Makoto wanted to ask Tidlight if he was scolding himself, but looking at the sea of clouds that had completely turned into a swamp, he didn't have the courage to ask

He reluctantly realized that maybe Tidlight was right. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Denying talent really doesn't show the good side.

Its essence comes from Cheng's negation of the world, or from the embodiment of the conflict between the two worldviews.

While the world acknowledges the existence of this gift, it clearly relegates it to the most negative category.

And in this projected world, the true face of denial talent is completely revealed.

Because it's his own talent, Makoto can't produce disgust, but there are some indescribable feelings in his heart.

No one wants to be a negative being.

He began to pause, and sure enough, he saw that the power generated by the negation talent had no effect on him.

There's even some kind of closeness.

Makoto stood in the sea of corrupted clouds, and as soon as his mind moved, the black mud that seemed to absorb light began to flow upside down.

It was not something he held up with strength, but a natural manifestation of the world being changed by one of his thoughts.

All the black mud in his line of sight slowly drifted upward, and only then could he see a trace of the original cloud.

Makoto reached out and held a piece of black clay flowing into his hand, feeling that it was neither water vapor nor dirt, but a soft marshmallow-like touch.

With his hand open, the black mud fluttered upwards again, not stained in the slightest in his hands.

He dropped his hand slightly, and the fluttering black mud fell back again.

At this moment, a pure black whale suddenly emerged from under his feet and flew towards the sky with him.

He re-emerged to the ever-expanding, ever-growing talent of denial, and watched quietly.

Tidlight asked, "What's wrong?"

Makoto shook his head and said, "It feels weird, a single thought can change the world, but this kind of thought is light and fluttering, and there is no real feeling." ”

"Of course, this is not the world, it is just a projection of Suer's consciousness. However, she took the initiative to feed this projection into the negative talent, almost giving you ownership of this world, and of course you are in control of this place. ”

He still shook his head and said, "There is no real feeling, it seems to be a dream." ”

His gaze is on the denial of talent, as if he sees through all the material and sees the most central part.

This part is not the ontology of the negation of talent, but the three suns.

One crimson, one pale, one dark.

Sur's three bodies were hidden within, encased in a golden orb of flame.

Makoto couldn't understand why he was doing this, but he had the illusion that he could shatter the protective layer at any moment.

And this thought kept wandering in his mind, getting stronger and stronger.

Makoto hugged his head and pressed it desperately, until his whole head was flattened, and then he restrained his urge to do so.

He felt the goal of negating talent, and that goal was none other than Sur at the very center.

Sur's purpose in taking away the denial of talent is precisely to deny his own existence.

However, this denial was not complete, because she herself had set up a ball of flame to defend herself in order to survive.

It was as if one of her hands was ready to kill herself, and the other was stopping.

Makoto tried hard to restrain the influence of his talent on himself, and began to retreat again.

He didn't know about Sur's plan, but he had better not get involved.

Maybe Sur didn't believe in Makoto's control, so he borrowed the talent of negation.

Makoto stepped back and asked, "I can understand that Sur pulled us in when we came here, but what's the situation outside now?"

"Outside, after controlling the world, can't you see the outside?"

Tidlet's words became a kind of switch to turn on, and as soon as the thought of sincerity came to mind, it seemed that his eyes had traveled an unknown distance to see where they were.

He was still protected by Elsara, hiding in the red mist.

Countless tokens of the Divine Skeleton were still appearing all around, but the giant sun, which had been growing larger, began to glow black.

He was startled, pointed to the image in his eyes, and was shocked: "Our consciousness is in here. ”

"Yes and no, to be precise, in the reflection of this force. We don't have a direct connection to the sun, but we can still corrupt it through Thul's link. ”

He was completely incomprehensible and asked, "Why? Shouldn't this be the cornerstone of her resurrection?"

He absolutely didn't believe that the genuine sun god couldn't solve the problem of chaotic beliefs and power attributes within the power of the sun.

Although it has changed greatly because of the messing around of the undead, it is absolutely impossible to bind the will of a god.

"She wanted more than just resurrection. ”

Makoto was stunned for a moment and asked, "She is going to build the rules that have been solidified in the Primordial Land that you are talking about?"

"Well, the sun of this world is not the same as the sun of your world, so a simple fireball is not enough to act as a full sun in this world, she needs two other powers. ”

The three suns of different colors appeared in Makoto's mind, and he said in his heart: "The sun that first shone on the earth, the sun that was constructed by the god of the underworld with divine power to exude the power of death, and the black sun that never appeared. It seems that the other party wants to change the original single form, and wants to merge the death sun built by the god of the underworld and the black sun that I don't know where it came from!"

Knowing this, he began to understand a little bit why Sur's three bodies were ultimately in the heart of denying talent.

It was as if she was tearing open her body and fitting new parts, denying that her fundamental purpose was to be reborn.

This is not so much a resurrection as a rebirth, a rebirth that breaks out of its cocoon and becomes a butterfly.

And such an important thing is obviously impossible to accomplish through the hands of sincerity.

Even Cheng felt that if he was assimilated by the will to deny his talent just now, when he really wanted to make a move, Bi Ran would be stopped by her hidden backhand, and even punished.

Thinking like this, his fear of the center increased by another point, and he involuntarily retreated a distance.

He looked at the sun outside and was obviously constantly replenished by countless energies, but it became dim little by little.

I don't know if it's because I'm a little nervous, he suddenly complained: "It's a bit like sunspots." ”

Tiddellt was speechless by this cold voice, and said angrily: "Don't think I don't know what sunspots you talked about!

Makoto was also coldly approached by his own cold jokes, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "You're right. ”