"Come to the dream cradle to see me, hurry up."
In the letter to Ke Qier, Yi Cha only wrote this sentence.
Masking box. The masking box again.
The Son of the End was already buried underground, and he thought that the end of the world was over. At least it can return to zero slowly. Resetting to zero is always going on. It can happen in a snap of a finger, but the so-called snap of a finger also depends on the size of the finger, so there seems to be no rush.
But the discovery just now is undoubtedly bad news.
Under the changes in the classification just now, there is a masking box on the manager. To this day, it is difficult for him not to think that it is the entity called "chip".
Usually, chips are embedded in the interior of these structures in the form of rules. Taking them out will cause permanent damage to them. Even if you find a way to separate them, it is estimated that it will be difficult to figure out the structure inside. The change of perspective of the taxonomy perfectly circumvented this problem, allowing him to get a glimpse of the internal appearance.
According to previous experience, he could not open the masking box, so he asked the structure manager to open it himself. Unfortunately, the manager himself couldn't open it either.
Can't open it?
Yicha closed his wings and slid through the plane passage like a strong shuttle, recalling the scene he saw at that time:
The manager fell headfirst into a black box that was only as thick as his neck, but his upper body seemed to have elongated, folded at a weird angle inside, and then emerged headfirst.
There was nothing in the box, he asked.
He also believed that the manager, as a pure creature of laws, could see more laws in his field of vision than he did. If the manager says no, it seems like there is no.
Really nothing?
Maybe they just can't see it.
Can't see it because they don't understand it yet.
But regardless of the understanding and the contents of the shielding box, it provides a clue: this matter is probably related to the Featherless Ones.
And the power of the Featherless One's intention seemed to be exposed on the surface of the water.
Ruimu Gange's power is to make the world collapse, Lanlewin's power is to make the world fall into ignorance, and Nesis hopes to break through these tangled problems.
The Featherless Ones, so far, seem to want to turn the world into a big sheltering box.
He didn't know what was in the Heart of Flame Destruction and the Heart of Transformation, but there was no doubt that those two hearts destroyed large areas and lost lives.
Generally speaking, it was difficult for him not to think that they played a role in storage and condensation. He thought so for now. And they tend to expand and cannibalize surrounding content.
The Son of the Plane is beyond the scope of his interference, but at the end of the day, these small shielding boxes formed by chips can be controlled and stopped by him. Deactivating the taxonomy was a way to delay—he didn't know how to cure it yet.
Categories are harmful, he had a vague feeling.
…
Echa fell on the moist dark green grass. The jagged edges of the leaves scraped all the way to his knees. Looking forward, he saw in front of him a chain of trees as tall as a giant tower.
A huge, dark forest.
He has arrived at the Dreamer's Cradle.
The coordinates where we should go are near here. He walked along the edge of the forest for a while and found his destination.
A huge fortress built on the mountain. The tallest tower of the fortress is in the shape of a monument and does not reach the top. Bird bones hung from the edge of the building, a skull about the size of his arms.
The outermost door was covered with moss and looked unshakable.
He clicked it.
Not long after, the door slowly opened a crack, and a bright silver woman walked out.
She leaned against the door and glanced at him with her silver-grey eyes, only pausing for a moment. "Izaint Sinkardstu."
"Exactly." Yi Cha nodded. "You are Moroje River Nigelfager."
"it's me."
She nodded slightly, and the neatly arranged silver scales in her hair were like a beautiful corolla. "come in."
She turned around and entered.
Icha entered the castle and walked behind her.
The door closed quietly behind them. The overall style of the inner fort area is not much different from that of the Manling Residence where he once stayed, but the decoration is different. It is desolate, large and empty.
"The Sword Comes"
Moroje River Nigelfarge stopped in front of a dry fountain. The fountain is about fifty meters high, and they only stopped on the bottom half of the platform.
It can still be seen from the mottled surface that the material of the fountain is stone mixed with gold, but now it is full of rust marks.
"What did Taliki tell you?" Moroje River said. Her clothes were gorgeous, her appearance was elegant, but her eyes looked a little tired, which was somewhat similar to this dilapidated scene.
"You're in big trouble. And your coordinates. Tell me nothing else."
Yi Cha randomly picked a flat place and sat down, "He said you would introduce the rest."
He glanced at the door deep in the courtyard - it led to an inverted semicircular building, which combined with the monument-shaped tower behind it, was like a huge reverse tomb. It was the hall of the castle. "Aren't we going in?"
"Let's stay here first." Morojelifu looked at him with silver-grey eyes like ancient wells, with a distant tone. "How can you help us?"
"You haven't told me what kind of trouble you have encountered."
Yi Cha smiled, not annoyed by the other party's coldness. "Now, I can only bring this."
He snapped his fingers.
The sound of gurgling water sounded, and a second later, the fountain began to gush out clear water. The water column quickly became thicker, divided into three rising levels, and then stabilized, opening three beautiful umbrella shapes above.
Water droplets seeped into the gaps between the stone bricks, and branches of fresh grass suddenly grew, and the fresh air spread.
For a moment, the deserted courtyard seemed to have a little life.
Moroje River's eyes flashed, and just when he was about to speak, Yicha grinned and put his hand down.
Just listen to the fountain let out a loud and terrible whimper, and the water flow turns red. The fresh natural smell was replaced by the strong smell of blood in the blink of an eye, and the newly grown grass turned black and withered.
Yi Cha stood leisurely and contentedly with his back against the fountain of blood.
Moro Yelifu's expression became extremely serious. A pair of silver-grey eyes stared straight at him.
"I was asked by my mentor to help." Yi Cha stretched out a hand toward the fountain, and blood flowed from between his fingers. He squeezed it hard and blood splattered.
Yi Cha licked his fingers, "There are not many kind-hearted guys like me. There are three things I hate the most in my life. Once I encounter them, I will do my best to stop them.
The first thing I hate is meaningless internal friction. "
He looked at Moro Yelifu, and his expression turned extremely fierce in an instant. "So, let's not be so pretentious. Let's talk about what we have to say, okay?"
Moroje River's expression changed, and she raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow and looked at him.
"Okay." She finally said, twisted and walked away.
Icha jumped off the fountain and followed her.
"Shall we start by introducing ourselves? Silver Dragon?" He followed Moro Yelifu up a long column of steps and smiled.
"You don't have to. What do you want to know about me?" Moro Yelifu didn't look back.
