The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Linde teleported the grafted nobleman back to the library tower.

The strong nerve impulse has completely destroyed the resistance of the grafted nobleman. Compared with a deboned fish, the only difference is that its bones are still there. But when it comes to the Tower of Books, even if it still has the ability to move, it is useless.

Linde took out his notebook, "Let's check the body structure first."

Pulling off the covering blanket, you can see the distorted figure of the limb-grabbing nobleman, like a disordered object formed by putting several wax figures with different shapes into the same crucible to heat, half-melted and then cooled and solidified. The spine of the creature is intertwined like a centipede, and the surface is clustered with pus and bird feathers. It presents an extremely distorted, extremely aesthetically destructive, and extremely profane form.

The inspiration for making this kind of monster may come from food stalls in India. All the edible and inedible ingredients are added together, and then a lot of superfluous processing operations are performed to make the finished product slippery in the intestinal tract.

It cannot be regarded as a whole at all, but several independent parts are spliced ​​together. The internal systems of the body are a mess. It is said that although a sparrow is small, it has all five internal organs, but this guy has too many internal organs, and it is like a pot of offal soup. It is a great miracle that it is alive, and every second it lives is a merciless insult to all common sense of biology and medicine.

However, miraculously, the technique of limb grafting successfully grafted the power of the deceased onto the recipient. Such an illogical system can actually run, like a program full of bugs, it can run, even if it looks like a beast, it just doesn't affect the result.

The reason is simple: this is the behavior permitted by the golden law—even if the founder of the law would never like grafting, even if the rules of the universe are not compatible with grafting, the logic of the law allows grafting to become a reality, It just works.

The founder of limb grafting technology is by no means a qualified researcher, but he must have his own unique understanding of the golden law.

After entering the Tower of Libraries, the limb-grabbing nobles were freed from the influence of the Golden Law, and these limbs no longer brought power. Instead, the twisted biological tissue began to crumble on its own.

Lind did not prevent the collapse, which is when a system breaks down that reveals hidden contradictions.

The skin, flesh, and viscera of the grafted noble began to "dissolve," almost like melted yellow wax, trickling down the humps of the bone. It is racing toward death.

As the graft system collapsed, some magnificent dark golden spots began to ooze out.

Linde stretched out his hand to touch the golden brilliance.

In his eyes, the souls of the grafted nobles are all made of this thing, it is a kind of thought string twisted by the law, a strange product, but very brilliant. It is it that has been maintaining the operation of the grafting system, and it is it that makes this piece of minced meat full of bugs become a killing machine instead of a paraplegic.

It can be seen from this that the law of God achieves the purpose of binding the rules of the universe and the fate of living beings by twisting the strings of thinking.

These distorted thought strings condensed into a dim golden ring on the body of the graft noble.

This thing is called—Golden Rune.

Linde nodded at the rotten meat in front of him. After recording the physiological characteristics and the process of collapse, he wrote down his evaluation in his notebook: [The morphology and structure can almost be called a mass of feces. Rebirth rituals to maintain form, to shape a soul adapted to a new body by infusing golden runes, are commonplace. Suggestions for improvement: No value, stop wasting time. 】

He was disappointed by the graft noble, but pleasantly surprised by the golden rune. No wonder the dead are sometimes more useful than the living, and the inspiration brought to Linde after the death of the limb-grabbing nobleman is greater than when he was alive.

After Linde picked up the golden rune and left the junction, the effectiveness of the golden law hidden in it was slowly dissipating.

Even he cannot reverse this process. Even if the time of the library is turned back, the law is still leaving.

The Tower of Libraries rejected the laws of the other gods.

The golden runes continued to disintegrate and turned into pure thought strings, and the internal information had been lost.

Linde wrote in his notes: [Rune is a product of the fusion of laws and thought strings. The production method is unknown, and more samples need to be investigated. After leaving the body, Rune spontaneously forms a solid hard shell to prevent the loss of thinking strings, the principle is similar to the soul shell. The shattering of runes may cause the memory to fade. Another: Finger Witch's amnesia may be related to the emptying of her runes. 】

Close the notebook.

Linde collected some of the structures of the borderland creatures from the collapsed body of the nobility, and these data can be used to improve the transformation spells. Although he didn't need it, he kept a rigorous research attitude and recorded it as comprehensively as possible.

Looking back, Linde has been practicing magic skills in the junction for nearly three months. He felt it was time to go out.

Who is the first official BOSS in "Elden's Ring"?

A nobleman with limbs? Plot kills don't count. Soldiers of Greck? It's just a tool for practicing hands. Big tree guard? Not the mainline either.

Oh, I remembered, it was Markit, the omen ghost.

Use the principle of regressivity—Market is Montgart.

Therefore, the first boss is actually Menggot, so the destination is the royal city Rodel.

Linde stood on the edge of the cold cliff outside the Kinghou Chapel and jumped. He opened his arms like wings, and the magic energy extended back from the outside of the arms to the wings of the jet glider, shooting out four blue-blue wakes, dragging the sky, and suddenly swept across the desolate clouds, abandoning the flock of birds.

He headed for the shining golden tree in the north, crossed Nimgfu, Lienia, and flew up to the Altan Plateau.

Looking down from a high altitude, the continent at the junction looks like a curled up baby. Starting from the tailbone, it looks like a comet across the sky and reaches the throat.

The majestic building complex there is called King City Rodel.

The hometown at the foot of the golden tree.

Lind landed on the square of Elden's throne.

This place used to be the center of power in the borderlands, and the person who sat on the throne was the hero who met Elden's ring, the king who served the gods.

The golden tree, the destination of life at the junction, the center of the law, the supreme good, the supreme supreme.

This place is the closest to the Golden Tree.

It is also the way to the core of the Golden Tree, where is the Stone Stage, the high altar dedicated to Elden's Circle.

Now, the king is no more, the magic ring is broken, and the borderlands are suffering in the flames of war and disputes. The grace of the royal city is as riddled with holes as its ancient walls. In Desolation, the cursed Son of Omen is in charge of the kingship, trying to maintain Rodel's last glory.

Malika called Linde to come to the Stone Stage and offer the law of outsiders to save this ruined and devastated world.

So here he is.

Not only did they arrive as promised, they came one after another.

The empty square is paved with the messy dead leaves from the golden tree, and the wizards from outside walk lightly, rolling over the dead leaves, making a sound like stepping on snow.

The deformed and twisted Son of Omen raised its head on the throne.

"Well, a tarnished. [Oh, a tarnished.]"

Dressed in rags and holding a long staff, the tired Regent slowly stood up. Looking down at the strangers who came strolling.

"Fooled by the fire of ambition, trying to get involved in Elden's ring? You shouldn't set foot on this throne, your life, together with your ambition, will be extinguished, and I, the last king, Menggot, will execute it!"

Linde looked up at the golden tree's luxuriant branches and crown as bright as the sun. Those who are truly wise can glimpse the trajectory of the golden law from the shining brilliance of the leaves. It's like looking at flowers in the fog. Although he can't touch them, the fragrance that blooms successively has made him happy.

Hearing the sentence of Blessing King Mengget, Linde finally moved his eyes down and landed on him.

"I guess you said some cool lines, but unfortunately I can't understand them. Are you interested in going to the library tower? I want to learn the local dialect of the borderland by the way."

Montgothet's answer was a merciless rod!