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I don't know if this kind of space is the norm...... Or the mages' understanding of the mysterious, that is, they are inextricably linked to the grand, and the world is mysterious because of the grandeur. (To read the latest chapters of this book, please visit the wèn Aishang Novel Network biquge.info) ()

But Edward knew that there was something unkind about such grandeur.

Or maybe I still despise this tower...... As the crystallization and lair of the wisdom of several generations of masters, this place has obviously undergone countless spatial compressions and overlaps, and Edward can't even figure out how many of the buildings are still based on the spatial structure of the main material plane.

He didn't know how many portals he had gone through along the way, and the biggest problem was that they weren't one-to-one at all...... When he walked through the first door and tried to return, he found that he was already in a completely different space from the original memory, which was most likely due to the effect of the artifact on his body.

Not to mention the problem of violent corpses caused by getting lost, the key is that in such a place, infinite dangers can be lurking, and every step he takes may be towards some reserved dead end, although along the way he can rely on Phoebe's ordinary vision, observing the lines of each magic web, so as to avoid those devices or traps with unpredictable power, but the brighter and brighter in his vision, the more and more entangled magic luster, almost began to make him feel dizzy.

In fact, he has now almost completely abandoned his plans to explore, leaving most of his actions to a laissez-faire ...... No. It is a matter of intuition, although most of the doors lead to only individual rooms, but each shuttle. It would give him strange feelings—he was getting closer and closer to that goal.

As he looked ahead, he held his breath slightly.

As with the previous ones, only the central part of this huge space has been properly utilized...... There was a huge structure quietly housed, with several large pillars towering around it, and intricately carved runes surrounding an altar.

Well, actually. If you simplify and simplify, ignoring the strange spell runes and flickering aura, it is nothing more than a stone platform with a strange red stone on it—how tall two people are. Like a stump of a tree, several branches were divided, and several crystal balls emitting blood-colored light were placed in the corners of the six-pointed star, and the slightly reddish orbs were like the eyes of the legendary red dragon.

But the dark red sheen is not just a reflection. It's shining in itself.

Edward blinked, and he noticed that the flow of magic in this place seemed to be simply surprising - compared to the rooms he had been in before.

And that stone looks like a treasure...... Well. Or is it a high-level magic item? Actually, it's not appropriate to describe it as high-class, and even the artifact is too shabby - the blood-colored energy flow on the altar. It keeps moving, maintaining a steady speed of rotation. A strange arc of light was cast over the psychic warlock's pupils, and several huge, dark golden giant ** symbols were suspended on it, radiating a little golden luster.

He stepped forward.

"Who am I?" a small voice sounded in his head.

Strangely, with a childish feeling, although it was not a word, nor a sound, but a little spiritual signal that the telemagician scattered in the space, the invisible tentacles of thought, captured.

"Where am I from?" second message. （)

Unlike the first, it was dry and old—or rather, it had that feeling—and then the first voice came as promised, forming a language signal that was half self-talking, half answering.

"Where am I going?"

"No...... Let me out! I want ...... I want not to be tied down!"

“...... What is it? We are bound by the world!"

This is a spiritual fluctuation that only a psychic warlock can capture, but it is not of human origin...... An old one, an immature one, a peaceful one, a high one, two voices repeating a passage. And the source of the words actually came from the huge red!

With this unwritten conversation, there was a sudden tremor in the air.

Or, rather, the space, the entire hall shook slightly with that huge dark red thing...... Expanding, contracting, slow, but like a living thing, a heartbeat.

Edward felt his heart beat and slowly stirred.

He stopped.

"Who are you?"

He asked.

"Who?"

"What is who? And, what are you? Oh, what do you mean?"

The conversation seems to have been established from this.

Terrible and amazing coercion!

Edward couldn't help but jump backwards for a moment!

Although when it is captured, it is only a scattered, subtle message, but when the message really rushes along the tentacles of thought, it feels extremely grand and incomparably terrifying...... A unique oppressive force!

