My summons are weird

Chapter 675: 670. The False God

The light cast by the sword of the silver maple tree not only illuminates the way ahead, but also reveals the correct way that Gaslow tried to cover up in every possible way.

The end of the long steps suddenly opened up, and I have been walking in the cramped and difficult corridor for an unknown period of time. The spaciousness here made Sera startled at first, and then vigilant.

A large number of lighting crystals are inlaid on the hard wall, and the huge crystal sphere hanging above Serra's head releases the "sunlight" as bright as the sun, and the flow of magic power felt by the skin tells her that it is not only lighting. For this purpose, the condensed magic power acts as a balancer, balancing this underground space.

"What needs to be balanced?" Sera was puzzled.

Patterns like plant roots spread all over the hall. The strange lines are distorted by the honeycomb-shaped rock walls, forming the whole magic circle crookedly. Serra stroked it with his hand, and the slight drumbeat like a heartbeat passed along the lines. When it reached her consciousness, it was hard to tell whether it was a resonance at the magical level or the spiritual level, but it was very cold.

Proceeding to the depths of the hall, Sera felt that the terrain was becoming lower. The originally uneven rocky ground gradually became smoother. The lines of the magic circle extending to the depths were shaped like blood vessels, shimmering with the fluctuation of magic power, and the dense lines Interlaced vertically and horizontally, the occasional ripples in the space make them look like the masterpieces of abstract or surrealist painters, distorting the light and shadow of living creatures in Sera's vision.

Not an illusion, a werewolf with a square head, cylindrical limbs, and an inverted triangular body appeared where the ripples appeared, with stones as eyes, fishhooks as noses, flower petals as mouths, and antelope horns as ears.

It's not that Sera has a special intuition for weird things, and he can still recognize the identity of a werewolf with such an appearance, but that his deformed body that is not like a creature still has the basic color and texture of a werewolf, and his soft and smooth hair follows the unknown. The wind blowing from somewhere swirls, and the contours and lines of the powerful muscles are real and tense.

The werewolf's cylindrical lower limbs cling to the ground—at least in Sera's perception, it did leave deep scratches on the slippery ground.

In the blink of an eye, all kinds of contradictory objects presented in weird topological postures emerged one after another. They are different from the black body, and the shapeless body will not change the moment it enters the reality from the strange lines of the magic circle.

The werewolf moved his body slightly, and Sela was ready to attack.

"Snapped!"

Sera opened her eyes wide, looking at the deformed object that was shattered like building blocks scattered on the ground. The werewolf's target had shifted, and its claws were aimed at another deformed object.

The expected collective offensive of the freaks did not happen, and they prioritized dealing with the "companions" closest to them.

Glancing at the lightsaber in her hand, Sera lightly shuttled through the distortion, and saw a half-collapsed giant crystal lamp not far away, and she guessed something in a trance.

"Serra, the pressure that Gaslow is putting on us is getting less and less. He may have repaired the node and is looking for you!"

"I know." Sera looked down from a raised platform in a daze, "He should really be anxious."

Blocked by countless illusory doors, at the end of the long tunnel, where thousands of magic circles lead, a quiet village appeared in Sera's sight.

A villager was waving a hoe on the hard rocky ground, twisting from time to time and complaining to others about the lack of rain this year. The drought has made the ground dry and cracked, making it more difficult to cultivate.

The villager next to him was bent over, as if he was tending the crops, but what he was facing was a solid rock that could not grow grass, and each stone became a seedling, which was neatly stacked in the field.

Sera turned over and down. The structure and size of this village reminded her of the villages and towns she saw along the Moaning Island. They had exactly the same layout, even the well at the entrance of the village, the missing corners of the house, and the fluorite powder hanging at the door. The bags are all the same.

The appearance of a large living person did not affect the "daily life" of this village with only dozens of people. It seemed that the villagers who could not see Serra's existence passed her by. The real feeling of the collision made the villagers slightly startled, but continued forward.

After only staying for a few seconds, Sera suddenly felt his vision blurred, and what he saw was like clay being kneaded by a pair of invisible hands.

The strong nausea made her unable to stand still, and Sera hurriedly floated back to the upper platform, holding the silver maple sword high, and the holy light cast reflected the enchantment covering the entire village, like a pond seen on a rainy day, falling heavily The heavy rain caused ripples on the barrier, and in the ripples, Sera saw... distorted black mud.

"I see. No wonder you want to keep so many living people in captivity on Moaning Island. No wonder there is no magic power fluctuation every time the lens and black mud appear."

Everything was closed in Sera's mind, and she suddenly realized.

"No wonder I can wander in your consciousness and affect the so-called 'virtual and real', do you want to be so emotional?" Gaslow floated out from the shadows, and with a snap of his fingers, all the damaged crystal lamps along the way Hanging high again, the strange magic power spread like a tide, once again curbing the power leaking out of the village, directing them all to the magic circle itself, and then transporting them along the nodes to the core of Moaning Island, "Yes, what I use is nothingness Faith, those powerful obsessions... It is because of this power that the 'Whisperer' can be born on Moaning Island."

