The Truth of Magic

Chapter 647 Journey to Hell and Abyss

After Zhao Xu showed the "miracle technique" for the third time, the aftermath he caused did not subside for a long time, and it continued to spread along with the players and civilians who witnessed that scene at that time.

At this time, the atmosphere in the entire Yanan camp became more and more tense.

The dark clouds above the sky are getting heavier day by day, as if beginners are constantly painting a thick canvas with layers of color, and finally all the colors are mixed together, and all of them are turned into darkness and cannot be distinguished.

Because the dark and dark rainstorm clouds even hindered the penetration of the entire daylight.

The whole barbaric dead land, from sunrise to moonset, felt drowsy, as if it was always at the junction of dawn.

Zhao Xu also shifted all his focus back to Yanan.

At this time, after a high-level discussion meeting had just been held, even Zhao Xu, who was full of energy, couldn't help rubbing his temples.

The joint meeting of Yanan’s high-level executives was attended by the heads and deputy heads of various departments. Everyone is a former Earth elite.

And even if all the attributes of the player skyrocket for a while and become a genius, they will only reach the position of deputy at most.

This is not surprising in Arthur as a whole. The managers of many forces are not adventurers with core occupations. There are many civilians, noble families, mentors, and experts.

That is to say, the military department and even the ruler are dominated by powerful professionals.

In the newly-executed joint enlarged meeting, basically all departments have raised their own difficulties in preventing the heavy rain, and all of them can point to more resources to solve the problem.

But they are not without reason, and the things they are responsible for can't be delayed for a moment, and the letters sent to these departments in the camps for help are endless, and some camps even send people to stay in for public relations.

This also gave Zhao Xu a headache.

At this time, Yanan was dominated by the federal system, and on the surface it was the capital city that controlled the nominally subjugated camps.

But within two or three weeks of Yanan's establishment, Zhao Xu realized the contradiction between the "central" and "local".

At this time, every camp area was crying bitterly for blood transfusions from the central government, but the ministries of the central government reflected that their own government orders could not be issued upwards.

Moreover, due to the limitation of "technology", even though there are galloping flying horses traveling to and from the capital city of Yanan every day, it usually takes two or three days to receive news from the camps on the fringes.

The outdated means of communication has begun to shackle the entire Yanan's sphere of influence. This problem also had an obvious impact on the ancient dynasty territory.

But Zhao Xu also had a solution, so he wasn't too anxious.

"Governing a country is really far from as simple as we think."

Wang Ningwei also looked puzzled. In front of her, there was still a stack of extremely thick documents waiting for approval.

At this time, the entire conference hall of Nuo Da was empty, only seven or eight slim maids were still standing aside, waiting to serve the two of them.

Even though the whole of Yanan lamented the lack of manpower and construction workers to resist the heavy rain, but for the most core resident of the association, the staffing was not bad at all, and the daily food consumption was also astronomical.

Whenever Zhao Xu saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion. No wonder power can corrupt most people, and only saints who have no desires and desires can resist.

"Let's get through this level first." Zhao Xu could only comfort him.

"Things will get better and better, as we build up enough power, every punch we have will be full of edge."

He stared horizontally at the map of "Yanan" hanging above the meeting hall. It can be said that in the past two or three weeks, Yanan has changed from the place where he first saw it to the place with a population of nearly 100 million dead. a force.

Although most of them rule in name only, there is only continuous one-way blood transfusion in reality.

But finally survived the initial turbulent stage, and the major camps under Yanan's rule have restored basic order.

This kind of big strides also made Yanan grow too fast at this time and look "puffy", instead of growing steadily step by step.

"After getting through this heavy rain, let's attack ourselves and start stripping away these redundant problems," Zhao Xu said.

Both he and Wang Ningwei understood that their power was limited after all. As countless people were promoted to Yanan's core management, all kinds of nepotism were innumerable.

At the same time, because of this "doomsday" in disguise, the clan power has grown irresistibly. Really in the last days, the only reliable ones are relatives. No matter how ignorant the players are at this time, they all understand that their relatives are often their backing.

"Yes." Wang Ningwei also nodded with a serious expression.

