Is there a big or small difference between infinity and infinity, and if so, which is greater?

There is a question that has long puzzled ancient mathematicians and philosophers, which is more natural or rational?

At first glance, this question is easy to answer because natural numbers are much more sparse than rational numbers. On a number line, between any two natural numbers, there are an infinite number of rational numbers. For example, between one and two, between two and three. But when you think about it, it doesn't seem to be the case.

The mathematician Georg Cantor showed a way to show that any rational number in the form of a ratio of one number to another is enough to prove that they can form a one-to-one projection with a natural number. This leads to the somewhat bizarre conclusion that although natural numbers are more sparse on the number axis than rational numbers, there are as many natural numbers as there are rational numbers. Infinite minus infinity, and the result is still infinite.

However, Cantor's present did not stop there, and further research showed that not only are there as many natural numbers as there are rational numbers, but also that there are as many rational numbers between zero and one as there are all natural numbers. But the wonderful thing is that although there are as many rational numbers between every two natural numbers as there are all natural numbers, there are as many rational numbers as there are all natural numbers. Infinite plus infinite, the result is still infinite.

But this does not mean that all infinities are equal, in fact, the number of natural and rational numbers is only the smallest infinity (i.e., Aleph zero no). The fact that natural numbers cannot form a one-to-one projection with irrational numbers shows that the number of irrational numbers, although infinite, is an infinity much larger than the previous one.

In fact, the second infinity is infinitely more than the first infinite. If you draw a number line, most of the numbers on it are these irrational numbers, but human reason and cognition are almost limited to the few and many rational numbers above, and only a few irrational numbers such as pi have entered people's common sense.

Mathematically, rational numbers are like islands in the ocean, surrounded by an endless ocean of irrational numbers. In life, reason and common sense, like these islands, are surrounded by the vast unknown. Through mathematics, one can perceive one's limits.

Mathematics does not only prove that there is a big and small difference between infinity, but it also reveals a shocking concept of absolute infinite existence.

Logically, absolute infinity seems to be a contradictory concept. On the one hand, its definition requires that it contains all the elements (otherwise it would not be absolutely infinite), but on the other hand, this totality must be a set in itself, can it contain itself?

Mathematics can be said to be an abstract generalization of the world, and its problems are the problems of the world. The existence of the concept of absolute infinity and the paradox it contains, like the first cause, seems to be understandable, fascinating but unapproachable. (Cantor himself insisted that the concept of absolute infinity was equivalent to God.)

When I was an ordinary psychic manicer, there was a time when I neglected to think about the world, about people. I thought that the growth of power was only due to the accumulation of resources or the abundance of experience, but I was wrong. It was a long time before I realized the mistake, and without that opportunity, I might never have realized it.

-- Muhadi's Apocryphal Hadith

The blast sent several people away, and the orange flames licked the mats and other flammable items in the courtyard, and Muhadi asked about the smell of sulfur. When the explosion was born, Prince Corwin grabbed a scroll and cast a shield spell to protect himself.

The prince's guards rushed at once, their duties leaving them with no choice. But from the point of the explosion came a group of masked warriors, armed with scimitars or spears, shouting battle horns, and rushing forward.

"Kill Corwin!" "Kill everyone!" "Don't let the gold move away!"

In addition to those servants, most of the guests at the banquet were samurai, and when they were suddenly attacked, they naturally took out their weapons to resist. But the attacking warriors came prepared, and they smeared poison on their weapons beforehand, and slashed and slashed to gain the upper hand. Corwin's mercenaries and guards were losing ground and were about to be overwhelmed.

The nobles sitting in the VIP seats also drew their weapons one after another, eager to try, ready to come forward to fight. But at this time, Corwin stopped the people around him and warned them, "Don't go up, these people will not fight you in the open, they are suicide bombers, they will explode before they die." ”

Corwin was right, there was an attacking samurai who was stabbed several times and fell to the ground. As soon as he fell, he exploded, flames and fragments of metal engulfing the two mercenaries who were fighting him.

There was no trace of magic, and Muhadi did not perceive the slightest fluctuation in psionic energy. What kind of trick is this?, thought the psychic manlock. Then he smelled the smoke and sulfur, gunpowder, he thought in shock.

"We retreated to the house. Corwin said eagerly. All around were frightened servants, who ran around uncontrollably, screaming and screaming, adding to the chaos.

