The Riddler Get Out of Terra

I feel warm as spring and comfortable in my body.

Hearing Xi's question, Hao Zhao pursed his lips in embarrassment and replied rather bachelorly:

"You also saw it all the way. There was only the formation, and there was nothing else. I did nothing except lie to Jingzhe that the formation was to regulate city activities."

"Lied to me?"

It was clear that the real dragon was right in front of him, his heart was pounding because a giant beast far beyond imagination was being born, and his instinct was to tremble with fear. Jingzhe still caught the key point of Hao Zhao's reply:

"Wouldn't it be more direct to tell me this kind of thing directly? It's all to leave the illusion. It's not that I can't accept the formation being engraved in the mobile city."

Shouldn’t friends try to minimize cheating and other forms of friendship-related behavior?

Miss Jingzhe and Monk Zhang Er were confused.

"Because I doubt your connection with this real dragon."

Hao Zhao stared at the dragon that was becoming more and more real, and threw Jingzhe and Xishu on the ground - even for ordinary people, the force was just a stagger, but the two of them naturally withstood it, but the result after landing was completely different:

Almost at the same moment when they heard that Hao Zhao didn't have any secret weapons and planned to use the formation to directly attack the real dragon, everyone on Xi's body began to grow densely with dragon scales. Now they were thrown to the ground, like Cordyceps sinensis, fungi growing from insects during hibernation. The inside of the body quickly absorbed nutrients and grew hyphae, and a large number of white, shiny thin threads with metallic luster emerged from the gaps in the scales of Xi's body.

The white silk thread quickly wrapped around this old man who had a sinister look on his face when he saw the real dragon revived. The thumping of his heart suddenly expanded, and the very regular thumping sound made Jingzhe take a few steps back in discomfort - the sound was too fast. , faster than the most exciting drum beats in the Yanguo concert hall. Just hearing such a sharp and fast sound, Jing Zhe's already beating fierce heart began to feel bad.

Compared with Xi's astonishing decisiveness and tenacity of never giving up until the last moment, Jingzhe is much miserable:

She is just an ordinary, pitiful and helpless little unicorn with some knowledge of thunder!

Facing the legendary real dragon who led the heavenly master to kill all the giant beasts, Jingzhe, who was trapped in the illusion, had made no progress except for some pitiful political dreams and lessons from repeated failures. How could he deal with Yan who had prepared so many trump cards? The first emperor of the country?

The last thing Qilin could do was to take out the weapon he had prepared and point it at his neck tremblingly, and apologized to Hao Zhao with a forced smile:

"I'm sorry, I...I probably won't be able to intervene in this fight. You once said that if the dreamer dies, the dream may be reset. Although you also suspect that if I commit suicide, I may fulfill his wishes, but if You all failed, and I am the only one left. I think I will not be able to resist the real dragon."

"So, Hao Zhao, please put aside your worries and give it a try. If we lose, the best case scenario is that we can come back. The worst case scenario is just to die together - I think it's okay to die with friends. Not very lonely.”

The blonde showed a decisive smile to Hao Zhao, nodded slightly, and then without hesitation found a boulder far away from Xi to hide behind, only showing a calloused palm and gave Hao Zhao a thumbs up.

This does not mean abandoning friends and living alone, nor is it a cowardly behavior that is greedy for life and afraid of death. The illusion is a zero-sum game. The living wins everything and the loser gets nothing. Jingzhe is not a fool, so how could he not see it?

She just realized very wisely that she couldn't even provide assistance in the situation at hand, and forcing herself onto the battlefield would only cause trouble for Hao Zhao. Otherwise, what could she do?Like a fool who doesn't know how to live or die, rush forward with passion and kill someone, be caught by the real dragon and mix it at will, or let Hao Zhao worry about her life and death?

Forget it, Hao Zhao came to save her with good intentions, Jingzhe really couldn't do this kind of behavior for the so-called honor, blood, and peace of mind, but in fact it was not only useless, but also harmed the friends who came to save her regardless of the risk of their lives.

It’s just that the orange cat has such sharp ears and eyes. He could clearly hear the unwilling clenching of Miss Secret Agent’s teeth behind the boulder. In the face of danger, she could only rely on her friends to fight for her life and could not do anything herself. The grievance and powerlessness tore her apart. Endless pressure destroyed her defenses, and tears rolled down her face. However, she bit her lips tightly without making any sound, and she didn't even know she was biting until blood spurted out.

Smelling the undetectable smell of blood in the air, Hao Zhao gently closed his eyes.

