Chapter 44: The Tower That Will Be Struck by Lightning

"The so-called [paradox of the world] (The_paradox_of_the_world) refers to the fact that there are two choices in a parallel world at the same time, just as SchrΓΆdinger's cat has both 'life' and 'death' states when it 'appears to the world' - usually that is impossible, and there will only be one future in a world. But there are also parallel worlds where two worlds are mixed together and fragmented at some event. Because it would not jeopardize the future of humanity, Alayah remained silent; Because it has no effect on the planet, Gaia is still sleeping in the inner sea. And except for these two [Paradoxes of the World] that can be discovered because of their position, even magicians will not find out. ”

Looking up at the [Shadow of Nothingness] that appeared in mid-air with a true core face, Lynn suddenly read out such a paragraph.

That is where the Shadow of Nothingness comes from.

It is also the purpose of Lynn's trip.

Step by step, Lynn walked slowly with his hands behind his back and walked towards the dark demon dream.

"If we look into the cause of this inexplicable paradox, it must be related to the people who reached the root of the legend. Although reaching the root is the magician's ultimate wish, after reaching the root, the remaining information of the present world will not be erased, and what cause and effect or fate will be swallowed up by assimilation at the first moment of arrival, and it will be the same as "arriving and not reaching", because no one will know who has reached the root. But change is inevitable, and the root causes are affected – even a little. ”

That's why I got to this world. Listening to the words that blended with his own body, and did not distinguish between each other's halves in the true sense, Venom's eyes changed slightly.

Still, it seems to be pretty good.

Because, it's hard to come across such an interesting half-body. Venom's eyes revealed a pleasant emotion that seemed to be revealed so often by half of its body

The so-called [Otherworldly Things] is produced for this reason, and the flawless external defense is left to change internally, so there is a certain probability that something will flow in.

Of course, there was also the smuggling thing called the [Traverser] (Out_of_bounds), but it had nothing to do with the dark fog storm in front of Lynn, so he didn't bother to say anything.

"Probably in the 15th century, a [traverser] (Out_of_bounds) came to this world, thanks to him, the fate of an alchemist and a certain king had a strange entanglement, the future world line began with the death of the two, tangled together, the first closed world line was born, and a vampire count Accardo, who wandered in Europe for thousands of years, was born."

The black mist storm retreated half a minute as Lynn spoke, but it found that it seemed to be an act of weakness to the enemy, with a strong forward look.

It's stupid.

Lynn gave a contemptuous expression, is this a replica of the Piercing Lord and the night of Wallazia? It's completely different from my own Accardo. Sure enough, a fake is a fake, even if it is also a replica, but because of a foreign country.

Whether it is the nobility of the Grand Duke or the obsession of the ancestors, they have not been inherited at all, on the contrary, the inferior nature that has been precipitated is exposed.

"And maybe ten years ago, the night of Wallazia with worship as the main body died out somewhere in Japan, the fate of the entanglement was unraveled, and the world line began to recover in terms of years, and it was not until January of this year that it was completely restored - of course, there was still a troublesome [traverser] appeared. And before that, the power of the two people who were entangled by fate was reproduced again, and in this foreign land, you were formed in accordance with the laws of this island country, the demon dream [Shadow of Nothingness]. ”

Countless slender pillars of light shot out from Lynn's feet, forming a path of light, and Lynn stepped forward unhurriedly, but the invisible light turned into substance under the effect of magic.

As if it were a medieval painting, the recruits ascended the path of light with the call of the gods.

But Lynn wasn't the one to be recruited.

He is a heretic.

"Hello, Shadow of Nothingness, I want to play a game with you."

So, don't embellish it with those flowery rhetoric. The heretic magician from the Tower of the Hour has fully displayed his fangs for the first time in this Far East. It's no longer such a petty fight, but a real fight for your life.

"The process is a fight, and I try my best to kill the other party."

Consciousness is distorted, perception is stripped away, and emotions are diluted. "Lynn's Formation Trick" unfolds again.

"The result is survival, and only the victor can get out of this alien space alive."

Countless rays of light wrapped around Elderberry's wand, and beneath his feet, six chains were waiting in the shadows of the simulation.

"I don't think you're going to say no, are you? After all, more than ten years is not enough for a replica of a fake to produce this level of intellectuality, so I'll just say yes. ”

The countless eyes on the black mud moved on the big one, and the four thick tentacles behind it pulled out of the black mud-like life matter, waving them wantonly and flamboyantly.

"So"

Tilting her head, Lynn smiled.

"Game on."

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The air dissolved into nothingness under the scorching tide of light, and before the siphoning effect could occur, a poisonous mist with black gas filled the void.

The shadow of the black vampire split from the body of the pitch-black demon dream, and after swinging the scarlet claw marks in the sky, it was bitten by the waist of the poisonous dragon formed by the leylines.

The six supreme magic costumes were entwined with the tricky demon nightmare under the will of their masters, and the other party broke free from the shackles with a simple fog.