"Cowardly behavior, Corwin, it's not like you. A nobleman objected, and Muhadi recognized him as the emir of Sultan. "We can shoot these robbers with bows and arrows, and you can cast spells!"

"That's the wise thing to do, Sultan. "Another nobleman, Salman Pasha, said that he had shot an incoming enemy with a bow. "This attack is just a blow, haven't you seen it?"

He was right, the Psychic Warlock could sense multiple hostile thought fluctuations invading Corwin's mansion from different directions, and he was very fast and powerful.

"That's right. Corwin nodded. "Let's go back to the house, don't fall for it!"

Muhadi mentally counted that the total number of enemies was about a hundred. Corwin's guards and mercenaries are several times larger than the enemy, and they will definitely be able to defeat the attackers in the end. And the latter can't fail to understand this, they attack rashly, there must be another purpose.

Two blasphemous mages loyal to Corwin rushed into the courtyard, ready to cast spells against the incoming warriors. With the sound of mysterious chanting, the only plants in the courtyard quickly withered and died, and the undead monsters were summoned.

The guards also organized themselves from the initial confusion, holding shields and covering their archers, shooting at those who attacked.

The frightened servants tried to escape into the house, but blocked the entrance, and no one could escape. At this time, Corwin took out a scroll from his bosom, and just as he wanted to cast it, he glanced at Muhadi, replaced it with another scroll, and began to chant.

It seems to be a teleportation domain spell, the telepathic warlock guessed, but his magic recognition skills are not high, and there is a high probability of guessing wrong. In short, once this spell was cast, it teleported everyone in the VIP seats to the house. The shouts of killing suddenly became extremely distant.

"They said they were going to steal the gold, could it be the remnants of Benedict?" Prince Landmun doubted. "I heard that my eldest brother has been quite short of money lately. ”

"It's not his style. Corwin denied it. "Besides, his capital chain is broken, and once his credit is crossed, he will not be able to return to heaven if he robs me of gold. ”

"What is the origin of these attackers? Why are they so crazy?Is there a psychiocrat brainwashing them?" Saffirbey scolded.

"Looks like a madman from Whispering Castle. Salman Pasha said that he had just snatched a bow from someone else, and that it was still clenched tightly in his hand. His words drew a chorus of approval, and the nobles nodded their heads as they came up with ideas on how to repel the attackers. Others have spoken out against the Templars for their lack of law and order, and whether Princess Deirdley has colluded with the bandits.

"I think that Corwin is hiding something. Raina whispered into Muhadi's ear. "He looked like he was worried about something. And when he casts spells...... All in all it feels weird. ”

As a psychic man, Muhadi was naturally able to detect subtle emotional changes on Corwin's face. His gaze was unfocused, and the frequency of his lips changed, appearing thoughtful. But the Psychic Warlock didn't know anything about magic, and he didn't notice anything strange about Corwin's spells.

The shaking from the explosion shook the foundations of the house, and dust fell from the roof, wisps after wisps.

The guards ran over to report to Corwin, "The incoming robbers are rushing into the basement!"

"This?" Corwin was a little angry. "Send more men to defend the mansion. The guards were ordered to leave.

"Friends," Corwin said, turning to the guests. "These robbers are so hateful that I must deal with them myself. ”

"Let's go together. "Prince Landmu built yì," kills people after a meal, and pleasures the body and mind. Not to mention, it is also the responsibility of the guests. ”

Several of the other nobles agreed with the prince, but Muhathir had no other opinion, so he whispered to Raina: "You retreat to a safe place first, and I will follow them to collect the robbers." ”

"Where is the safe place? The robbers have all been killed in the house, and it is safer to follow you. She shook her head and refused. "And I'm not going to mess around. ”

Seeing her so persistent, Muhathir had no choice but to express his approval. "Then you follow closely. Before leaving, he sent another idea to the mercenaries who were fighting outside the field to send a message of spiritual energy, asking them to avoid some and leave it to Corwin's guards to deal with those outside.

Corwin led the way, descending the stairs of the house, and soon came to a circular gate. More than twenty guards stood here, armed with bows and spears, ready to deal with the incoming enemy. The circular gate appears to be made of stone, with strange characters and strange patterns carved on it, presumably some kind of magic array with a defensive function.