Once upon a time, Qiao Lun had this feeling: At that time, he was still young, just a mixed-blood demon less than ten years old, with no blood and no knowledge of magic. With a weak body and little knowledge, maybe he could choose A scientific principle or a legendary story is clear and logical, but what use is it in the smoke-filled Kazdaele?

It was Lingxin who picked him up. At that time, Lingxin, who was just a little girl under 13 years old, had to be responsible for raising him until he could go out to find food on his own:

It's not that the other members of the Blue Dot team were cold-blooded, but that the possibility of a young child surviving in Kazdaele at that time was too small. Even if he was a hybrid blood demon who could drink blood to survive, it would be difficult for him to survive. Source Stone Bombs, mercenaries with red eyes, spies from other countries fishing in troubled waters who are extremely hostile to Sakaz...

None of these things will let Qiao Lun go just because he is a child. If someone discovers that he is an unawakened blood demon, it seems very easy to nip a seed in the bud that will always grow into a notorious monster. Reasonable.

So there is also a rule among the survivors in the wilderness:

Who takes it back

Whoever goes there will handle it on his own. Only when the child who is taken back grows up to be able to find food on his own will the small group of survivors accept him.

Do some activities, take a day off

Mrs. Night Knife is so astringent, Sihasha~ I want to lick her exposed little blessing and listen to her softly call the name of Heijiao~ I want to listen to her reluctantly calling Dao Keta while covering her mouth and not daring to speak~

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Chapter 3 Decisive Battle·Kuixing Linchen

The barren soil of Kazdaele and Sakaz's extreme habit of relying on power have destroyed the remaining humanity of the wanderers. Locked in the flames of war and malice, the children of the future have no living environment. Young children should have been cared for. They exist, but in Kazdare, where blood is rancid and rotten flesh and bones can be seen everywhere, they can only live to a delicate age under the care of a kind-hearted elder. At that time, they can find food by themselves and Will be accepted into small groups of young people.

Qiao Lun was picked up by Shirte. The blue spots, stripes, and iron leather were frowning at most, and he could not say anything. If he could feed him, he would accept it. If he couldn't feed him, he would have to cut off his wrists and give up the young child. This is a story that has been tortured by war for a long time. Kazdale's most common multiple choice questions.

Life is discarded like worn-out shoes. Crude Originium bombs and rusty name tags can be seen everywhere. Maybe sometimes just opening a corpse shortly after death will be directly killed by the Originium bomb trap set by the deceased before his death. made a joke.

At that time, Qiao Lun was less than ten years old, weak and thin. Shirte, who had not been burned to the point where her memory was on the verge of being broken, quickly realized that Qiao Lun's identity could not be discovered. She had to serve as Qiao Lun's [Mother] and [Parents] taught this mixed-blood demon who had no idea about Terra's situation to understand the disadvantages of his identity.

Fortunately, Qiao Lun is an educated college student and knows what to do and what not to do. Facing the harsh situation in Kazdare, he gave full play to the extremely adaptable characteristics of the Yan people and obeyed very obediently:

He is a hybrid blood demon, but he was too young to awaken, but he still has some of the characteristics of a blood demon - in a sense, he is very easy to feed.

So 42 took Qiao Lun, who was still black-haired at the time, to sneak into the pile of corpses and pretend to be picking up garbage to go to the mercenary camp to exchange for food. In fact, she was covering for him, and he took advantage of others not paying attention to bite up and take a big bite. All of Japan's blood was sucked away.

The shelf life of corpses is actually very long, especially on the battlefield. Many mercenary corpses are missing arms and legs. It is very common to be young and heartless. What is even more disgusting is that as corpses, they do not have the physiological phenomena of normal people. Once they die, no matter how gorgeous they were in life, The corpses of unparalleled beauties are filled with feces and urine, and are extremely filthy. Normal people would not want to get close to that smell. Only the young Sakaz children who were picking up rubbish everywhere and desperately trying to survive would be too lazy to continue searching. Cleaning the battlefield with the tacit consent of the mercenaries.

The blood of these corpses is naturally rancid and dirty. A normal blood demon would vomit after taking one sip, wishing he could replace the blood in his entire body.

But Qiao Lun couldn't help it. The little unlucky guy he traveled through time did not have a blood demon [parent] at all, and he didn't have any innate skills like the Western Fantasy Dragon to pass down memories through blood. The little half-blood was more like a grandma who didn't love his uncle who didn't love him. The abandoned son of the family has no one to protect him, and he has not been taught the treacherous and sinister spells of the Blood Demon.

