【Imaginary Ring】

Description: After the erosion of endless time, you are already eternal, you have completed a profound accumulation in a corner that no one knows, understand the true meaning of the cycle of fate, and intend to take the last step before ascending to the gods.

Objective: The Ouroboros symbolizes the closed loop of fate, and you need to make up a complete fate, so that this fate can actually interfere with reality, change the major processes or events at this stage, and complete the closed loop of history.

(Note: The greater the impact, the more perfect the closed loop will be, the stronger the ritual feedback will be, and the faster the authority will be digested...... The success rate of promotion is related to it. ）

Chen Lun looked at the promotion task of [Ouroboros], and couldn't help but look solemn.

He frowned slightly and took a deep breath.

'Fictional fate that changes the course of events in today's timeline, and at the same time makes a "head-to-end" connection with past history? ’

In my heart, I read the requirements of the task as much as possible.

However, I found that the difficulty of promotion in Sequence 1 is probably much higher than that of [Anonymous].

The description is not only general, but it is also difficult to implement.

Chen Lun sat quietly on the White Throne and pondered for a long time.

In the end, it was a sigh.

'It's not realistic to come up with a perfect plan in a short period of time, so let's take it slow and prepare for a while. ’

The stakes are high, and he intends to prepare well.

Chen Lun stood up, his pale robe changed accordingly, and he returned to the image of a black dress.

"Ronan, Douglas."

He called softly.

"Your Majesty."

The Hatboy and the Earl of Learningtongue suddenly appeared from behind him, bowing their heads respectfully, like two competent servants following him to the right and left.

"Come with me."

Chen Lun said, took off his black top hat, and handed it out casually.

The hat boy hurriedly stepped forward, raising his hands high, like a living coat rack, to support the hat of Lord Cangwang.

"Yes."

The two hurriedly answered.

Chen Lun bowed his head and slowly walked down the steps of the White Throne and strolled on the Heavenly Plains.

On the endless green grassland, a breeze blows from time to time, giving people a sense of comfort and relaxation.

Chen Lun's gaze swept through the Heavenly Plains, overlooking all the places in the fairyland below.

He saw that inside the Cathedral of Dawn, Maggie was wearing holy makeup, gray nun robes, and hats, leading many believers to sing praises about the gods of Wonderland.

The whining church organ is the background sound, sacred and solemn.

Voices of people sing, echoing in the church.

"Under the heavens, the mountains are towering, the flowers and plants are flourishing, the shadows of the trees are waving, the clear streams are flowing, the fish are playing, the sky is blue and high, and the clouds are swirling ......"

In the crowd, there were two students, Ahsoka and Felisco Ano, as well as white cats, black cats, and ordinary Wonderland residents.

"Great Cangwang, I mean that you forget the troubles of the world in your arms, feel infinite love, and every moment is beautiful...... The herds of cattle and sheep in the meadows, the shepherds are playing music, the birds are fragrant, we are whispering softly, talking and laughing in the fairyland, colorful and dreamlike......"

With a peaceful and reverent smile on the face of each believer, he sings from the bottom of his heart.

Chen Lun's expression softened.

I also caught a glimpse of Anton outside the church, listening to hymns and playing with Báb, Bib, and Dingding, while Noah sat quietly by the door painting and recording the scene inside the cathedral.

In the attic of the White Tower, Carmen sits at her desk studying an ancient magic book.

In the basement of the church, Martin Gustu smelted all sorts of mythological materials and was engrossed in making a women's dress......

Everything was so peaceful and peaceful.

"Come with me to visit Mr. Angela."

Chen Lun retracted his gaze and said softly.

The hat boy and the Earl of Learner's Tongue couldn't help but be stunned.

Angela?

A true god of magic, Mr. Crystal Yao?!

The two ancient gods didn't know what they remembered, and they trembled.

"Yes...... Yes, His Majesty. ”

Seeing this, Chen Lun smiled.

He knew that in the ancient era, the five Ring Gong, Jingyao, the Holy Tree, and the Light and the Giant had the best relationship, and the rest of the ancient gods could only rely on their snort, and the hat boy and the Earl of Learning-tongue were afraid that they had been taught a lesson at the beginning.

