is still necessary, but when contacting Aslan, I think It may be necessary to be civilized."

"You mean you hope I don't act rashly?" Tavel raised his eyebrows.

"The same goes for other people." Su Qingyue didn't hide it. "Yes, that's what I mean."

"Okay then." Tavier nodded, and she turned into a bat and floated away every day - she alone never walked well in the entire Arctic continental team.But this is not a bad thing, at least the newcomers will become calmer after seeing Tavier who is not walking well, regardless of their quality.

So Su Qingyue continued to move towards her lounge—she kicked a shadow by the wall that looked no different from the same color.Cut off a new branch in a potted plant by the window.With a flick of a finger, a specific shock wave can instantly melt down a specific eavesdropping machine or rune structure.And as she approached her lounge, she was sure that her companions probably understood what she meant.Although it is more convenient to notify directly through the spiritual network, since they are all delivered to your door, you can naturally cooperate a little bit.

She came to the door of her lounge—she didn't intend to come.Just entrust your body to your intuition and let your legs move forward at will.

And her intuition guides her - as she approaches her closet.She saw a tall figure hovering uneasily nearby - she knew that person, it was a half-ghoul among the newcomers, tall, ugly, but with a gentle personality like 'Quasimodo'.When Su Qingyue saw her, she seemed very cramped.

"Miss Kui'an." Su Qingyue still remembered the first and last name of this half-ghoul.And she didn't restrict the actions of newcomers on Gransefa. "Is there anything you need my help with, or do you need me to know?"

"I..." Kanon Kui'an's voice was very low, with anxiety in the low voice. "I...I want to see what I can do for everyone."

"Your mood is not stable, Miss Quinn. If you want to help, please tell me what happened to make you think this way."

She saw that the half-ghoul in front of her was obviously stunned.Fear, panic, self-doubt... All kinds of emotions were presented one by one under that ugly face.

Her thoughts moved, and some kind of subtle energy radiation burst out immediately.The dose is small, but the effect is to calm and appease on a spiritual level.

The half-ghoul calmed down—and took a deep breath.

"I..." In her voice, there was still tremor after comforting her. "I... heard strange noises. It seemed like footsteps passing through the woods. Then nails scraped the ground... Yes, I felt as if something was approaching. A gray giant. It had the head of a bird, with four The arm...it-"

Her voice became distorted, and her hands and feet twitched involuntarily.And the next moment, Su Qingyue's eyes burst out with a glow—a precise and direct mental impact, which directly interrupted Kanon's thinking without harming her mental body.

A hazy figure appeared behind Kanon - holding her up before she fell.She quickly regained her sanity, and then her eyes were filled with horror.

"This...is this..."

"Spiritual pollution. Your background makes your perception overly sensitive to certain individuals." Su Qingyue stretched out her hand and made a soothing gesture.She knew why Canon was a bit dispensable when she deduced the newcomer route earlier.Because the key link is here.

The god Tash has joined the battle.The gray black figure with the bird's head and four arms is exactly the image of Tash's outer god in the original book.And now, as one of the four armies, it is approaching this——

--wrong!

Su Qingyue turned her head abruptly.She is sure that even people born in the COC world view cannot be so sensitive that they can perceive the old days of the Outer Gods through the walls of the planes—they are so sensitive that they will either ascend together or be wiped out.And the lineage of the newcomer in front of him will definitely not stop at the same half-ghoul as he is today!

She didn't ask, nor did she hack into Canon's mind—because Granzafa's internal surveillance had already been invoked by her.And all the actions of Kanon before showing abnormality are reflected in her eyes.

She saw Kanon lingering at a porthole for a few seconds - and the next moment, her mental perspective was suddenly imposed on the airspace that had been left behind by Gran Sepha!

She saw the Citadel—saw the buildings of the Empire of Man.I saw those huge buildings interlaced and combined with the terrain.And from a certain angle of view, a huge silhouette appeared!

Four arms, a bird's head, a tall figure—the invasion has already begun, and the time is not as long as nine hours!

Chapter 290 Eight o Tash

Nine days.

nine hours.

9 minutes.

nine seconds.

But the time when the abnormality occurred was actually earlier.

In the human dynasty, after thousands of years of rule, the Kingdom of Narnia has always been prosperous and prosperous.When the morning clock struck the ninth time, an old stonemason just completed the ninth major project he was responsible for in his life-he lived for 90 years, and today he witnessed the ninth building he built Completion of the United Citadel.

He was very old--a rare man in Narnia who lived to that age.His seniority made him the King's guest many years ago.He became the leader of the masonry trade and became a great engineer of great repute.He allowed the kingdom's joint fortresses to be built according to his will, and since 39 years ago, there was no opposition to what he said, only approval.

