Chapter 12 Bad Taste

Beelzebub became very angry and smashed the first three planets he saw to pieces.

The fourth and fifth planets she dissolved with acid. She tore apart the sixth and seventh planets with a pair of forelimbs, and tore apart the seventh and eighth planets with her two pairs of hind limbs. The tenth planet was crushed into a ball by her and fell into a bright-rimmed planet shaped like a wide-brimmed hat. Inside the dark hole. One of the planets was torn into pieces by her twice, and she had no memory of how she treated the other planet.

She was still very, very angry. Just stop.

too slow. It’s too slow to tear them apart one by one. She directly sent those planets flying towards her. Then crush them all into the darkness in one breath. She opened a gap of pure black in the dazzling star cluster. Then another slice. Then randomly connect those gaps together.

star. Then the stars are no longer pleasing to the eye. They glow, big and bright.

Annoying to her.

Beelzebub rushed towards a star, fought it and emerged victorious. She didn't bother to occupy it, hell was hot enough. And that kind of heat is what she likes.

She simply let the star explode from within.

The blast wave grazed her forehead. She stretched out one of her hands and felt a large lump that stuck together - a ball of fuzz that had melted together and something sticky was oozing from underneath.

It doesn't hurt. The pain only made her angrier.

Beelzebub was angry enough. She brought all her hands to her chest and rubbed them vigorously.

"IChaint!!! Where are you!!! IChaint!!! Come to me!! Come to me!!!!" She screamed with ten million voices, Rushing suddenly into the depths of the star cluster.

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Icha stood up.

"New statement? Facts? Estimates? Please add." Yimeiz didn't look up, and the paper made a rustling sound.

"None of them." Yi Cha smiled.

He paused for a moment, then walked around down the steps and out the back exit into a long, narrow corridor.

The place they are in is actually very big. He and Yimeizi had never been to most of the rooms, but only expanded their knowledge and explored the general contents. He knew that this corridor existed and where it led, but this was the first time he had had the thought of going there.

Echa walked forward without touching his feet in the corridor. At this moment, he knew that the name of this place in the outside world was "The Castle of the Stabler". The location is at the highest point of the mountain range called "Tuan". Although when he talked to Yimeiz, he would only refer to it as "this damn place".

The corridor was lined on both sides with blazing torches and sheep-head arches, the shape of which was exactly the same as Willy Shaw's terrible taste - full of fantasy and not allowed to dwell on it. The third to last scariest thing is that this self-proclaimed occult scholar really thinks that a demon duke and his family, as well as a universe-famous Grand Arcane mage and his family, should live in such a castle. The second to last horrible thing is that he thinks they should have a similar family and should live together.

The scariest thing is that there isn't even any attempt to hide this taste.

It's really bad. Yi Cha sighed slowly and moved forward without squinting.

Two thousand two hundred and twenty on one side and two thousand two hundred and forty on the other. The corridor disappeared into thin air as if it was cut off behind approximately 4,460 doors. Numbers are meaningless. It may just be the number of words in a certain chapter in Willy Shaw's mind. Continuing the corridor floor are scattered steps suspended in the darkness, rising up to where they cannot be seen.

Each of them is a trap. He knew this before he came here. Willie Shaw's ideas are sometimes redundant. Because of the existence of one trap, the same traps on the second to last steps are purely redundant. And the first trap was originally redundant.

Echa took to the air at the edge of the corridor and descended to the back of those steps. Sure enough, I saw the real path leading to the real steps.

He followed the darkened passages and fell into a small temple.

Just like what he had experienced before by stretching his cognition, the sculptures at the entrance to the temple and the interior decoration were terrible. Terrible. To make a demon's hair stand on end.

never mind. Just pretend he didn't see these things. Only a madman would accept such a foreign object in his home. Only a crazier lunatic would argue with Willy Shaw about the taste of these foreign objects.

Yi Cha walked into the temple, passed through three mechanisms that Weili Xiao must have thought were too ingenious, and finally found what he was looking for:

A huge "stone" lying flat on the "mysterious array".

A stone is not a stone. But Icha was just going to treat it like a stone. Willy Shaw's mystique is also a trap - even more terrifying than the trap on the steps just now - it specifically targets intelligence and aesthetics, causing pain to those who watch them.

The "Mysterious Array" is a real mysterious array. There are really surrounding characters around the magic circle, and the words "mysterious magic circle" are written continuously in the devil's language ring. He frowned when he saw the fonts.

Icha sighed. Put your hand in a dark handprint higher up on the boulder. The print wasn't even the same size as his hand. The fat one is the same as the green orangutan. It made him want to sigh even more.

never mind. Forget it again. When his hand touched the fingerprint, a voice immediately floated in his ears. It made him forget about the terrible things he had just seen.

He heard a familiar voice first.

Keqier's confession.

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"You're back. New statement? Facts? Estimates? Please add." Yimeiz was still at the same place, still not looking up, and the calculation paper was still making a rustling sound. There was nothing going on here, but he seemed extremely busy.

Yi Cha randomly picked a step and sat down.

"I remember. The cosmological constant has been calculated. So what are you still calculating now?"

"Correct. The cosmological constant. Just like you said. Its abstract expression is exactly: 'Forest of All Things'. As for what I am calculating, it is very obvious: I am calculating the correlation. Since I am clear-headed here, I can resist the author The only existence of power is you and me.

Leave the superiority aside. Thinking only of your and my actions will be clearer and easier to calculate. Therefore, if those guys are not clear-headed, there is little correlation between the success of our actions. Then we don’t need to overthink their situation. "

Yimeizi's answer was still straightforward. "That said. I'm doing some serious math on whether to give up on other guys."

Yi Cha propped his head and looked at him.

"The cosmological constant... I don't know that such an abstract thing can be expressed more abstractly." He paused for a while and smiled. "But I know. Besides you and me, there are indeed brains that can resist the invasion of Willy Shaw's horrible taste."

(End of chapter)