The scene in front of him was not what Curt had expected, this rock colossus was not a monster made of earth and rock.

Right now...... Curt and Lizzie are in the corner of this huge stone statue, if you use a human figure as a metaphor, it is probably the part of the flank. If you hadn't climbed the rock colossus, you probably wouldn't have it now, with a passage for people to move forward, like a corridor above the sky.

Perhaps the original absorption, most of them still retain the intact structure of the underground facilities of the Abbey of Wigginas. Through the air corridor beneath your feet. You can vaguely see that there are still some religious carved stone pillars below, and they cannot be displayed in the temple again, like the corpses of giant beasts lying at the bottom of hell. At this moment, it can only be stored as the flesh and blood of this earth and stone monster.

"That's really ...... It's incredible. Looking at the spiraling stairs in front of him, the corners of Curt's mouth slightly hooked up a strange arc, "These stairs don't seem to have been inadvertently left by the mages, isn't it necessary for them to move in this rock golem?"

As far as Curt and the others were concerned, he was still grateful to the sorcerers who controlled the rock golems for leaving this convenient passage. But no matter how you look at it, there are too many pathways left on this stone statue, which really makes people feel a little subtle and uneasy, and there is not even room to hide in the narrow road.

When they finally climbed the Colossus's legs with the help of climbing tools, they suddenly appeared in front of them, no longer a rough mixture of earth and rock, but a heavy stone brick that formed the inner structure of the monastery. It's not just about replacing materials. As far as they could see, the structure that stretched out to the road ahead seemed to have been reduced to a single building. Several stairs lead in different directions.

"It's possible that the connecting pipes were left so that the mages in charge of controlling the different areas could quickly maneuver to various places. With that, Lizzie used magic to construct a small human form, "After all, it's a colossus like a mountain, even François can't control it alone." ”

Her slender fingers flew up and down, and in the blink of an eye, the small magical image turned into the current state of the rock golem, and different places were marked with different colors.

"For example, the foot we just blasted is subject to the most basic action spells. And in order to prevent it from being subjected to concentrated fire from the enemy, they also set up a Rubik's Cubes on it to defend against energy impacts. She stroked the projection's foot with her other hand, and there was a slight light there.

The larger the creature, the more energy it needs. It was clear that if the Eyes of Sight were to drive the giant away, they would have to provide energy to every corner of its body. With the magical web alone, they wouldn't be able to make it full of power.

The more delicate things are, the more likely they are to malfunction, and complex spells have been carefully studied by mages. However, if there is a direct or indirect influence of external forces. Then it may not be able to have the desired effect. At such times, temporary adjustments and maintenance are unavoidable.

Other words...... These paths crisscrossing the stone body are the communication paths throughout the golem's body. When it goes wrong, the magicians of the True Eye have to go through these ladders to check each place and remove any unstable elements that affect its functioning.

It would be more sensible to follow the steps leading to the upper level to see where it would eventually lead, and even in the midst of subtle doubts, Curt was quick to make a decision, after all, the place they were going to eventually go to was the top of the stone statue that emitted unnatural magic.

"But I always felt like something was wrong. ”

Walk behind Curt. Lizzie muttered suddenly.

"What's wrong?"

"Spell attacks are too evacuated compared to the amount of mana stored inside the statue. In addition, I have only seen the attack of the mage as an individual unit before. She pondered for a moment, then said slowly, "With this order of magnitude of magic, their actions are too inefficient. ”

Indeed, as she said, the Eyes of Sight's choice of attack made people feel a little weird, and even made people feel that they had an unusual attachment. Since he has mastered the magical power that is enough to control the Rock Colossus Cheng Dù, why is it bad, why should he stick to this strange spell?

If the magic furnace that was the power of the stone statue was handed to Lizzie, she would probably be thinking about building a cannon that could convert magic into pure power and shoot it directly. Although it was only a conjecture, Curt still believed that this condensed magic was enough to easily wipe Catrice City off the map, rather than to make the mountain move slowly over the hills.

I can't understand the symbolism that maybe this is some kind of Cheng dù on their existence.

