Fire is recognized as the source of civilization.
The culture that extends in the fire is rich and colorful.
Just like the smelting of metal, or the sublimation of food.
There is an ancient sacrificial tradition in the Hisiya district. After slaughtering a cow and using the entrails to divine fortune, the beef is roasted.
The baked cigarettes were sacrifices to the gods.
To put it bluntly, barbecue is the bridge between man and God.
"To be precise, it should be the spirit."
Omo corrected the elf man opposite him.
"In this eastern land, there is also a tradition of using flame-burning spices and paper creations to communicate with gods and ancestors."
"At the same time, there are also cases of those ancestral spirits being promoted to gods. The core theories of such rituals are the same."
"Oh?" The man was a little surprised, "Is that so?"
"You don't need to find a special god. Just go to a certain college and catch a student in the spirit department to prove this." Omo said calmly, leaning on the back of his chair.
"It's really rare." The businessman picked up a skewer of barbecued meat and ate it in one bite. The food looked majestic and the ingredients were selected with great courage. Omo had already seen several skewers on the dinner plate, and it was unclear whether the type of meat belonged to the meat or vegetable skewers.
The meat of alien beasts, or the meat of some newly certified meat beast... Considering that this is a busy barbecue stall in a remote area of a foreign land, the possibility of illegal meat being mixed in is quite high.
But the businessman was completely indifferent and even offered him something to eat.
Naturally, Omo raised his hand and declined.
"what do you mean?"
Rather than having skewers with a meat-eating elf here, it would be better to go back early to prepare some normal snacks, or to find a new hair spot.
There must be snacks in her room. In addition to snacks, there are also more monster sculptures of various shapes.
I didn't feel it when I first placed it. I knocked on the door to visit last night, but I felt that the sculptures seemed to have come to life. Standing among them, I felt like I was being watched by countless eyes.
It’s better not to pay too much attention to employees’ little secrets, especially if they come to you just to work overtime for them.
The monster cards and secret keys, Jin Guqiao and the low-energy Grozam were all still with her, and she was not in a hurry to get them back the next day.
Omo now still carries King Airei + Ace Killer, but with an additional option of Galatron.
In fact, Omer also likes the card Galatron the most, not the fusion beast like King Galatron.
The difference in appearance is only part of the reason. The more important reason is that Galatron's own abilities are diverse and quite strong. Although his power has been greatly improved after transforming into the King of Galatron, his abilities have been greatly reduced. A chop.
The intuitive presentation is:
Galatron's skill set: Galatron's Axis (a tail-like whip on the back of the head), Galatron's Sword (armed lightsaber), Galatron's Spark (AOE serial explosion), Galatron's Floating Cannon (The right arm separates to impact or emit a beam), Galatron's Voice (can dispel the interference spirit of anger or make it violent), chest scan (use the chest core scan to conduct a comprehensive analysis of the target), defensive magic disk.
Then……
King Galatron's skill set: Pendanim anti-aircraft cannon, Pendanim boxing, KG barrier (defense magic disc), Galatron death ray.
Gone.
Jin Guqiao, you fucking spit out so many of Galatron's skills! ! (half annoyed)
Although the doctrine of supremacy of fire is indeed very attractive, for a guy like Ormer who has always been particularly focused on transforming spells into life, Galatron's card is really his favorite due to its high versatility, so the mechanical dragon cover is the top of the card box.
Ace Killer and Galatron, two strands of lifeless coldness and murderous intent, suppressed the King of Airei in unspeakable agony (x).
Although I did hear the cry of King Airei, please remember that monster cards have no intelligence, they are just the condensation of pure power.
Homais ignored it.
The Lu Chuan Elf on the opposite side didn't seem to pay attention, and the topics he spoke were still answering Omo's previous rhetorical questions:
"I thought that after staying in the eastern land for more than ten years and hanging out with those little girls, you would be full of energy, cheerful and talkative, but it turns out that you still retain traces of the Bad people."
It was unclear whether this was an argument or a sarcasm, so Omo was silent for a moment.
"...I think it is unwise to solidify impressions based on geography. It can be said to be the humble opinion of those with poor experience."
"Indeed, there are many guys who will question my race and think that I just installed pointed ears for myself." The businessman was still chewing, and the delicious food did not prevent him from speaking. After all, the sound even came from his abdomen. It was passed on, which shows the depth of study on the dinner party conversation.
Ling Omer couldn't help but paused, and then said: "Mr. Pointy Ears, when will we get to the point?"
"Or are you busy thinking of ways to get those cards back from me?"
He stared at the other party's green eyes, which did not conceal the cold light called greed, but the businessman with those eyes was extremely restrained in his behavior.
"How could it be? That kind of thing must be discussed in the long run, not in a hurry." The businessman admitted the idea shamelessly. The businessman raised his hand and placed a card box with a gorgeous pattern on the table. "Before mentioning the Hall of Return to Origin. , I guess you want to see this."
Staring at the card box and sensing the aura rising inside, Omer was not in a hurry to reach out.
"If the customer is so stable, it will discourage the businessman." The businessman said, reaching out his hand but not to open the lid of the box, but put it back into his pocket.
"I guess you're not generous enough to use it as a greeting gift."
Indeed, he sensed the cold temperament that was similar to Ace Killer and Galatron but was obviously different. Omer should have felt some desire in his heart, but before that, there was another inexplicable feeling of closeness that made him frown.
"Do you feel a special sense of familiarity? Don't doubt it, it's not an illusion, but it's not my trick either," the businessman said with a smile, "Since you can use the beta igniter, then you don't have the factor of Mephilas , is also involved in his 'person'."
"Person?" Omo was startled. The last time he heard this word, it was from religion, such as the levels of life under Kabbalah theory.
"Actually, it's more accurate to say 'position'." The businessman took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, then pushed the parchment on the table towards Omer.
"By joining the Hall of Return, you will be able to understand this concept. This is the foundation of the foundation, but it also involves the core rules of this world."
"Also, you are right, Mefilas's monster card will not be given to you so easily."
After he finished speaking, he said hello to pay the bill, then turned back to Omo and smiled:
"After all, this is the broken steel sword used to defend you."
Omerben was looking down at the treaty on the parchment. When he heard this, he looked up at him again and was silent for a few seconds: "...You are so frank, you might as well be more direct."
"This shouldn't be difficult for you to understand, right?"
The businessman seemed a little impatient: "Although you are only a nineteen-year-old demon, your eyes are really similar to that of a disgusting old man."
Annoying old man?
Omer took note of this subtle label for the time being. As for his understanding of what the other party said, he did have a clue.
Although some businessmen advocate honesty, this 'businessman' is really too candid and puts his precautions on the record. Doesn't this open up the possibility for everyone to try to take advantage of each other?
Thinking again about the allusion of the 'Broken Steel Sword', the other party probably did not want to become the legendary King Arthur in Hongying District.
The sword that cuts through steel...
Omo looked again at the elf who took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code to pay:
"Have you actually prepared any countermeasures against yourself?"
"How can you do business without registration?" The businessman who finished paying looked back at him.
There was a fleeting black data stream on the side of the mobile phone held in his hand, which seemed to be a Digimon with special power.
"This steel-breaking sword is used to cut the backbone of steel."
I moved home today, but the computer will probably arrive tomorrow. I hope the update won’t be too late.
(End of chapter)
