The perspective eye gave Qi Lin a lot of convenience, and he watched the actions of the flower picker directly pop out the fireball that had been condensed in his hand. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When the fireball reached the heart of the flower, the man happened to emerge from the dense stamens, and although he knew that he might be attacked when he came out, he still didn't expect the attack to come so suddenly.

In his incredulous gaze, the fireball thrown by Qi Lin smashed directly into his head.

The adopted son of a librarian, Monsley grew up in an imperial library, where he grew up with all kinds of words and books, and his greatest hobby was reading.

As an adult, he felt far more comfortable with books than with the opposite sex of the same age, which made him a freak among young people, and in the end everyone rejected him, but he was at ease with this, anyway, for him, as long as there are books to read, then everything else in life can be ignored.

Suddenly, one day, when he was originally weak, he suddenly felt that he had comprehended something, and then he inexplicably mastered the extremely rare rules of writing.

However, he never showed his strength after that, and even his closest curator did not know that his adopted son possessed extraordinary powers.

Until one day, the empire suddenly rebelled, and the rebels broke through the city where the library was located, and the red-eyed rebels killed everything they could, burned everything they could, and went on a rampage in a completely undefended city.

It wasn't until they set their sights on the library that the director was ready to live and die with the library in the face of hundreds of well-armed rebels, and then Monsley intervened.

Standing alone in front of the library, he began his own writing in front of the rebels, and as he took a quill pen to write classic texts that turned into legendary swords and spells.

The rebels were just a group of ordinary people, and when they faced the attack of such extraordinary power, they turned into a group of lambs to the slaughter, and their bows and arrows could not leave a trace on Monsley's shield.

And their shields and armor were like papier-mâché to Monsley's textual attacks.

By the time Monslear stopped his assault due to the exhaustion of the rule's power, there were only a handful of survivors left among the thousands of rebels.

This battle made Monslier's name resounding in his country, and you must know that in a place like the City of Mages or the Transcendent Academy, the mortal life that embarks on the transcendent path is only the lowest level.

But in the ordinary world, everyone who can use the power of rules can be called a legend, and this can be known by looking at the situation in the Donglan world, there are only five or six lives in a world that have comprehended the power of rules.

After Monsley became famous, the patron saint of the country approached him and wanted to let him under his wing.

For this request, Monslear did not agree, on the grounds that he wanted to study, and he really did not have time to help the gods, but this patron saint did not embarrass him, on the contrary, he directly opened the door for Monslear, and even lent his private collection of books to Monslear.

After news of the War of the Gods spread, the Patronus went straight to Monslear and asked him to be his spokesman.

This time, Monslear did not refuse the request of the Patronus, and he also felt that his understanding of the rules of writing had entered a bottleneck, and he needed some opportunities or challenges to help him enter a more advanced realm.

Originally, Monsley didn't have a deep understanding of how strong his power was, but this patronus belonged to a powerful god system, and when communicating with other spokespeople, he found that those spokespeople who claimed to be masters were not his opponents at all, and he even felt that even some spokespeople who claimed to be geniuses who could compete with ordinary gods were not necessarily able to be powerful.

After Monsriel entered the ruined world, he descended directly to the vicinity of the Poop Mountain, and with good luck, he followed his feelings to the Poop Mountain, and did not even encounter a single resentful spirit in the process.

This is actually very normal luck, after all, there are not many resentful spirits in the entire ruin world, on the contrary, it is the kind of person like Qi Lin who comes in and encounters resentful spirits either takes shit luck or is smashed on the head by shit.

When he saw the baptus on the poop mountain, as a well-read and knowledgeable man, he directly thought of a legend he had read, and he also had his own understanding of the effect of batinpox nectar.

Unexpectedly, when he was collecting honey, other people also rushed over, although Monsley had been staying in the library, but he also had a certain understanding of the sinister nature of the world from the books, so he directly used his strongest protective text, according to his own estimate, the shield formed by this text was enough to block the attack of ordinary low-level transcendentals.

What was beyond Monslier's imagination was that the attack came so early, and it was so powerful, the moment the blue fireball smashed into his shield, he felt that the shield that should be as solid as steel trembled, and the words that were originally harmonious under his operation lost their stability under the influence of some mysterious force, and some words even scurried around at will.

These scurrying words directly affected the stability of the entire shield, and by the time the blue fireball actually smashed into the shield, Monsley's shield had lost most of its protective ability.

However, it is still a little insufficient to resist the high temperature fireball with only a small half of the protection ability, although under the influence of the shield, the color of the fireball gradually changes, slowly transforming from blue to white, yellow, until finally forming a dull red that may be extinguished at any time.

By this time, however, the shield had dissipated, and Monsley could only use his hair to fight the reddening fireball.

Although he wrote a water word as fast as he could, summoning a water ball to extinguish the fireball, his hair had been burned to the ground and only a little bit was left around it.

The erudite male god just now turned into a bald old man after a while under Qi Lin's attack.

It was only then that Monslear emerged from the ceiling, sweeping the hair scraps from the top of his head while carefully examining his attackers.

In the eyes of Qi Lin and Bilodo, Monsley's image at the moment is simply nothing to add, wearing pink and yellow pollen makeup, with burned hair, not to mention how sour the image is, and Qi Lin himself is embarrassed in an instant.