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The "gate" was not just a door, it was more like a part of a huge device before. Collection ~

(Reading Network) There have been countless lines and pipelines spreading on the door body, like tentacles or blood vessels, extending to the top of the door. When connecting the steam generator in the first industry, it was as big and bulky, but there were wonderful surreal machinery. The first time I saw this "gate", the wizards threw humans serving as sacrifices into the door.

The "gate" is chewing and digesting, just like the food eaten by the creature is dissolved by the stomach acid and excreted along the organ pipe. In this process, the conveying pipe is like a snake body that eats too large a prey. As it swallows, a certain piece is swollen and continues to move forward. The old wizard who made the mask opened the gate of the exit, and the black thick liquid poured into the cauldron at once, slowly stirred, and when it was picked up again, it was already a piece of mask.

When I first saw this scene, although the position of the "gate" gave rise to the idea of ​​"entrance into the mental hospital", it was only part of a mask making machine in terms of intuitive effect.

Zhen Jiang and I once again set foot here, and the wizards who lined up to receive face masks and the old wizards who made masks from the cauldron were gone. The huge mechanical combination with the "gate" as the main body no longer performs sacrifices and masks. More than a hundred wizards wandered around the "door" constantly. Some people squatted or sat, or even stood by the door, stunned, some people kept mumbling, spraying gray mist from their mouths, throwing them in change Slowly evaporating in the middle, someone frantically writes something on the paper, and some people directly engrave circuit patterns one by one on the ground, as well as formulas written with unique marks like chemical formulas, and the rest of them go back and forth among this group of people , Record the results of each person, summarize them, and give them to others in need.

Among them were black robes, plain clothes, and soldiers, but the vigilance disappeared like a bubble after everyone fell into a state of concentration and fanaticism. They are so attentive, maybe there is also a black robe on their body, so that the appearance of Zhenjiang and I did not alarm anyone.

The "gate" has undergone a huge mutation after being embedded in Irene's picture. The meaning of "gate" was really established for the first time, not just an altar, an artificial "stomach", and a part of a mask making machine .

The last time I used it to enter the temporary data hedging space in the Peak District, it may not be the normal way.

The giant hand reaching out from behind the door may just be a flash in the pan.

Therefore, these wizards will here derive the principle of the "door" after the change, and find out the normal way to open it. If all doomsday powers and phenomena are regarded as objective techniques for the manufacture and application of "God particles", rather than subjectively seeking mysterious ceremonies, then the process of mastering this power and scientific research work are not Ranwen Fiction Net is too big a difference.

Talking about the "sacrifice" and "alchemy" methods of ancient wizards will remind people of "obscurity", "roughness" and "mystery", but even if it is modern "civilization", "precision" and "advanced" scientific research The technique is not lacking in blood and cruelty.

The scene of ignorance and sci-fi coexisting in front of my eyes is like being in the gap between ancient and modern.

The wizards in front of them did not get the desired results from Ranwen.com, and they do not know how long it will be until they succeed. Nonetheless, these wizards who are responsible for researching "doors" should be the most outstanding group of "streets" in terms of research skills. If they all died here, it will undoubtedly have an extremely serious impact on the strength of the Mar Jones family.

If you have time, it ’s okay to wait for them to find a way to open the door, but I do n’t have the patience and choice of Ranwen.com.

I have my own ideas on how to open the door. This method is a bit crude, absolutely not humane, and it has not been verified by Ranwen Fiction Net-whether it is a demon call, advent circuit construction, or similar in the underground base of the advent and attack war The "doors" all have the same characteristic, that is, they are "sacrificial" when they start to operate.

This method is undoubtedly inherited from the thinking of ancient wizards-human beings, who are all long, are most likely to have the purest "God particles". The more pure the mind, the same spirit and strength as the sacrifice, the more likely it is to extract "god particles".

Immediately after the appearance of the "God Particle", an unknowable reaction formed a wonderful phenomenon. It doesn't matter if you can't understand this process, as long as you continue to practice, you can find out the rules and get a stable application.

Either summon a demon, adventurous circuit construction, or "gate" manufacturing, through what mechanism, in the end, who first discovered the method, this kind of question is not answered by Ranwen.com. To apply these ready-made existences, just follow the concept of the person who created them.

Since the age of their existence can not be determined, is it not for granted to think in the direction of "ancient heritage"? In the case where the existing scientific research methods cannot crack the core of its technology, "blood sacrifice" is the best choice.

The three elements of biting, sacrifice, mystery, and demon are all reflected in this "door", so if you use the wizards as sacrifices, there should be some reactions.

When I told Zhenjiang about this idea, she happily agreed.

"How clever, Achuan."

"Don't praise me, Ajiang."