"Is this your vault?" said Prince Landmu, with an interested look in his tone. "Looks pretty good. ”

"If it were just a vault, I wouldn't have to worry so much. Corwin sighed. "In short, this place must not be lost. ”

"You're making too much of a fuss," Emir of Sultan pouted. "Just a few thieves, we'll clean it up easily. ”

"Don't be careless. Corwin said. "They may be hiding their strength. ”

As if to confirm his words, one of the guards immediately rushed over and reported: "The attackers have just broken through a line of defense we have set up!

The nobles looked at each other. "It's not ordinary. "No matter where they got the mages, we can't allow them to get what they want." ”

The sound of battle came closer, and in a few moments, with a breath of blood, the attacker appeared from the stairs.

The guards, who had been prepared for a long time, bent their bows and arrows, and several poisoned arrows shot through the attacker's head in an instant, as effortless as passing through an illusory shadow.

This is an illusion! Everyone present reacted immediately, but it was too late.

There was apparently a great psychic warlock among the attackers, who was using psionic energy to create illusions. This image used to attract fire was only the beginning, and the larger and stronger psionic energy was immediately activated.

In the eyes of the nobles, there was a sudden illusion of light and light around them. The half-naked woman teased her posture and muttered her name in a hoarse, seductive tone to distract them. These illusions also change various characteristics according to personal taste, which is difficult for ordinary people to resist.

Muhadi himself was a psychic man, and if he didn't want to, there would be no emotional fluctuations, so this low-grade psionic trick would be useless to him. The enemy's Great Psychic Warlock had apparently seen that Muhadi had cultivated psionic powers, so he used other methods to attack him.

Four blades appeared in the air and shot at Muhadi. Rock claws emerged from the ground, holding the latter's feet in place. In midair, there was a swirl of elemental energy, which eventually converged into a spear that shimmered with lightning energy and shot towards the waist of the telemagician.

Not only that, but a huge amount of offensive information was transmitted to Muhadi's mind through the guò psychic energy. These hostile contents are either full of spam messages, or hide the mental hints of suicide and obedience. Even the slightest wavering of the will will will be taken advantage of by these messages and lose the dominance of the mind.

Muhadi kept his will from being eroded, and at the same time pondered a way to escape. The enemy who hadn't yet shown up had manipulated psionic energy to be obviously stronger than himself, and he had to deal with it carefully.

He lowered his head sharply, dodged the throwing knife, and reached out to catch the energy spear. Raina exclaimed, but the lightning did not reach Muhadi at all.

Muhadi used his psionic energy to transform his skin into an iron sheet, successfully avoiding being damaged by electricity. But at this time, the second wave of the enemy's attack came, and the surging energy savagely bombarded his spiritual essence.

Two more enemies rushed at him, and Corvin and Landmu cast lightning chain spells and vine spells, respectively, scorching both enemies. But when the two guys died, they exploded violently, and a ceiling smashed over everyone's heads.

The emir of Sultan dodged in time and broke one of his legs. Muhadi's feet were held in place by the claws of the rocks, and he had no choice but to cast the Flame Disintegration Psychic Power. Disassemble itself and reassemble it ten feet away.

Enemy attacks followed, and Muhadi concentrated his efforts to crack wave after wave of ferocious attacks on the spiritual level. A new enemy saw that he was busy dealing with psionic attacks, and threw a throwing knife at him. Raina pulled Muhadi by the hand, dodging the slashing knife.

A total of three enemies were killed in front of the vault, a great psychic sorcerer, a blasphemer mage, and a fierce warrior. Prince Corwin and Randmu were fighting the mage, and the other nobles and guards were pinned down by the warrior, and Muhati had to face the Great Psychic Warlock alone.

"You didn't expect me to chase here. "That great psychic sorcerer uses psionic energy to communicate. "You think you've escaped me!"

Rasgu, Muhati thought, he actually dared to chase him into Ram City, wasn't he afraid that the Witch King would tear him apart? But as a great psychic warlock, Rasgu was originally crazy, and it was not strange to do anything.

The other party's psionic energy is like an ocean of anger, boundless and boundless. The Psychic Warlock felt like a boat on the sea, with nothing to rely on and no foundation. But al-Muhadi immediately understood that this was also a false hint instilled in him in order to break his will to resist.

The battle between the two psionics in the spirit world is more dangerous and unpredictable, unlike the battle in the real world. In the spirit world, Rasgu is like a giant, constantly unleashing all kinds of ferocious attacks, some of which are false tricks to divert attention, and some of which are deadly threats.

