Chapter 245: They are my wings!
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The scene instantly became extremely embarrassing, everyone was silent and didn't know what to say for a while.
Hello, hello, hello, but, staring at this strangely dressed man in front of him, the members of the visiting group discovered that although he was about 1.8 meters tall, his appearance was a little green. If you put aside the age, it should be a relatively tall boy just from the appearance.
At this time, the person in charge of the visiting group came back to his senses and took two steps forward, intending to ease the awkward atmosphere and give the king who seemed to be imaginary in front of him a step up.
"you……"
However, just as the person in charge of the visiting group uttered a word, he was interrupted by this strangely dressed boy in front of him.
The boy took two steps back and covered his right eye with a hand, and said with a very ugly face: "Abominable fate, is even you affected by fate? Sure enough, those who look at the abyss will definitely be watched by the abyss."
"The hand called destiny has already held us tightly in the palm of our hands. Is it fate's arrangement no matter what we do? No, no! I will never accept such an ending. One day I will make the fate of playing with others for pleasure. torn to shreds."
The painter did not intend to let this strange guy continue to perform on his own, and interrupted directly: "No, that's just your delusion. And I advise you not to always map the writer, and be careful to be clearly arranged by him. "
However, this middle-year-old boy obviously did not listen to the painter's words, and slowly moved his right hand to the black eye patch of his left eye, saying: "Darker than dusk! Brighter than blood! Show up in the lost time, stay in Under your great name!"
The artist struck mercilessly: "Dusk is not dark."
As soon as the voice fell, the dark red color centered on the boy spread to the surrounding at an extremely fast speed, swallowing other colors in this world.
"The Eye of the End!"
The boy slowly tore off his black blindfold, which was a blood-red pupil. At the moment when the blindfold was torn off, a blood-red pupil that was five meters high also opened behind the boy. A majestic momentum erupted from the boy, and this momentum was filled with a kind of extreme hatred and madness.
The pioneers who accompanied the interview group raised their firearms, and their inner vigilance increased to the extreme. Although this young man's way of speaking is very middle two, it is undeniable that this is a sixth-order powerhouse, a true god.
At the same time, the pioneers are very familiar with the aura of the youth, which is exactly the same as the aura emitted by those "ordinary" humans without any sense of mind at night, full of extreme hatred and madness that destroys everything.
Facing the aura of this sixth-order true god, even the visiting group composed of pioneers could not bear it. After all, most of their strengths are only Tier 4. In the eyes of ordinary people, they are Tier 4 powerhouses that surpass human beings. They can fight monsters with power armor or exoskeleton armor head-on by relying on physical strength alone.
But in front of a sixth-order true god, it's nothing at all, at most it's just a slightly stronger ant. The sixth order is a transformation of life, and the gap between the two sides is like an ant and a mountain.
The painter noticed the changes of the pioneers, and slowly released his own power to block the imposing manner of the fool, Imagination, for the pioneers.
The painter's delicate little face frowned slightly and said, "What are you trying to do?"
The stance of fantasy is obviously to open the original, and the original is only used when they are ready to work hard. At this time, the fantasy action made the artist suspect that this guy was crazy and wanted to attack her.
If there is a real fight, the artist is not vain to have this fantasy, but she is worried that she will not be able to protect the pioneers behind her in such a close battle.
With a bitter smile on the boy's face, he said, "don't be afraid, I will save you from fate soon."
Looking at his appearance, his slightly helpless and miserable smile and eyes, coupled with the terrifying aura of his body and the special effects around him, people who don't know really believe his nonsense.
The artist didn't say anything, the aura of being a king also burst out, and the surrounding energy began to surge wildly, a paintbrush without any paint appeared in her hand, and then an easel appeared in front of her.
She didn't know what happened to the fantasy, and she didn't want to explore this issue. What she wanted to do now was to beat this guy up and hand it over to the general.
The tension in the atmosphere suddenly climbed to its peak, and the battle was about to start.
The pioneers are also ready to use teleportation magic to escape from this place where the battle of the true **** level is about to break out.
Then a soft voice sounded.
"Don't make trouble, brother, I'm going to be angry if this goes on."
Hearing this voice, the aura and special effects on Fantasy shrank in an instant, the blood red that enveloped the entire city also quickly subsided, and the city quickly returned to normal. The animals that were shivering on the ground slowly stood up, puzzled looking around.
Countless vines in the sky in front of them stretched out continuously, and a tall and beautiful woman stood on the vines. The woman has long light green hair and is wearing a white elegant dress, exuding a natural and feminine temperament.
The woman came to the interview team, bowed slowly, and said, "I'm sorry, my brother has caused you trouble."
The artist put away his brushes and easel, with a pure smile on his face, and said, "Forest, long time no see."
Forest also said with a smile: "Long time no see, why hasn't the painter sister come to play with me all these years?"
