I write apocrypha in Warhammer

"However, it should be noted that using this ring requires strong mental support, otherwise the created entity will be vulnerable. It is also because of this condition that the prop has not been able to find a matching user, and was eventually sealed by us Get up." Andre reminded.

If it were anyone else, lack of mental power would really be a problem, but Wei Mu, as a smart boy appointed by the greenskins, still enjoys the blessing of the power of my thinking. If even he can't use this ring, Then there are probably not many people in the galaxy who are qualified to use this thing.

It's quite suitable, but I don't know what the actual effect will be, Moore thought.

Wei Mu himself had an extremely excited expression on his face.

"Can I try?" he asked expectantly.

"Of course." Andre nodded, "But you have to move to a special experimental site. This is not a place where you can mess around."

So the Foundry General released his stasis stance, took out the ring, and then led everyone slowly towards the experimental site not far away.

It was a very empty room. The walls were made of thick ceramic steel, and there were solid stand protections on them that could withstand various high-intensity attacks.

Here, Andre can let Wei Mu show his talents.

“As for how to use the ring, you just put it on your finger and imagine the object you want to make, and it will naturally respond to your expectations.”

While explaining, Andre handed over the ring.

Wei Mu held it in his hands reverently.

"Intelligent life has been locked. Weimu from the earth, you have a strong will to overcome fear. Welcome to join the Green Lantern Corps."

While chanting ritualistic words, he put the ring on the middle finger of his right hand.

Those words were obviously Wei Mu's wishful thinking, which made other people around him feel embarrassed.

"How long has he been like this?" Tiberos couldn't help but ask.

"He has always been this virtuous since I knew him." More replied with a wry smile.

This kid probably remembered some weird plot in the book and was just minding his own role-playing.

Wei Mu rolled his eyes at them. How could a group of stinky cans who only know how to fight experience the joy of it.

"Can you provide some targets?" he asked the Forge General.

"Of course." Andre tapped the floor with the long stick in his hand, and a row of scarecrows immediately appeared in the center of the field.

So Wei Mu began to use these targets to test the performance of the ring.

First there are a few flying chainsword blades, then a set of bolter shots, pure thunder and fire, and a giant hand fight.

The effect of using this thing is really the same as a light ring made of emotional spectrum. You can get whatever you want.

"This is the first time I have seen someone who is so consistent with this item. The simulated effect is even comparable to the real situation."

Andre stared at the data fed back from the scarecrow, his tone full of wonder.

Wei Mu was extremely proud of these words, as happy as a boy who had just bought a new toy.

However, Moore on the side reminded him: "Don't encourage him. As the saying goes, those who drown are those who know how to use water."

When I couldn't fight before, I still knew how to be cautious and stay away from danger. Now I suddenly have half-assed strength, which will lead to misjudgment of the situation.

Feeling that he was very strong, he rushed forward and was instantly defeated. Moir didn't want to see such a scene happen.

"I don't like hearing what you say anymore. If you have the ability, come forward and let's have a good show of control."

Wei Mu waved to Moir in a deliberately provocative way.

He suddenly thought of something interesting and took this opportunity to try it out.

As a space warrior, Maul couldn't stand this kind of stimulation. He immediately stood opposite Wei Mu to make him understand the difference.

"So what if the things you create are comparable to the real thing? Given the thinking and reaction speed of a mortal, the final victory will belong to me." Moore said.

"You have been following me for a long time, Moir. You should know that I will not fight an uncertain battle. It is better to be careful about yourself." Wei Mu said with a smile.

But Moore knew this, so he went all out.

Seeing the two of them posing in the center of the field, looking like they were ready to fight, the foundry general next to them very thoughtfully gave them a countdown to the duel.

Tiberos was also curious. Why did Wei Mu dare to say this when he had obtained the ring not long ago, and the effect it showed was not enough to make him compete with the Space Marines.

But he would soon learn why.

"five four three two one"

As the countdown ended, Maul quickly raised his sword and stepped forward.

He could reach the opening distance of twenty meters in an instant.

As long as he can get close to Wei Mu, this farce can be ended.

Wei Mu also immediately gathered the power of the lantern ring and prepared to create an entity to meet the enemy.

The shape of the lamp ring comes from the user's imagination, so in theory, Weimu can create any item.

How is he going to deal with himself?

Is it some kind of weapon or some kind of ferocious beast?

Moore guessed Wei Mu's intentions.

But those things are still a ball of energy in essence, and as long as you can defeat them, you'll be fine.

So Maul waved the power sword in his hand and slashed at the shaping energy.

"you made it?"

However, at this moment, a slightly trembling voice suddenly came over.

That sound made Moore quickly brake to stabilize his body, his arms were forced to stop in mid-air, and the power boots under his feet also burst out with a lot of sparks due to the fierce friction with the ground.

Because he saw clearly the entity constructed from Wei Mu's spiritual energy.

That's a human being.

Or to be more precise, it was a boy who felt both familiar and strange to Maul.

He was certain that he definitely knew that child, and that child also knew him.

After staring at the little boy for several seconds, Maul finally realized that the other person was actually him, but he had not yet become a Space Marine, and he was a young Maul in his eleven or twelve-year-old stage.

The creativity of the ring can not only create objects, but also characters.

"It's a good duel, but it's too funny for you to do this, isn't it?"

Moir waved his hand helplessly, feeling that Wei Mu was actually teasing him.

Did he really want him to chop his childhood self with a sword? There is no need to continue this battle at all.

"Are you sure you don't want to face him?" Wei Mu said with a smile.

"Why are you facing him? Isn't this a toy you made?" Moore muttered dissatisfied.

"This is really something I have never seen before." Andre next to him exclaimed excitedly when he saw this, "What he created is not just an imaginary entity, what he created is short-lived." A reality, a fragment of the past—that child had a mind.”

"Thinking?"

Moll's eyes widened immediately, and he turned around to take a closer look at the boy in front of him.

He also discovered that the other party was not some kind of puppet, but had a certain degree of self-awareness.

As the creator of the boy, Wei Mu obviously does not suffer from schizophrenia and is not good at multitasking. This consciousness is not controlled by him.

In this case, whose idea is this boy acting on?

Then, naturally, an idea appeared in Moore's mind - maybe this boy could really be regarded as his past self.

This is a meeting that transcends time and space.