Sacrifice these hundreds of people as sacrifices-when such thoughts came to my mind, I could not feel the slightest hesitation and abnormal emotions. When did it start? The hesitation, self-blame, and hatred of murder, even enemies, once felt unbearable, but these emotions and feelings, which were considered normal, disappeared before they even realized it. However, he was not happy at all.

I am becoming ignorant of myself. No, it should be said that I don't want to understand myself. Even if you blame this change on the oppression of the environment, the last resort, the price you have to pay to realize your dreams, the abominable subtlety, and the existence of the magic pattern; keep telling yourself that the enemy is not worthy of pity, the enemy must kill If you die, the other party will never forgive you, but this way of thinking will not relieve you.

Whatever the reason, killing should not be calm, or should be justice, this should be correct-such an idea is not non-existent, but, can not get emotional resonance. Speaking is just language, writing is just text, nothing more.

While I was silently overlooking the people below, the high-speed mantra flew across Zhenjiang's lips like a bird. I think I should be sad, but sadness is just a word in memory.

I really don't feel sad at all, and there is no mercy.

I do n’t remember to hate the following people, even if they have done anything harmful. They will not be considerate, even if they may be honest. I just stared at them meaninglessly, hoping to imprint the moment towards the end into my mind.

Maybe one day, I will become indifferent to the death and injury of my friends and family. I was scared and worried about this kind of thought. However, the emotional meaning of these words expressing emotions is getting weaker and weaker. I do n’t know when they will become two pure words.

Therefore, no matter how much one person is, one must not forget that they have met them in their own lives.

Alas, there is always no choice.

The flow of air became turbulent, and a huge amount of dust and fog accompanied by strong winds gathered from all directions in Zhenjiang's hands. The abnormal movements awakened the wizards immersed in the study, and they immediately found me and Zhenjiang suspended in mid-air.

"what happened?"

"Who are those two?"

"What are they going to do? What spell is this?"

"Who are you? Stop the spell quickly"

"Don't call it a fool, this is an enemy attack, don't you understand? Hurry up and attack them"

The wizards became a mess, but about one-tenth of them were still focused on the job at hand, and once anyone accidentally disturbed them, they would be yelled at. The wizard, who looked up in surprise, stepped back at a loss and suddenly hit the wizard without moving his body. He was even squatted on the ground, and the person who did not lift his head stumbled. Some people pointed at us, some people looked at each other, the first time they realized the danger, and made commands and gestures to counterattack only accounted for less than one-fifth of the number.

However, it may be that the long time is too lazy to correct the thinking from the research state. These wizards, whether they are black robes, plain clothes, or soldiers, ca n’t make correct before the release of Zhenjiang ’s spell. Defense.

The gray fog condensed into a lying cross above the right hand raised by Zhen Jiang. This cross is so huge. Zhen Jiang ’s hand grabbed the center of the horizontal and vertical crosses, and the bottom of the cross extended to the distance from the "gate". To half a meter, as if the entire mountain top was filled with this cross.

Numerous thin lines were shot from the cross. When the wizards were successively wrapped around their limbs with thin threads or plunged into their bodies, their movements immediately solidified. It ’s not that there is no shaman fiction net sorcerer trying to cut the thin line or dodge to the side, but the silk thread from the artificial black cloud is as dense as the rain thread. It is impossible to sever all, nor to avoid completely. Once entangled with a thread, the movement will become dull, or even lose balance, and then be entangled with more thread.

The wizards called and ran away in fright, and the silk thread came so fast to their eyes that they had no time to finish the spell. Even if a bullet is shot, hitting Zhenjiang has no effect. I can only watch the people around me become sculpted and frozen in place, and then become one of them. For a few breathing times, the chaotic scenes and sounds calmed down as the tide receded.

Hundreds of wizards were still standing in front of the psychiatric hospital in various postures, as if their time had completely stopped. The combined wind and rain slapped on them, and the roaring thunder rolled over, making the scene more treacherous.

"Let's dance, clowns." Zhen Jiang said emotionlessly, and the cross above his head began to shake.

The wizards sway stiffly, neck, hands or feet. Every movement is like a rusty joint, moving one inch and stopping one inch, so repeated and weird. Someone keeps hitting the person next to him, and even some people's joints are broken in the reverse direction, and they just feel pain when they see it, but the owner of the limb can't make any sound.

They are controlled by silk thread, without a doubt, Zhenjiang's marionette. Under unskilled control methods, step by step toward the "gate". Even if the hands and feet are broken, and the head is accidentally twisted to the back, it will be dragged by the body and continue to move forward.

The rustling of the shoulders, the footsteps of different plans, penetrated from the thunderstorm.

They walked like this all the time, touching the "door" without resistance, and then sucked in by the "door" like a living creature. "Door" never gives people the feeling of being inflexible. The submerged wizard is like falling into a swamp, stirring, swallowing, and splitting limbs constantly appearing and falling on the door, and eventually disappear. Because the pipes entangled in the "gate" and most of the lines have been removed, it is impossible to know what they have become and where they have been.

