Technician’s Manual

"I didn't expect that I could stand in front of the "Wall of Sighs" for the third time..."

Vichy's sigh was as ethereal as if it came from the distant past, but unfortunately, her face was filled with the pride of never expecting me to come back again, which destroyed this sense of historical weight.

The sorcerers followed the torrent of dead souls to the gate of hell, looking up at the eternal curtain that separates life and death. The closer they get, the more unpredictable the gate of **** is in their eyes. Sometimes it is a simple and thick stone wall, sometimes it is a palace wall with ornate carvings, sometimes it is a primitive cave painting, and sometimes it is a modern steel fortress. It is as heavy as a burden that crushes everything, but as soft as a mother's embrace.

Skeleton dragons wrapped in chains flew inside, setting off waves of dark green ripples. The curtain was raised accordingly, and it could cover tens of millions of hectares when it floated. Yaxiu and the others were caressed by the curtain, and they didn't feel any discomfort. Instead, it was as cool as enjoying the shade on a summer night.

"Corpse Hell Dragon."

Vichy took the initiative to answer the question: "They are the dragon species living in the gate of hell. They are involved in the law of death. They are known as the gatekeepers of hell. When the dead souls pass through the gate of hell, their fear of death will melt It is the source of the corpse dragon's "death trembling"; their nostalgia for life will turn into the needle and thread of the corpse dragon's "mausoleum gauze". "

"The whole **** is an eternal factory for refining dead souls into resources, and the Void Realm is the biggest beneficiary." Vichy pouted: "Everyone does this, and we will do the same when we live in hell. "

"I got it, I got it." Yaxiu could naturally hear Wei Xi complaining to himself, although he didn't feel that Wei Xi still felt wronged, but he still said: "I'm not that pedantic, if it is I can accept the necessary consumption, but the impression you have always given me is too...sorry, Vichy."

Vichy glanced at him in surprise, and snorted: "If an apology is useful, the number of people who die at my hands can be reduced by half."

Even though he said so, Vichy's mood seemed to improve a lot, and even his tone became cheerful: "Look, that's my last message!"

Everyone raised their heads and saw countless lines of text engraved on the floating curtain. According to the direction Vichy pointed, they saw a line of text glowing with blue light:

"You just didn't get it, don't make it look like you lost it."

"The last time I was promoted to a demigod, I was almost able to summon the gods, but I just couldn't hold on." Vichy said: "At that time, I was aggrieved for a long time. I was thinking about what I could do better here at the gate of hell. Where can it be optimized? I thought that I was only a little away from the gods... I didn’t wake up until I saw the message from Master Fanxing. I gave up indulging in the perfect fantasy and left this sentence to be vigilant Own."

"Master of the Stars?"

"She is now the highest star." Vichy said: "So her message is also the brightest."

Yaxiu looked at the brightest star blue message on the top, it was impressively what Fanxing had said to him on the speeding train:

"Perfection has always existed only in fantasy. A magician who pursues perfection is like a crying child. He knows that something is impossible, but he still bets his hopes on tears."

"Is this the message wall of the demimagic master?" Weiser was thoughtful.

Vichy nodded: "Everyone needs to go through the gates of **** to enter hell, even demigods. But the biggest difference between us and mortals is that we have conquered death—don't talk to me about unnatural death—so we have Qualified to leave a message on the gate of hell."

"The one that is still glowing means that the person who left the message is still alive, no matter what form it is in. The one that has been dimmed means that the soul has completely disappeared, and there is no possibility of resurrection."

The Wall of Sighs is devoured by everyone except Vichy. Vichy understood their feelings very well. The first time she stood in front of this wall, she spent a few days reading, figuring out the mood of the person who left the message, and fantasizing about meeting the person who left the message with floodlight... because magicians are too lonely up.

Even if there are occasional encounters, in the journey from the sea of ​​knowledge to the ruby ​​mountain, the vast majority of magicians trek alone, challenging difficulties alone, facing crises alone, and carrying **** alone.

Until they pass the trial of **** and come to this wall, they will not know

I realized that there are so many sorcerers who have gone on the same journey with them throughout the ages, so many geniuses who have reached the realm of God, and so many fellow practitioners waiting for them.