The will of the other party slammed into Muhadi's spirit, and the cold consciousness wanted to cut through his defenses like a razor. But Muhadi created one mental barrier after another, blocking out these attacks. Rasgu created all kinds of illusions, all kinds of terrible, weird, seductive, crazy scenes were projected into Muhadi's mind.

The psychic warlock nimbly cuts off some of his senses to cope with these hallucinations. Rasgu's attack didn't hurt him for the time being, but he couldn't fight back at all.

Several of Corwin's guards rushed to help, but instead Rasgu was restrained by his psionic energy, and they rushed up and entangled Muhadi with slogans in their mouths and crazy eyes in their mouths. The latter had to cast a psychic blast to repel the few accused pawns.

The Great Psychic Warlock Lasgu seized this opportunity and launched another wave of crazy attacks. Muhadi was losing ground in the spiritual realm, and finally his opponent caught a flaw, a ferocious attack, and he felt that the sky was dark in front of him.

Corwin only relied on scrolls to cast spells, and Prince Landmu played with some reservations, so the two barely managed to suppress the attacking blasphemer mage. The other nobles gradually beat the attacker, the warrior retreated, his shoulders and thighs hung in many places, but no one cared about Muhadi.

There is no one but Raina, who tries to harass Rasgu with the bard's spells. But the Great Psychic Warlock didn't take this interference seriously, and used his psionic energy to control several guards and rushed to Muhadi's side.

Muhati watched as one of the guards stabbed him in the throat with a scimitar, and he tried to block it, but his movements were disturbed by psionic energy and became extremely sluggish. He grabbed the incoming blade, but only wounded his hand, which still pierced his neck, dark blood gushing out.

Muhadi touched the handle of the scimitar at his waist with one intact hand, but before he could pull out the scimitar, the second sword had already stabbed him in the body. Slashed him in the shoulder from the side, almost unloading his entire arm.

The third sword stabbed Muhadi in the back, cut through the position of the kidney, and pierced the diaphragm of the thoracic cavity upwards. The guard accused of holding the mind didn't draw his scimitar and let it remain with the Psychman.

Muhadi fell to his knees on one leg, and when Corwin and several nobles saw him fall to the ground, they cursed and Raina screamed. The Psychic Warlock barely concentrated, wanting to unleash the Flame Disintegration once more, but the pain he had not felt for a long time invaded from all directions.

He didn't cast any psionic powers, nor did he feel the fourth stab that hit his brain, and the boundless darkness covered him.

Time passes.

Since learning to use psionic energy, it is like a part of the soul, indivisible and inseparable. Now, however, some unknown mechanism suppressed Muhadi's use of psionic powers, and it was only now that he had tasted how deep his dependence on psionic energy had become.

Attas's extremely hot climate and thin air had completely bothered Muhadi for a long time, but now, when the psionic energy was suppressed, he lost that comprehensive, omniscient control over his body, and was once again reduced to a mortal. And the extremely harsh climate once again showed its power, and began to torment the psychic warlock little by little.

The psionic energy was suppressed, and even his synaesthesia ability was weakened a lot, and now he couldn't clearly perceive the surrounding environment without opening his eyes.

Apparently this is not in Corwin's mansion, and the Psychic Warlock judges, have I been caught by Rasgu?

He struggled to open his eyes, and now he was in a small room, and the wound was no longer painful. There were three other people in the room besides himself.

The golden man, and a woman with a scar on her face, she used to look pretty as well, but the scars on her eyes ruined the overall feeling.

Both of them wore scimitars at their waists, and when they saw the blade, Muhathir felt his brain rise again.

The third man was a large black man, wearing a loose robe, and several strange tentacles sticking out of the place where his hands should have been extended, which seemed to be his weapons.

These three people are obviously not on the same level as those rabble mercenaries and ordinary ordinary soldiers, they are experienced, battle-hardened samurai, with clear will and resolute actions, which are not easy to deal with.

Muhadi stared at the three men for a long time, wondering if Rasgu was among them. Great psychic warlocks like to swap their bodies with their psychic abilities, so you can't tell that these three people don't know each other based on their appearances alone.

But if Rasgu was among the three, why didn't he immediately identify himself, and why did he get involved in the attack on Corwin's mansion? Muhati himself didn't always stay in the house, and if he did, there were many chances.