Zhen Jiang shakes the huge cross, and no wizard has been able to get rid of her control. The figure is constantly out of the door, and the circuit pattern on the door flashes purple light. It was originally a dot. It crossed like a meteor in a section of the circuit. As the number of wizards entering the door increased, more stars were on the circuit. The different positions of the flashing, flowing, circle after circle, the messy trajectory merges in a certain section of the circuit, getting brighter and brighter, until all the circuits seem to be separated from the door.

The circuit of brilliant light makes the "gate" more mysterious, and the texture of the "gate" also gives a solidified feeling, like a swamp drying up quickly and turning into a hard stone. In the very center of the "gate", there was originally a mark of a Marl Jones cross at the place where Irene's photo was attached. Taking this as the center, a sharp light bleeds from above and below. Gradually, this light looks like The centerline of the door cracked, blooming from the inside out.

This change is not fast. When the door gap formed by the light becomes more profound, there are only more than ten masters who have not been swallowed by the "gate".

It seems that as long as you push hard, this "door" will open.

There was once again abnormal fluctuations in the air. I said in my heart. The vortex appeared one after another in the field of vision, regardless of the ground or the sky, surrounded me and Zhenjiang from all directions. The mages controlled by Zhenjiang have not yet been sacrificed, but they can no longer hesitate. When I felt that way, Zhenjiang seemed to know what I thought in my heart, giving up control of the huge cross above his head, and fluttering his wings towards the "gate".

The vortex that was blocking the front was passed by Zhen Jiang before the silhouette of the Ranwen Fiction Net appeared. We did not enter the vortex, but the vortex seemed to have been cut after the Zhenjiang passed by. He crossed Zhenjiang's shoulders and saw how these vortices split into two and collapsed quickly.

Most wizards cannot get out of the broken vortex, and what happens when they stay in that dark space. This is not detailed in the information I obtained, but only in the memory of the female bartender. The record that the wizard of Ranwen Fiction Network successfully returned in this situation. Therefore, a small number of wizards struggled to squeeze out of the collapsed vortex, and only the limbs that successfully extended the vortex fell to the ground.

They were divided into two halves.

The spells attached to the mask are highly accidental and personal.

The spells that the wizard can use are all solidified on the mask. From the moment the mask is successfully made, the type and number of uses have been fixed at the moment when it is worn by a wizard. Therefore, not all wizards can perform this teleportation technique. For "streets", wizards capable of teleportation are important strategic resources, and there is no distinction between black robe, plain clothes and soldiers.

The magic used by Zhen Jiang is too casual and powerful, so it feels like it does not depend on the mask. This is a situation in the memory of female bartenders that has never been burned. However, because her head is completely covered by the helmet, she is not sure whether she can use the spell without the literary novel net mask or whether she can use the spell by making a mask on the fly.

Only one thing is for sure, Zhenjiang can use teleportation spells that the female bartender "Sha" can't use. The types and abilities of her spells have far exceeded Sha's own.

Perhaps the powerful cognition of "Sha" may be that the current Zhenjiang is stronger than the original Sha, so the street hunters will be consistent wizards who can use the teleportation spell. Because without the spell of Ranwen Fiction Net, under the power of Zhenjiang's flying machine, it can only be out of reach.

However, these people are still one step late. Before they appeared ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ was destroyed by Zhen Jiang's teleportation spell, and with the power of diving, two wizards stiffened in front of the "door" were knocked into the door. When Zhenjiang tried to push the "gate" after the sacrifice, the "gate" had become a thick gate resembling a stone, no longer possessing the ability to swallow.

This door is so heavy that although she ca n’t see Zhen Jiang ’s face, she can also feel the martial arts from her movements. The Holy King, the Holy King, the Holy King, the Night Kill, the God Seal, the Throne, the Demon King, the Nineth Heaven, the strongest abandonment The night kills the gods and seals the throne to seek the devil Ao Ninth Heaven's strongest to abandon the young Dazhou royal family martial Qiankun will kill the gods gods and seals the throne to the strongest abandon the Shaozhou Zhou royal family to make the gods to kill the gods and the gods' throne at night Pray that Demon Ao Nineth Heaven will force the young Zhou clan to her hardest.

It can't be pushed away with just one right hand.

"Let me down, A Jiang."

I jumped to the ground, with my hands on both sides of the light of the crack, bowed my waist, buried my head, and pushed the door inward at the same time as Zhenjiang suspended in the middle of the gate, the crack-like light in the center became more and more dazzling, and continued to expand . The ear clearly didn't hear any sound from Ranwen Fiction Net, but there was a sound of the door opening echoing in my mind.

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