Countless dark spirits were summoned, the wreckage of the Yumu devoured by the Yukama, but these mighty and connected armies that even covered the sky and the sun were reduced to ashes under the suppression of the Holy White Cross.

It's a doomed and dreary battle, as is often the case between two high-level spellcasters, one advancing and one retreating, and each time they take the lead, before they let out an arrogant laugh, the other party is able to retake it in a different way than before.

"Half-body, can you hold on?"

After one encounter, the magician was knocked into a dark boundary by the demon nightmare, and the symbiote took the opportunity to ask his half of the body about one thing it had been caring about. "Your seal is completely broken, and it really doesn't matter if [variables] keep leaking out."

Lynn's eyes flickered for a second, then she judged that this was a question that could be answered.

"It doesn't matter."

After saying that, without explanation, Lynn, who had completely turned into a prop for his own magic, raised his right hand high, and let the majestic magic power converge on the wand and then form a substance on this distorted alien space.

Thousands of runes that looked like smelted metal emerged from the air, and under the will of the magician, they became the basis of the spiraling formation, elongated and stretched, forming a huge reverse cone like a cannon barrel.

The next moment, a certain thread at the bottom of the magic array attached to the wand broke, and the magic array that had been stretched to the extreme ejected at a lightning speed, turning into a huge gun that pierced through the black fog storm.

Then, detonate.

The runes infused with a large amount of magic were excellent bombs in their own right, and in the wail of the shadow of nothingness, the runes that pierced through its body turned into thunderous thunder.

However, this is far from the extent of solving the other side. The tentacles behind the magician twitched against the ground, quickly moving away from the fragment under the reaction force.

Subsequently, a black storm that compressed a large number of fear-based emotions, vicious intelligence, and other things swept through everything. Intelligence accumulates directly, and then the hardened storm can destroy everything in the physical sense, this trick is called "Night_On_The_Blood_Liar" attack is the most commonly used shadow of nothingness, the first contact of Lynn was swept up in the air by the storm of intelligence because of a moment of ignorance, fortunately, the venom on the body reacted in time, otherwise it was not just "one and a half pounds of venom" but half of Lynn's head that was taken away by "intelligence". Well, if you can win like that, Lynn won't mind.

After dodging the unexpected counterattack, Lynn did not organize another attack, but used the tentacles of Venom to make highly mobile movements in this chaotic alien space.

"Roar, roar, roar~~!"

The meaningless roar came from the "human face" of the shadow of nothingness, and it was not yet born sane enough to fight with instinct most of the time, but rarely with a slight change in wisdom, it was able to rebalance the scales of victory.

The intelligence storm that destroys everything is not the key to this battle, the point is

"Roar, roar, roar~~!"

A dark shadow split from the body of the shadow of nothingness, which was the essence it had engraved in its essence, the power of worship.

A replica that is cast with malignant information as the core.、It's the same as the original.。

β€œReplicant_Coordinator。”

The last time it was a young monster with a knife and hair unbridled; Last time, it was a girl wearing a black sailor suit with nine tails in black and white; Last time, it was a giant tanuki hiding behind the maple leaves and the wind

From its original weaponry of the Black Mist Claw and hardened cloak as a clone of a non-vampire vampire, Shadow of Nothingness has summoned countless imitations of what it can forge.

Whether it's the power mode or the strength level, it's the same as the main body.

This time, the replica is Kuriyama Miku, a girl with a blood-colored sword.

The "girl" walked like a spider, and rose rapidly between the obstacles. At the same time, on the black sword, countless bright red runes appeared.

"At that time, hundreds of billions of inconceivable, immeasurable, immeasurable, immeasurable, immeasurable monks, all the hells, doppelgangers and bodhisattvas, all gathered in the Heavenly Palace."

Reciting such a spell, holding on to the sharp knife that had become unusually large, the "girl" rushed in front of Lynn.

And then, as a matter of course, falling.

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"No, it can't be."

The "maiden's" eyes widened, and she said such words as life passed.

Even if it's an imitation, because it's an aggregate of intelligence, the character memory is the same. The "girl" naturally knows that the strength of the two is poor, but

What just happened?

The "girl" didn't notice it at all, but felt that her abdomen was hit by an invisible attack, and a huge force without casting instantly knocked the "girl's" figure away, which was an attack that the demonic blood strengthened body couldn't withstand, just one blow, the "girl's" abdomen was penetrated entirely.

"So there is so much difference in strength between me and my senior?"

With a trance-like smile, the "girl", who was born less than ten seconds ago, fell to the fragments of a compartment in a needle mountain.

Only this time, nothing saved her.

And Lynn just glanced down at the broken body of the "girl" and didn't pay attention.

The battle between the heretical magician and the monster continues.

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PS: QAQ, I'm fed up, my roommate is too TM can be noisy, and playing a mobile game of Fantasy Journey to the West in the dormitory can scream QAQ, do you know that kind of burning feeling that has finally brewed is completely extinguished by a "wow, I dig treasure" QAQ I'm fed up with QAQ

PS2: I feel like the level of my combat writing has dropped a lot, QAQ Madan, I want to cut down those guys who can scream when they play fantasy