He loves to build - as early as many, many years ago, when he was first brought to the construction site as a young child.He fell in love with building.

He liked to build - he wanted to make the terrain of Narnia just the way he wanted it to be.He dug up the mountain, diverted the river, and connected all the fortresses together to form a tight net.

The king appreciated his design, and the kings before him also agreed with his ideas.Even Aslan, the fabled lion, creator of the world, omnipresent and inhabiting every ray of light.He has also given positive comments on his design drawings.

He felt that his life was worth living—but sometimes he couldn't help thinking about it.

Why, there is obviously not that much population in the Kingdom of Narnia.But the kings of each generation, and the eternal great lion, have always ordered the residents of the kingdom to prepare arms and build fortresses, as if they could only use this method to fight against what?

Fighting... he could understand fighting.Waving his arms, raising his weapons, and fighting against the enemy... But he really didn't understand why he had to fight in this way?

I don't know, he never thought of what kind of opponent the kingdom would have to fight against.In the north there are talking beasts, giants, and dwarves.To the south is the forest kingdom of Aslan, the sacred land.And to the west are mountains that can never be crossed.To the east is the boundless ocean.He only heard occasionally that some unclean dark creatures would come to attack the town, but as early as hundreds of years ago, they could not cross the strong and huge walls of the Kingdom of Narnia.

The Kingdom has no enemies—and neither do humans.In the cognition of the old mason, he couldn't think of any enemy who could cross the wall built by the Kingdom of Narnia even 300 years ago.

No.Neighboring countries can't do it either, but the old mason knows that on this land.No country will take the initiative to attack the other side.

Because it is clearly stated in Aslan's teachings.That is, Aslan does not allow good creatures to kill each other.Humans, giants, dwarves, talking beasts... as long as they can communicate and talk, they must be Aslan's followers and part of the good force.And Aslan does not allow ethnic groups to fight, nor does he allow the country to expand.

But Aslan prophesied the enemy—predicted that claws would come out of the darkness.Four great enemies will descend from the sky, accompanied by endless legions of evil.In order to resist this foreign enemy, the good forces of Narnia must build fortresses and prepare their troops.Anytime, anywhere, be ready to confront this unknown foreign enemy.

The prophecy was announced 900 years ago.

And humans... the good forces of Narnia also built a 900-year-old fortress.Prepared the army for 900 years.Generation after generation men prepare for war, grow old, die, and the next generation succeeds them.Then the next generation continues to take over.However, a full 900 years have passed, and the rumored enemy has never shown any signs of coming.

Human beings have not let up - until now, every king has strictly ordered the people to carry out the oracle.And Aslan's disciples never let up, at least not when the Talking Beasts and the Dwarves were getting their act together.All believers in the kingdom believe that the enemy from outside will always come.

Will come...but what is the Enemy like?What kind of evil power is able to cross these overlapping, interconnected, and spliced ​​walls?

The stonemason doesn't know, and everyone doesn't know.Even those who were lucky enough to meet Aslan, when praying for the answer to this question, Aslan has always been vague.

No one knows - but many people want to know.Aslan does not allow believers to pry into such secrets.So many people fell silent.Either forget, or cover your head and think about it.

The old stonemason was also thinking wildly—and he thought his thinking was necessary.Because he is a city builder, he must know what his enemy looks like, so that he can design a suitable fortress to fight against it.

So he began to think—many years ago, he began to think.And in the long leisurely thinking, he gradually had a complete idea in his mind.

The prophecy said that the enemy will fall from the sky.Such a powerful enemy should have the appearance of a bird—he also thought about dragons, but dragons are also part of the power of goodness, but they are rarely seen.So he could only think of birds, the most unpopular of all crows.

Bird, bird's head.Wings are flaws, so it can fly without wings.

It occurred to the mason that he knew his fortress was as good as it could be.Even if there are only a hundred people stationed, it is enough to fight against the fully equipped army.

With flesh and blood, even a dragon could not break through his walls.And based on his medieval level cognition, he felt that there were only four kinds of power that could break through the city wall.

That is wind, light, mist, shadow.

He abandoned the former two, which are sacred and pure, and chose the latter two, which represent ominous and evil.As a result, the bird head in his concept was as ethereal as a shadow, with mist lingering all over his body.

It's close, but not enough, not good.In addition to the terrible shape, it should also have strength.

So what is power—the stonemason thinks of the four great enemies in the prophecy.So he had an idea and conceived the four enemies as the four arms of the monster.

Very good - in this way, the enemy who can break through this fortress will have a specific image.It was a tall bird-headed monster with four slender and sharp claws.It is as ethereal as a shadow, it has mist lingering, and it floats in the air, and it can fly without wings.

The mason exhaled lightly, temporarily suppressing the thoughts circling in his mind.