However, Chen Lun didn't bother to pay attention to the mood of these two guys.

He went to visit Mr. Jingyao this time in the hope of getting some advice and inspiration from the other party...... As the most knowledgeable and wisest god of magic, Mr. Angela must have given him the right advice.

In this way, Chen Lun can also have a greater certainty to complete the promotion ceremony of "virtual ring".

With his footsteps, Chen Lun's figure disappeared in place.

At the same time, there are also hat boys and earls who learn to speak.

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When Chen Lun came to the door of sleep again, it was empty.

Lady Sigh is no longer guarding this place.

With the two ancient gods in his hand, he walked straight through the gate and into the dream realm.

Along the way, the dream creatures and polluted creatures along the way failed to detect the existence of the three of them, even if they passed by.

After entering the "Crystal Mountains" area, he descended through a huge crack in the depths and reached the "Abyss" at the bottom of the mountain range, where he saw a familiar scene...... A crystal crystal cave that fills the view.

In the dim and gloomy environment, the singing of thousands of mouths echoed, filled with rhythms and tones that blended solemnity and madness.

It is a song from the god of frescoes......

Chen Lun looked up, and a man in a velvet blue robe was leaning lazily against the stone wall, holding an ancient parchment scroll and reading.

On his other side is Clarenceo, the god of out-of-control frescoes, who is floating in the dome in the form of a mythical creature, afraid to approach or leave.

"It's Clarenzo...... It's miserable, and I've been wandering around here since I went crazy. ”

"It's miserable."

The hat boy whispered to the Earl of Learning.

Chen Lun glanced at the huge floating head from afar, and then saluted the robed man under the rock wall.

"Mr. Angela."

"It's Jack, come here."

The short-haired man stopped reading and raised his head, smiled slightly, and beckoned to Chen Lun.

Chen Lun replied and stepped forward quickly.

"It's been a long time since I've visited Little Caesop...... Just read a book here. ”

Mr. Jingyao turned his head, looked at the floating behemoth, and said calmly.

Chen Lun understands that "Kesso" is Mr. Angela's nickname for the god "Clarenso".

"I've heard that His Majesty Clarence fought against the Clay Guy, but after the defeat he went crazy out of control...... Sir, is He still saved? ”

He followed Mr. Jingyao's words and asked in a deep voice.

Angela raised her eyes and glanced at Chen Lun.

"There is no hope."

Mr. Jingyao said lightly.

This is the collapse of faith and anchor, and the last trace of Kesso's humanity is only retained by relying on his emotional obsession with Xiaofei...... If one day in the future, Sebastian Pardo, the Eternal Sleeper, wakes up or falls, and Caesso will disappear with the dream. ”

Chen Lun fell silent.

The only thing in the cavern was the incessant chanting and the muttering of Clarenceau:

"Filipino...... ...... Fire"

Chen Lun inexplicably felt a heavy mood.

If in the future, if he fails in the face of the Seven Gods and even the Old Outer Gods, I am afraid that the end will be much more miserable than that of Clarenceo......

"Jack, you came to me, presumably for the promotion ceremony of [Ouroboros]?"

Mr. Crystal Yao's vast and deep eyes examined him for a few seconds before he spoke.

Surprise flashed in Chen Lun's eyes, and he immediately responded:

"Yes, Mr. Angela, I'm baffled by this, and I'd like you to give me some remarks."

"Hmmm......"

Mr. Jingyao nodded.

After a pause, He continued:

"Jack, since the birth of the sequential pathway, rituals have existed only to aid in the digestion of knowledge and accumulation...... Theoretically, even if there is no ceremony, it is possible to complete the promotion. ”

"I know, sir."

Chen Lun said softly.

Mr. Jingyao smiled faintly.

"So on the other hand, if the ritual can be overfulfilled, it will naturally be able to get more feedback and benefit immensely...... The Sequence of Destiny One promotion ritual is unique, i.e., it closes the loop on the historic process, and my suggestion is that you can try to bring the end of the century war. ”

"The ...... of the End of the War of the Century"

Chen Lun thought thoughtfully.

At the beginning, it was he who personally killed the Sun King Andrei, which led to a great reduction in the strength of the empire, and the three major dependent kingdoms took the opportunity to besiege it, thus setting off a century war on the Sun Continent that has lasted to this day.

