The sin of wearing a crown

When passing through the glow and through the ripples like a water curtain, the erratic spirit body seemed to have come from the bottom of the water to the surface. Lin En's first feeling was light.

Very bright!

This conceptual brightness was like a dozen strong radiations erupting from different directions at the same time, almost illuminating the spirit-like Lin En. When Lin En got used to these lights, or the source of these lights realized that his own light was too powerful for this creature, he restrained his own light.

Then Linn realized that he seemed to have arrived at a place similar to a Roman open-air square, with a dozen figures sparsely seated on the densely packed seats on both sides.

These figures are without exception hazy, mysterious, and full of brilliance.

All humanoid figures.

Lin En suddenly thought subconsciously, are these a dozen angels? Maybe not, because Lin En felt an illusory thinness from many figures, that feeling of being soft and without any strength at all. The brilliance of angels in the star realm is flawless and fluctuates regularly. Anyone who sees it can understand from the bottom of his heart at a glance that it is the most perfect high-energy existence after ascension.

Those ever-changing spiritual radiances rotate automatically and can be transformed into the most convenient wings, or they can form halos, or various perfect geometric solids.

Among the nineteen figures present, only nine have this instinctive spiritual brilliance.

This space seemed far away from Avalon.

Lin En looked up from the open square and could see the blue sky and white clouds like cotton balls. He could vaguely make out some warship-like objects cruising in the sky. Lynn had seen those aerial battleships in the library. These wooden things flying in the sky could pour out staggering firepower.

It should be a holographic projection or something.

The elven civilization can be said to be on the verge of collapse, and this kind of warship has long since disappeared in the long river of history.

"Good day to my guest from afar, another civilized individual."

No. 1 is floating in the middle of the square. Although there is no deliberate ranking, judging from the surrounding shadows that are sitting lower than this person and not close to him, Linn feels that he should be the one who is doing this question and answer. Examiner. This is definitely an unprecedented meeting for Lin En. Even if he is a conscious body at this moment, he can't help but feel that his shoulders have become a lot heavier. From the most rational point of view...

The reason why Lin En is qualified to stand here and face so many demigods at the same time is entirely because of his luck.

He was lucky to be selected, he was lucky to be a human being, and he was lucky to be a time traveler, and he was a time traveler with a pursuit. The combination of these luck factors made Linn stand here.

"Good day, fellow pioneers."

When Lin En faced these existences, he seemed humble but not humble. This was all because of the words he said before walking into the passage. At no time did he realize that he was a human being so clearly.

"Forerunner, that's an interesting title. This is the first time I've heard such a confident and positive title in Avalon for so long. It's so wonderful. No wonder Preparation No. 20 values ​​you so much."

The speaker was a graceful golden shadow, who could be identified as a woman, with a standard elf figure. The most intuitive feeling of her voice was that it was a bit lazy and casual, as if she was a witch sister living deep in the forest. It's naturally a little bit bad and has a heart-stirring feeling.

"No. 2 is right, forerunners, we just left this world one step first."

"No. 7, I agree."

"If I have enough time, I would like to discuss the spirit submodel issue with him."

"Calculated from a time perspective, the probability of realizing your request on the 3rd is 24.3.438%, and this probability is declining as time goes by."

"No. 11 will speak, and No. 1 will host a Q\u0026A with the philosopher."

Or gentle, strong, soft, clear, brave, bright voices began to echo in the square. Without exception, these individuals can make people feel their sincere thoughts. When these wisdoms began to communicate, the voices echoed in the square. It was like a grand piece of music, like the sages and philosophers communicating freely. Lin En, who was exposed to it, felt a wonderful sense of clarity just by being infected.

It's as if the soul has been cleansed.

This is not Lin En's illusion. Let alone other things, there are so many demigods restrained here. The life radiation of these high-energy life instincts can make other beings feel their greatness in all aspects. Ordinary people might not be able to really Will be instantly washed and become a learned wise man, provided that he does not go crazy or become an indescribable mass.

"quiet."

The figure codenamed No. 1 raised his hand, and the originally noisy sound suddenly fell silent. It was only then that Lin En realized belatedly that when these beings communicated with him, a translation system was running at the same time, which could directly convey the meaning of the flash of light to Lin En.

Even so, Linn couldn't keep up with the reaction of the flickering language.

It was often only after the other people's auras flickered and exchanged more than a dozen sentences that he could clearly understand one sentence, and this was because these unique beings had deliberately slowed down their own communication speed.

Soon the transferred interface was cleared.

No. 1 is pressed blankly.

Lin En was the first to put forward his answer. Since it is a philosopher's question and answer, there must be questions and answers. Now it is these remains of the elven civilization that are the first to answer some of Lin En's doubts. They have long understood that the only way to maintain the The communication record between the active individuals White Wattle and Linn.

It is estimated that each elf has prepared his own questions.

The so-called Philosopher Society is actually an organization where the knowledgeable and powerful elves in the sanctuary of Avalon leave complete backups of their memories here before leaving, so except for a few two individuals , the others are pure information bodies and cannot reach true angel-level power at all.

This was beyond Lin En's expectation, and he was still a little shocked by the power of the elves.

But when I think that this paralysis is a civilization that has entered the era of the magical universe, it is acceptable to have so many demigods, and these are probably not all.

"Lynn, you can call me No. 1." The thought program named Phoenix King, who came from the greatest king of the elves, looked masculine and majestic, and his voice was loud and majestic. "Before we officially start the Q\u0026A, I will once again introduce you to Avalon, the Philosopher Society, and finally us, who will shine once for the two civilizations."

Still owe 13 chapters, woohoo