Then he can only live like a weed.

42 is the mother who grew up caring for the weeds. This little girl who is not yet thirteen years old is lifelike. No, it should be said that she is just rummaging around for leftovers, leading Qiao Lun to other small groups of Sakaz children. They were driven here and there.

But once they didn't run away, they were blocked by the Sakaz children, and they had to go to see Zhenzhang.

But what can Qiao Lun do?

He doesn't know magic or martial arts, and his body is still weak. In order to hide his identity, he often has to wait until he is weak and has no strength before following 42 to the battlefield where Yu Wen is still alive and hiding among the corpses to drink blood, let alone those who are older than him. Many Sakaz children took action, and he was out of breath even as he ran away with 42.

The human body is not a machine. If you don't eat enough, you really have no strength. A half-blood demon under ten years old can't even think of having any vitality after starving for a month.

At that time, 42 patted Qiao Lun's dry hand and told him to run to the pile of corpses and drink enough food for a month, and she would take care of the rest.

That was also the first time Qiao Lun saw the miracle of this land that could most change a person's life and destiny, and indeed change his entire future.

This miracle is called - Source Stone Skill.

She caused a raging fire in the sunset, and the terrifying heat shaped the shape of a sword in her hand. The secret power guarded the hand that was so pale that the bones were clearly visible. Her fiery hair fluttered in the wind, and her purple pupils shone movingly.

Although at that time Shirter was so skinny due to malnutrition that her gender could not be identified, even though the fire-haired warrior's use of Levadin's power was so rough that it made people laugh, even though at that time she didn't like eating ice cream or traveling. She would not be as dependent on him as she is now, but Qiao Lun will always remember that moment. She was as beautiful as a beam of light, illuminating Qiao Lun's hopeless blood-red eyes.

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So at that time, Qiao Lun, who had nothing, was helplessly hiding in the pile of corpses and desperately drinking blood, watching 42 at a young age using his Origin Stone skills and other Sakaz children wielding magic light balls to fight... How did he feel?

Hao Zhao thought about it carefully and found that just recalling that memory was

It was as if the emergency conditions in his heart were triggered, resentment, anger, murderous intent, hatred... The malice towards those older children seemed to be burning in his soul, and the pain of his own powerlessness was almost tearing open his chest and pouring out.

Looking back now, the fire-haired lady at that time has already burned away a lot of memories, right?

No wonder she was a little cautious when she brought Qiao Lun back to the Blue Point group, and almost got lost. It was also during that time that she began to like eating cold food, and Qiao Lun began to enjoy drilling his thoughts day after day. Experiment on how to make something Miss Steer likes.

Hao Zhao thought of Qiao Lun's embarrassing incident of clumsily making blueberry-flavored popsicles, and a smile appeared on his face that was so gentle that it could make every member of the opposite sex flutter. The smile contained beauty, hope, softness, and strength, and was the most beautiful and noble person in the world. The sweet taste is the antidote to the madness that countless people in this land crave.

Perhaps Miss Shirter is not clear about it, but in fact, in Alphonsus and even the entire Kazdaele, the person with the greatest reputation is not Lysandral who is the first emperor of Kazdaele, nor is he who is a compatriot of Lysandral. Her younger sister, Ursa, whose reputation among the Sakaz was becoming more and more prominent, was the fire-haired lady who wielded the costly Levadin at a young age and brought the Blood Demon child to take lives and victory.

No Feather will refuse her request, even if her request is to sacrifice Feather's life or be a precursor to the catastrophe of the entire Kazdale - even if Kong Ming, who has worked hard for Kazdale and now spends his life solving puzzles in hell, It won't cause any distressing thoughts.

Jolon's kinship had long since withered in those battles, and his love for and natural closeness to cubs had also been exhausted through repeated avoidances in his childhood. He only brought Sakaz with him because of him. It was Sakaz, not because he loved Sakaz.

So the first thing I have to do is win!

If you win, you can comfort Jingzhe and tell her to be fearless; if you win, you can tell Feather that someone in this world can create a supreme art from scratch that is not inferior to the spiritual path; if you win, you can think about the future and think about the future. The world becomes what I want it to be.

Unprecedented high emotions were rippling in his heart. The intense emotion that made him unable to speak out made the orange cat lose control of his tear glands. A large number of tears flowed down his eyes, but he was laughing, laughing violently, laughing arrogantly, and laughing unparalleled. Turning towards the real dragon that enveloped the entire capital, the orange cat kept trembling. The raging thunder finally tore apart his inhibitions out of control. At this moment, the thunder exploded and shattered the rain curtain in the sky!