The Seven Gods didn't care about human beings, and the Lie Father even used mortals as polluting containers, so Chen Lun had the heart to end all this, so he adopted the strategy of "long pain is better than short pain".

Now, to end the war by yourself, not only to draw an end to the entire process of major events and form a closed loop, but also to reshuffle the faith and temporarily reduce the persecution of the seven gods in this world.

"I think I understand, Mr. Angela."

Chen Lun said thoughtfully.

Next, he asked Mr. Jingyao a few more questions to supplement the details of the ceremony, and often a few simple words from the other party could give Chen Lun great inspiration.

After the doubts were almost answered, Chen Lun planned to say goodbye and leave.

However, at this time, a flash of inspiration suddenly occurred in his mind.

Chen Lun hurriedly asked:

"Mr. Angela, what if...... If I arrange two ceremonies at the same time, let them be carried out at the same time under the premise of meeting the requirements, and form a closed loop of association between each other, can it take effect? ”

"Oh?"

Mr. Jingyao raised his eyebrows, looking surprised.

"Of course it is theoretically possible, once successful, the feedback of several times that of the ritual is enough to give you an amazing accumulation in an instant, and it can help you digest more authority......"

But he admonished,

"But I don't need to say that you should also understand that the difficulty of the double sequence one promotion ceremony is far from as simple as one plus one...... Originally, the promotion of Sequence 1 was extremely difficult, so ......"

Mr. Jingyao shook his head and said no more.

At least no one has been promoted from God in this way...... Jack, I suggest you decide carefully. ”

Unexpectedly, Chen Lun grinned.

"As long as it works...... Mr. Angela, of course I want to be on the safe side, but time will not wait for me, and in less than twenty years, the Martyr Father will be completely out of control, and the ritual of going around the island will be destroyed, and the erosion of the old days and the outer gods will be unimpeded...... If I don't have enough power before then, the world will be ruined. ”

He spoke, his voice muffled.

"I have people and things to protect, sir, this is a ruined redemption, and as a human being, the last attachment to beauty."

On the side, the hat boy and the Earl of Learning's tongue bowed their heads and were silent.

The hearts of the two were slightly shocked.

And Mr. Jingyao took a deep look at the man in front of him.

What he was certain of was that the intense emotion in the other person's eyes was not fake, but an emotion unique to human beings, called determination.

"Go ahead."

Mr. Jingyao pondered for a moment and said softly.

The tone is mixed with appreciation and approval.

Even a hint of admiration.

"If you fail, Mia and I will try to buy you as much time as possible......"

"Thank you."

Chen Lun took a deep breath, saluted respectfully, and left immediately.

After he leaves.

Mr. Jingyao didn't read the book anymore, but slowly walked under the huge suspended head with his hands behind his back.

He looked up and stared at the behemoth for a long time.

Clarence was still repeating the name of Fredtree.

"Thank you, little Cayso."

Mr. Jingyao whispered.

"Your mission has been accomplished, rest ......"

Once magical from the god, Angela's past student, the runaway fresco god Clarence bowed his head.

Under the huge crystalline mask, it is impossible to see the true face.

But his anchor protected by love, that ray of humanity, prevailed at this moment, and an old low and relieved voice came from his mouth:

"Teacher, please say hello to Fei on my behalf."

"Yes."

Mr. Jingyao smiled and nodded, and held out his hand.

The dome bloomed with a brilliant dark cyan magic array, interlocking, and tens of millions of small magic seals embedded inside.

Gentle light shone down, and the large, misshapen head withered like petals, turning into endless dust and scattering.

"It's a shame I can't travel with you anymore......"

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'I'm going to make up two fates at the same time......'

On the moon, inside the flower shop on the first floor of the Seven Denton Street apartment.

A gentleman in a black hat is sitting by a floor-to-ceiling window, holding an ivory-white pen and writing on paper.

Rustling......

The tip of the pen swipes across the paper, making a subtle and soft sound.

He was engrossed, the ink flowing from the golden and blue nib, falling one gorgeous letter after another, and a cup of steaming flower tea in his hand, fragrant and elegant.

