The light of the magic flickered, and seven different spells were cast on the iridescent wall in order: Icicle, Wind Making, Dissociation, Wall Piercing, Magic Missile, Daylight, and Spell Disarming. A two-meter-high hole appeared in the wall behind the steam, large enough for Siegel to pass through.

"Remember, Xingsuo, if the steam is gone, you must notify me immediately. Siegel used the teleportation technique to say, "If I haven't come out yet, you can use the High Creation Circle to create a Pure Gold Cylinder and stuff it under the Law Wall." Unlike other substances, Adamantite does not dissolve instantaneously and can last a little longer. ”

"How long?" Xingsuo's voice trembled, obviously scared.

"If you can hold on until I come out, I will never be trapped inside. Siegel smiled and strode inside.

After turning around, Siegel took a deep breath and showed a hint of concern. Can you not worry, all the information about this place comes from the green dragon, it is it that it says that the owner of the ten-sided dice is waiting for him here, and there is something important to talk to him. The Green Dragon is a friend that Siegel has known for many years, and has lived in the Jackdaw Tribe as a shapeshifter for many years, but the possibility of this being a trap cannot be ruled out.

As long as he is still within the shroud of the Myr Energy Core, even Riell can't do anything about him. If there is a trap in front of him, a cage specifically aimed at him, using his curiosity to lure Siegel in, this possibility is not non-existent.

Time travel exists, and Siegel has seen his future self and books that have experienced time travel. If someone goes back in time from the future and then lays out in advance, it makes sense in theory.

But if it can be done. Why not go back in time. What about taking away the dice when you don't have a Mir core? But the past and the future are endless, and every minute and every second represents a possibility. Siegel began to get dizzy after thinking for a while, and there seemed to be many logical contradictions in it that could not be explained. If your future self is able to cast the spell of time travel, does it mean that you will be absolutely safe, at least until you master the art of time travel?

Of all the rules, the rules of time are the most difficult to master, and Siegel is just thinking about it. He knew it was an adventure to step through the Rainbow Wall. Because of the nervousness, I have more thoughts. He quickly adjusted his mood and focused on the matter in front of him.

Outside the wall was a forest, and later the forest disappeared, but there were also plants and trees, but on the other side of the wall was a complete wasteland. There is not a single grass here, not even moss, lichens and anything like that. As far as the eye could see, there was only stone, sand, and dust, and the only thing that moved was the smoke coming out of the cracks in the ground.

"That thing is poisonous, twenty-sided. An old male voice rang out in Siegel's ears, almost startling him. "Follow the rift on your right, turn left when you come across a fork in the road. After about three miles, you will be able to see the cave where I live. ”

"You can see me, and you should be able to hear what I'm saying, right?" Siegel asked, "Do you know what I'm looking for? ”

"You're scared. Twenty-faced, that's a good thing, fear makes people focus and grow. The voice said, "You want to know the answer, you want to seek wisdom, but even the best things are dangerous, let alone wisdom and answers." What you want is incomplete just by hearing, you need to use your own eyes. And I want nothing more than to see you with my own eyes and know if everything I've done, what I've done, what I've sacrificed, everything I've given up for it is worth it!"

His voice suddenly became sharp, angry, and irritable, causing a tingle in Siegel's ears. With this sound, several pieces of rough stones scattered on the ground exploded, scattering fragments everywhere. The poisonous gas that came out of the ground erupted violently, making a loud whistle-like sound.

"Sorry, Twenty-Faced, I'm so excited. Gradually, the voice returned, and became acceptable again. "Come on, I'm waiting for you here. Remember, there are still traps they have set here, and you must only take the fork in the road on the left. ”

"Okay, I trust you, the fork in the road on the left. Siegel repeated: "If you want to get out, just turn around and take the fork on the right, right?"

"Hahaha, you don't do that, when you take the first step, you're doomed to go all the way. The voice said, "But you're right, if you want to turn back, you just need to keep walking to the right." The abandoned ones are on the left, and the right ones are on the right. ”

Siegel cast a protective spell for himself and summoned an air elemental rune to guard him. He then held Stardust in one hand and a glowing wand in the other, and found the ramp that led to the depths of the Rift. The terrain here is like Mother Earth being torn apart by the hands of giants, and the wounds, brokenness and decay left in the skin, are the only themes here. The rock walls on both sides are more than twenty meters high, and only a few of them can reach the bottom through the narrow crack at the top.