Behind Gaslow, a dark brown cloud flashed with pea-sized electric light, faintly appearing, and the mist extending down from the cloud layer sank into Gaslow's body like tentacles, forming an external armor.

"Did you conceive of this scene when the potion that restrained thinking ability appeared ten years ago?" Sera clenched the sword in his hand.

Where Gaslow was, the light seemed to be blocked by some strange substance and refracted, and the scenery from all over the Moaning Island was scattered around in the form of puzzles.

Convinced that he has the chance to win, Gaslow once again became the skilled hunter: "Throughout the ages, in order to cope with decay, countless magicians have taken firm steps towards the road they thought they could succeed, but time has proved that they all exaggerated. The achievements left behind are laughable. The only way that can be called wise is what some dragons call 'slow thinking', which is commonly known as deep sleep. During deep sleep, the surface perception will tend to stagnate , the long time can no longer blow the wind that corrodes all things into the sea of ​​consciousness, but stay on the surface."

Sierra, who instantly understood Gaslow's idea, frowned. Chen Xi's experience of leading the two giant dragons told her that this method was not universal. The normal state of life, seeking "novelty" is always the first choice of life, so decay is the most corrosive to them, and the opposite is the race with ordinary and shorter life spans. Rather than worrying about decay, it is better to worry about the damage of flesh and blood.

"You want to achieve the purpose of alleviating decay through controllable thought containment. Is it possible that you have mastered the skill of life extension?"

Gaslow's face was filled with a sense of superiority that he couldn't hide, and he seemed to enjoy the pleasure that a genius like Serra was amazed by.

"Although it was just to deal with Durdran's group of pigs at the beginning, in the process, I did find the magic medicine to prolong life." Gaslow opened his arms and said contemptuously, "In the puppeteer, alchemy Masters and other schools are still pursuing the spiritual path, when the body is shaped and the spirit body is changed, when a large number of potion masters are struggling to climb the peak called eternal life... I have surpassed all of them and completed it before the tide of magic power came. The initial experiment, and after the magic tide nourished everything, I got a better solution, don't you find that my appearance now is the same as ten years ago?"

On the other end of the communication, both Lulu and Lu Yu recalled the huge portrait they saw in the castle. Gaslow did not show signs of aging, but... a little reverse growth.

"You had an insight into the creation of gods by faith before the tide of magic power, and started to make arrangements?" Sera was still puzzled.

Gaslow was calm, his mouth curled up contemptuously, and he shook his head slightly: "There are very few magicians who can transcend the times and predict the trajectory of the times, and I am not one of them. My insights come from the tide of magic power The frogman sacrifice scene I saw at the foot of the snow mountain half a year ago, as for what I saw, you can imagine."

"It doesn't make sense. Even if you peeped through the clues that the road is being revealed, how could such a small number of people bring you enough 'distortion'? I have seen a larger number of false beliefs in Mela. It is your dozens Hundreds of times, the conception of the caster surpassed the two eras to run perfectly, and his power is far beyond your imagination, that's how it can be successful, and what he got is not the 'wish' he prayed for."

Even according to Gaslow's statement, his achievements in potions have been astonishing, but Sera never thought that he was better than Sayer, and there was too much difference between the two sides in the arrangement of spells. If anyone could use belief itself to distort reality, then Meera's story would have been rewritten long ago.

The magic beam illuminates the sky in the core area of ​​Moaning Island, and the sky is full of light particles, forming a dense net, trying to block Lu Yu's movement, but relying on the first-class running skills, the perch has repeatedly escaped through the gaps in the fishing net. On the day of his birth, the double-minded Gaslow couldn't help baring his teeth.

Hearing the movement in the statue, the two people underground swallowed back their brewing words.

"I know why he can construct a false god with a small number of people." Ace pilot Lulu broke into the conversation, "If there is no Erling, how can you think of this level with just you, you call yourself a genius , seems madly jealous of him, Gaslow."

Gaslow, who had a high self-esteem, suddenly became excited when his achievement was denied, and his voice was shrill: "Without him, everything is only a matter of time!"

"But didn't you just follow his idea of ​​the magic circle, add your own understanding and make some changes on the original basis? You don't even dare to make breakthrough and drastic corrections, because you know very well... Once you fail, 'He' may realize that you are bypassing 'Him' to build your own world, and this whimpering island is just the fortress created by Erin for you to delay being perceived by the world consciousness!"

Lu Yu and Sera, who hadn't read the documents in Erling's box, looked puzzled, but seeing Gaslow's refusal to admit all of this, they also realized that all of this was true.

""Conjecture on the Unconsciousness of the Gods", "Conjecture on the Birth of the Primordial Gods and the Acceleration of the World Barrier"" Lulu reported the titles of the two books, "Gaslow, you are also an excellent magician, don't let me look down on you."