It's peaceful, there's no compelling power, you don't even feel the existence of the creature, it's just quiet...... It's like magma that can't be seen at a glance, and the feeling that gathers on people's heads, as long as it falls, it will die with it.

Or, not 'somewhat' like lava, but almost—the irregular object in sight, originally made of lava, except that the scorching heat, only around it, around the altar, countless energies were turning into tiny lines, tightly and completely binding it, severing it from the whole space, so that it could not emit a fraction of its heat no matter what.

"They call me lava, fire blocks, fire stones, but those are not me, they use these instead of my save...... It's like a symbol. ”

The voice steadied down, becoming somewhat immature, like a teenager or younger, "I was brought from where I appeared, and I was placed here." I don't know what this place is, I can't perceive it, what are you?"

"I can feel that you are the same as those who brought me here. I was able to understand their minds, and I got ...... from them I, or, this is called my thing, but they don't know my save, they ......"

His vocabulary is obviously not particularly rich...... Although the spiritual connection does not need a modifier or anything, it should be a fault line in 'his' thinking. The idea of a break prevents him from doing many things, let's say, judging ......

Thinking about why I am here, why am I here, what is the meaning of my being, what is the meaning of the universe, this kind of question has completely broken a super brain, such a stupid idea should only be used by low-level human beings when they are bored.

What an interesting word. Actually, I'm not a human being, not even a living being, but just a tool.

But you are a life. Every life, every life, has the right to live, in different ways. The survival of life is up to them to decide - freedom and the right to life belong to all beings.

But I'm not even a creature. What kind of rights can I have?

No, I seem to have a choice. A very natural and simple choice, since I'm just a tool. So I can choose a being that determines my fate, isn't it?

It's just that there are no more than a dozen golems guarding here.

At this moment, the magnificent hall was gone...... All that remains is a three-dimensional web of countless transparent silk threads. Various types of magical energy are surging through the lines. They swirled and twisted, densely turned, condensed into tiny runes one after another. And these runes are arranged according to a certain law, forming hundreds of enchantments, constituting a huge one. The magic circle that enveloped the entire room, even extending between the entire mage tower.

And these are further merging, and the overlapping runes and enchantments are delicately and flawlessly fitted together, related to each other, complementing each other, connecting all the magical spirit threads, fusing into one, slowly fluctuating in the dim magical lighting of the room, revealing one of the shining silver rings

Such a magic circle is no longer just complicated, it is by no means arranged by one or even a few mages, but is obviously the crystallization of the wisdom of several generations of mages, and even a few have reached an unbelievable realm in terms of magic skills. Therefore, the best way to obtain what is in it is through the channels left by his makers.

Mana collided violently in his body, trying to find an outlet for his complicated feelings at the moment.

There was a salty smell oozing between the clenched teeth, but it still couldn't dampen the hateful thoughts that kept spinning in my head......

Because of the law of magic, high-level magical items are automatically converging magical elements all the time, and over time they will give birth to an autonomous consciousness, which determines that they will have their own personality and will. They are powerless to use the magic sealed in magical items. But because it is integrated with the object, it can control the power of zhì itself and make some judgments about similar behaviors.

In just an instant, dozens of sparks of different colors lit up in this area shrouded in an invisible force field. There are more than ten small whirlwinds formed out of thin air, and the silent force field undercurrents are even more numerous!

It wasn't until a long time later that the turbulence was suppressed!

At the moment when the thoughts didn't have time to flow, the flames composed of electric light and spells disintegrated, and thousands of magical runes flew along their respective trajectories, not colliding with each other, forming many bands of light, and for a moment the indescribable luster seemed to seep into every pore of Konstantin. The taste buds are jumping. The brain is boiling, the nerves are tense, and the bone marrow is churning...... The eardrums buzzed, and the heart pounded against the chest as if to escape from fear. The lungs expanded greedily, ingesting every bit of pure oxygen—it was an unmistakable evil force, and they tumbled and rushed, as if to dissolve into every cell, every drop of blood, from the inner islands.

