"You can let him in." Yi Cha said suddenly.
They are still in the flow of time windows that continues to flow in one direction. At this moment he jumped up and touched one of them.
"who?"
"The only one who can get in quickly. The only one who's still interested in getting in."
Yi Cha raised his hand and pointed. "please."
That means asking him to open the door.
Ke Qier hiccupped, took a second to react, and his tears stopped unconsciously.
The shock just now made him basically forget about other things. At this moment, Angel rubbed his eyes hard and looked up dizzily in the direction of the door pointed by Yi Cha.
Even when he had not opened the law vision before, he knew that there were visual rules arranged there - within the command headquarters, individuals in what could be judged to be "two spaces" were invisible to each other.
In addition, generally speaking, it is natural to feel that there is an obstacle called a "door" between two spaces.
But if you look at it from the perspective of law now, it is sealed by something simpler, more basic, and less concrete.
A row of spider-like long, thin red feet.
The little feet are knotted in the middle.
Ke Qil raised his hand hesitantly and volleyed towards that place (if you look closely, he subconsciously imitated the movements of some Seraphs when they use the power of "endowment", which he felt was more chic, sacred, and correct. And one of the actions that has always been engraved in my mind).
He noticed a thin needle-like white light popping out from his fingertips and flying in that direction.
As soon as the white light touched those little feet, they untied like wax touching fire.
The thick gray fog that blocked the view between the two doors receded - those were originally embodied by the visual rules of the two spaces being invisible to each other.
A pool of tentacles appeared on the ground - multiple legs used for movement.
Going up is the edge of the cloak, the body wearing the cloak, the chin with multiple lower lips, and the wide brim of the hat.
War monger.
Professional warmongers glided in silently.
He walked slowly, stooped and bloated, and exuded a strong sense of the need for large crowds to hate him.
The surrounding air seemed to have turned a nasty yellow.
"He...you...uh..."
Ke Qier was not ready to face him immediately (the speed of unblocking the obstacle and the speed of the opponent's entry were too fast, he began to feel scared and wondered why he didn't have any fear just now), nor was he ready to say anything.
The angel shrank to one side unconsciously——
By the way, I flicked my fingers twice more, can I lock the other party out again?
The white light grazed the motionless spider's little feet, only burning them shorter.
He couldn't reorganize the obstacles.
The warmonger paused, and a sticky laugh escaped from under the brim of his hat.
"Hello……"
Ke Qier covered his ears and whispered, "Is this wrong?"
"He wouldn't attack us face to face. Unless absolutely necessary. For him, that would be too low level."
Yi Cha glanced at him but didn't move.
He had been holding on to the click, and now it happened to be over.
They took action within this time window, and I hope it was right.
War mongers are an element that must be introduced.
If he wants to see the whole picture, he must look at all the factors.
Watch all the factors interact.
I wonder if it was because of the opening of his legal vision that he was able to look at problems from a higher—or, in other words, more basic—perspective.
The warmongers and the land builders are partners.
They each have their own plans.
These steps completed by the Land Builder: flipping the continent; dispersing and diverting the great whirlpool of the Ocean of Nothingness; pulling ten moons from one side to the other; leaving a layout that can attract three hundred thousand moons (doubtful); trying to restore the final Home planet (doubtful).
These steps should make sense for the warmongers' plans.
The warmongers' plans, on the other hand, contained "shadows of conspiracy" - a plan they were equally concerned about.
Their plans all involve the scale of the panplane, which is also what they must care about.
They need to observe the warmonger's reaction to the steps of the land builder - the warmonger will not expose his plan easily.
"He attacked us just now." Ke Qier lowered his voice.
"That is also to achieve the purpose of causing us to fight internally. Now he knows very well that there will be no internal struggle anymore." Yicha explained. "He has lost his professional ground."
"Then we're also in the way," said Keqier.
"That's true."
"Is that true?"
"Okay. The most important thing is - he can't do anything to us now." Yi Cha said.
Sure enough, the warmonger just glanced at them (this glance was quite fatal, as the place where his gaze was glanced seemed to have been hit by a poisonous jellyfish), then walked past them and faced the transparent wall.
The land outside the window is still changing.
The rope of law transformed by the land builder pulls the sharp hook, and the sharp hook drives the earth needle, and the earth needle stirs the red surface.
The warmonger stopped by the window and stared at the ten moons arranged in formation. A yellow-green air ball composed of steady breathing bit between his three mouths.
While adjusting the filaments that fixed the command post, Yi Cha looked back and forth between the window and the warmongers, looking extremely busy.
In fact, it was only a few seconds.
But from Kezier's point of view, the scene became awkward and lengthy.
Small talk, defense, escape.
He had imagined that when he faced the warmongers again, he would probably choose one of them. The opponent can only choose one of attack, defense and escape.
He can improvise. I won't be as overwhelmed as I am now.
Keqier thought hard about what was right.
It is right to make the warmongers repent. He killed the gambler. Right in front of them. He seems to be the only one who still remembers this incident.
There needs to be evidence, there needs to be certainty - not common sense that comes from being an angel, but common sense that comes from a panplanar scholar.
He now has proof. But there is no certainty.
Keqier forced himself to observe the warmongers - the dirty and shocking image made his eyes hurt, and he couldn't help but his eyes were filled with tears again -
Through Jin Huhu's field of vision, he saw something like thin spider legs at the connection between the warmonger's shoulders and head.
Spider legs are tangled together.
There is nothing to hesitate about.
"Listen to me, you should repent!" Keqier stepped forward and shouted, "For what you have done! Past atrocities will be repaid, and new atrocities will be stopped!"
Yicha turned around in surprise when he heard the sound.
Ke Qier's face was stained with golden tears, standing straight and pointing at the warmonger with one hand.
This guy has never done any trial-related work in his life. His grammar, word choice, and posture are all wrong, and his voice is trembling.
But there was an aura that he had never seen before.
"Angel," Icha called. He didn't say much after that.
For example: There is no point in talking about this with a martyr.
Another example: "The first lesson of pandimensional scholars: ignore morality. Because no individual can take into account all morals."
"oh……?"
The warmonger made a smooth tone and turned his head slowly, as if he had just seen Ke Qil.