Chapter 3 Kong Ming: Pay the copyright fee

The road ahead was smooth, so smooth that it didn't look like a hinterland that the enemy had managed for a long time. It was just an ordinary and simple brave adventure.

It's just that the plot is a little more deserted and complicated. There are no traps along the way, and there are no minions to block the brave men. There is only the giant dragon frozen in the air, thousands of meters long, staring coldly at Hao Zhao, whose body is flashing with electric light, and his scales are in the air. A faint whistling sound trembled in the air.

However, it was natural that this weak body could cover half the sky compared to the giant dragon. When it fell on the ears of the challenger, who was quite overestimated in terms of its size, it had transformed into a deafening, high-pitched sound that was not inferior to thunder, and a fierce sound wave. It began to penetrate the eardrum in an attempt to affect various organs in the ear, destroying his hearing and sense of balance. Some of the wavelengths that could not be heard began to vibrate the uncontrollable water in the orange cat's body.

It was just a moment, really just a moment. When the orange cat and the dragon reached the limit of proximity, the tremor of the water in the body instantly exceeded the average value, and violent boiling began to occur in the cell soup in his body. In the blink of an eye, Hao Zhao's whole body was shaken. The skin is roasted red.

Why are giant beasts so difficult to defeat?Why did the real dragon have to cooperate with the old beast, and even planned with the snake to promote himself to the powerful giant beast?

The gap is too big. Hao Zhao's skin turns red because various special factors caused by the cold blood come into play. [The body is always present] resistance to high temperatures, [Superman] encourages the source stone to absorb heat, and [the blood is not cold] has an impact on the body. His complete control caused his skin to turn red instead of directly burning into charcoal, but this was just the damage caused to the human body by being close to the giant beast!

A faint stinging sensation came from the depths of his mind. The golden vertical pupils of the orange cat tightened, and the gloomy and indifferent blood slowly mixed with the solidified pupils. From the spiritual angle that [Light in the Pupils] looked at, one head was no bigger than the real world. Inferior, and even the dragon that is still expanding radiates extremely corrosive traces of spiritual energy. If these spiritual energy with dissipated will fall on a creature lower than the status of an immortal, it will destroy its soul. his life.

'Why is it radiating spirituality? '

Hao Zhao, who was looking more and more wrong, frowned and asked in confusion: "The magnetic field lock has blocked all spirituality here and continuously drained away the ownerless spirituality here. That Xi's cocooning can still be explained by storing a large amount of spirituality early, but can It actually did the opposite and gave away its own spirituality? '

'Even if the real dragon is scattering spirituality, it's still expanding, right? '

The burning pain in my back answered the question with a question.

The lightning of thunder confirmed her question.

'...Although there is only a little memory from Sui Xiang, in his memory, the power of the true dragon's promotion is very suitable for fighting in this sealed area. '

She whispered, bringing the ancient secret of traveling through time into Hao Zhao's thoughts:

'Its power appears as water, but in fact it is not. This is the art of moving clouds to spread rain, and flying clouds and riding mist. Soaring clouds and riding mist are not clouds and mist, but the laws of the world and the chirping of all things - where the heaven and earth flow, this dragon exists. . '

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The essence of dragon's power is flow. Controlling flow means controlling movement, and spiritual movement is also included in this. In other words, his dissipated spirituality is part of his body and can be controlled and used at any time. It is impossible to extract them. '

'...'

Hao Zhao was stunned.

Soaring in the clouds and driving in the fog?Make clouds and rain?The flow of everything in the world?

Why does this power sound so familiar?

【Because that is my power. 】

Kong Ming's beeping voice came along the psychic connection, and he was full of anger and frustration at being cheated:

[This beast is quite good at playing. He deceived the owners of other parallel memories and gave them advice to fight with me. He hid his identity and hid in the illusion and played hide and seek with me for four months! 】

[In the end, I exposed him. He just stole [Yanguo's foul language]'s account!He is not trying to fight with wits at all. I fought to the death for four months and this beast is hiding in the dark to contact the powerful!The battle of wits and courage I [Yanguo swears] in front of me is all about ogling the blind man! 】

Kong Ming was so angry that he cursed and flew into a rage. However, since his power was stolen by the more powerful real dragon, he was useless except for being furious. He had no choice but to reveal the latest conclusions to Hao Zhao one by one:

