As the winter solstice approaches, the sun sets at the earliest time of the year. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing that it was getting dark, Lukka did not immediately go to the center of the floating island, but let everyone rest in place for a while.

Ollie and Leon worked together to prop up a large tent, while Daniel propped up the other himself, serving as the bedroom for the male and female crew tonight.

Crete took a portable stove from his backpack, lit it, and set it up in two tents. The stove has been improved by Phil so that not only does the fuel not leak, but also has a lid connected to the flue, so there is no fire hazard when used in the tent.

Phil helped Crete set up the flue on the stove, and then took out the few needed devices from his backpack and examined them carefully.

"It's good that it wasn't broken. Only then did he relent.

"I'll keep vigil. Daniel volunteered.

He is indeed the best person to keep the vigil, the ghost does not need sleep, and the others will inevitably doze off for a while.

Lukka set up a few more magic circles around the tent and had a simple dinner with everyone before returning to the tent to rest.

As soon as he reached the door of the tent, his foot suddenly kicked something, hard and angular, and certainly did not belong to the ground of this floating island.

He looked down and saw the "box of silence" lying beneath his feet, half buried in the branches of the ground. Lukka reached out and picked it up without much effort, and the square depression left on the ground closed instantly.

"Hey, you're going to get it out like that, what if that wall grows again?" Shut up and suddenly yelled to the island.

Lukka didn't think much of it when he picked up the box of silence, and now he realized it. He looked up nervously at where the Wall of Sighs had been.

Those vines did not reappear, and it seems that it is not easy for the withered plants to sprout again.

The night was even calmer than on the Silent Death, and even the sound of the waves in the night was much quieter than usual.

The next day, when everyone got up, it was not yet dawn.

With the tools they have at hand, there is no way to measure the coordinates when there is no sun in the sky.

After breakfast, I put away my tent, and it was almost eight o'clock when the sun slowly appeared.

Crete and León started work at the same time, and soon found the three points where the device needed to be placed.

Phil went to install them one by one, and reoriented the concave mirrors on top of them slightly upwards to the north, with the focus of the reflection converging in the middle of the three points, above the pedestal where the twenty-one crystals would be placed.

But now the sun has not yet risen to its maximum, and all the reflective surfaces are covered with a layer of flannel.

Lukka watched from afar, and the work he needed to focus on was not this, but the crystal.

He silently recalled the "Energy Imprisonment", which was the spell he could find with the best chance of success.

"It's just a normal spell, it's probably not safe, right?" he muttered to himself, and walked between the devices.

"Be careful, don't touch things crookedly!" Phil quickly shouted.

"I'm watching. Lukka carefully avoided all the devices and gestured next to the pedestal in the middle, "If I get a magic circle here, will it affect the effect of your device?"

"I don't know what your circle is, how do you know if it will affect it?" Phil shook his head.

"Yes. Lukka nodded, but walked over to the device and drew on the ground with his staff.

"If you have any questions, don't ask me!" Phil was upset when he realized that his opinion was completely invalid.

"This circle, I added a line to delay the cast, and until the device finishes absorbing energy, the circle won't work, so you can treat it as a decorative line on the ground. Lukka thought about it and decided that this should work.

The waiting time always seems long.

Lukka looked at the grinding hands on his pocket watch and felt a little bored.

"Phil, why does it have to be the winter solstice?" In fact, he didn't have much curiosity, but just wanted to interrupt the drowsy atmosphere.

"yes," Shut up asked, "in order to absorb that energy to the maximum, you should choose when the sun is fuller." ”

"So you're stupid!" Phil shook his head, "With the medium provided by Linde, absorbing the power of chaos is not a problem at all, the biggest problem is how to prevent that crystal from shattering after absorbing the power!"

He pointed to the crystal in Luca's hand and continued: "The angle of the sun on the day of the winter solstice, in our current position, is the most likely to keep the crystal intact!"

"Then why noon? You have to be less energetic, isn't it better to have a morning or an evening?" asked Shut up.

"Idiot!" Phil replied with the most words a parrot had ever said, "It's noon to absorb the chaos energy completely, do you want to leave half of it on it?"

"You're an idiot!" he turned around and pointed his tail at Phil without making a sound.

Finally, as it approached noon, Phil removed the flannel covers from the three concave mirrors, and the three beams of light shot together towards the pedestal in the middle, where the crystals had not yet been placed.

"It's time!" Crete said, looking at the seconds hand on his pocket watch.

Luca's hand holding the crystal was already hanging over the pedestal, and when he heard this, he immediately let go.

With the "click" of the second hand pointing directly upward, the iscohedron landed steadily on the pedestal.

There was no superfluous prelude, nothing from weak to strong, and the black lines on the sun rushed towards the crystals at the first time.

All the chaotic energy rushed into it almost at the same time, and the crystal, which was only slightly larger than a fist, immediately appeared its first crack.

Lukka is now between reality and meditation, the black earth of the spiritual world, in Luca's eyes, merges with the green ground of the floating island, and although it is daylight, he can also feel the starlight above his head.

In his eyes, the crystal placed on the pedestal projected a huge image upward, the lines of various colors of light twisted and intertwined with the chaotic black lines, like the vines on the wall of yesterday's sighs.

This crystal is indeed the key to solving the solar crisis, and the black curve did not struggle for long, and was firmly bound by the colored light, and could only squirm slightly inside the crystal.

However, when each black line lost its ability to move, it sent out a strong impact that shook the entire crystal.

On the surface of the iscosahedron, there are more and more cracks.

Lukka tightened his grip on his staff and channeled the first "Energy Imprisonment".

The silver magical energy looked extremely slender in the contrast of the black lines, but it was like silk, wrapping the crystal layer by layer.