All three watched Muhadi warily, as if they were worried that he would suddenly be in trouble. The latter barely raised his hand to touch his wounds, strangely, all healed. The tip of his finger seemed to touch a slimy ointment, cold, and it seemed that he still had use value in the eyes of the other party.

That's when he noticed that he was sitting on top of a corpse. The corpse was a woman's, and Muhathir thought it was Raina's, but then he realized it wasn't her. The female corpse seemed to have been dead for some time, and it looked as if they had cut a large wound on her thigh and then tore it all open.

It's a great solution, it's simple and crude, it's very effective. They must have forced her to appreciate the process of her own skin opening, and to apply deep fear on top of the pain. At first, Muhathir wondered what the purpose of this was doing, but then he realized that even if he used magic such as talking to the dead, he might not be able to get any useful information from the dead. Because the deceased had been driven mad before he died.

It's a pity that he doesn't know how to use magic, otherwise he might use it to investigate the old things of seven hundred years ago, and he might get twice the result with half the effort, Muhathir thought at this time.

Seeing that Muhadi's attention fell on the corpse, the golden man nodded to him with a grim expression, as if Muhadi was approving his work.

"Do you want to know why we got this body here?" he said.

"I don't want to. Muhathir said. "But I guess you'll tell me why. ”

"This is a servant of Corwin, and we know your whereabouts from her mouth. And her corpse will remind you," he said, pretending to be light-hearted, but in fact he was very proud. "Let you always understand how important it is to be honest when dealing with us. Don't think that if we don't tie you up, you can use your brains. We didn't tie you up, just because it wasn't necessary. ”

"You're talking too much, Awad. The woman said.

He gave the woman a blank look, and was about to retort when the door to the room suddenly opened, and two masked men walked in. As they entered, there were deafening voices outside the door. It seems that there is a big mess outside, and the Templars are searching.

The golden man, known as Awad, pouted to Muhadi Nunu.

"Is that him?" said a masked man.

The other masked man nodded, his eyes revealing terrifying hatred, his hands clenching into fists. "That's him. ”

"Alright. Psionic mongrel. Awad, the golden man, said to Muhadi. "You're lucky that the boss wants to see you, so you won't be handed over to that madman from Lasgu for a while. But when your value is exhausted," he spat. "Then you're done. ”

"I've heard a lot of things like that. The Psychic Warlock said.

The golden man looked at Muhadi again, and he didn't seem to be happy with the way things turned out. Finally, he licked his lips and made a snapping gesture.

"Okay, a man, I don't know if you'll be able to be so tough when you fall into the hands of Rasgu. He turned to the woman with the scar on her face, "Take him away!"

The black man with the tentacles let out a low roar, and Awad glanced at him with some dissatisfaction. "No, you don't have to. The Boss's hideout needs to be kept secret. But don't worry, we'll send his body back, and you're free to use it as you please. ”

"Okay, enough is enough?" said the woman with the scar on her face, walking over to Muhadi. "I'll explain it to you first. You may be a psychic mancer, but I have my own psionic powers. And the boss gave us a crystal, which can suppress a certain range of psionic energy, so don't fight any of the hell's ideas. ”

"Also, I don't have a good impression of you. She continued, "Even if you just look a little bit in your eyes that displeased me, I will tear your intestines out and stomp on them." I'm just responsible for sending you over, and the boss doesn't care if you send it there in one piece or if it's broken down into parts. ”

"If he really didn't care, how did he cure me again?" asked the Psychic Warlock. "I remember being stabbed four times. ”

"The fourth knife just knocked you unconscious, and the other wounds are not difficult to treat. Rasgu teleported you out with psionic powers, lest you be snatched back by the rotten nobles. Golden man Awad said.

I see, Muhati thought, but it was not known what the purpose of the gang was to enter the Corwin mansion.

The masked man and the woman led Muhadi out of the room, which appeared to be a ghetto outside, with the sounds of Templar orders and the cries of the paupers. A masked man put a knife to Muhadi's neck and signaled him not to speak. Out of nowhere, another masked man brought in a shell beetle, the size of an elephant, with a car on its back, which was just right for people.

"Get up!" said a masked man.

When Muhadi came up, the space in the car was small and smelly, and there was a curtain on the outside. Two masked men, one acting as a handmaiden, and the other guarding him with the Scarface woman.

The psychic warlock weighed the strength of both sides, his weapon was taken away, his spiritual energy was also suppressed, the other party was a powerful veteran warrior, rash move, I am afraid that he will die faster.

