So no. Nese thought to himself - he didn't think about it at all, he just subconsciously thought so. The star positions that comply with the guardian ritual are slowly becoming cluttered, and the best time will be missed after a while. And here he was being thwarted by a whim.
I don’t know what’s blocking it.
"Why are you willing to leave?" he asked directly.
"Why should I leave?"
Willy Xiao raised his upper body and opened his eyes in surprise. "You know how good my offer is. I come with such a good offer. So good. Not for myself, but for others. Just for the world. It's amazing. Why should I leave? Because I'm rebellious ?」
"Yes. I am indeed rebellious." Before Nesse spoke, his face changed and he answered solemnly, as if a hundred people were asking him questions at the same time.
"So you told me to leave. I refused to leave." He snorted enthusiastically, "You have been chosen, accept your fate - do you know why? It's definitely not because you are a lovable person. " He winked, "Actually, you don't at all. Didn't you expect that? "
"Unexpectedly, I refused." Nese said.
That's the way it is. Things are not progressing, and things are not getting better at all - for either side. The reason for this situation is precisely because both parties want to make things progress and make the situation better.
The stalemate quickly entered a new stage, as both sides gradually understood that high-speed movement, sudden advances, sneak attacks and escapes had no effect on the balance of victory and defeat, and only increased physical exertion. Their abilities are more than enough to maintain the current balance, but far from changing it.
So now they all sit in silence. After a while, Nese didn't even say anything. There was a period of time in which he wanted the occult scholar to understand a simple truth: he could completely let him go and instead implement the excellent proposal of "not for himself, but exclusively for others" on himself. But Willy Xiao seemed to have heard the funniest joke. He laughed for three minutes and then said no loudly.
Things are back to square one, and communication temporarily loses its meaning - for the same reason, they defend their views equally well, but far from being able to infect the other party. These are temporary, but it feels like it will never end. Nese's mood was so anxious that she went crazy, but her body was almost as peaceful as a sleeping baby. He had dressed up again because he really felt like this was never going to end.
In addition, it was also to make Willy Xiao shut up.
The arcane scholar failed to keep his mouth shut. No matter how much he continued nagging, it would not have much impact on Nese. Even if it doesn't have much impact, he will continue to nag. Soon, he started telling the story of the big gray pig and the three little wolves, and then jumped to the third chapter ten seconds or thirty minutes later (hard to calculate, the flow of time can easily become blurred under such nagging). The love legend between a vampire and a dog-man.
These were ignored by Nese. But these are also accommodated by the balance and become part of the impasse. They have always been separated by a careful distance, like an invisible fence in the middle - the difference from the prison fence is that there are cages on both sides of this fence. After a while, Nesse believed that he and Willy Xiao had entered a new stage, but in fact it was no different from the previous one:
Empathy.
They all knew that in order to break the current situation, something else had to happen.
I don't know if it's unfortunate or not, but their wish came true.
Fortunately, this new twist completely resolved this hopeless impasse.
It is certain that, unfortunately for Nesse, the star position this time is about to deviate from the usable range, and the ghost falcon is about to dissociate in the air as the energy of the magic circle evaporates. With his current abilities, the time it would take to make up for these shortcomings would far exceed the time it would take for the Void to invade, or for demons to sweep away the main material plane.
Fortunately, at that time, Willy Shaw would completely give up the idea of transforming him into one of the so-called "universal movers".
And equally unfortunately, the mystic scholars have no intention of helping to restore the magic circle and make up for the ritual. This means that half a day ago, Nese still had two protectors in front of him.
All the ways to protect the main material plane from intrusion (the number was simply more than enough, otherwise how many times would this damn world need to be saved?), in the blink of an eye, not a single one was left.
Fortunately, the emergence of the key being contained in the new variables, this wise, ruthless, and despicable being, opened up the two roads again.
Unfortunately, that being rejected both paths.
He didn't know whether he was lucky or unfortunate, but that existence led him onto another path, which he didn't know was lucky or unfortunate.
Fortunately or unfortunately, this other existence is Chant Sinkardstu.
…
But it would be a while before Chaint Xincades arrived.
Before this demon that Nese doesn't know what to call or how to deal with is late (in fact, when someone is really late to this extent, it's hard to call it a late arrival) , this balance full of impatience and stillness still exists, and their fate is in a superposition of luck and unlucky. His stalemate with Willy Shaw was also in a state of superposition of success and failure.
The path they could have chosen has lost sight, like a ghost falcon that has lost its shape, in a superposition of existence and non-existence.
In the distance, and in almost all places that are not too far away, the second wave of invasion from the demonic army of hell has arrived, and even the Xi Annihilation Action Association will launch the most brutal and desperate counterattack. These things have begun but have not yet ended. Those victims who are constantly being sucked into this cruel wave, those devourers whose throats are slit by the sharp blades of resistance, their lives are also in a superposition of survival and death. Those death numbers are in a superposition of odd and even numbers. Whether they can leave truthful records is also in a superposition state. Although their eyes were open at this time, their gazes were not sharp enough—not even enough in total. The large deviation interfered with everything—most of their eyes did not know this.
These eyes cannot allow these superpositions to collapse into reality.
They can only wait. And they are in a superposition state of not knowing whether they are waiting or a waste of time, and whether waiting will bring about the correct ending.
And then until those eyes come.
I don’t know how long it took. Black smoke rose from the center of the room.
