"What are you going to do?" That's bullshit. He sat where no one wanted to be, asking questions that no one wanted to hear and that everyone knew. Lanlewin wants to grasp the trends of the world and let the universe development event group trigger according to his own logic. Let the open books be ignited and the active minds forgetful. Such a glorious and great purpose. From the beginning to the end, it is purely redundant. "What do you want me to do?"
"I'll take you back." The outer outline of the "Brown Beggar" gave off a burr-like tremor. It seems that he is gathering strength to transform into something else. "You will convince Nesis on my behalf. I will put aside the competition with him."
"Is it because of the appearance of Dosmas?"
"You don't have to ask why."
"Because of Dosmas?"
"Why did you repeat it? I won't tell you why."
"Just because of Dosmas???????" Icha glared at him. Deadly hell. The eternal enemy of the holy and pure. Scalp-burning flames. radish. For the sake of Dosmas, Lanlewin will let go of the addictive game that he and Nesis have played in turning the universe and the nine planes over like little cards in their palms for more than ten centuries.
Why?
Wouldn't it be easier to accept it for Jing and Ruimu Gange? Where did the glorious, great, insidious and cunning purposes go now? ? When he got here, he discovered that Lan Lewin hadn't even stated that purpose yet. Everything is just his speculation. It is assumed that before it is confirmed——
"Bless you, and suffer," he added ferociously with all his strength. I couldn't think of a worse word for a moment. Terrible. Yes. This shows that he is not sick at all.
"You promised." Lan Lewin leaned back.
Go ahead and suffer. How could he hear the approval in that sentence?
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Finding a metz took longer than normal. But Dosmas didn't feel it at all. Nothing stands in the way, right? He just fell asleep. And according to dear grandpa Ezhaint's biography—one that doesn't even have his name in the main title—The Devil's Sleep isn't worth the fuss. Yimeizi did not run around, but stayed in the office with transparent walls that was becoming more and more ordinary at the same time - with a slight change, it rose to the sky above the entire city.
Correspondingly, the original Olympian was looking out along a wall. His bright golden eyes were focused on his work.
Dosmas hesitated a little and touched the bridge of his nose. Where's Willy Shaw? This is the part he really cares about. He had many things to add to the master biography - although he knew everything, it was obviously important to describe the psychological activities vividly. But even he could feel that the timing was not right - after falling asleep in a conversation with the Other, he woke up and looked for the scribe first thing. Um. Grandpa also seems to have talked about the shameful topic of demons.
Anyway, what he finally asked was: "How are the students?"
"Alive." Yimetz's answer was simple. "But not as long as you."
"Aha. Of course," Dosmas said. Then I realized that I didn't let it control it to just the level of my heart. "I made the right choice. I believe it."
Metz turned around. With a confused look on his face. Of course, Nesis also turned around. The two golden orbs that represented its presence stared directly at him, making a slight sizzling sound.
"That's what I told you in the form of a report." There was discernible meaning in the sizzling sound.
"I believe it." Dosmas shrugged his shoulders and smiled. Nesis took the initiative to speak to him, a small symbol. "What are you doing?"
At the beginning, the atmosphere was very much like Metz's inability to answer - or speaking out a lot of data in a purely analytical tone and drawing empty tables - a stunt. But he soon discovered that today was a special day. Yimeiz sat down behind the calculation table and stretched out his dry fingers to a place he couldn't see——
The whole room is elevated. They started at the top of the Fifth Olympiad Academy. rise slowly.
The regular buildings and areas under the floor changed from large grids to small grids. The square outer wall of the college is indented by small grids. Then the entire Fifth Mathematical Olympiad City appeared. Then there’s the iconic circle of black rock formations surrounding Devil’s Tower—thick, dark red cracks dotting them. Further out are the remnants of some colorful forests, wastelands, and small gathering areas - you can see many various creatures along the way, but except for the Bubble Goblin as big as a small house, the others are not that big. obvious. When the entire Only Star Five shrank into an area as large as the room floor, the Bubble Fairies also turned into small dots and became difficult to identify.
Soon they were above the entire Wei Xing Qi surface. Dosmas looked at the soles of his feet and wondered what his grandfather would be thinking about at this time - he was too calm to make creative guesses.
"What did you see?" Yimetz asked. He used the tone of a dean. Um. Dosmas has experience. The rightness or wrongness of a choice may not always be superficial. In other words, he might still answer a dull direct question incorrectly. But why not?
"I saw the tenth plane," he said.
"The only star miracle. Created by Chaint Sinkadestu, Keqier, and Moro Yelifu."
Yimeiz introduced it quickly and with a sense of process. "Its initial coordinates were provided by Ruimu Gange. The extra space outside the nine planes. The backup unit of the nine planes in the universe." He placed his hand again where he could see it. The room's ascent stopped: "This place is divided into nine levels based on nine planes. It houses volunteers, refugees, slaves, reconstructed bodies and pure data storage from all planes.
If the nine planes are now destroyed to an unrecoverable level, based on the existing data stock of Wei Xing Qi Plane, using strict standards, they can be rebuilt to more than half completion under appropriate conditions. In fact, this is what happened during these seven thousand years. During the reconstruction period after the demonic invasion, Wei Xing Qi Meng and these residents from all over the world played an important role in various reconstructions. Of course, the standards are less stringent. These reconstructions were also substandard. "
Dosmas almost fell asleep again. "It's awesome," he said. "As expected of my beloved grandpa. When he is away, the Wei Xing Qi Meng he built can also save the world for him."
"Except this time." Yimeiz said. "The Plague of Silence will spread from him, to you, to the entire plane, and then to the entire universe. Everything will gradually stop and collapse."
"Everyone will become very quiet, won't they?" Dosmas smiled.
Sizzling sound. Nesis is turning.
"Originally, I assessed that there was no need to remind him." Yimeizi said. "But I think it's important for you to know: The spread is happening, and it's happening fast."
"Oh. Then we should rush forward and stop it? Just like grandpa."
"No. We don't do that. Not now," Nesis hissed.
