Chapter 255: General hand-phase symmetric vector re-planning and concentrated emission between fluids

Nesse looked directly at him. The vampire behaves calmly and calmly. The expression reminded him of when he was still a low-level apprentice. He raised his head from the cold stone table and saw the faces of the high-level warlocks half-covered by shadows under their hoods.

Those faces made him laugh now.

"You'd better stop using that word," he said.

"In Chaint?" Lasnuolo raised the corners of his mouth and gave an insincere smile. "I thought our only connection was the Demon Duke. Normally, talking about things we have in common is a way to build friendships. I really thought this would work for you. Like I just expressed. I Trying to win over you——"

Nesse shook his head. "Another word."

"Dictator?" Rathnorro called back a specter nonchalantly. "Or, little servant?"

There is one thing that Nesse gradually learned from seventeen years of life, and then overturned it in a short period of time: when two animals look at each other with sharp eyes, the next sudden action will directly cause the other party to suffer. fierce attack. This is the breaking of the so-called vigilant atmosphere.

Lasnuolo had just broken that alarming atmosphere.

"You just wanted to do something evil to me, right?" The vampire bared his teeth and smiled.

Nesse turned and walked towards the temporary arithmetic center of Yimetz - a tent turned into an old cat-skin hat. Why was he fussing with a passerby who was about to leave? Besides, it's already late at night. They don't need to waste so much time. Guests here should have already made their choice—if not, they should work on their ability to make decisions quickly.

That's it. He will announce the arrival of daylight in a moment. Guests willing to join his plan can start right here. They will do three things:

Search to find the whereabouts of Zhante Sinkardostu. Delve into the lives of the undead. Set out to form a pan-universe resistance against Beelzebub, Lord of Hell.

The remaining guys returned and continued to do the work originally agreed upon.

Rescue plans for large excursions will not be affected too much. He even saved them nearly five days.

about there.

"Almost done?" He walked over to the skeleton.

"Not even close." Metz didn't even raise his head.

Nese looked at him. The original Olympian's calculation table was filled with calculation paper full of holes, and he used the tip of his pen to puncture new paper to perform calculations. Two Juji apprentices pulled the papers through a metal bar with a hole in the middle. Densely readable symbols appeared on the pulled out part.

"You said you didn't mind questioning," Nese said.

"I did say that. Idiot." The original arcana mage replied while busy.

"Then, what else is hindering us?" Half a day ago, Nesse would have felt that such words were too tit-for-tat - the big skeleton in front of him was inconspicuous and acted funny, but no one would not be in awe of his identity. .

But at this moment, a strange confidence filled his chest. "I expect that you will provide decent evidence, just like an Olympian would do. Use complete proofs or logical conclusions to support behavioral guidance." Nese said, "If not, then we might as well follow the purpose. Come up with a plan that can be done."

"The funeral is not over yet."

"It's because we didn't let it end. Does anyone here care about this funeral?" Nesai raised his head and looked around. Even the hair-knotted philosopher stopped and leaned under an umbrella-shaped wooden frame. Several shrimps and tigers were standing there. Wrapped in his long hair, he slept soundly. The purple mother's snoring was even more deafening, shaking the purple children sleeping on her beard.

Hele is gentle.

"No."

Nese emphasized, "So we need a clear reason now."

Metz paused for a moment, then picked up a compiled piece of paper between his bony fingers and handed it to him.

Nesai glanced at the note and read the contents silently.

It says:

Generally, the hand is designed with symmetric weight loss and focused emission between fluids.

He looked at the Mathematical Olympiad puzzledly

division.

"The general hand phase is symmetrical loss-weighted planning and fluid-centered launch." A Metz shrugged with a bone-judged shoulder, repeating the above symbol, "You want the obstacles. The variables we haven't determined yet. Get it done. Prove it." You are not an idiot. I can refer to your doubts."

"What is that?" Nese couldn't help but ask.

He was prepared to be laughed at or ignored. But unexpectedly, Rasnuolo stepped forward to relieve the siege.

"Praying in the middle of the lake."

The high-level vampire held a wine glass that he didn't know where it came from, and interjected: "A prayer in the middle of the lake. Its function is to pray for the dead creatures. It is regarded as one of the most terrifying taboo rituals in disaster-like beliefs."

"What about us?"

"For ordinary believers, it is just the yearning for a good life. In our ceremony, the goal is of course the "life" after death of the deceased. ” Lasnuolo emphasized the word “life”.

Nese turned around and glanced at the skeleton math mage sitting at the front of the table:

"Sounds like just one of the ordinary funeral rituals. Why is this an undetermined variable?"

"It's really ordinary. This thing is listed in the third section of the program. It's not even the finale. I guess you didn't see it at all."

The high-level vampire shrugged, glanced at Metz, and smiled slyly, "For some old guys who want to turn themselves into a line of type, this thing is more boring and useless than Ladybug Jump Rope."

I don’t care whether Ladybug’s jump rope is useful or not.

But since the original Olympian said this was the only obstacle, there was no reason not to give it a try. There were no disaster believers present - he knew this was no coincidence.

Nese decided. Let Lasnuolo Benches Long take him to the "lake" specially prepared by Willy Shaw for the funeral.

Said it was a lake. It was just a sunken ground, with a viscous fluid that couldn't be called "water" accumulated on it - this fluid also reflected light, but it reflected a dark yellow color like bronze.

Of course, there is nothing written in the program about how to do this damn prayer in the middle of the lake.

Nese gathered the elements and mobilized the energy according to the basic procedures of casting spells.

The dark yellow copper water made small waves.

"By the way. There's no body yet. So there's no one to pray to." Lasnuolo came over to add.

Nese increased the energy, and the small waves came together to form a small hill. "unnecessary."

"That's right. If you do well enough, you will be able to point smoothly no matter how far away you are -"

"Can you join me?" Nese interrupted.

"Let me think about it." The high-level vampire pretended to think, "If I release my power and we are attacked at this time, I may not be able to protect myself..."

The hillock trembled.

"I promise to keep you as safe as possible from now on," Nesse said.

"You just promised there would be corpses!" The vampire laughed.

"There will be." Nese said with difficulty.