There were no living creatures around, and no signs of any living creatures ever existed. The elementals all seem dead here, only to come alive again when Siegel is around. The new worlds are alive and vibrant, the elements are like boiling water, and only those that are about to die will be as silent as ice. Within the confines of the rainbow wall, it is this tomb-like dead silence.

Life and death are relative, as Siegel discovered when he was developing cloning. Places with a lot of life are also prone to necromancy, after all, the latter comes from the former. However, in this canyon in front of you, there is not even the possibility of the existence of undead creatures. It's complete silence, the end of the kind of life that doesn't have any life, and even necromantic creatures die in this environment.

There was nothing in the canyon, except for the hard rubble, and many forked intersections. Siegel walked to the left whenever he encountered a fork in the road, never daring to miss it.

"Have many people been here?" Siegel asked. But his voice echoed through the canyon, repeated among the rocks, but there was no answer. Then, instead of his voice, not the voice of the guide, some small, hectic scratching sound appeared, which reminded him of a mouse. It seemed that the qi elemental sensed it as well, and it raised its fist made of wind and clouds and slammed it on the ground. Countless chains of lightning flew in all directions, like webs laid by electric spiders.

The sound of scratching was gone, but a new sound sounded, and it seemed to be the murmur of a person. Siegel constantly reminded himself that this was not true, and reinforced it with spells that saw through illusions and protected mind control. But the murmur did not disappear, but became clearer and more concrete.

Then he heard the voice of the old captain. With the sound of the waves crashing against the bow of the ship, accompanied by the creak of the mast after the sails were full, the voice that had been sleeping for a long time in the depths of his memory reappeared in Siegel's ears: "Squid boy, what are you doing, go to the lookout post and see where the clouds are going!"

Siegel subconsciously raised his head and saw a mast in the cliff, and the familiar lookout position was still the same as it used to be, even the rust marks caused by the wind and rain were no different. To think of that lookout position, you need to climb, and you leave the path under your feet. Siegel took a deep breath, closed his eyes tightly, and kept silently saying in his heart: "You are dead, I see that you are dead, don't use him to lie to me." ”

When he opened his eyes again, the captain's illusions and hallucinations were gone, leaving only a fork in the road to the left, so he continued on his way. Why can he still see the illusion in its entirety, instead of breaking the spell, why is he still affected by his emotions? Siegel paid all his senses to the fluctuations of the elements around him, but he could only find that they looked like a pool of stagnant water. What kind of force caused the out-of-phase just now?

"It's divine power, child, you know it in your heart. Ph.D. Faranis sat in an upholstered rocking chair with a coffee table and pipe at hand. A falcon with pale gray feathers perched on his shoulder, staring at him with bright yellow eyes. Siegel seemed to have some impression of this bird, in the orc territory, he had raised his head to look at the sky, and it should be the figure of this falcon flying by.

"Come, continue our lesson, dealing with the day-to-day relationship between the gods and the territory. With a kind expression, Faranise raised his hand and gestured to the seat across from him. "Time is running out, come on. ”

Siegel raised his hand, and a bolt of lightning pierced Faranis' body, piercing through the illusion and exploding on the mountain wall behind. "A true Pharadia would stop this magic. Siegel shook his head and continued on his way.

Sir Bill blocked his way, sword in his hand. Siegel was so impressed with the sword that his early dream was to have a sword that could actually fight. Sir Bill raised his shining sword to his chest and said, "I'm disappointed, why did you become a mage?

Siegel had just met Sir Bill not long ago, and the teacher didn't mind him learning magic, but only taught him to still use the rules of knighthood to restrain himself and do good deeds, so this Sir Bill in front of him must be an illusion! The illusory Sir Bill slashed with his sword, and he couldn't even bring a trace of wind, and this level of illusion was too lame......

Siegel's mind wasn't finished before his body reacted. A palpitating sensation, his hairs standing on end, his scalp tingling, and the tempered swordsman's reaction made him raise his arm and intersect with Stardust and Sir Bill's illusionary sword.

"Bell!" I could hear the screech of metal striking, and I felt only a tremor in my mouth and wrist, Sir Bill's sword was actually a real thing! Siegel raised his weapon with the hilt of his right hand and spewed flames from the tip of his wand.

Cone-shaped flames enveloped Sir Bill's body, his illusion shattered, and his sword fell to the ground. Siegel looked down, wondering why the weapon didn't make any sound when it was swinging. But where is the sword on the ground, only the bare ground and the gravel that will never be scarce.

"Why didn't the Qi Elemental protect me?" Siegel glanced to the side, only to see that the Qi Elemental had also dissipated. He knew he was in trouble, and it would take a lot of thought to crack it. (To be continued.) )