The Riddler Get Out of Terra

"What about the follow-up experiments?" Qinglong asked.

"It's not bad. They can indeed generate psychic energy fluctuations in the sea of ​​​​missing," Qiao Lun said with a frown: "But only half of it. The remaining half is integrated with the emotions they represent and can no longer be separated."

"Then what are you going to do?" Kong Ming became serious, his brows also furrowed tightly: "Although it's not my place to say this, those four filters are also you. If the spiritual energy content they symbolize is too high, we won't be able to do it at all. There’s no way to avoid an ending like Melting Core.”

"Isn't there still you?"

Qiao Lun looked at Kong Ming confidently.

"...What do you mean?" Kong Ming asked reluctantly - he has always been the one who betrayed others, but he didn't expect that one day he would be ridiculed by others!

"I will combine the spiritual energy of these four filters with the feathers according to their emotional suitability. In this way, all feathers can quickly perform the god-ascension ceremony. As long as you cover it up in time, the situation like the new god blowout will not occur at all. It won’t be discovered.”

Qiao Lun stared at Kong Ming closely, his eyes burning as if he was asking about the feasibility of the plan.

"I'm just a new god." Kong Ming replied dryly.

"What if your spiritual power was strengthened a thousand times?" Qiao Lun raised his eyebrows.

"Let's not talk about how much my body can withstand. Where can you get so much high-quality spiritual energy? No matter how pure the spiritual energy of Missing Sea is, it can't be as good as those ancient gods, right?" Kong Ming struggled desperately, trying to get rid of In the future, whenever a person is promoted, he will have to work crazy overtime.

"This brings me to my extremely effective follow-up plan." Qiao Lun smiled, he had already got the answer.

Chapter 19 The four gods protect Brother Kong Ming

"Is this... the solution you came up with?"

Kong Ming looked at Qiao Lun, who was amazed, with an inexplicable expression on his handsome face, as if he had eaten a bitter gourd.

"Are you adding backup hidden energy with one click, or are you just going to explode with a wave of art?"

Kong Ming asked.

The overly expanded psychic energy had even begun to cause the skin of the crude experimental body he possessed to fall off piece by piece.

There is no joy like being reborn after removing dead skin. His keen perception allows Qinglong to easily feel the pain as if his skin and flesh are being torn off by long hooks, biting his teeth.

Creaking sound:

The withered skin is not the result of physical damage. After Qiao Lun injected the spiritual energy intercepted by the four light groups in the spiritual energy sea into his body, Kong Ming's spiritual body almost exploded!

This was the physical reaction of his body, which had ascended to the high position of a god, being shattered and torn apart by the essence of spiritual energy in the sea of ​​longing, which was far superior in quality to ordinary spiritual energy!

His power is more active than ever before, and it expands almost at an exponential rate. Often, before Kong Ming can adapt to the new round of power changes, his power is no longer the limit that he could touch in the previous round!

Accompanying it is intense pain and inspiration:

Four voices containing thousands of words floated and lingered in his soul forever!

"Who are those cowards? The spittle from their mouths is more courageous than their promises! Go kill them! I will use their skulls as bowls and their raw skeletons as firewood! Go kill them! Cut off their heads !”

"Stupid plot, short-sighted thinking, fixed thinking, flat perspective. Conspiracy? Calculation? Do they understand these two words? Add some changes to the predetermined situation, add some tests to them, please me, and I will let you see through it. Eyes of the future!”

"Life is endless, and death is endless. Every life has its destination, and we are just the masters of the process of life and death. Do something, they can all live, right? It just needs a little radical... These children You can always live, always live..."

"#﹉~!%! Cool!!! Exciting!!! Do something!!! Do something!!! &+EURheona;xknsj#" dndfwm: smdkdnm-! ! ! "

Mad, what kind of monsters are these? !

Kong Ming had a splitting headache, and he still had enough power to restrain him with a single psychic power. But with the addition of these four fallen angels who had "no desires and no demands", he suddenly lost the confidence to control psychic powers.

Bang-!

A muffled sound.

Kong Ming looked at his right hand that had completely exploded in silence. He raised his head and showed a crying smile to Qiao Lun. Before the corners of his mouth could raise, the beautiful experimental body that looked like Nian Qicheng exploded into blood foam. The rotten meat juice even made water splashes on the tempered glass in all directions.

"It seems that the extremely high similarity with gods does not prove anything, nor does it bring adaptability to the essence of spiritual energy."

Qiao Lun recorded.

"So you just use your years to make a body? If she knew about this, she would be at odds with me for a week."

Beside him, Kong Ming, whose consciousness returned to his body, rolled his eyes and said.

"Otherwise?" Qiao Lun asked, "You know better than I do that being close to me and having the same origin as the Four Gods will bring many variables to the experiment. You can add one more set of blank controls."