He returned to reality—back to his newly completed construction site.The sound of cheers and celebrations was endless, and he sat in his armchair, and perhaps had a short sleep just now.

He was very old, and he felt his weakness, his slowness.He knew that he could no longer preside over the construction of the next fortress, and perhaps his life would not be able to survive the turn of the next winter and spring.

He was going to die--he wasn't much afraid of dying.Aslan once promised that all pious believers will go to Aslan's kingdom after death, and live happily forever without being troubled by anything.And he believed in Aslan...Why didn't he believe what God said?And since he believed it, he wouldn't worry about it.

——I have dedicated my whole life to the cause of God... I can say this without thinking too much.

he thought, and got up from his seat.A certain cloud in the distance seemed to shake abnormally, and he thought that his old eyesight might be a sign that it was time for him to rest.

Rest... A strange feeling clenched his heart for no reason.

His colleagues were shouting his name, his disciples and grandchildren looked at him with concern and tried to come to help him - he waved them away.He's not dead yet, he doesn't need anyone to help him.I don't know why, those apprentices who have always been loved by him are particularly hideous in his eyes at this moment, and he feels that they may have expected him to die, so as to inherit his position and take away his property and glory.

"Go away!" He coughed, waving his cane to make everyone back off.

"Teacher!" "Sir." "Master..." Many people called him by different names, but he felt that these gazes were too disturbing.He didn't want to bother with them or talk to them.

He just raised his head and looked at the soon-to-be-completed fortress in front of him - a solid stone wall guarding the exquisite internal structure.This is his work, and no one, or non-human, can capture it.

"What a pity," he muttered under his breath—he seemed to see a commotion coming from somewhere in the distance.

"If only the legendary enemy really existed, I want to watch it fall under my city."

His voice was muffled, but those with keen hearing could hear it.There are always many powerful warriors in this country, and these warriors often haunt these newly built strongholds.

"What are you talking about!" - The clever apprentice looked at him worriedly.With a loud reminder, hopefully he realizes how profane and arrogant his words are.However, the old mason just gave him a haughty look, laughing in his heart at the cowardice shown by his favorite apprentice.

He just stared at the city he built, and raised his head higher—at this moment, he seemed to see all the fortresses he built in the past.And they are connected with the surrounding mountain topography, and they are spliced ​​with the works of many other great architects to form a vague appearance.

He suddenly had an idea.

"I want to give my city a name." He said, his voice was extraordinarily loud at this moment.

The crowd fell silent, and many looked at him in horror, vigilance, or disbelief.The few powerful fighters who had just been attracted frowned, pressed their weapons, and separated the crowd to approach him.

many people.

The clever apprentice stammered.

"But...but, this is Aslan's citadel. Aslan does not allow these citadels to have different names..."

And he just glanced contemptuously at the apprentice in front of him, his waist straightened, and his body was filled with strength at some point.

"I am qualified. I have built nine citadels and their walls for this kingdom."

He took a step forward, not knowing why.He took this step very big.When he opened his mouth, his lips seemed stiff and dry, and his voice became hoarse.

Suddenly, the crowd around them screamed in terror.The chaotic crowd trampled and fled in all directions. A few powerful warriors roared and wanted to approach, but they were crowded by the crowd—they could not make rough moves under Aslan's law and passively hurt these people. Innocent fellow countrymen.

"I'll call it—" The mason opened his crow-like beak and stretched out his four new and old claws.There was fog under its feet, and an arrow was shot from afar, but passed through it as if passing through a shadow.

And an evil name resounded on the earth.

"Tash."

It said its claws struck the citadel he had built.With just a touch, countless fissures spread rapidly along the base of the city and climbed upwards, and amidst the roar, the city fell down.

..............................

"99."

Su Qingyue's figure appeared above the sky of the Kingdom of Narnia—only her, while Granzafer was still in a state of concealment and submergence.Her mental power scan has covered the entire kingdom.And she saw nine cities collapsing, and 99 life forms rising from the kingdom like the "God Tash" in the original book, and the interval between each birth was no more than nine seconds.

She raised her hand, and there were nine bloodstains at the end of her hand.One hundred and eight should have been born, and the moment she realized this omission, she fully stimulated her spiritual energy, and weaved nine powerful spiritual lightning bolts. Before they were fully formed, A total of nine of them were destroyed.

Only nine, no more.When she tried to send out the second blow, the remaining 99 bodies released a mist of light field that obscured her perspective—her spiritual power still covered the entire kingdom.But she couldn't locate every image of 'Tash' in the first time.

The bloodstains on her hands disappeared quietly - she looked to her side, and the outline of Granzafa was still hidden.She had to swallow a bitter fruit that she had tasted for the first time, which was a decision made only ten minutes ago, but she wanted to overthrow it with her own hands at this time.