Turning into a nine-tailed sky fox, I seem to be very powerful

After all, until now, it seems that few people have died on both sides at all - at least compared with the real war without death, it can be called a happy one.

It can indeed be said that San Jose still maintains the reservedness of a scholar. Even when they invaded the carriage when they were here, he did not take the initiative to attack the group of Yamato students who had no resistance.

Death and injury were avoided as much as possible.

Even Ivanoch didn't really do anything to kill him after he surrendered.

There is no shortage of meals for three meals, with meat and vegetables, and a balanced intake, and Jixia is allowed to pay a ransom to redeem himself.

This aristocratic treatment is really enough.

But having said that, he remembered that the bastard young master of the Devil's Cult who made him cheat and fail last time was also living in Jixia, and he was still mixed among those Yamato students, and he didn't know what bad things he was doing.

Speaking of it, it seems that the peak of Xianmeng recruiting newcomers at the end of the year. The last time we jointly held a comic exhibition with Shadow Guard, this time it seems to be an exchange student plan, and there seems to be an idol master plan to be determined, the magic chef competition... What a joke Flowers, and several of them were contributed by group friends.

Speaking of these wonderful plans, I have to mention the wonderful work of the Tomb Raider Immortal Master

In the final duel with the old enemy, he was stabbed in the heart with a knife because he was exhausted from other battles first.There was no one else around, so the old enemy had to sit beside her, listening to her last words and helping to convey them, and then the Immortal Tomb Robber, who was very angry when he saw her laughing, pulled her down with his last strength and kissed her hard.

This old fox is very bad, knowing that his old enemy with mental cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder will be disturbed by the meaning and purpose of this kiss and will not live in peace for the rest of his life.

In the end, damn it, I didn't expect her old enemy to directly resist her and rush through the formation of the gods of the witch gods, and saved her at the price of demigod.

Now the two have been sitting opposite each other in the center of the Great Witch God Formation for several days.

In this situation, why don't you come to Long Aotian to go head-to-head, and I am afraid that he will grow old forever.

By the way, where did you just say?

On the opposite side of the table, Ivanovich folded his arms and looked at this guy who dared to distract himself during class, becoming more and more unhappy.

I haven't seen such a strange creature with amazing bones for many years, and it's still a prisoner who has no self-awareness at all.

This gave him a long-lost urge to hit people.

No, no, I can't follow that bastard Isaac's advice...

He suppressed his anger, retracted his gaze, got up and walked to the back of the bridge, waving his hand, causing the huge outer wall to slowly descend, revealing the busy laboratory behind.

He waved to Aobai.

motioned for him to follow.

The huge laboratory is busy, and the center of all research and testing is undoubtedly the two cores suspended in the air.

One is a dismantled lantern, while the other is a misshapen steel statue.

The face of the statue is solemn and cold, like a fairy.

But under the shell is empty, just an empty shell.

Just like the slaughter left by the gods of the past.

"[Survivor]."

He suddenly heard Ivanovich say this.

"According to the historical materials unearthed in hell here, the celestial craftsman in the core is called this, and it is one of the twelve celestial saints who are as famous as the creator.

Different from the exquisite conception and unpredictable style that the creator is good at, the surviving one is the best at large-scale casting and creation reproduction, even according to our research.He has completely realized the replication and evolution of his creations like a von Neumann machine. The out-of-control mechanical city we see today is the result of its creations before they were destroyed. "

Ivanovich said without turning his head: "If my guess is correct, the one you unearthed from the border of the country of fog should be the [Transcendence], and the one in the Earth Temple should be the [Candlelight] ?”

"I only know the creator."

Aobai shrugged: "I didn't directly participate in the research of Tiangong Mansion, and I didn't have time to read the summary report, so I was brought here to you.

Before this, I didn't even know anything about it. "

He carefully looked at the research center in front of him, as if he was a bumpkin he had never seen before, and he was amazed.

With his hands behind his back, he asked casually, "How much do you know about extraterrestrials?"

Aobai replied truthfully: "I don't know much except for the remains of the ancient era and the past world."

"So, why did hell form?"

Aobai thought for a long time, and answered seriously: "The decline of the world and the increase of erosion."

When the world begins to decline, unable to maintain its own balance, and descends towards the abyss, under the infection of the abyss, it will lead to the birth of extraterritorial—hell.

Like a tomb in the past, everything was buried in the ground and gradually disappeared in the darkness.

"It doesn't sound like ignorance at all."

Ivanoch paused for a moment, and looked back at Aobai, as if surprised that he knew something about it.

"Aside from the military officer, I can still be regarded as Jixia's assistant assistant lecturer. Don't treat me as an illiterate, okay?"

After hearing this, Ivanovich nodded in agreement: "A lecture assistant is better than an illiterate."

You still don't talk.

Aobai rolled his eyes, a little bit wanting to hit someone.

"What you just said is actually not wrong. Sometimes hell is born because of the decline of the world in the past, but the world that has died will not leave many remaining traces..."

Ivanoch paused for a moment, showing a mocking smile: "Most of the hells we see today are man-made."

"What do you mean?" Ao Bai frowned.

"It literally means that no one will accept death willingly, Prince Long, before the end comes, more or less, there will be resistance.

What we see now is the result of their resistance. "

Ivanoch said unhurriedly: "When the erosion started, the people here must have been quite desperate... It can be seen that they tried many methods, prayed to their gods, and explored civilizations outside the territory, but in the end Neither worked.

Fear leads to madness, and arrogance leads to destruction.

In the end, what they chose was to recreate their own paradise in the dead world—recreate the earth, recreate all things, recreate day and night, recreate everything...even they created an ancient engine called a perpetual motion machine ' and the machine of immortality.

