Dawn of the Grey Tower

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The last thing that was spit out by the demon was covered in blood and flesh and blood that seemed to have been chewed up and not completely broken. Those broken flesh, fascia, and bone residue formed a strange flower bag, wrapping the thing in it. .

As it came into contact with the outside air, the things in the flesh-and-blood flower bag began to expand rapidly, as if it might break through its coat at any time. This thing is easily considered to be the creation of the tower of flesh and blood. After all, the evil **** who loves fresh limbs seems to be able to make this kind of thing.

But the two mages present knew that this was not the case, and they had never felt any external force borrowed from the false prestige, so the last vomit really came from it.

"You're breaking the rules! Damn guy! Do you know what you're doing!" The first question didn't come from Cheese or Russell. Somewhat unexpectedly, it came from the devil in the brooch.

The real prestige broke through the obstruction of the magic circle with immeasurable anger, and condensed his body again. It's just that compared to the mighty Burning Man just now, he now only makes people think of the elves in the oil lamps.

Everyone present understood that once the elf escaped the lampshade, it would transform into a giant of flames that set everything on fire. The lampshade is the magic circle around the brooch. As long as Zhenwei Dao leaves here, his anger will be completely released.

And the things that make the abyss so angry may be more worthy of attention than the threat of demons. Demons do not have the feeling of blasphemy. They never have any taboos in order to survive. Cunning is a kind of praise, and barbarism is a kind of worship. It is difficult to find a real derogatory word in the context of demons, even cowardice. The strategy of survival, as long as you can describe it, exists, and this strategy works for demons.

At least Cheese has never seen a demon to really question an action, except that self-sacrifice is something they would despise for a group or an individual.

Seeking knowledge is a common problem for mages, so mages are well aware of the consequences of their illness. A truly mature mage can restrain his curiosity in some occasions, such as now.

Are Cheese and Russell curious about what's in that fleshy flower bag? Of course, they couldn't not be curious. But the gray robe still resolutely opened his palm, aimed at the flower bud with the open mouth drawn in the palm of his hand, and silently recited a certain name.

It was the name of an imaginary invincible abyss that was used as the mouth of a **** by the surrounding residents. Cheese's magic borrows this concept and can banish the target to the bottom of that pit.

However, magic cannot work out of thin air. In addition to the mouth on the palm, there must also be a corresponding symbol around the target to trigger the spell. The medium of cheese is the ink he sprinkled on the ground before. Those thick black inks can just become the medium. They seem to come alive again and converge towards the flower bag.

As long as the black hole area shaped by the ink can swallow the flower bag, the thing will be sent away.

At the same time, Cheese also noticed that after spitting out the weird vomit, Fake Wei Dao's body fell into a kind of silence. Demons do have the power to resist, but that kind of resistance feels very false, like a gecko's tail waving randomly after its tail is docked, and it doesn't really have thoughts.

The gecko's tail is docked to protect the more important body to survive, the devil gives up himself, is it just for this ignorant thing? Or is that thing more dangerous than it looks? Thinking of this, Gray Robe tried to speed up his spellcasting speed. No matter what it was, sending it to a distant place first would be able to isolate most of the disasters.

Gray Robe really wanted to tell Russell not to put all his experience on the body of suppressing false prestige, and now their priority is not him. But his spells occupy the part that can convey information, and there is no tacit understanding between the two, so of course, Cheese did not get any help.

His spell was already going fast, but the fleshy flower buds expanded faster. It only took three or four breaths, and the volume exceeded the size of the black hole that the ink could create. As it expanded, the inner core that was about to break out of the cocoon gradually had clues. It seemed to be the larvae of some kind of creature.

Cheese once heard Jian Qi say that in his hometown, someone practiced a method of sloughing cicadas, which allows people to breed a new body in their bodies, so that when the original body loses its function due to aging, The new body can carry on its own consciousness and knowledge in the form of an infant.

Gray robe smiled at this strange-sounding cultivation method. He didn't think anyone could do this without magic, and even if he used magic or the alchemy in the mouth of Jian Qi, this Li Daitao's stiff-like approach would not be as straightforward as Look for an effect that can extend your original physical lifespan. But he didn't think at the time that this approach might have another deep purpose.

From the perspective of magic, man cannot get rid of himself, man cannot become something other than himself, even if the body can be deformed, the spirit and will can be distorted, but in the deepest part of the whole existence, there is still something that remains. uniqueness. Of course, there are different theories about the origin of this uniqueness, some say it is God, some say it is order, some say it is true flexibility, or it is the inertial aftermath of that point when life originated in time.

All in all, the real name in magic, in the most ideal state, is to correspond to that point. As long as UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com grasps that point, the thing whose name is called will have nowhere to escape. Unless, it is reborn.

Yes, reborn. This word is so absurd and has an answerable meaning into Cheese's mind. Through the contrast between the vibrant new creature and the old demon who has lost its will, Grey Robe thinks that the fake majesty is probably the one who gave birth to himself. In other words, his existence was detached from his original body and somehow reborn.

And this means that everything prepared with the original target of him will be meaningless before the newborn. No, considering the source of birth, magic can still affect this newborn in a way that continues to blood relatives, but the power and effect will be much weaker than directly acting on false prestige.

And this can also explain why Zhenwei Dao is furious, he obviously senses the other party's intention. So what do demons hate most about other demons? The answer is probably that the other party is no longer a demon, the demons themselves live in endless torture, and they can't accept that someone in the same family has gotten rid of the identity of a demon in some way.

Whether it's out of affiliation with the demon race, out of pure jealousy and resentment, or out of fear of the Transformers, the result is the same.

"Release him. Destroy that meat ball with all my strength!" The ink in the cheese room couldn't be formed, and he immediately disbanded his spell, and at the same time shouted the direction of the wind to Russell.

The drowned do not know how the situation has changed in these few seconds. But he knew that Gray Robe's judgments were almost always right, and sometimes he didn't need to figure out the underlying principles. It would be better to let things happen first and then review them.

So Russell immediately released the shackles of Zhenwei Dao, and the elf in the light suddenly soared into a demon king who could burn the forest, and rushed towards Hua Baomeng.