Serial number: 018
Codename: "Lighthouse"
Person in charge: Mr. "Snake", the twelfth seat of the Taboo Institute
Confidentiality level:s
Hazard level: natural disaster.
Description: It looks like a lantern burning with incandescent fire. The fire is bright and dark, big and small, but the flame inside is always burning and will never go out.
Note 1: "018 under normal conditions is not harmful, and will not actively cause harm to the surrounding environment and organisms, but do not try to attack or damage 018. After 018 is damaged, with 018 as the center, the surrounding temperature will be nearly a kilometer. It will rise to a level that is enough to turn any normal organism into coke. This process will last for about 10 seconds, after which the damaged 018 will return to its original state."
Note 2: "Do not try to use magic or secret techniques related to the fire element around 018, especially those who want to use fire element magic to guide the flame inside 018. Remember, never do this. Inside the institute A legendary mage who was proficient in fire elemental magic once tried to guide 018 with fire magic. A few seconds after he cast the spell, the legendary mage was burned to ashes by invisible flames, leaving nothing behind."
Note 3: "This item has the property of being 'alive'. Its person in charge, Mr. Snake, has tried to communicate with it many times, but has received no response."
Note 4: "Preliminary identification shows that 018 has mixed the divinity of a subordinate god. According to the characteristics of divinity, this divinity should be subordinate to the first divine kingdom. Based on the judgment of existing information and documents, this subordinate god The divine nature is closely related to Poon, one of the nine ancient gods.”
Note 5: "Please treat 018 with a gentle attitude. There is a god living in this little lantern."
Note 6: "Deleted."
——"Legacy Documents of the Ancient Canglan Taboo Research Institute"
When the bright light dissipated, Pleasant reluctantly opened his eyes. What he saw at this moment was no spacious hall and numerous nobles and celebrities, but only an endless expanse of wasteland and a sky shrouded in pitch black.
It was as if the lively Inriges that Pleasant had just seen was just a fabricated illusion.
The floor under Plisson's feet was not the floor of the Governor's Mansion, but solid dark black earth, and the expensive dress he was wearing also turned into the black coat he usually wore.
Pleasant touched his eyes and found that the blindfold had returned to his left eye, and the sheathed blade was pinned to his waist.
Now he has changed from Bill Norton back to Pleasant.
What's going on here
Faced with such an unexpected situation, Pleasant obviously could not fully understand what was happening, but looking at the old man standing in the wilderness holding a lantern in front of him, Pleasant roughly knew that the current changes must be related to this old man, and The feeling the other party gave him was... very dangerous.
"I feel the smell of sin."
The old man's severely drooped facial muscles trembled slightly. As he shouted loudly, green flames emerged from the lantern one after another. They hovered in the air like floating ghosts.
"...Field, burn them all."
A tiny red light spot gradually appeared on the old man's neck, and the emotions contained in the old man's eyes became more and more excited.
After the old man finished speaking, the green flames hovering in the air seemed to have found their target and quickly rushed towards the dark sky.
Along with the sound of burning flames, the dim wasteland gradually became brighter, and the field of vision became clearer and wider. At this moment, although there was no sun in the sky of the wasteland, it was as bright as day.
Pleasant looked up at the sky filled with incandescent light. Under the dazzling scorching light, he saw a few weak sparks falling from the sky. These were the remnants of the flames that were rushing towards the sky. They were floating slowly. , slowly falling to the ground, and then... several huge craters with a width of more than ten meters were made in the wasteland with solid black soil.
The roar of fireworks echoed in Pleasant's ears. The explosions caused by these residual sparks filled the sky with dust. Thick smoke and dust drifted everywhere Pleasant looked.
Fortunately, these sparks did not fall near Pleasant, otherwise even if Pleasant became a legend, he would probably die on the spot without protective measures.
Saint? Theocracy?
Plisson didn't know the rank of this old man, but judging from the fact that the embers of his attack could cause such horrific damage, the old man's rank definitely surpassed that of ordinary legends.
Judging from the opponent's current performance, his current mental state seems to be very unstable. It is very likely that he will launch another indiscriminate large-scale attack. Staying next to the opponent is definitely not a wise choice.
Stimulated by tension and uneasiness, Plisson once again called out the core imprint in the spiritual sea. This time, his call to the core imprint was no longer unresponsive like when he was in Solendre. This time, he He received a response from the Eternal Core, which meant that he could instantly transfer to the core space within a few seconds at any time, where it was an absolutely safe place.
The Eternal Core only recognized Plisson, and only he could transfer to the core space, but he was not the only one present.
Vitor and Luas
This site has changed to a new domain name
New domain name xssilu Silk Road