"Now we have done our best. Basically all the materials have been distributed for flood prevention and disaster relief. Both men, women and children have been mobilized to participate in collective building construction."

"But I still have a little worry in my heart." As she spoke, Wang Ningwei looked at Zhao Xu helplessly.

Zhao Xu smiled calmly, "Don't worry, I know all these problems and they will be resolved."

Although the whole of Yanan is a flat plain, no one can guess that if the accumulated torrential rain cannot be drained quickly, the low-lying camps will be the first to be destroyed.

And once there are many corpses after the disaster, along with the spread of the accumulated sewage after the heavy rain, it is very likely that the entire camp will be infected and die.

The several terrifying diseases that are unique to the world of Yanan are no less serious than the deadly diseases of the earth. Some of them cannot be treated with "medical skills" and can only be removed with divine magic.

"In the near future, priests from several major churches will enter Yanan, and this problem will be alleviated a lot then," Zhao Xu said.

For the bottleneck of treatment, he is also a clever woman who can't cook without rice.

Saving countless civilians and epidemics depends on the number of priests. Even if he can provide the "magic wand" as a sustaining material, there must be someone who can cast spells, and finally it must be implemented by the priest.

"That's right." Suddenly Wang Ningwei said with a hint of embarrassment.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Xu was standing up and preparing to leave.

Wang Ningwei tilted her head slightly, "It's about Yun'er."

"Is there a problem?" Zhao Xu was surprised.

Since Zheng Xinyun was resurrected by the Goddess of Magic, she had already dropped to level 1 because she had used the Seven Rings "Resurrection Technique" several times before.

In the end, through the miracle technique, the "death" power of the artificial death god was suppressed and then resurrected. Her body was also much weaker, and she could only rest for the time being, and could not take risks.

This period of time was also Zhao Xu's last chance to think about the "God of Death".

"It's not her problem, but there was a warlock before."

Speaking of which, Wang Ningwei also showed a shy expression, "A warlock player, but I don't know how he awakened the arcane art in his blood."

"Oh?" Hearing this, Zhao Xu became a little interested.

"That warlock, the arcane spells he mastered are all pink spells, all of which are obscene spells such as pleasant images, erotic dreams, and undressing."

Hearing this, Zhao Xu almost lost his footing, "Did he provoke Yun'er?"

"It's not considered a provocation. Players who knew about it reported it before they approached, and then they were beaten half to death by the guards and locked up." Wang Ningwei frowned and said, "Before Yuner's accident, he has been locked up in prison."

Informed players...

Zhao Xu, who had heard of the pink warlock's feats in his previous life, couldn't help scratching his head at this moment.

Perhaps it should be called an envious player.

In fact, Arthur's players are all kinds of strange and omnipresent.

And this legendary "Pink Warlock", I don't know if Little Butter has played too much, and all the spells he learned in Arthur are pink series.

You must know that these pink spells are not in the core sequence at all. Ordinary warlocks can't awaken them at all, and there is no way for mages to learn them.

Zhao Xu also saw these spells that could make people blush in the "final scroll".

Like "undressing", it can make all non-magic clothing and armor of the target creature drop, at least for combat purposes.

But like the more yellow and violent "summon bed partner", "golden gun does not fall", and so on, it is only suitable for eighteen directions.

So these spells have always been dusty in Zhao Xu's mind, and have never been used at all.

Usually, when he mentally calculated the number of spells he had mastered, Zhao Xu silently skipped these spells, because he was too embarrassed to tell others that he knew these spells.

Fortunately, he has the ability of "Wisdom Spellcaster", otherwise, after borrowing the spell book, if someone accidentally saw and recorded this spell, there would be no room for explanation.

The stigma of perversion will hit him firmly, causing him to die directly socially.

In the previous life, the pink warlock also caused waves among the players, or broke through the boundaries of the game imagined by the players.

The pink warlock who theoretically mastered these spells has no combat power at all.

But this pink warlock relied on those pink spells, and under the guidance of specially selected beautiful and wealthy lolita, he managed to accumulate a large harem, spanning the little elf loli, the little tauren loli, and the fox girl little loli. Li and the like.