Floy, dressed in a black gauze dress, was sitting across from the small round table, holding her chin with her white hands and tilting her little head, quietly watching her lover.

Those purple eyes were full of happiness and attachment.

The florist is still quiet.

Half a day.

Chen Lun looked at the two manuscript papers in his hand, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

This is a revised and refined preliminary plan......

His heart couldn't help but beat faster.

I am excited and looking forward to this "crazy" arrangement.

Chen Lun's preset two ceremonies are set in the Sun Continent and the Outer Continent respectively, and these two imaginary fates will be carried out by a key character.

First, I will use the fate line of the fairyland to reproduce the "hot sun" as a blueprint, fictional a new Arnold Trisur, turn the virtual into reality, and let him be used as the ritual carrier of the Sun Continent, unify the war, re-turn disorder into order, establish a new empire, become the emperor of the new era, and serve as Andrei's closed loop...... Through this ritual feedback, not only will I be able to successfully advance to Sequence 1, but it may also allow Arnold to regain control of the two solar powers and complete an alternative resurrection. ’

Chen Lun looked at the first draft in his hand, and his brain raced.

Second, I also fictionalized another opposite character, like a mirror, born on the outer continent, and asked her to destroy the stability of the Nine Great Empires, so that order would lead to disorder, so as to form a closed loop with Arnold's process...... In addition, it is best to let this fictional character walk on the path of the sacred fire, so that when the ritual is completed, I can take advantage of the power of "overlapping fates" to perfectly inherit the accumulation of fictional characters. ’

Chen Lun has thought about this point carefully.

If you wait until you are promoted to [Ouroboros] and then use the power of "turning reality into virtuality" to create a blank body and walk the path of the holy fire, I am afraid that it will be too late in time.

Except for the years required for the promotion ceremony.

How much time does Chen Lun have to "develop" the blank body?

So the "overlap of fates" helped the plan very much!

This is completely equivalent to a "dress rehearsal" in advance, which is a separate "undeleted test" set up by Chen Lun, as a GM.

At that time, he only needs to let the blank body inherit the power of the fictional characters in the outer continent......

"Old ...... Husband? ”

At this time, Floy spoke in a quiet and ethereal voice, in an unfamiliar language...... The tone is a little tentative, and a little playful.

Chen Lun couldn't help but be stunned.

When he looked up, he saw the good-looking, reddened face.

Floy's eyes lowered, and she pursed her lips and said:

"Have a cup of tea, husband."

Chen Lun smiled.

This "hometown dialect" was taught to Floy, and it was a little fun between the two, although it sounded a little strange, but it was always more intimate.

Chen Lun took a sip of the teacup, his eyes fell on Floy's face, looking at her slightly embarrassed expression, he couldn't help but feel funny.

"Lord Jack, add some 'Astral Iris' to the flower tea, I checked the information and found that this material can increase the fertility rate of mythical creatures......"

Floy's eyes wandered, and she looked at the gentleman.

There was an expectant look on his face.

"Are you done with your work?"

"Huh?"

Chen Lun was stunned.

The next second, he saw Floy standing up, her little hands already tugging at her arm, intending to lead him out the door.

"By the way, Lord Jack, some special poses seem to increase the probability, Floy wants to try ......"

"Ahem, isn't it okay in broad daylight?"

"It's the moon, Lord Jack, and it's night twenty-four hours a day...... And if you're too bright, Floi can lower the night realm. ”

The voice faded away, heading upstairs.

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The Sun Continent, the Misty Sea in the Far East.

On the endless sea, the waves are rough and the wind is fierce.

The sky was thundering and thundering, and storms raged in the ocean.

Click!!

A blue-purple bolt of lightning streaked by, illuminating the dim vision.

Two huge divers fight in the sea, and the waves are set off and the loud noises are constantly ...... The claws wrapped in an arc of electricity tore through the hard scales, blood splattering in the seawater.

The fierce fighting lasted for several hours.

When the head of one of the deep divers is removed by his opponent, the body sinks to the surface of the sea, and the storm subsides.

After another while.

On the beach of a deserted island dozens of kilometers away, a slender figure was revealed on the sea, and she was seen slowly climbing onto the beach.

