Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Kant moved into a new house.

Owning a small building with a single family is the privilege of the mountain owner and several leaders. Kant occupied one when he first arrived, but no one raised any objection. Because of today's events, Hong San's reputation has risen again. With this trend, when an order was issued, no one would come out to question it.

And Kant has brought so many materials to everyone, which is also a great credit.

Hong San personally led Kant to the small building, just next door. In front of Kant, he was still respectful and meticulous, and Kant was able to talk and laugh freely, as always.

But both of them knew that Hong San's stupor had created a crack between them.

Things are trivial matters, but the important thing is attitude. Today, Hong San did such a thing on his own accord and pushed Kant to the forefront. Tomorrow, he may do more extreme things for other reasons. This is how Kant looks at the problem today. manner and logic.

Because of the previous experience, he has a very low tolerance for these, because he has almost regarded Hong San as half a friend, because Hong San can clearly say it...but he doesn't.

The door was closed, and Hong San had already left.

Kant stood on the second floor and looked out from the window. The small building also arranged guards. Hong Sanzheng ordered them with a serious look, thinking that he was reminding them of some taboos and etiquette.

He shook his head, sat on the chair in the room, and took out the crimson scroll.

The golden fire is dazzling and rising like before. The flames that appear out of thin air are extremely magical. They are generated by themselves, without consumption, and only a little bit of heat... But other than that, there is nothing else.

Kant took a deep breath and slowly put his hand on the scroll.

Mental power slowly extended through the fingers.

Just a little.

He couldn't recognize the text on the scroll, couldn't absorb these golden fires, and couldn't learn any shocking skills from it... Then, there was basically only one way left.

extraction.

Analysis, trace back to the source.

touch the golden fire.

Kant was careful and only touched a little.

After all, the crimson scroll has a lot of background. He felt that these visions were not easy, and it was better to take a little bit to be on the safe side - but when he really started to extract it, he realized that he was still underestimating.

In an instant, Kant's breath stagnated, as if his soul was trapped in the endless universe, up and down, from ancient times to the present, the endless vastness showed to him, the source of power contained in the golden fire completely exceeded his imagination, an indescribable mystery. Power poured into his body along his fingertips.

"I...Fuck!"

"—Again!"

Kant was very familiar with this experience.

Because it happened just a month or two ago, on the island of Saint Yin, he had just awakened the ability to extract elements and ran back to the White Mist World excitedly. At that time, he thought it was the earth, because this ability could decompose objects. I wonder if the white fog can be decomposed into invisible.

…and then he was engulfed by a violent surge of energy that poured straight into his body, every hole from top to bottom—I mean pores.

The result is that Kant has accumulated a mysterious power from the white mist. This thing is like an element, and it is also like energy. The only use that has been developed now is to infuse the enchantment into the object. Through the fantasy of the people on earth, there are Chance to create mysterious props that exist in fantasy works.

Commonly known as Dajian Enchantment.

Now, when extracting that golden fire, the same feeling reappears.

"Hey hey hey hey!" Kant shouted, "Can you be gentle..."

Again the same experience.

The protest could not be spoken, and the struggle could not struggle. Kant's face was helpless, lying flat and letting go, his whole body was washed over by the most original force.

It seems that Uncle Kang's cooperative attitude makes the golden flame very satisfied, or this power is much more demanding than Bai Wu, or Kant's body has become stronger during this period of time - in short, absorb Bai Wu's accident. It didn't appear, he didn't swell to death, so he didn't have to vent his excess power, the power pouring into his body was not much or not, just right.

Until the transmission of this energy ended, Kant's body softened and fell to the ground with a thud.

As the finger left the scroll, the dazzling golden fire suddenly disappeared and changed back to the ordinary scroll. Kant was lying on the ground, looking up at the sky, his eyes were blank, and saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Don't get me wrong, that doesn't mean he's broken.

It's not that he's too cool.

In fact, he was distracted, or rather, caught in the purest shock.

Because of the process just now, it is different from absorbing the white mist.

Absorbing the white mist just added a mess of mixed elements that could be used in his body, which was essentially the same set of extracting items and absorbing elements.

And just now, what he got was not the element.

is... ability.

It's like after extracting Glenn Knight, he obtained the opponent's most proud skill, the roar of the earth.

It's like after extracting Mage Richard, he also gained the opponent's most proud flame control.

This process, accompanied by the reading of memory, is not a complete absorption, but only a fragment. When absorbing Glenn, he saw the affair and agreement between the other party and Hannah, and when absorbing Richard, he Saw something about the eldest prince Alex.

When absorbing the energy from the scroll, he only saw a picture.

There is only one frame, and it is a short-lived picture. With his current mental strength, he is only worthy to see this very short-lived picture. Such a picture, such a memory, comes from this golden flame. The master...from the depths of each other's memory.

He saw the universe.

A desolate, dead and chaotic world.

He also gained power.

Just feeling this little bit of power made him feel small and powerless - this emotion was not derived from fear, but from sigh.

It's like the video I watched on the Internet, telling you how big the earth is, how big the sun is, and how big the solar system is... Through the most intuitive comparison, I will tell you how big the universe that humans can detect today is— Ninety-three billion light-years in diameter.

Has the universe ever terrified you with supernovae and asteroids?

No.

But when human beings intuitively realize the vastness and vastness of the universe, they can't help but sigh about their own insignificance...just like Kant's mood at this time.

There is no doubt that the power on the scrolls... must come from the gods of this world.

Such power, origin and simplicity, is the true and supreme power of the world.

It is like extracting white mist, but it is different. White mist can analyze countless complex and complicated elements, and there seem to be only two elements in this golden fire.

Kant slowly got up.

Looking at the crimson scroll on the table, he subconsciously stretched out his hand, grabbed it, the scroll touched his hand, and a dazzling golden fire rose up. Kant took a closer look and was surprised.

Because the flames on the scrolls... barely dimmed.

The power that seems to be absorbed by Kant is only a tiny bit.

Kant tried to release his mental power and touched the golden fire, and then he got the feedback that he was "full". His body could no longer carry too much energy, so there was no change in the golden fire.

...really smart.

He put the scroll on his body, stretched his body, felt the changes in his body, his eyes wandered around the room, and then fell on something, startled.

Kant walked over quickly.

There was a mirror on the low cabinet, he picked it up, and the mirror reflected his face.

The appearance is still the same handsome appearance, and today is also very handsome, without any change.

But the eyes, the eyes have changed.

In his eyes, a golden flame was burning, dazzling, like the golden fire of a scroll.

"this…"

Kant blinked and murmured, "It's a bit windy..."

Obviously, the golden flame in his eyes came from the mutation of the scroll. Kant was thoughtful. He pondered deeply, thinking about the changes when he absorbed the golden fire before, mobilizing the power from the scroll.

The next moment, the golden flame in his left eye suddenly transformed, the glow circulated, the light was entangled, and instantly turned into a golden dial.

- plucked the strings of time.

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PS1: The first update, Damn Calvin is dead, the second one is a little later...