[The only thing I can know now is that my current power was born when He ascended to God. It’s just that this beast is gone, and I can grab the ‘flow’ that fell silent with His death based on the nature. But now He is resurrected. , and worked hard to hide in the dark and use intelligence superiority to do things, so that he could get the power from me. 】

'Then can you take your own power back? Hao Zhao raised his eyebrows: "Or compete with it for power, so that it can't make big moves." '

【Ah. 】A sneer came from the soul link: 【That's not okay. This kind of dog that runs back immediately when it sees its original owner can't just lick it back so easily. I don't intend to accompany it at all. What kind of trick can this person do to escape and chase me? 】

[I originally thought that power has no thinking ability. To accommodate it is like containing an inorganic object, similar to eating and drinking water. However, I didn’t expect that this kind of thing also has a certain thinking ability and can even choose its own owner. In this case, I am too lazy to do so. What a time-consuming activity! 】

[Hey, Wenyuan. 】The elegant voice of the Prime Minister of Kazdaele's First Empire sounded in Hao Zhao's ears. His cold and furious emotions could not be stopped through words, burning like fire: "I owe you a favor, blow this thing up. No need to hold back, no need to give in, just try your best to rotate the magnetic field. I will share the mental pressure caused by the rotation of the magnetic field for you. In a stable state, we will join hands to destroy this licking dog and its owner! 】

Just like boiling water being poured into ice water, like a fire being covered with sand, Hao Zhao's brain was in a tug-of-war with the mental transformation of the rotating magnetic field. The cruel lightning was no longer the appearance of the rotating magnetic field, and the endless magnetic field continued to emerge from nowhere inside Hao Zhao's body. Hao Zhao's magnetic field usually rotates with the help of his own magnetic field and the magnetic field of heaven and earth. This time, because Kong Ming's condition is stable, he begins to use his own magnetic field to affect the magnetic field of heaven and earth in reverse!

The invisible magnetic field, which is formless and venomous, gradually takes shape through continuous diffusion. The huge energy effect distorts the surrounding space. All matter is penetrated by the magnetic field and becomes a white paper with no secrets in Hao Zhao's perception, lingering in the air. The giant dragon was alarmed, and the pair of golden vertical pupils that had been staring at the position of "Xi" were finally willing to stare at an insignificant dot on the earth.

Then, the magnetic field condensed and transformed into a knife!

"Magnetic Field Sword!!!"

Chapter 3: The magnetic field rotates! ! !

The huge knife marks were sinister and invisible, but the terrifying power ultimately caused unparalleled destruction in the world. Hao Zhao waved his arms vigorously and rose into the air. The sharp magnetic field blade cut through the entire cloud that enveloped the real dragon.

The weather was clear, the clouds and rain were gentle, the gloomy dark clouds were torn apart, the clouds and mists covering the capital were shattered, and a majestic city that Jing Zhe said was no different from the real one appeared in the horizon. However, Hao Zhao's perception told him the final outcome of this place.

This is a silent and empty mobile city, without sound or life. The breathing and heartbeats of the residents hiding in the basement to avoid disaster, the unwilling and heavy breathing of imprisoned important people, and even the faint roar of the Origin Stone's mechanical activities have all disappeared.

This city, which the people of the Yan Kingdom are proud of and which has attracted more than [-]% of the country's elite talents, is silent as never before. The empty city is as bright and clean as a dream.

But this is not a dream, because if such a dream is born, it means that something terrible has ended.

"You...killed them all?"

Hao Zhao looked at the capital and asked the dragon calmly.

It is worthy of being the capital of the Yan Kingdom. It is majestic, majestic and solemn. Order and etiquette, culture and charm remain in every detail. Whether it is the flying eaves and walls of the building or the unique and colorful patterns of the street bricks and tiles, they all carry the spirit of the Yan people from ancient times. The wisdom and pride that life has developed so far.

More importantly, this city, which has the triple attributes of Dayan's economic, political, and cultural center, is full of talents and has an astonishingly high space utilization rate. Hao Zhao just looked at the past and roughly estimated the number of people this majestic city can accommodate. Approximate population:

The minimum guarantee is 1000 million, which is close to 1000 and [-] million.

But there was only silence in this city, with no other sounds. Even the remaining smell of human bodies and traces of walking disappeared in the ever-diffusing mist.

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What about the 1000 people?

"Why should you care? Rational people always realize what objective reality looks like, and it is clear what they should and shouldn't do."