Chapter 242: Rejected by the World

Chapter 242: Rejected by the World

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I don't know how long it has passed, but I only know that the light falling down on the dark canyon is getting weaker and weaker, and it is about to set. The golden fragments scattered all over the ground and the edge of the canyon suddenly turned into a ball of golden smoke and dust, drifting towards the canyon quickly. Like hundreds of golden snakes, the smoke crawled between the forest and soil, winding and spiraling down the steep rock walls before sliding down quickly.

Not long after, hundreds of smoke streaks climbed to the edge of the pool at the bottom of the valley, rushing toward Paladin's body floating on the water. Something magical happened. Paladin's incomplete right hand quickly recovered under the fusion of golden smoke. Not long after, it was as complete as ever. At this moment, Paladin suddenly opened his eyes, and the golden light immediately illuminated the dark valley bottom. Paladin immediately unfolded his divine wings and floated up. Suspended above the pool.

As if he had just woken up, the confused Paladin looked up and down at himself and his surroundings in confusion. It took him a while to remember why he was here. Suddenly he smiled a rare smile and murmured: "What a rare experience." Since losing the ability to sleep, Paladin has not fallen asleep for several years. Now, due to the brief loss of consciousness caused by the severe injury, Paladin was finally able to take a complete rest for the time being. Although this had no effect on him, it felt more or less comforting in his heart.

With this thought in mind, Paladin took up the wings of God and slowly floated upward. But just after rising less than twenty meters, the pressure from heaven and earth crushed him again. There was a shattering sound from his right shoulder, and a deep crack opened. An unstable Paladin fell back to the ground again. He raised his head and looked at the line of sky outlined by the canyon. With a sure expression on his face, he said: "The world is beginning to reject me."

The greater the ability, the greater the limit this world can tolerate. Why is the Grand Mage the most powerful now? And why can the warriors and dragons of the Apocalypse survive? Because their power is just at the limit of what the world can tolerate. *But once the power exceeds the limit, the world will reject it and refuse such a powerful existence to remain in the world. The world is like a bubble. The walls of the bubble are the self-defense and composition of the world. It can be called a crystal wall.

And when the power of a certain existence reaches the range allowed by the crystal wall, the world will begin to reject it on its own. The pressure will increase, pushing the threat further and further away from the center of the bubble, protecting the bubble from collapse. And when the bubble can no longer withstand the power of a certain existence. The laws that make up the bubble will be destroyed. And the existence that this bubble cannot afford is the gods. Their energy is so powerful that the world constructed by the law cannot withstand even one ten thousandth of their energy. So much so that even the clones of the gods could not enter the world through the crystal wall, and were all shut out.

And at this moment Paladin. We are facing the first situation. He now possesses nearly 50,000 golden light elements, which completely exceeds the number of great magisters. He can even defeat the self-proclaimed demigod warriors and dragons of the Apocalypse. He has crossed the line, and the law faithfully fulfills its mission. Repelling threats of instability. Therefore, Paladin can only stay high in the sky or underground at the moment. Once close to the continent, close to the center of the world. He would be crushed to pieces by a pressure capable of shutting out the gods!

If you can’t go up there, then where else can you go? The answer is self-evident. Because at this moment, what echoes in Paladin's mind is Urban and Ripley. Or maybe it was the shelter he had set up three thousand years ago! "Underground in the Holy City of Kasili. The resting place of Ripley's Scroll!" Paladin spoke with divine light in his eyes. That's right, three thousand years ago, he was forced to hide underground because of the pressure from the world. Created a shelter and hid the Ripley Scroll in the cave. That’s right! Now it's time for him to return to that cave again!

Without hesitation, Paladin's eyes burst into golden light, and the Almighty Eye immediately appeared. The thick soil immediately opened a tunnel automatically, and the whole person swooped in, rushing towards the holy city of Kasiri, which was thousands of miles away. But at the Night Owl Club, the person whose clones came out to cause trouble was already dead. Don't worry about it. Little did he know that this Night Owl Society had been temporarily abandoned by Paladin. Paladin, who doesn't know the plans of the Apocalypse Warriors, believes that they will definitely uproot the Night Owl Society. Complete destruction. This organization has been operating for more than half a year. Paladin didn't care anymore.

And two months later, the underground inquisition base in the holy city of Kasiri. Paladin was commanding the priests assigned to assist him, moving things in the hall called the Sword of the Dawn. "Do it according to the drawings. Remember, don't use oil lamps for lighting. The fire will destroy my design. I drew it all night. If it turns yellow, you can throw it on the stake! "

Paladin had his hands on his hips and was wearing a white divine robe. The gold-plated sleeves were rolled up high. Frowning and scolding. The originally empty hall was now filled with various alchemy tables. A large number of priests wore white coats and held engraving pens. They carefully covered the drawings on the alchemy table, enchanting and engraving sequence runes on the staffs or holy light bombs in their hands.

There were more than twenty rustling people, concentrating on engraving and learning. In addition to the most commonly used five-pointed star array, there are also thick stacks of drawings and manuscripts piled next to the alchemy tables that are lined up side by side. The floor was covered with wads of paper and ink bottles. On each table was a magic lamp. There are also sets of test tubes and beakers placed beside the empty leak. Pipes and iron frames combine these glass objects into a fresco. Even the walls were covered with various drawings and notes by priests who were attracted by the profound alchemy.

These were originally somewhat reluctant, but now they plunged into alchemy and were impressed by Paladin's profound knowledge. Completely ignoring their commander, Craftsman Paladin. He was minding his own business playing with these alchemy tools. There was so much traffic going back and forth, but it made the hall that was originally a cathedral seem very quiet. If it weren't for the statue of Enos standing in the center of these waste papers and researchers. There are also researchers who kneel in front of the idols to pray for a moment from time to time. It was almost unrecognizable that this had once been a cathedral and these people were priests.

Just as Paladin was given the status of Master Craftsman, these men were given the code name of Sword Forger. But this slow and busy scene is not the whole picture of Sword of Dawn. Because there are different departments on both sides. These people are specifically responsible for stroking and engraving runes on weapons and props for final processing. But the other side is completely upside down. Through special channels, fifty dwarves and human blacksmiths with good skills were recruited. They were forging weapons and armor in a heated room full of black bricks.

The dwarves are naturally happy. For them, as long as they have wine to drink and good iron ore to make weapons, they will naturally be satisfied. As for the last hall, it is a library lined with books and quills like a study room. The swordsmiths here are all used to discuss new and good ideas, and develop various magic props and weapons against heretics. There is soundproofing magic between each department to create a quiet atmosphere, so there is no need to worry about being too noisy.

The entire assembly line. From these scholars, senior alchemists and priests, the leader Paladin decides which plan is suitable for which one to use, and then draws it into a blueprint and gives it to the blacksmith, letting them make a prototype, and finally gives it to the sword maker to enchant the engraved talisman. arts. After the finished product is obtained, it is handed over to the Bachelors and Paladin to verify whether such props are useful and worth the money. Then it was mass-produced through this assembly line again, and handed over by Paladin to the supreme commander of the Inquisition, the Thirteenth Cardinal Cardinal Oakeswell. This is their daily routine of Sword of Dawn. (..)

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