The woman was covered in bruises, covered in blood, her long flaxen-colored hair was soaked in seawater, clinging to her cheeks, and her pursed lips were bloodless, trembling slightly, and she looked quite miserable.

But those blue eyes were extremely resolute.

Staggering two steps, the woman could no longer hold it on, and fell into the sand with a thud.

Her consciousness was a little blurred, and she struggled to stuff several pieces of medium-sequence deep-sea substance into her mouth with her palm, and swallowed it in one gulp.

It was the trophy after she killed her opponent, and it was enough to make her accumulation even further.

After a short time, the woman passed out.

In her sleep, she reappeared in the familiar bay.

Under the gloomy sky, in the distance, a large square stone pillar stood on the sea, covered with barnacles, seaweeds, and the remains of sea creatures.

A fish-headed monster hundreds of meters tall clinged to it, indifferently casting its gaze.

"Irina, congratulations, for killing another contestant of the 'Carnival of Honor'...... Now, including you, there are four people left in the carnival. ”

The woman named Irina knelt on the ground and prostrated towards the sea.

Her face was fanatical, and her tone trembled as she spoke:

"Seeker of Bethiles, great heart of the abyss, under the crown of the great...... Irina prays for new guidance. ”

"Of course, as a blood relative of the Lord of Abbasye, Irina, you are entitled to my guidance......"

The fish-headed giant's voice was like thunder.

In the next second, Irina felt that the corners of her eyes were a little itchy, and immediately two blue and ink-colored fish scales grew, with fine and mysterious patterns on the surface, similar to Bellier characters.

Irina was ecstatic.

She knew it was the reward and strength of His Crown.

"Go, fight, duel, and be the last winner...... In this way, we can receive the gift of the Father. ”

The voice of the fish-headed giant came to her ears.

Irina's consciousness blurred again.

When the woman on the shore disappeared, Dagon still clinged to the giant stone pillar on the surface of the sea, and there was a hint of anticipation and hatred in those raised, never-closing dark eyes.

"It's almost ...... King Cang, your time of death is coming soon......"

Gon's massive webbed claws brushed his neck.

It is as if the edge of the past still makes him feel deep pain.

A desert island in the world.

Irina woke up to find that it was the next morning.

She hurriedly raised her hand and touched the corner of her eye, only to see that she touched the cold fish scales, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

Standing up, Irina's blue eyes looked around.

Three distorted horizons, flashing in the southwest and northeast directions, two of which were almost overlapping, in the same position, seemed to indicate something.

"The extreme north of the continent, and the middle of the continent ......"

Irina took a deep breath and sneered.

"The final winner must be me!"

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Half a year passed quickly.

It came in the spring of 4429 in the solar calendar.

Wonderland Fake Moon.

On the second floor of the Seven Denton Street apartment, Floy stood in front of the kitchen stove, glanced down at her flat belly, and sighed in disappointment.

Then he took out the pork cutlet from the pan, cut it into strips and placed it on top of the rice, drizzled a spoonful of black pepper sauce, and then took the plate and went downstairs.

By the floor-to-ceiling window of the flower shop, the elegant figure is still writing.

For half a year, every day.

Floy gently placed the steaming food on the table next to her and poured another glass of milk.

At this time, I heard a low but joyful emotion:

"Finally finished ......"

"Huh?"

Floy raised an eyebrow and turned her head curiously.

But I found that my lover had closed the cap of the pen, and there were two thick, hardcover book-enveloped "scripts" on the table.

A golden-white carved book with the inscription "Arnotresur".

The other is carved in blue with the inscription "Dinelucius".

"Lord Jack, are you ready for your ceremony?"

Floy asked in surprise.

Chen Lun stood up from the chair, walked slowly, and gently hugged Floy in his arms.

"Well, it's all ready......"

Chen Lun's eyes flashed with anticipation.

It took him half a year to get everything ready, and he could finally officially start the promotion ceremony.

"Well, Floy, the food you make still smells so tempting...... Before the ceremony begins, eat something. ”

Chen Lun was in a good mood and chuckled.

The corners of Floy's mouth lifted slightly, and she tied a napkin for him with her own hands.

It's still a day for Carvin......

Thai Painful Spicy !!

(End of chapter)