The roads in the slums of Ram were complicated, and Muhathir did not know them, but he assumed by his sense that they were heading out of the city. The Psychic Warlock attempted to make a noise to entice the Templars patrolling outside to come to the rescue, but eventually gave up on this attempt. Since most of the Templars didn't know him, even if he heard someone calling for help, he might not be able to arrive in time, and he would still have to deal with the warriors in front of him first.

The shell beetle walked for a while and seemed to have reached the city gate. Judging by the voice, Muhathir knew that there were Templars who were investigating the group at this time. He was thinking about it when the masked man who appeared through the crack in the curtain gave the Templar a bag of gold, and he went so far as to call him a brother. The soldiers guarding the gate did not embarrass in the slightest, and let the group go.

In this way, the group left the protection of the walls of Tyre and walked into the desert.

On the way, thinking of the woman's corpse before, Muhati felt a little guilty, just to torture a little information, a young life passed away. But as soon as he thought about it, he was a little frightened, and as his spiritual energy was suppressed, he would actually react like an ordinary person.

"Am I honored to know who I'm going to meet?" asked the Psiormancer, not wanting to give up his efforts.

"Boss. The scarface woman said.

"That's a neat name. Muhadi commented. "Do you people like this kind of name, or do you not have much literacy and can't come up with a good name?"

The scar-faced woman gave Muhadi a blank look, leaned over, pressed against Muhadi's face, and said in a gentle tone. "Don't fucking piss me off, Psychic Manocult. The people of our Whispering Castle are not as stupid as you think! Your set of images and other people's tricks can be accepted, and you might as well sue sù, the people you want to meet in a while have nothing to do with Whispering Castle. ”

"What kind of person is that. ”

"Someone who has a lot to do with you," Scarface reveals the mystery. "Prince Benedict. ”

"He?!" Muhadi was taken aback, "I didn't expect you to cooperate with the slave masters. ”

The scarface woman gave the Psychic Warlock a look in the face and didn't say anything.

After a big fall at the auction, Benedict was hit by a run on his vault, and he had to flee the city to save his life in order to avoid being hunted down by old customers.

Prince Benedict hid in a trading post he had carefully run in the desert for many years, and recruited the freedom fighters of the Whispering Fort to act as his guard.

The warriors of the Whispering Fort are fearsome raiders made up of fugitive slaves, ruthless and highly skilled. They were known for their frenzied attacks on slave owners and fugitive hunters in major city-states, even resorting to extreme methods such as suicide bombings. However, the Whispering Fort was able to stand tall under the siege of the major city-states, not only because of its fighting spirit, but also because of its flexible pragmatism.

Benedict secretly had some dealings with these freedom fighters, and when he fled from Ram, he took all the wealth he had left in the coffers and bought their services.

Coincidentally, when the prince was hiding in the desert, he met Rasgu, a great psychic sorcerer who was chasing and killing Muhadi. It's not that the Great Psychic Warlock doesn't know that Muhati is hiding in Ram City, but with his identity as a long-term opponent of the Witch Kings, he doesn't dare to show up directly in Ram City. Prince Benedict promised him free access to Ram, gave him a large amount of money, and finally won his support.

In this way, Benedict had a considerable force under his command, and with this, he launched an attack on the Corwin mansion, although he failed to achieve his intended goal, but accidentally captured Muhadi.

“...... Let him go quickly," the scar-faced woman commanded the masked man. “...... We're going to be there before midnight. ”

"No problem," said the masked man, patting the bug on the back. "This thing climbs on the sand so fast. ”

In the normal state of a psychic mancer, the slightest whisper can become deafening, and no movement around him can be hidden. But now, like ordinary people, al-Muhadi endures the sluggish and imprecise signals of the primitive sensory organs.

"Close your eyes. The woman said, reaching out for Muhadi's turban, "I will blindfold you and untie it when you pass an hourglass, and if you can please your head, you may still be able to come out alive, so I can't let you write down the road." ”

Muhadi looked outside the curtain, "Anyway, after you suppressed the psionic energy, I couldn't see anything clearly. ”

"Yes, but who knows if you've ever modified your body? She said. Not only did Muhati think of the black man with the tentacles, but was he a kind of inhuman transformation?

"That black guy, what's wrong with his body. The Psychic Warlock sat down honestly and asked at the same time.