And at this very same moment. In the main hall, which was illuminated by glitter dust, the light suddenly dimmed, and in the blink of an eye, the boundless darkness expelled the light. Become the lord of the main hall. For a moment, only the flame on the altar still radiated a faint light. The rolling darkness seems to have a thousand powers,

It was a gray and dark haze. All kinds of bizarre images are circling in front of you, and you can't see anything clearly. The scenes are like blisters in a deep pool that have been turned out of the surface of memory for a long time, and the senses of time have been confused. The soul and body are divided into two parts.

...... It seems like a few seconds, and it seems like tens of hundreds, thousands of years.

Eventually, however, the warlock awoke from the feeling of being able to run, and the barrier of will, forged by pain, had finally withstood the greatest test yet.

He shook his head slightly, gradually washing away the confusion and absurdity of the feeling of time. Then slowly bring your hands together, enveloping that layer of light in it.

And so, a hazy mist suddenly swirled in it, and it diffused, and spread out, revealing a dark red picture all over it, its thick, sturdy outer skin shattered like an eggshell, and the liquid that flowed out of it was similar to the egg white. It's just that the color is also similar to lava, a strange and inexplicable dark red, radiating a grease-like brilliance.

Edward leaned over to dodge, and the sharp wind and flames above his head made him feel like he was escaping from the dragon's mouth.

Like a dry field soaked in water, the field quickly began to dent, casting an unpredictable shadow.

The entire magic tower even began to vibrate slightly, and the rock veins densely intertwined in the ground like cobwebs were all swollen as if they were moistened, and the creaking sound was incessant, and finally it was deafening! Those tiny veins had bent up from under the ground like huge earthworms almost in the blink of an eye! The smooth marble had turned into fine sand as if it had been drained of water, no, dust!

This change almost shook the foundation of the magic tower, causing the entire space to shake more than once!

Between the altar and the dome, clouds of golden light rolled up, and the clouds were constantly changing, and the surface of the clouds was sometimes covered with intricate patterns and strange symbols. There was a loud bang overhead. Gravel and dust fell like dense rain, and several strong lights swept back and forth, and the uncoordinated vibration caused by spatial teleportation spread throughout the hall like water waves.

"Damn, isn't it......"

Edward cursed in a low voice - the goddess of doom had used the same trick to trick herself on her last adventure, which was narrower than the lava pathways in the Dark Regions, and if she did it again, she wouldn't have been so lucky...... Could it be that there are some strange taboos in his destiny, and as long as certain conditions are met, it will cause disaster?

Fortunately, the sound and vibration only lasted for a short moment, and ended before the boy could curse out......

Not shattered, but dissolved like a syrup on a burnt red stove - before he could use his defensive magic, or even activate the spell reversal ring, he was already struck in the chest. The sheer force caused him to fly and crash into a stalagmite behind him.

The floor of the entire underground hall was already like a stall of eggs sizzling on the frying pan, and even the walls were flowing down in a sloppy manner. Before the immobile elves could scream, they were roasted to death by an incredible heat, curled up into a small mass of black charcoal, and then swept into a swirling flow of magma.

But the increasingly intense and pervasive heat baked them in an orderly manner, until the poor spell protection was exhausted, and every breath they breathed was like swallowing fire, and some of the elven priests tried to cast spells to support their death, but their lips were already glued together halfway through the spell......

There seemed to be endless warming, and at the end, several star-like bright spots appeared in the black-and-gray clouds.

The surroundings finally began to cool down a little, and the temperature continued to drop, because the black ash clouds had been wrapped up in a huge blurred form that almost reached the top of the temple - those black clouds scattered in the outer layer were countless tiny particles, constantly switching between disappearing and condensing, and the depths of the black clouds were thicker and darker countless storms, only to be bound by some force to not erupt. (To be continued......)

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