Even if they know that what is waiting for them behind the gate of **** is a zero-sum game competitor, and every encounter is a contest between blades and tricks, but it does not affect their emotion at this moment.

Warlocks are such contradictory creatures. They are full of respect for the pioneers who walk ahead, and their goal is to crush the skulls of the pioneers and go further.

Most of the messages are encouraging: "We are the champions!"

"Mom, I did it, I stand on top of the magician!"

"Don't give up your kindness. Kindness is not power, but kindness requires strength." "The Beldette family will be proud of me from now on."

"May each other reach the end of the road, always smile, and always have sunshine in our ears." "Instead of lamenting that the road is difficult, it is better to start immediately."

There are also many inspirations:

"Even a goblin can become a demigod!" "Even an orc can become a demigod!" "Even a Veela can become a demigod!" "Even a **** can become a demigod!" You can also become a demigod!"

"I must find the guy who wrote the above sentence. I haven't eaten demigod Lala fat yet." There are also demigods who can't let go of their regrets:

"Rayfield, you can only accompany me here." "Brother, I will definitely find you in hell!" "Why do you get separated after becoming a demigod..."

"After a hundred years, I finally climbed up to find you."

"Pochi, the days when we don't see each other will be counted on a yearly basis." Of course, the pride in magic is also indispensable:

"The future is the century of alchemy!" "The heart cuts the body, and the knife cuts the soul."

"Burn everything! I am the embodiment of flames!" "I foresee the future, and you are not in it." And violence:

"I will definitely fight back, I will definitely! When I came out of hell, the skeletons were piled up in mountains, the skeletons were lined up in dense forests, my hair was spread into carpets, and my flesh was rotten into dust. Wherever I went, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood! "

Yaxiu asked, "Vixi, do you know the author of this sentence?"

In fact, he didn't have much hope. After all, this message has been grayed out, which means that the person who left the message has long since died.

However, Vichy glanced at it, and actually answered: "It's the blood bird, it should be written by him from the sentence structure." "You really know it?"

"After working together for a while, he is quite easy to use. Although he looks forbearing, he is easy to understand when he is fierce on the outside and cruel on the inside. It is quite convenient to use him to do dirty work."

"How did he die?"

"He was in an ambush and seriously injured once and asked me for help, so I turned him into a wronged soul." Vichy yawned: "He didn't think about why he won my share not long after Ambush. He is actually quite suitable for the environment of hell, but only the worst devil can survive to the end."

"When you get hurt in the future, don't look for someone you trust. You should hide and lick your wound like a bereaved dog. Only when you have the strength to fight back, you are qualified to trust others."

Yaxiu was a little speechless. He originally wanted to use this message to educate Vichy, but he did not expect to be educated by Vichy instead.

When Ash continued to read the message, Weiser glanced at Vichy, "Did you make it up?" Although it was a question, the tone was very certain.

"The thing must be true." Weixi said leisurely: "It's enough to convey the meaning." At this moment, Diya suddenly said: "Ba.....Axiu, look here!"

Everyone came over, and Sonia asked casually: "Witch, you almost called it wrong." "Well, I called it out subconsciously." Diya was a little embarrassed.

"But I remember that from the time Yaxiu came back to before he was promoted, you never missed his address~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Sonia looked at the witch: "Why did you suddenly call it wrong? "

"Even in the trial of hell, you subconsciously shouted his name." Vichy added: "Even at that time, you didn't call him wrong."

Diya could still remain calm on the surface, but her calves were already trembling, and even her hair was dirty. She stretched out her hand to hold Sonia, and opened her innocent eyes: "I just shouted wrong...I'm sorry."

The witch's eyes are full

Pleading pitifully, Sonia bit her lower lip lightly. After all, they were friends who had experienced a lot together, so they let her go as soon as their hearts softened. But judging from the witch's nervous appearance and pretending to be cute, they could guess that there must be something tricky in it, but no matter how they guessed, they still underestimated the witch's pattern. "What are you looking at, Ash?" Weiser asked curiously.

Yaxiu squatted in front of the death curtain and watched intently, not paying attention to what they were talking about. Sonia and the others leaned over and saw two shimmering words engraved on the curtain:

"Add what you want, give what you need"

"Although this body is cold and burning, it still looks forward to the time when it burns out"