"He's an alien scholar and our master tormentor. The scarface woman said. "There are many more of them like him, so you better not think you're a psychic and we can't torture you. ”

"Someone like him...... I don't know anything about the so-called alien scholars. ”

"A bunch of weirdos weirder than psychic maniacs," Scarface said. "These xenomorphs make pacts with terrifying forces and strange creatures from the extraterrestrial plane, and they seek more physical properties, more time, and more sane magical powers. See those tentacles on him?"

Muhadi nodded, listening to the other man's continuation. "They explore the edge of time and space, communicating with the majestic minds of distant lands beyond time and space. That's why they've grown strange drapes, bumps, and tentacles. You don't want to try what it's like to fall into their hands. ”

She knotted and folded the checkered turban with her hands and feet, and put it over the eyes of the Psychic Warlock, who sat honestly and did not attempt to resist.

"An hourglass is here, sit still, don't try to peek, and I'll undo your blindfold when the time comes. ”

The shell beetle carried four people and flew forward in the desert, up and down for a while, surprisingly smoothly. For a while, they seemed to have climbed several sand dunes in a row. Then it's like walking on a large plain.

About an hourglass later, the woman asked Muhati to remove the blindfold. The latter pushed it to the top of its head, pricked it again in the usual way, and finally made it turn back into its own turban. The masked man beside him smiled, and Muhati looked at him strangely for some reason.

"Isn't it funny?"

"Yes," the scar-faced woman didn't look back, looking outside. "You look like a idiot. ”

"In my hometown, it's quite fashionable. ”

She turned her head again and said with pity. "Where is your hometown? Whatever the hell it is, you're in Ram right now, please dress like a normal person. ”

Muhadi looked at her, and then at another. The masked man's eyes were full of mockery, while the scar-faced woman had a polite and disdainful expression. The psychic shrugged and reached for his turban. The woman turned her attention back to the outside world, and the shell beetle's degree slowed down considerably, and it seemed that it was about to reach its destination.

With a sudden force, he grabbed the turban and punched the masked man in the throat. This blow was completely unexpected by the other party, and the masked man who hit him suddenly was in a trance. The scarface woman was about to react when the psychic sorcerer wrapped his turban around her neck again, forcefully.

In normal times, it would have been easier to strangle a woman with the strength of Muhadi's arm. But now that he has just recovered from a serious injury, his hands and feet are weak, and he can't control the other party. The Scarface woman was not an easy figure either, and she fought back immediately after being strangled, striking Muhadi with an elbow in the heart.

As soon as the turban in the telemancer's hand was loosened, the opponent immediately seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack. Luckily, the space in the car is small, and it is not easy to draw the knife, and the Gracie Jiu-Jitsu that Muhathir learned on Earth is particularly good at grappling and counter-joint skills in tight spaces, so he can still maneuver around.

The scar-faced woman scolded angrily and slammed Muhadi in the face. The latter took the opportunity to grab the fabric of the neck of his opponent's robe and perform the strangulation technique again.

Although the masked man was hit in the neck, perhaps because of his lack of strength, he didn't faint and came to his senses again. He saw that Muhadi was trembling with the scar-faced woman, and immediately drew a short dagger to rush forward.

This is terrible, Muhati thought, he couldn't suppress the scarface woman with all his strength, and he couldn't use his spiritual energy, how could he dodge the dagger? Although he didn't want the consciousness of the primordial warlock to control him, it seemed that there was no other way now.

With a whoosh, a short arrow flew into the car and hit the back of the masked man's head. The scar-faced woman saw that the situation had taken a turn for the worse and struggled with all her might. Muhadi knew that he couldn't control the other party, so he decisively let go.

Muhadi threw a right hand, and the scarface woman raised her forearm to block. She would have mistaken the telemagician, who grabbed the short arrow stuck in the back of the masked man's head and pulled it out and stuck it in the woman's thigh.

The arrow was clearly poisonous, as the Scarface woman twitched twice at random, and then foamed at the mouth and remained motionless. Still uneasy, Muhadi slapped her throat with the masked man's dagger, making sure that she couldn't die anymore, before opening the curtain of the car to see who had saved him just now.

Outside the car, the driver had long since died, but the shell beetle they were riding in hadn't realized it and was still running. In the distance, a lone figure stands high in the sand dunes, holding a crossbow in his hand, and behind him are two rising crescent moons.

The face dancer assassin hired by Tyr, Hedicher, reappears at this time.

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