Ke Qier's body movements were completely frozen. The two looked at the blurry red mist figure and walked for a distance before looking at each other with pale faces:
"Oh my God. That's bad."
"Um?"
"The 'Black Shadow' was prepared for him." Ke Qier looked like he was about to lose his breath at any time.
This is nonsense.
Especially when the lawyer at the end of the day appeared in a disgusting manner, turning the tide and ending the situation in a personable manner, the angel seemed to suddenly become worried about him.
But Icha knew what he was talking about.
"Let's see if there are any relevant records here."
He pointed at the metal documents in the room - he had just read a lot of them and was trying to figure out the summary.
Except for some official documents that interact with the outside world, most of them contain some hard-and-fast rules that attract imagination, such as: "Most creatures use an organ called a 'membrane' to receive sound. The rest use a 'liquid tank' flower." The living body's 'bell body' serves as the receiving organ."
Another example: "When a living thing can exchange matter, energy, and rules with the outside world on a sufficient macroscopic time scale and with certain laws, it can be defined as 'alive.'"
It seems that what is written above is just common sense that everyone knows, and some of it is not even common sense, such as "adding liquid to the right arm is harmful." It is more like some kind of conjecture mixed in.
However, the meaning of these words appearing here cannot be written casually.
Yi Cha quickly caught new ideas and realized that these rules are actually worth thinking about - it is possible to record the rules (and leave them on a special metal "paper" like the end of the road). Improve the solidity of rules within the space.
Or there may not necessarily be a necessary causal relationship between these records and the setting of rules...
"What am I looking for in there?"
Ke Qier's confused voice came over. He held a stack of metal documents in front of his chest with both hands, looking confused as if the paper had just been returned.
"Just look for content related to the terminal lawyer." Yi Cha replied.
Ke Qier obediently flipped through the information to regain his thoughts.
The record of these rules is certainly good fact-finding. Do some careful research and do a few experiments in a standard environment, which can definitely translate into theoretical knowledge gains.
But now is not the time to overthink these things - they won't help the current situation.
"Give everyone your moon back. Lay out the crumpled tablecloth and put the dishes in their proper places. Didn't your mother teach you? You naughty people. You naughty people who don't have a mother."
"The Rebirth of Financial Giants"
The familiar tone of dramatic reproach sounded again.
The son of the plane really wanted to speak, and the whole plane could hear him. He is really a son of a plane whose development is far beyond that of Cupid and Diavolo, and his abilities and psychology are much stronger.
Much more confident.
Take a look outside the transparent wall.
The figure of the lawyer at the end of the line lengthened and rushed towards the warmonger's position like a whirlwind.
The outer surface of the spiked ball just now - the clip-like structures holding hands were moved to unknown places.
In the dim sky, the figure of the ordinary end-resident, the warmonger, looked like a small wooden ball floating in the red lake, looking very weak.
Just looks weak.
Yi Cha focused his attention on the metal material in front of him again.
In any case, he completely agreed with what Ke Qier meant.
There are two possibilities:
In the first type, the warmongers prepare a trap for the terminal lawyer.
He had known that this son of the plane was the last and biggest obstacle to his actions.
Terminal Lawyer secondly likes games where everyone is at the same table and behaves;
Number One likes games where other players have to behave themselves, but he can do whatever he wants with various excuses;
What he disliked the most was any attempt to stand up at the card table, or to flip the table over.
The two martyrs who are currently "reversing the plan of the end times" are doing just that. This is true even from the physical to the abstract sense, reaching a high degree of unity.
So the lawyers at the end point will definitely come to interfere with their actions.
So everyone knows that the lawyers at the end point will definitely come to interfere with their actions.
After all, a son of this plane who is powerful enough to realize his ambitions, ambitious enough to command his own forces, loves to talk to himself, and entertain himself, cannot be ignored in any preparatory battle plan. the elements of.
The children of the plane are not something ordinary plane residents can deal with.
Therefore, the warmongers found the "shadow of the conspiracy" in advance and took control of it, waiting for the terminal lawyers to interfere with their actions.
In the second type, the trap remains the same. But the trap is set by the "dark shadow of conspiracy".
one way or another.
Now the terminus lawyer is here.
Preparing to intervene in the actions of warmongers and land builders.
The bright red smoke was like ink dripping in water, spreading in all directions, and in the blink of an eye, thick blood-colored clouds formed under the ten-curved crescent moon.
The lawyer at the end has not yet shown his true face - he easily melted into the clouds and mist, shooting bursts of red torrents.
The warmonger couldn't help but dodge, but he was still hit. He kept shaking like a fly wetted by dirty water, and seemed to be shot down in the next second.
The warmongers are not heard.
But he must have said something.
Just listen to the sharp response from the lawyer at the end:
"So what, I don't care."
He paused briefly - probably to create a certain cadence effect - and added loudly:
"Naughty fellows, do you need me to remind you? You have committed the greatest evil against our homeland of the end of the world, where we live in harmony, work in an orderly manner, and thrive.
You actually want to change it! You have committed the greatest evil upon my land!
The land is everyone’s land! Everyone’s land is my land!
The greatest evil liberates the greatest justice. The greatest justice belongs to me too.
In the face of the greatest justice, all negotiations are meaningless, face all of me! oh! "
As soon as the words stopped, a huge wave erupted from the thick bright red clouds, directly covering the warmonger's figure and drowning him!
radish. To check.
"Yes! Yes, yes!" Ke Qier pulled back his thoughts - the angel was waving a piece of metal sheet in his hand and shouting repeatedly.
His face was still pale under the dim moonlight, and his golden eyes were as wide as two citrines with huge pearls embedded inside.
Yi Cha grabbed the metal page in his hand.
A line of small yellow characters came into view.
"The name of 'justice' is harmful. The heart of 'justice' is harmful. 'Justice' will dissipate into nothingness. The subject of 'justice' will be captured by the being it despises."
