Naruf took the helm like a master and sang a new barcarolle in high spirits.
"It's so hard to say goodbye, but my lover will see you again someday.
As long as the sea and wind remain, hoist the sails! Suffocating Night takes us through the sky!
Don't ask me, what should I do with a drunk sailor?
As long as the sea and wind persist, weigh anchor! Suffocating Night takes us through the sky!
The tears were as hot and sticky as lava, and we hung passing bodies over the side of the boat.
Go ahead and follow the call of the sea, until the evil lady's eyes are fixed on the abyss of death.
My sailor's heart is not afraid of the late chaos, and the sails are full. The suffocating night will take us to the horizon! "
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How does a ship's soul complete a conversation?
Yi Cha has never thought about such a problem. But whenever Suffocation Night responds to Naruf, the sound of it makes you think that yes, it absolutely should be that way.
It was a scream like a daydream moving through the dusk. Fittingly, they are like a hellish daydream moving through the twilight of the world.
interesting.
It seems that the structural vehicle soul does not possess memories, but unconscious things that can be called "habits". It seems that this "habit" can gradually penetrate into the structure of the vehicle's soul over time.
Wangchuan cannot erase this deep-rooted "habit" unless the structure of the vehicle's soul is completely destroyed.
"Songs That Always Respond—A Preliminary Exploration of the Structure of the Soul" Zha silently drafted the title of a new article in his mind.
The broken and pale surface of memory and the waves of two colors stretched into a wide line of three colors at high speed. The wind composed of complex energy dragged them out into shadows five times longer.
The suffocating night is like driving in a gorgeous passage surrounded by comets flying in opposite directions - a long road leading to the afterlife.
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Suffocating Night Cabin. Fleeting dapples of light flickered through the portholes across the floor.
Yi Cha had already roughly circled around the cabin.
Just as he thought, the inside of the ship was clean. There are no remnants of any large furnishings, containers, consumables or small items such as whistles, ink, scrolls, etc. Only the part adjacent to the Suffocation Night hull itself remains.
He walked onto the deck - the sound made by the soul walking on the ship's spirit actually sounded similar to the sound made by a living creature walking on the complete ship, except that the echo was about fifteen times louder.
Naruf was still full of energy and was steering the ship behind the helm. Diavolo sat in the bone noose at the corner, swinging on the swing with his two thin legs.
The sky that does not belong to the living passes through them.
Start the inspection by going around to the stern of the ship.
It was just a check to study the properties, but he immediately discovered a takeaway worth mentioning.
There is a large scorched black mark on the floor behind the deck. If you look closely, you can make out faint lines and patterns - the mark has completely penetrated into the interior of the deck, so it has been preserved.
Maybe it was the remnants of some kind of magic... He leaned down and looked at it carefully.
It's a formal circle - it even has stars on the side. This magic circle is the most serious, most complete, most complete in elements, most precise, and has the lowest activation energy threshold - if a demon could hand in an assignment of this level back then, he would give this demon's lovely treasure a certificate. kind of.
The devil rarely uses formal magic circles, and even he only uses them under special circumstances such as building field energy chambers and delayed triggering.
On the one hand, it is not necessary. Innate abilities can be unleashed as long as they are learned. Even spells that are not in the field of natural energy have already had simplified release methods. Even the most program-reliant law spells only require key symbols, energy, trigger elements, target elements, and gesture elements to be released at any time.
And according to the average ability level described by Naruf, demons from 90 million years ago should not need to use this kind of formal magic circle...
"Naruf, look, what is this?" he shouted to the captain.
Naruf craned his neck and glanced far away. "My first mate did it! I can't get rid of it no matter what."
"About what?"
"Lucky." Naruf held the non-existent pipe in his hand. "I told you about those days, right? It was really not a good day... Hey, don't talk about these!"
Surprise surged up to check my mind. His eyes were fixed on the traces.
A complete formal lucky circle. Something that absolutely, absolutely, absolutely does not exist in this era.
With a stern look on his face, he quickly glanced up and down at the remnants of the lucky circle, memorizing all the key points in his mind. I hope to have all the information engraved in my soul as soon as possible.
"It's a magic circle that plays a gathering role, right?" Yi Cha stood up and confirmed that "luck" was just the theme.
"I don't understand." The captain laughed loudly, "Don't make it difficult for old Naruf!"
"Ask about the night of suffocation?" Yi Cha wanted to pursue the details.
"How can she understand this kind of thing! Man, you are stupid. The Night of Suffocation is just a ship!" The captain chuckled and gently stroked the rudder, "Do you think so. My baby?"
The suffocating night echoed with a gentle whistle.
Yi Cha lowered his head and looked at the magic circle, and the previous conversation with Naruf came to mind.
Luck is summoned for the "shepherd". With such a formal formation, it seems that this is a very grand and important purpose.
He wanted to think about it again, but a sudden change in perception interrupted his thoughts.
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In an instant, the bright and dim sounds of Wangchuan's pale memory disappeared from his ears.
The field of vision was cleared.
Look down. There was nothing underfoot either. The body seemed to have lost its support, but it did not fall.
He looked around and found that he was soaked in a purple void like maltose syrup.
Yi Cha blinked his eyes, retracted his original thinking, and judged the current situation.
An empty plane?
right. Time is up. The hourglass has reached its first mark.
Nesei is trying to summon his spirit.
The current place he was in was a small connected plane created by a warlock. It should have been created by a warlock and forced him into it. The projection of this plane is probably in the shape of a boat, with the sharp targets and end points on both ends being on him and Nesse respectively. That guy's ability is almost at this level right now.
strangeness.
His original intention was just for Nese to try a soul summoning spell, which did not require the creation of any new planes.
What is this guy going to do? Want to meet him in this plane?
That is unless their status is consistent...
Yi Cha looked around, and there was a crack in the void behind him that he could barely pass through sideways. It looked like it had been forcibly cut open.
A plane passage. A little rough, but true.
He leaned over.
"Teacher. I succeeded. Great." Nesai's young and powerful voice came from the crack.
Yi Cha looked through the crack and saw the image of his student's soul - it was no longer the amorphous mass he had seen before, but had a clear and complete form.
Nesse had made up his mind about himself.