In the end, with their astonishing attainments and technologies, they successfully regained everything, but everything was still beyond recognition.From the moment they accepted the gift from the Lord of Purgatory, this ending was already doomed. "

In a merciless and indifferent voice, Ivanoch announced the result: "They have ushered in a desperate situation, and they have caused consequences that are a million times more tragic than death.

What is created in the end is this country of fog that is frozen at the end of death—dusk. "

……

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It's the end of the month, vote no

Chapter 530 Four Slight Social Fear

Just three days after scholar Su was 'killed'.

In the Enlightenment Heavenly Dream-Nation of Fog Nordic Union's residence, at the entrance of the sixth basement floor, Weishaupt passed the security check, raised his wrist, and showed the QR code projected on it.

"Privilege level A, login name Soraya."

The blonde girl said, "I'm going into the dungeon to interrogate prisoner A01."

Behind the desk, the recorder passed the authority, and the door slowly opened.

Raising his eyes to look at the expressionless Weishaupt, his expression was a little surprised.

"Is the high priest going to go down too?" He sighed: "It seems that these two days have been really lively... I'll go down to have a look after the shift later."

"Ok?"

Weishaupt felt that something was wrong, and frowned, but in the end he didn't ask anything, but turned and walked into the elevator.

down.

Passed through the blockades and entered the most dangerous prison.

Then, the door opened in front of her.

A disturbed voice came from the end of the line ahead.

"Scholar Su, I've been out of breath recently, and feel dizzy and flustered for no reason. Is there any major problem?"

Immediately afterwards, a gentle and trustworthy voice asked: "Does this also happen when you are resting?"

"Occasionally."

"Does it happen when you're alone?"

"Yes."

"It may be claustrophobia. It's fine at the beginning, but if you let it go for too long, it may worsen and deepen, affecting your physical condition. You should already be prone to anorexia, right?"

"That's right, that's right. Very little."

A sound of writing came from the cell at the end of the long line, and soon, a note was torn off and handed out the window: "This is a preliminary diagnosis suggestion, you can go to the infirmary after your shift is over. , Prescribe some medicine, pay attention to cooperate with the doctor's advice, otherwise you don't want to suffer from depression, right? If you have time, you can also grow flowers, which can relieve the mental state very well, and the details are written here."

The guard who took the note suddenly became pleasantly surprised and nodded quickly: "Thank you, Scholar Su."

"You're welcome, it's easy."

The girl in the cage smiled and said loudly

"Next."

"Humph."

Seeing how arrogant she was in the prison, Weishaupt couldn't help but snorted coldly, raised his hand and pushed the guy who was in the way in front of him, and went straight forward.

"Don't jump in...the queue."

The guy who was pushed away raised his head, and when he saw Weishaupt, his expression became stiff.Soon, all the guards paddling during working hours obediently stood in the corner.

Weishaoz stepped forward and stood outside the cage.

See the radiant Lin Xuan inside.

It was as if he was on vacation, relaxed and at ease, without the slightest sense of being a prisoner.

Even got her a table out of nowhere and put it inside.

And a pen!

"Didn't I say that you are not allowed to give any sharp objects to the prisoner!" Weishaoz frowned, and turned around to scold: "What are you doing? Aren't you afraid that this bastard will smash your throats!"

"I want to point out that this is an insult to the trust and bond between us!"

Without waiting for others to speak, Lin Xuan became serious first: "These guards are very kind to me first, and they are willing to chat with me as a prisoner, and persuade me to surrender to the Nordic Alliance. Not only did they not deprive me of any food, they even gave me The pen I use to write! Could it be that I, as a moral and educated scholar, will repay my kindness with revenge, and use these things as weapons to hurt them!"

The guards next to him nodded repeatedly as they said something, with the expression that it was true that such a good person as Ms. Su would do such an excessive thing, which made Weishaupt's scalp tingle.

Are these bastards brainwashed?

Or where is the problem?

There is no more vigilance at all!

Weishaupt looked at Lin Xuan in the cage, and couldn't help but sneered: "You seem to be doing well, and you have made so many friends."

"Everyone is just performing official business, and there is no personal friendship. Please don't doubt the integrity of your staff. If you insist on saying something, well, just treat me as a more likable person."

After a short thought, a popular anchor gently brushed his hair and pulled it behind his ears, and came to this conclusion.

Speaking of which, when she first came in, she was actually quite flustered, and she discussed it with Su Ling. After all, it is well known that her communication skills are relatively poor. To sum it up, there is just a little bit of social fear.

Then Su Ling said, "It's good to play freely, you are now the appearance of Lingxianjiang! Don't underestimate the influence of Lingxian!"

To be honest, Lin Xuan really has no idea about his specific influence, all in all, he just follows his own flower shop routine!

And that's it.

As if he didn't expect the other party to answer like this, Weishaupt was taken aback when he heard the words, then looked at Lin Xuan's face, his expression became serious and solemn, and he nodded after a while: "Well, you are really pretty..."

"You should... be called... Ling Lin Lingling, right?"

Weishaupt raised his head and raised his voice and said, "Are you interested in coming to San Jose? I need an assistant. Seeing that you are skilled, I will give you a chance."

Lin Xuan showed a business smile

"Thank you for the compliment, but I have to prepare for the music grade test recently, so I'm afraid I won't be free."

You people in the city really know how to play, and the international servers are all set up, how can a commoner like yourself still have to run around for a living.

Looking at Weishaupt, she suddenly looked a little surprised: "This outfit looks good, did you re-do your hairstyle?"

The girl in front of her now does not have the courage she once had. Although her eyebrows are still unruly, the makeup and earrings match perfectly.