"In addition, I doubt that using your most suitable body will lead to disastrous consequences." He continued, "Although you are also considered outstanding among feathers, the Four Gods are different."

Kong Ming frowned, he heard what Qiao Lun meant:

"Are they the same pedestal as you? The wind that surrounds our feathers?"

"Stupid," Jolon sneered at his circling, "the hidden danger of splitting one's self-image and possibly disobeying orders? Do you think I am that kind of idiot?"

"They can only be regarded as enhanced versions of White Feathers. Do you remember those White Feather leaders who were stronger than ordinary White Feathers, but had to be classified as White Feathers because they couldn't keep up with your special feathers?"

Kong Ming nodded.

"They are much stronger than White Feathers, but because they don't have personalities similar to yours, they can only exist as the center of White Feathers. At most, they can be a central processor for a large area."

"In that case, why not make use of it? Anyway, the center made of ordinary white feathers is more than enough for communication."

Qiao Lun explained calmly.

“So, I chose the chicken ribs among these feathers as the material for the Four Gods.

They have no emotions and can only execute the orders of beings above special feathers. Even because of their bloated mental system, their reactions are half a beat slower than normal white feathers. "

"In that case, why not make them a mirror?" Qiao Lun said lightly, with no emotion in his tone: "Whatever the people of Terra think in their hearts, the four gods will respond."

"Since they want to attack and kill and not protect, the red light group is more inclined to kill than to have courage - even if it is supposed to be a carrier of courage and strength," Qiao Lun sneered, "Even if the fifth A fighting group like the Legion, which has strict rules and regulations, seems to have some people who are extremely fanatical."

"This is normal," Kong Ming shrugged and comforted: "Since Theresia's generation's ancestors, Sakaz has forgotten that the first generation of monarchs was to resist the discrimination and discrimination against Sakaz by the Terran tribes. They fought hard during the siege, but they have suffered for so long that aimless killing has become a rare pastime."

"What does this have to do with me?" Qiao Lun glanced at Kong Ming in surprise, "I don't care what these people think, as long as they can follow the planned path, I don't care at all."

"It's the Four Gods who are giving feedback to them. What does it have to do with me?"

"Okay," Kong Ming twitched and moved his nose, "What about the other three?" He began to change the topic.

"Do you still have to think about it? Red, blue, green and purple four-color light ball design

In the beginning, it was supposed to correspond to courage, wisdom, life and love. They would bless the electors with these qualities. This is what I expected. They would be the best servers and natural supervisors. With these qualities, they would be the best servers. With four light balls, we can select most of the outstanding talents in the country. "

"Then why now..."

"How could I have imagined that the people of Terra were so twisted?" Qiao Lun was also helpless. "Courage was twisted into killing, fear and cruelty, wisdom was turned into cunning, malice and deception, and life completely fell into the cycle of life and death, even to the point where The obsession to survive even in a distorted form—these people are too weird?!"

"Where's love? Why didn't you mention it?"

"... He was twisted into increasingly intense stimulation," Qiao Lun was a little embarrassed to say, "I don't know if it's my hidden attributes or the Terran people are too perverted. Anyway, the purple light ball that was supposed to represent love turned into this. Virtue is no longer much different from evil spirits."

"Isn't this an evil god? There's nothing wrong with chasing sensual dogs and horses?" Kong Ming was confused.

"I tickled you when you were itchy. It felt good, right?"

"I won't itch if my body is always under control."

"Shut your mouth and listen to me!"

"……please continue."

"When you feel itchy, even if you scratch your skin, you will still feel very comfortable, right?"

"..."

"why do not you talk?"

"..."

"! This thing will distort the concept and make you feel comfortable picking at the skin, but there is resistance to stimulation," Qiao Lun explained. "The first time you scratched one centimeter of skin, the itch was relieved, and the second time it was gone. If you have to pick the skin off one hand, the third time, you may have to pick off the skin all over your body!”

"Is it so serious..." Kong Ming muttered to himself, and after a moment he suddenly realized: "Then why did you transfer their abilities to me?"

"Initial tests have proven that the special feathers can carry the power of the four gods, exert the psychic effect to a substantial extent, and even derive powers." Qiao Lun avoided looking directly at Kong Ming with a guilty conscience.

"I won't talk about what the initial test has to do with me." Kong Ming covered his face with a slap: "Where are the others? I can only accept the four of them for a short time if I succeed in sublimation. What about the other feathers? .”

"I will classify them according to their characteristics. Each feather corresponds to one of the four gods." Qiao Lun seemed to have expected it.

"What about me? Who am I suitable for?"

"Well... you are the chief manager."

"Yes, that's right, what next?"

"I personally think you should have a closer connection with the Four Gods."

