"With so much HP and such unreasonable skills, is there really a team that can win?"

Ciri is standing on a pitch-black dragon's head, the boss at the bottom of the Lava Abyss.

"It's okay if the hero difficulty is a little harder, so it's fun to challenge."

Qiao Xiu's fingertips kept clicking on a translucent interface in front of him, Qiao Xiu's battle method of this giant dragon had already been set, and now he was just making some further fine adjustments.

Ciri jumped down from the black dragon's head and used the magic array as a ladder to jump to Qiao Xiu's side step by step.

"That's true..."

Ciri didn't miss every test of the rift in the world, but the original seven testers were stuck in that elite jackal for three full days, and during these three days, the test team kept extinguishing and resurrecting, resurrecting and destroying the team.

In the end, it was Qiao Xiu who secretly changed this monster before he reluctantly beat it.

At the moment of clearing the level, Ciri does feel a great sense of accomplishment, but the problem is...

"But is it really possible for an adventurer who can be wiped out by this black dragon to defeat the monsters in the gray mist?"

When Ciri played the hero-level dungeon with Carolie and the others in the follow-up test, the most intuitive feeling was that 'the armor on his body is made of paper!' ’

If anyone in the team makes a mistake, then the whole team will usher in the danger of being close to extinction, and if you make a mistake for the second time, the boss of the dungeon can easily send the whole team to the sky.

"The monsters created by Gray Mist in the world of consciousness may not be as strong as these bosses." Qiao Xiu gave Ciri an affirmative answer.

"You mean the Knights of the Grey Mist who were beaten by Fuya and couldn't get the spring?"

Ciri is almost present every time the Inquisitor invades the world of consciousness, whether it is the tragedy of the first time when the two Inquisitors strayed into the world of Shining, or the second time Fuya performs with the Almighty One Hundred and One Hundred.

"About this... There are some references in the High Elf literature, which I think is quite reasonable. ”

While Qiao Xiu was discussing with Ciri, the Ascendants also returned to the consciousness space from their Sanctuary.

As soon as they arrived, they found a huge black dragon in front of them, and even if they knew that it was in-game data, such a realistic existence would inevitably make them a little intimidating.

Qiao Xiu could only close the translucent control interface in his hand, and the black dragon let out a roar, and walked into his lair as programmed.

The view of the volcano also disappeared with this moment, and it became a blank space again.

The master father and mother of the sublimator saw Qiao Xiu talking to Ciri, and they didn't come up to ask Qiao Xiu what to do next.

Qiao Xiu went on to explain to Ciri the principle of the confrontation between the inside of the world of consciousness and the things outside the realm.

"You can think of the whole 'world of consciousness' itself as a god, a god who is brought together by the consciousness of thousands of beings."

When Qiao Xiu was talking about this, Ciri had already moved a chair and sat down in front of Qiao Xiu, and handed Qiao Xiu a chair by the way.

This topic obviously caught the attention of Ginsha and Kanazawa, and the movement of Ginsha turning the book in his hand paused for a moment.

"This god has the power to contend with things outside the world."

It was not the first time that Qiao Xiu had found something outside the realm from the High Elves' literature, it had been counted twice since the beginning of the record, and the two times in a row ended in being repulsed.

"There are indeed gods in the world of consciousness." Yinsha closed the book in her hand at this time, and couldn't help but interject.

"These gods are the weapons of the world of consciousness, and although the world of consciousness has great power, it does not know how to use these powers to resist things outside the world, to be precise... The world of consciousness has no concept of 'resistance' at all, it has no consciousness of its own, and those gods, and the heroes of the Holy Spirit... It is the embodiment of its power. ”

A long sword appeared in Qiao Xiu's hand, and this sword was the highest-level weapon in the current world rift.

"In this way, we give it the idea of resistance, arm itself with a materialized image, and then defeat the invaders!"

"Hmm... It's amazing, when will we be able to play the official version? Ciri asked.

"The day after tomorrow."

Qiao Xiu stabbed the long sword in his hand into the ground, and the grass with the long sword as the center began to spread rapidly, and in just a few seconds, a forest appeared in front of Qiao Xiu and Ciri.

…………

The Short Wand has been a decadent past few days, and his father has been completely out of the city since he asked him to come to the city.

He could only stay in a small room in the corner of the manor every day, and because the teleportation array had been closed, he couldn't return to Nolan.

Now he keeps an eye on the web every day for news about the rift in the world, but there is no official news other than the trailer, and the short-touch wand can only analyze what kind of game it is with a group of players in the game section.

After replying to a post, the short-touch wand glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the web, and it was already a little past one o'clock in the night.

It was already time for him to go to bed, and as soon as he yawned with a short wand, there was a knock on the door of his room.

This frightened him and he rolled out of bed again.

"Who?"

The short-touch wand cautiously approached the side of the door, the manor always gave him an uncomfortable feeling, a bit like a cemetery.

Every night when he sleeps, he always feels cold behind his back.

"It's me! Can you open the door? ”

A girl's voice came from behind the door, and at the touch of her wand, she instantly heard that it was the eldest lady of the manor, Hermina.

He opened the door to his room and saw Hemina outside.

There were no lights in the hallway, and Hemina held a glowing primordial hedron in her hand, and her figure was shrouded in a cloak.

"What's the matter?"

Ever since the Shorttouch Wand was sold to the Hemina Magic Web Crystal and the leaves of the World Tree, he has not had any contact with her, and he does not dare to have any contact.

Her father found out that his daughter was talking to him, an inferior person, and it was estimated that she would not survive with a short wand.

"Can you please take me to Canal Harbor? My magic can't hold me up to where I go. Hemina whispered to her short-touch wand.

The Short-Touch Wand remembers that the Iron Acropolis was a canal leading from the Land of Frost to the Land of the Sea.

"Wasn't that canal blocked by the guards? What do you go there on a big night? ”

The short-touch wand didn't understand what this eldest lady was doing so comfortably and running all the way to the canal.

"I want to go back home early... Don't worry about my men in the guards, and I've bought a boatman who will give us a ride away. Hemina said.

"Go home..."

With a short touch of his wand, he had come to the Acropolis to bring his brother back home, his father had tried, but because he had half of the blood of the Frost Country, his half-brothers were on the ship back home, and he was trapped in the city.

As long as he can return to the land of the sea, he can return to Nolan through the teleportation array... But this looks like there is a certain risk.

"I'll pay you." Hemina saw the hesitation of the short-touch wand, took out a small bag of gold coins and stuffed it directly into him, "One hundred Nolan gold, if you help me get on the boat, there are more." ”

"But..."

The short-touch wand became a little intimidated when he saw such a high pay, and a hundred gold coins might be worth a year's and a half of his work.

"If you don't think it's enough, I can add more." As she spoke, Hemina pulled out another bag of gold coins.

Do you rich people do that?

"Well... All right! ”

The short-touch wand was a little dizzy from the eldest lady's money for a while, which made him a little unconscious, and finally gritted his teeth and agreed to Hermina's request.

"Thank you."

Hemina breathed a sigh of relief, walked out of the room with a short touch of her wand, and pushed the eldest lady's wheelchair towards the outside of the manor.

"Why is there no one today?" A short wand found that there was not a single servant in sight of the manor.

"My father took most of the people with him, and I don't know where to take them... And ask if you can drive a magic car? Hemina pulled out a tiny protozolite.

The Short Wand was about to tell Hemina that I hadn't gotten my driver's license yet, but he soon realized... There is no such thing as a driver's license in the Iron Acropolis.