Chapter 227 Sue the Bird to Death
In an instant, countless strange creations filled Zhang Yi's mind.
Discussing how to find a corresponding carrier for a big eyeball is a very magical topic. Zhang Yi's mind was filled with all kinds of Cthulhu deformities.
What about one-eyed aliens, cyclops, corrupted one-eyed queens, degenerated one-eyed fish-man aberrations, etc.
His thoughts gradually went astray, and Zhang Yi couldn't help but shake his head, clearing these crazy and cool things from his mind.
No way, in a world with superheroes, this kind of weird existence is still too advanced aesthetically.
Zhang Yi believed that if he had really created these creations in his imagination, pulling out any one of them would trigger a grand scene of the Avengers gathering.
This goes against his long-standing idea of keeping a low profile, so he can be deformed, but on the surface, he still has to make some fuss, at least to be normal.
Looking for a carrier for an all-knowing and all-seeing eye pupil, there are indeed many choices.
Thinking like this, a guy wearing a red cloud and black robe suddenly appeared in Zhang Yi's mind. In the memory of his previous life, it seemed that there was indeed a similar scene in a certain anime.
Raising his right hand, green flames jumped out from Zhang Yi's fingertips. The next moment, the basketball-sized observer's eye was also covered with green flames.
Burned by this flame, the Observer's Eye showed instinctive changes for the first time. It kept twisting its body. I don't know if it was dazzled, but Agatha actually saw something in the Observer's Eye. Pain and fear!
"here we go."
Zhang Yi spoke calmly. At the same time, he was also communicating with Miss Time in his mind about the specific steps to transform the Observer's Eye. After all, it was not easy to do it manually. It was much easier to calculate with Miss Time, a large-scale intelligent product.
The green flames continued to rise, and a lot of sparks burst out under the struggle of the eyeballs. As they continued to burn, the surface of the eyeballs also began to undergo drastic changes.
I saw pieces of silver fish scales suddenly appearing, covering the back half of the eyeballs. This strange scene really made Agatha's face freeze.
But Zhang Ye frowned slightly at this, and with a wave of his finger, the flames became more intense.
"That's not it."
In the green flames, octopus tentacles emerged one after another, and blood pimples flowing with mucus continued to grow from the surface of the eyeballs, making the corners of Agatha's eyes twitch.
"That's not it." Zhang Yi waved his fingers again.
Sparks spurted out, and the tentacles gradually retracted. This time, the changes in the eyeballs were even greater.
I saw small eyes opening slowly from the huge eyeballs. They were blinking like stars, flickering and looking at the surrounding environment curiously.
Being stared at by those eyes, Agatha felt that her soul was trembling and she had goosebumps all over her body.
"Uh, definitely not that."
Zhang Yi couldn't accept it, so he quickly continued to activate the flame in his hand, wrapping the entire eyeball in it.
Perhaps this time Zhang Yi exerted all his energy, and the struggle of the huge eyeball became more obvious. It kept twitching and changing in mid-air, and all kinds of deformed appearances flashed away. Agatha even saw the mantis's Arms and butterfly wings.
Finally, as Zhang Yi continued to increase the energy of abstract magic, the struggle of the eyeballs gradually weakened. Several feathers burning with flames fell in the air, and the sound of wings flapping in mid-air was heard. .
Zhang Yi and Agatha watched this scene intently. In the flames, a black black bird was waving its wings, flapping its wings continuously.
"Whoa-whoa-whoa!"
Three piercing cries sounded, and the black bird rushed out of the flames and flew into the air, hovering.
Seeing the magical life he created with his own hands, Zhang Yi's eyes filled with joy. At the same time, he also began to communicate with the big black bird in the sky through his magical connection with the other party.
Sensing Zhang Ye's call, the big black bird circled in a circle, then immediately swooped down and landed firmly on Zhang Ye's shoulder.
Yes, since his code name is "Witch Crow", then his summoned object should naturally be a crow, not to mention that this is a crow with the eyes of an observer. In a sense, this can be regarded as a real crow. It's a 'death bird'.
Seeing the crow being intimate with Zhang Yi, Agatha couldn't help but take two steps back.
She has not forgotten what this seemingly harmless crow looked like before. Who knows what indescribable things this dark wizard stuffed into the body of this crow. What frightened Agatha the most was that she I can't even see through this crow.
No matter what is hidden in this crow's body, now it has become invisible to prying eyes. In the eyes of others, it is just a crow, an ordinary crow.
Having no intention of staying here any longer, Agatha turned around and left without saying a word. Anyway, she had fulfilled Zhang Yi's request. At this moment, she no longer wanted to stay in this miserable place.
She wasn't even prepared to say hello to Zhang Yi. Maybe for her, it was best to have as few connections as possible with Zhang Yi, a strange and unknown existence.
Agatha's departure was seen by Zhang Yi, but he did not stop him. Perhaps Agatha was one of the only high-end combat forces left in the wasteland, but he had more important things to do now. Do
Smiling slightly, Zhang Yi stroked the smooth feathers of the crow and spoke slowly.
"Sad bird, show me what you can do. Tell me, where is that mouse hiding?"
the other side.
On the back side of the real dimension, in the gap of the material shadow, Baron Mordo is in a very bad state at this time.
Without the magic red rope that Agatha had knitted for him, his body was experiencing the ravages of time without the help of magic, and now the time that he had rejected found him again.
"No! It shouldn't be like this!"
Baron Mordo overturned a bookshelf in pain. What was placed on it were the only records of magic left in the wasteland.
In the past, Baron Mordo was very careful with these things and handled them with care, but now, he no longer cared about these external things. He struggled to stand up and walked towards the Dark Book of Darkness step by step. go.
He knew that the only thing that could help him now was the Book of Darkness. If he couldn't use a spell to stop the time that befell him, he would become a dying old man before long.
Strands of white silk were pulled out from Baron Mordo's head. In an instant, he changed from a heroic man of about forty years old to an old man with white hair and wrinkles. At this moment, even the battle clothes on his body They have all become a lot looser.
But he couldn't care about that much anymore. Looking at the Dark Divine Book in front of him, Baron Mordo's eyes were full of eagerness. He slowly stretched out his hand and reached towards the Dark Divine Book.
However, there was one hand that was faster than him.
I saw the purple portal suddenly opening, and a big hand wearing rubber gloves quickly stretched out, grabbing the dark book before Baron Mordo could.