"so?"

"Congratulations, Zhuge Kongming, protected by the Four Gods." Qiao Lun patted Kongming on the shoulder.

Kong Ming: "..."

Frustrated!

Chapter 20 Kazdaele’s experiences and experiences

Shirter has forgotten how he felt when he first came to the splendid First Hotel in Alphonse.

The red-haired and purple-eyed Sakaz beauty quietly approached this hotel in Alphonse, which is dedicated to hosting people from all over the world. She walked like a ghost through the corridors covered with large murals and stayed in the most remote corner of the venue on the first floor.

She doesn't like it here.

Although every decoration in the Alphonse First Hotel comes from the ancient Sakaz royal treasury, the reception staff are all top servants of the Sakaz royal court not long ago, and the facilities are all that even the nobles from Victoria would stop. Praising his footsteps, Shirte still didn't like it here.

She came here simply to replace Blue Dot to pick up the two mercenaries who were returning from the Tower of Babel.

Although Blue Dot said that she was familiar with the mercenaries code-named Zeizhi and Iron Leather and had performed many missions together, she could not find any trace of them even if she searched through the fragmented past.

What's more... if they are so weak, is it really possible for them to perform a mission with her?

Shirter didn't understand, but since Blue Dot said it, she was willing to believe him - just like she was now waiting for someone in the No. [-] Hotel, which is dedicated to receiving foreign guests.

The spell imprinting effect given by the blue dot is surprisingly strong. Not long ago, she was a fire-haired beauty with stunning sharpness. Even if she stood in the most corner position, she would always attract the attention of many people. Now, even if she tries to walk in an ordinary corner Wandering, you can still feel comfortable like a ghost.

Maybe I could ask him for more to stock up on, Miss Shirtle thought.

As for the embarrassment of asking friends for gifts?

This was like a passing cloud to her, and she couldn't care less.

The war destroyed everything, school, family, friends... all the past that Rongxin could remember was no different from the fragments that still remained in her mind——

The same lack of reality, the same lack of reference, and the same uncertainty.

Buildings were reduced to ruins in the civil war, and human beings were crushed into mud under the sword. Even the fierce and gentle Levadin in his hands appeared many times in those badly damaged fragments.

It might be a barbecue grill, a dryer, or a walking stick when you are tired from walking in the desert. The owner of the broken memory is undoubtedly more familiar with Levatin than Miss Steer - they can also summon a huge Even if a natural disaster strikes, the giant hand surrounded by flames can still barely carve out a way out.

Shirter has an intuition that maybe the memory of the melting core blocked Levadin's ability. If the blue dot had not stopped her at that time, maybe Miss Shirter now can do whatever she wants.

Control the arm of the Fire Giant to swing Levatein recklessly.

Then he was hammered to the ground by the elite of the Fifth Legion who had prepared early.

Thinking of those middle-level generals who were beaten to a pulp in their training records, the little pride that quietly arose in Miss Shirter's heart quickly dissipated.

Now that you think about it, it’s pretty cost-effective to exchange strength for memory?

At least the Levatin in those memories couldn't smash the entire mountain with one punch, nor could he lift up the earth with three punches and two kicks. After throwing away the restraints, the wind pressure caused by his actions almost destroyed the surroundings. 300 meters of environmental landforms.

——Those perverts wear special armor, and almost everyone can perform this operation. Even warriors who are not good at this can still deal with the former with style after being injected with a drug called blood source active reagent.

And when these preparations are complete and the equipment is specially designed to target the opponent's abilities, no one in Kazdale can deal with it calmly.

At least Miss Shirter is not willing to fight a ruthless person who can lower the temperature to zero degrees Celsius in a five-kilometer radius in one breath.

The armor on these guys will be specially coated with heat-resistant layers, and the armor structure will also be fine-tuned. One layer of the double-layer structure is resistant to slashing, and the other layer is designed to handle more stabs. The unique Originium stance can even neutralize Levatin. The built-in spell resistance is weakened!

The matter has not reached the point of a life-and-death fight, so why should we lose our personality and everything in order to gain the power that will also lead to being hanged and hammered?

This is what Blue Dot said to Ms. Steer, who was planning to evaluate the position of her own force in the Fifth Army.

Considering that there is only a difference in command ability between senior commanders and mid-level officers, Miss Shirter, who could barely reach the head of the 80-strong Forbidden Army, had no nostalgia for the obsidian-like giant hand in the memory fragments.

It should be...none.

There is no reality in Rongxin's memories, and they are no different from those empty illusions. The reason why they are not false is because there is something there.

Although not that strong, nor as powerful as Levatein, it is enough for Miss Steer. With this existence, she can remember who she is.

The blue dot is her guidepost, the Levatin in her heart.