"Oh. It's you." Nesis said to him. Ke Qier glanced at him and immediately turned away with pain. Today's image of the Omniscient Eye has only one head, which is very simple, and the expression on the face seems to be easier to distinguish because of this - like an accountant quietly putting a new seal made by a black craftsman in the back alley back into the drawer Bottom - the molten gold-like skin on his face flowed for a moment, and the ring of heterochromatic light surrounding his head disappeared.
"What are you going to tell me?" Zizisheng seemed to be laughing. "Oh. Not me," he said. “You have to tell my story—our story.”
Hello. goodbye. Polite expressions that should be used at all times. At least three sentences should be inserted between hello and goodbye, pointing to a person, thing, or place respectively. This is mentioned in the "Handbook of Sacred Negotiation". This is especially true for outstanding outsiders whose age meets certain standards.
Nesis definitely meets the definition of "an outstanding outsider of sufficient age" and should be treated with respect, but Keqier even wanted to omit the "hello".
"I'll be leaving soon." He whispered, looking outside but not finding another touch of gold. Right. Since Nesis came out to walk alone, he must have moved separately from Yimetz.
"Is our dean okay?" Dosmas' voice came from behind - he was already sitting obediently in the cage, with an innocent look on his face, as if he had never come out. "Former dean." He corrected. "I hope he's okay."
"He's fine." Nesis slid past Kezier lightly, lighting up the entire room. "He was just a little confused temporarily. So I asked him to think about it where he was. Think about it."
"The original Olympian's mind is also messed up?" Dosmas chuckled.
They may have just chatted, and then continued chatting for a while, or they may have communicated the deepest secrets about arcane brilliance, the kind that only the core members and the cunning bird sitting on the window sill know. But Ke Qier didn't have time to care. He just left.
Every once in a while, war reverts to its simpler form:
Both sides accumulate force in terms of quality and quantity to achieve the most intuitive appeal: to occupy territory, eliminate the other party, and inflict scars that will not be easily erased. Scars are used to create memories and then turn memories into habits. These habits will become the soil for the next war, thus achieving spiral development. Anyway, this is what Tubmo's long scroll on the art of war mentions, and it is clear and easy to understand. The unmentioned part is simply whether the spiral is upward or downward.
A war that is slowly progressing with little effort. As long as one of them is disrupted like a magic weapon coming from the sky - destroying supplies, inciting followers, tightening taxes, assassinating leaders, tampering with votes, etc., even a brief period of bad weather can do it. Greatly weakening one side of the war. As long as all the forces that try to provoke war are controlled and weakened to the point of being unable to do anything, then war and damage will never happen again.
ah. It was the good old days. This thought vaguely came to Ke Qier's mind.
Then he threw it aside in horror.
…
"Oh." Yicha lay under the tattered shade of a dead tree beside the crack in the earth, slowly wagging his index finger, instructing the rickety creature to clean the floor, paint the walls, and draw the curtains in front of the freshly built windows. "I got it." He seemed to be finally exhausted by the huge amount of activity, and it took him a long time to put his forearms under his head. "no way."
"Why can't we do anything?" Ke Qier asked. He found himself getting anxious. This was the first time he was anxious since Wei Xing Qi Mian collapsed. Well. right. first. The numbness swept away. It's like being poisoned and suddenly taking a swig of a panacea. For the first time, he felt that there was an opportunity and that he could fight for it, because it actually didn't -
"Weixingqimian was not destroyed by collapse," he said. "Dosmas told me that the Strange Face of the Star is immune to Zero. Since it was not swallowed by Ruimugange's 'Zero Point', there must be a way to save it."
Yi Cha seemed to be hit by something and turned over.
"It can't be saved." The demon faced the direction of the wasteland - the imps were working on that wasteland, cultivating soil and rocks, and accumulating material materials. "If Wei Xing Qi Mian is swallowed by the 'Zero Point', there is still hope. As long as Ruimu Gange can release it. Hmm." He paused, and seemed to be so tired that he was about to sink into the ground. "Oh." He sighed. "It's not 'release', it's 'retear', almost."
Ke Qier didn't understand. But there are clearly better questions worth asking. "Why can't it be saved?" The kid nearby saw the angel and started throwing mud at him, so he had to turn to the other side of the dead tree. "If the Wei Xing Qian Meng was not destroyed by Ruimugange, it would only be the work of Nesis and Yimetz, or both of them. If it is the worst case scenario, Dosmas is also involved." he said eagerly. "Then we can find a way to loosen one of the links -"
Yi Cha suddenly jumped up and rolled Ke Qier's eyelids. The angel stepped back in surprise.
"It's okay." The devil waved his hand. He lay down again. "I thought Lanlewin came here pretending to be you."
"It's me." Ke Qier was a little confused. In the distance, the relocation project of Mathematical Olympiad College has entered the capping-off stage. From the incision under construction, you can just see the axis of the Gathering Wheel - it is responsible for purifying the too broken energy into this devastated land. Ghosts gather nearby - lots of cute, familiar looking creatures. I didn't see a single student. "I know you don't want to go. But if you think of something, I'm willing to execute it on your behalf."
"No way." Yi Cha repeated. He tried to make a hand-spreading gesture, but ended up clasping his paw on a stone. "Blue Lewin and Nesis tore the positions of the nine planes from the flaws. If there were no flaws, they would be destroyed. Why does the only star wonder repeatedly fall into turmoil? The starting point of the Great Deflection, the gravitational crisis, Hybrid crisis, undead attack, and... forget." He put his other hand on his forehead. "The Plague of Silence has always existed until now, because it has to maintain resonance with the flaws of the world. Of course, the Returned Star Council once thought that this was enough."
"Returning Star Council?" Ke Qier shouted. "I have no idea……"
"I forgot to tell you." Yi Cha said weakly. "The report left by Erobaba summarized this possibility. It was just a possibility at the time, but now it seems quite reasonable..."
"Can I see those reports?"
"I don't know where it went." Yi Cha yawned. Then he clapped his hands. "Just ask him directly."
With a soft sound. The half-giant Erobaba crawled out of the crack.