Zhao Xu played Arthur as Arthur Wushuang, while the other party played Arthur 18X.

However, in the previous life, the opponent's ultra-game gameplay that didn't fight monsters and only opened the harem was criticized by envious players for a while.

But later, because the special account with a period of only nine months expired, when the other party re-registered the character, he changed back to the ordinary warlock form, and he was no longer as angry as he was at the beginning.

This life seemed to be a mistake. Because of Zhao Xu, the travel time was compressed to 8 months, which made this pink warlock account solidify.

But obviously the other party's lust did not change, and he set his sights on the rich human beautiful loli, kicked the steel plate directly, and was imprisoned for a period of time.

That said, I can only feel that the other party is so fateful, and the man-made god of death can only rely on a series of explosions to obliterate Yoona, which caught Lacus by surprise, and later used Yoona's life as a bargaining chip to consume Lacus' temporary energy .

If a pink warlock with no combat power approaches Yoona, there is no doubt that Lux will directly sense the idea on the spot and kill him to the ground.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xu continued to move forward, preparing to leave the hall.

"I'll go see him when I get back."

Perhaps no one knows.

But Zhao Xu knew that all these pink spells came from a strange pink plane.

Coincidentally, his "Super Magic Sculpture Envoy" is also a product of that world.

Perhaps through the other party, he could understand the "root" of his most powerful advancement in the history of a mage.

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"Ready?" Antinoya said, looking at Zhao Xu.

At this time, the two of them were standing on the tallest tower in Yanan City, surrounded by wind, as if they could touch the dark clouds in the sky, and below were countless people who were constantly carrying and working.

Facing the coming heavy rain, they are all working hard to build, trying to build more bricks and tiles before the rainstorm.

And Zhao Xu was fully armed, and all the magic items in his body had been carefully maintained and repaired.

"Yeah." He nodded and said, "Now I can say that I am already in a state of first-level combat readiness."

"That's fine." Antinoya squinted slightly, but was satisfied.

Zhao Xu mastered so many spells that he could theoretically throw spells at himself every moment.

But this is unnecessary at all, it will only exhaust him to death.

So Zhao Xu divided himself into three levels of alert mode, and the lowest level was naturally level three. He only kept all kinds of necessary buff spells on him, such as those spells that increase the level of spellcasting and a series of spells that increase his melee ability.

The higher he goes up, the more spells he mounts at the same time.

As for the first-level alert state, it can be said that Zhao Xu has used 90% of the spells that can improve him.

Others spent an hour meditating to prepare their spells, but Zhao Xu spent an hour casting spells to buff himself.

Whoever dared to use "detection magic" to take a look at Zhao Xu at this moment would surely be illuminated by the bright light comparable to the direct sun at noon and burst into tears.

"Mentor, do you need such a big battle this time?" Zhao Xu asked, "Isn't it just to get what you said, the secret treasure left by Ernest?"

And Antinoya showed a mysterious smile.

"Zhong Xia, your experience of entering the bottom of the cave this time made me understand one thing."

"Huh?" Zhao Xu couldn't help being curious.

"It's just that you are still too weak."

Speaking of which, Antinoya raised her forehead and sighed as if it was unbearable, and her charming eyes flashed in front of Zhao Xu's eyes in an instant.

"Teacher, I have output 8,000 melee output." Zhao Xu couldn't help but aggrieved.

"I don't mean that your output is not enough." Antinoya shook her fingertips.

"Actually, you were able to kill the man-made god of death with one blow this time. It is more or less because the opponent is too confident in his static panel. He thinks that he is invincible after a round of recovery."

"It even held the form of wanting to convince you at the time, and deliberately gave you a perfect output opportunity, trying to convince you to lose."

"What do you mean, mentor?"

At this time, Zhao Xu's mind was clearly as clear as seven orifices, but he still had some thoughts about Antinoya's wild ideas.

"No, I mean, before entering Ernest's Vault."

"I have to build it first. Although your static panel is not as good as that artificial death, it must be able to fight and resist."

"And the first step, we start with the most basic brush attributes."

Speaking of which, Antinoya confidently raised her finger and pointed into the distance, "The first stop - the abyss."