The fantasy boy next to him saw the pure smile on the painter's face, his eyes were straight, and the whole person was stunned.
The painter noticed that the boy's eyes were pointing at him, and replied, "He's too annoying."
These words pierced into the young man's heart like a sharp sword.
"Hey hey, it seems that this is my fault, I didn't consider the fantasy." Forest covered his mouth and let out a bell-like laughter, without any scruples about his brother.
"Then next time my sister will find you."
"Yeah." The artist nodded and said, "I will paint a few portraits of the forest at that time."
The fantasy boy next to him clutched his chest and said with a painful expression: "Although I know you have forgotten all the things we have experienced between us, I don't know why, but my heart still hurts so much."
Forest turned his head and glanced at his younger brother, who had a problem with his brain, and said, "I remember that you said the same thing to Qing Wu last time, and you were taught a hard lesson by others."
Then Lin covered his face and said helplessly: "You are all over a hundred years old, can't you be a little more mature? Don't call a beautiful girl a person of destiny when you see a beautiful girl, do you still want to step on your feet? A boat? But with your appearance, even girls can't catch up, let alone two boats."
"No, they are indeed my destiny, but because of that abominable destiny, they have forgotten their memories with me." The fantasy boy's expression became extremely serious.
"And old lady, you are slandering me. I am a very dedicated person, and I will never be able to step on several boats."
Forest rolled his eyes at him and said, "Your passion is to confess every time you meet a beautiful girl?"
Fantasia opened her arms and said loudly, "In the old days, our fates were already tightly bound together, and my heart was already divided into many pieces by them. They are all my wings!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a fist as white as jade hit the boy's face heavily.
Bang!
A huge sonic boom sounded, the wind howled, and the boy's figure disappeared directly in place. Immediately afterwards, there was a loud crash in the distance, and the boy's body crashed through a building more than ten kilometers away and flew to an unknown distance.
Seeing this scene, the pioneers standing behind the painter swallowed their saliva subconsciously. At this moment, they most intuitively felt the power of king-level human beings. The most powerful power of human beings in this world is not various strange abilities, but the physical, unmatched power.
Although monarch-level humans have various regular-level abilities, the most powerful force for them is their own body. Just like a painter, on the surface, he is a true **** whose books have been transformed into laws, a figure like the legendary painting fairy.
But in fact, they really got into a fight. That petite body could withstand orbital bombardment, and the white jade hands could tear up the interstellar battleship.
False human beings: control the law, move around the stars, walk in the void in the form of a fairy.
Real human beings: tearing up the interstellar warships, carrying the high-particle energy attacks of the warships, chasing the interstellar fleet and hammering them to the bone.
There is nothing that fists can't solve. If there is, it means that your strength is not enough.
At this time, the forest looked at the visiting group, took two steps forward and stretched out his right hand, and said, "Hello, welcome to my city."
With a smile, the leader of the visiting group held the forest's right hand and said, "Nice to meet you. Your city is very beautiful."
Next, after the two sides introduced themselves, they quickly got to the point. There was no bragging about each other on diplomatic occasions. According to the experience accumulated by the visiting group in the past few days, the original human beings did not like to beat around the bush.
The person in charge took out a set of black tights, and the shape of the clothes was somewhat similar to the neural connection battle suit of ordinary mecha. However, considering the fighting style of primitive humans, in order to prevent primitive humans from destroying the clothes due to excessive strength, this suit only covers the wrists and ankles.
At the same time, the clothes are made of a substance similar to slime solids. Even if they are tattered by various attacks, they can recover as long as they are in the sun for a few days.
This suit does not provide any defensive ability, the only function is to heal even if it is broken.
Forest took the clothes and stroked the soft material. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it. The clothes could perfectly solve the problems that had plagued her for many years.
That is the clothes of the compatriots. Although these compatriots have not fully woken up, they don't care whether they wear clothes or not, but she does. A group of naked compatriots are like savages, dangling in front of her every day, the forest can't bear this situation at all, or it is difficult for all kings to accept this situation.
For them, although the compatriots do not have a clear mind, they are the few compatriots left in this universe, and they are human beings.
Forest asked, "Excuse me, what do I need in exchange for your batch of clothes."
According to what the human heritage has taught them, everything has a price, and there is no such thing as a free lunch. If all of a sudden a stranger is giving you lots of stuff for free, it means he has other plans.
The person in charge of the visiting group was not polite and replied directly: "This is the deposit paid in advance for Daxia's help in the future. Of course, if possible, we hope to register the rules you control. You can refuse, this is just us By the way, a job that is not very important."
Recording the ability of each king is the main goal of the visiting group this time, but the words cannot be said directly.
Forest smiled slightly and said, "Of course there is no problem, how to record it?"