Curt abandoned his intention to think about the True Eye, and focused his mind on observing the situation ahead of the road. But as it turned out, he did overdo be a little more cautious, and there was not a single person in charge of guarding the stairs along the stairs at all...... Presumably, no one will reach the air corridor at a height of tens of meters perpendicular to the ground.

"Is it really an unexpected neglect of precautions, or is it because you are so busy repairing the damage that you don't even have the spare manpower to guard the path you have to pass?"

Peeking into the corner of the staircase ahead, Curt snickered.

They had now reached the end of the staircase, which was a staircase that connected to the other passages, and a rather thick-looking blue-gray gate blocked the end of the road. The sun on the door, which represents Wiginias, is as bright as ever, but its owner has changed his identity.

It is estimated that this should be the deepest part of this air corridor, and there is no figure in sight so far, but there are only four heavily armed mages standing here. In that unusually wide section like a dance floor, men with weapons stood nervously in front of the gate.

At this moment, Lizzie's face suddenly changed, and a dark cloud appeared on her pale face. She gritted her teeth in displeasure and covered her left ear with one hand. Not only him, but Curt also felt a strange scale echoing in his ears.

Cacophony.

This is the only word to describe several dissonant timbres mixed together, merging into one very piercing interval, and a little tension brewing in these syllables.

Even if you have no music education, as long as you are involved in music and listen to melodies, you should be able to write a score with a certain degree of precision. A simple sense of pitch is sufficient to determine the connection between tones, which can then be compared to determine the high and low tones.

That is, the perceptual ability of anyone to grasp the process of this connection. It is also possible to be able to understand the "flow" between sounds. As long as you grasp the initial syllable, you can have the ability to determine whether the subsequent high or low notes should be followed and that's it.

Some notes are pleasant to the ear when played at the same time, while others are not. This phenomenon does not depend on human perception, but on whether the vibrations per second of different sounds are in harmony when they are put together. Obviously, the voices that echo here speak out of this perception, they are not "unpleasant", but they are very harsh.

It's uncomfortable, and even makes people wonder if they're "sounds" at all. Even if Lizzie tried to plug her ears, the incongruous sound would continue to pour in from the gap between her palm and ear. It's not just the ears that are uncomfortable, but the magic in the body seems to be boiling for it.

Everything in the world contains magical power, and the ability of a magician to control the phenomenon of magic can also be said to be a kind of precise preservation and utilization of "information". They need the right intelligence to be able to manifest themselves regardless of their surroundings, and they need to weave spells based on that information.

If it's just basic intelligence gathering, most Wizards already have it. But if they want to go further, they need more than that. A sorcerer must have a sufficient amount of knowledge, and a few of them will even unconsciously sort and store the information around them. Just by hearing with their ears and seeing with their eyes, they can naturally break down these phenomena into information state understanding.

Needless to say, the voice is also the whisper of wind and rain, the language of human beings, and the whispers of plants and trees...... There's magic in a lot of information. Trying to understand the information contained in all things in the world and explore the "reason" that connects them can be said to be a sorcerer's occupational disease.

But it is also necessary to become a good magician, to convert the information of all things in the world into knowledge that he understands, to connect them with magic, and to manifest his personal will in the colors that this information already has.

Sadly, at this time, such professional habits have become a drag on the existence of zài, and those dissonant sounds are like things that should not be stored in this world, which is difficult to accept. The overflowing sense of disobedience interferes with the power that the magician stacks up with "reason".

However, Curt and Lizzie are not the only ones affected by this sense of disobedience, and the mage standing in front of the door is the first to fall victim. They looked at each other nervously, shaking their heads as if they were about to shake off the roar in their heads, and the grotesque dissonance haunted them long before they arrived.

There is no need for Curt to jump out and subdue them violently, they are powerless to resist when they are interfered with by dissonance. The Wizards' footsteps have been vain, and it looks like if they wait a little longer and they will fall to the ground due to the interference they have created.

It's like a test of endurance to see which side will crumble first at the unsettling syllable, and there is no doubt that the guards have no chance of winning. (To be continued......)

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