For primordial humans, power is something that most kings don't care much about, except for some special primordials. This kind of thing is just born automatically when their strength reaches a certain level. Although it is very magical, it is not effective for their fists to fight.
If there are many abilities that can match their fists, it is only the space ability. After all, the universe is really too big, and physical strength alone cannot hit those spaceships. Space capabilities make up for their shortcoming, replacing their legs in the universe.
The person in charge replied, "Just say it directly, we have recording equipment."
"In that case, let me introduce my own abilities first." The forest did not have any ink marks, so he directly began to describe his abilities.
"My ability is to manipulate all kinds of plants, to be able to observe everything around it through plants, in short, all plants can become my eyes. At the same time, I can also use the power of plants to a certain extent to enhance my own ability."
"Although this ability is very magical, but..." Forest's soft face still had a gentle smile, raising my right hand and I turned into a fist.
"It's better to fight with fists."
In the past, some consummate kings who controlled their own abilities fought with those who relied on physical strength. In the end, the king who relied on ability to fight was pressed to the ground and rubbed.
What space cutting, the true fire of the sun, the spiritual attack, the abilities of various levels of death rays, in the face of the ultimate power, appear so bells and whistles.
Although this competition ended in the victory of physical power over the power of rules, the primitive human beings did not look down on the power of rules, and wanted to oppose this power and put more energy into developing their own abilities. It is true that the power of rules can't beat the power of the body, but if the power of the body is matched with the power of the rules, it can definitely beat the pure physical power.
And as they continue to understand the rules in depth, maybe the power of the rules will surpass the power of the body one day. However, with the current growth rate of their physical strength, it is obviously impossible for the rule power to surpass unless their physical strength no longer increases.
The person in charge's expression became a little weird. Although it seems that the power of the rules is stronger, I can't refute what you said.
"My brother's ability is like his title, fantasy. He can fabricate something that doesn't exist through his own power. For example, the eyes released from his back just now, my brother's setting is that these are a pair of eyes that can destroy the entire universe. , when the seal is completely unlocked, a beam of light that can destroy all celestial bodies within tens of thousands of light years will be emitted."
"However, the real situation is the power, which is similar to the main guns of those alien warships. At most, it can only blow up a large pit with a radius of ten kilometers. It is possible to destroy the environment. If it really hits the enemy's warship, it may be Can't even penetrate the protective shield."
The person in charge asked, "Then can he imagine some special objects, such as normal temperature superconductivity, or even a sun compressed to a diameter of three kilometers."
If this ability can really create anything he imagines, it will be an extremely terrifying ability. For example, imagine a black hole, a red giant...
Forest shook his head and said, "He can only imagine some things with a power level lower than him, and the things he imagined need his strength to maintain. Once the supply is lost, then this thing will disappear."
"To put it simply, it is the ability to imagine. Anything imagined cannot exceed the level of its own power. At the same time, these fantasies need their own strength to support."
"This ability sounds very powerful, but the actual effect is not as powerful as its own fist. No matter what kind of attack it hits, it is one level lower than itself, and it consumes a lot of money. It is useless except to look good."
After recording the abilities of the two kings of the city, all the human beings in the city also gathered together under the order of the forest. The pioneers began handing out clothes to every human being, while keeping track of their numbers.
In the forest city, there are 3,221 human beings and two kings: forest, fantasy.
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library.
The figure sitting in the corner of the library is still writing a book, constantly writing a reasonable story.
[When the deer-headed man boarded the energy spaceship, his true identity was detected The robot quickly grabbed him and put him in the cell, ready to use various methods to find out who sent him, he took refuge in which civilization. 】
[After a series of in-depth scans, the Erd civilization suddenly discovered that the deer-headed man gave birth to a soul, and it was still a complete soul. This discovery quickly attracted the attention of the senior leaders of the Erd civilization. According to the time between the departure and return of the deer-headed man, there were only three short days. In such a short period of time, the deer-headed man actually gave birth to a complete high-dimensional consciousness. 】
The story slowly extends from the two bottom gatherers in the shelter to the entire shelter, and even now reaches the top of the Erd civilization.
[The Erd civilization wants to get a method that can give birth to a high-dimensional consciousness in such a short period of time for an inferior life body, because of this reason the deer head people escaped the danger of being dealt with. 】
Writing here, the figure stopped moving and began to think about how to guide the next story to the ending he wanted to see.
After thinking for half an hour, the road ahead that was originally shrouded in fog reappeared.
"The shelter itself is a mix of fish and dragons due to the collectors. Although the Erd civilization monitors the collectors very strictly, spies from other civilizations can still enter. Perhaps the discovery of the spies can force the Erd civilization to send the deer-headed people. to the space station, and even back to their home planet."
The figure lowered his head again and began to write quickly, and the sound of Salsa's writing spread throughout the library. This is the voice of fate, and a big net called fate has been slowly rolled out.