Not all ancient laws abhor wandering, some of them were even born to wander in the void.
However, the stronger the ancient law, the more dependent it is on the place of birth. They are afraid of leaving their homeland, resist leaving their homeland, or even cannot leave their homeland at all. Their power can only be maximized at the place of birth, so it is rare to see too powerful ancient laws active on the cosmic scale.
——Observer Zero Three calls this “land rights.”
Like other powerful ancient laws, the "Chixian" civilization of Wuyuan is very introverted. Probably only Wuyuanxing, who is its important ally, can figure out what kind of people there are among the "Qi Masters" who are in charge of the planet.
There are only two people who are famous. One is Chen Wei, the "Magic Sword" who has been appointed as an emergency lifeguard by the alliance and has been active on the Galaxy front all year round. The second is "Xuanhong" Ji Zangyu who robbed people of their money and raised their ashes.
——Considering the ancient law's emphasis on real names, these two people probably used pseudonyms. Of course, Milo also heard that Xuan Hong was called "Jing Huang" by that mortal, but observer Ling San didn't specifically explain it, and he didn't know which one of them was the real name of the boy in red.
Or it could be neither. Not very important anyway.
He pushed the power to the maximum in his thoughts. The neck of the boy in red raised up unnaturally, making a strange creaking sound when it was on the verge of breaking.
The other party pushed his head down desperately, and his face became distorted. But it was most likely not suffocation or pain, but simply being pissed off. Milo had previously discovered that the other party would make movements similar to "gasping" when emotions were intense.
But what does a guy who can fight hand-to-hand in a sea of methane need to breathe?
Therefore, breaking the neck bone is not to make the opponent "die", but to tear off the boy's head as a preliminary action. He couldn't figure out where the opponent's fatal point was, so obviously he could only try to tear the opponent into pieces as much as possible.
The golden nightingale on the boy's shoulder chirped.
The thin body that Milo perceived immediately disappeared again. The nightingale's cry temporarily gave the boy in red almost equal "land rights" to him.
The young man lowered his head, and Long Dao and Cuixing flew towards Milo's feet at the same time. At the same time, a violent storm also blew towards the young man from behind the orchard.
As the defense mechanism of the Power Garden, another legacy left by the Spellweavers is the golem army "Golden Guardians". Unlike the permission mechanism of the door, in order to ensure the continuous supply of power to the garden, they only threaten the goal of stability of the power source.
Of course, it's not the well-behaved Milo, but the "Seventh Palace Cuixingporo" with a strong heterogeneous spiritual field effect.
The dazzling golden light shines in the changes of the sun and the moon. Swords, guns, knives, muskets, individual cannons, and some weapons that Milo couldn't figure out what they were, were all aimed at the boy in red. At that moment, even Milo was curious about what the other party should do.
It is impossible to bring out defensive magic weapons anymore. Given the opponent's extremely typical ancient-style neurotic character, all the properties of the "Seven Feathered Phoenix Fire Shield" must be placed on the damaged ship ornament. The boy in red who has restrained himself in attributes probably has no prepared defense means.
The golden nightingale continues to cry - that is ineffective against the "golden guardian", it is just to maintain the equality of "land rights".
Then the Long Dao vibrated.
Time stopped briefly.
It was not an illusion caused by super-speed thinking, but a real phenomenon that appeared before Milo's eyes.
The sun and moon stopped spinning. The river stopped flowing. Flowers bloom without hesitation.
Then the flames burst into flames.
It's not the high temperature effect caused by Suixinghoro, but the bright red and cool fire that is most common in the cognition of "mortals".
The fierce flames soared like a red bird, reaching high into the sky. At the end of the red dance, "that thing" and Miroku's eyes met.
Somehow, his thoughts were still functioning in the stagnant world, and he was smoothly analyzing everything happening around him.
Time-stopping spells do exist. In the era of his birth, tower mages had already advanced the research and application of magic nets to a brilliant level, and even time and space could be interfered with with high-level spells.
But that is different from the phenomenon in front of me.
The dynamic garden created by the Spellweavers is not limited to a time shift within a certain area, but a true "acceleration of the historical line." It can be said that the moment the gate city was activated, the star layer was torn out of the continuous world. Abandon this entire "hometown" completely, so that the floating city can rise into the sky.
It can be said to be a ritual like ascending to a god.
Then, the spellweavers who ascended into the sky fell back to the earth like falling stars. The survivors completely lost their ancestors' abilities and skills, and could no longer call themselves gods, so they had no choice but to use the name "Unteren" who was in the lower world.
The Garden of God has lost its creator, and even if it is usurped by someone in every possible way, it can only be used simply, and there is no hope of reproducing the technology.
So what exactly appeared in front of him?
Some kind of alien law spreads in this garden that has lost its owner.
"That thing" in the fire shook his head slightly and showed a smile.
It is neither a triumph over the odds nor a mockery of the loser. In the depths of those eyes with wildly dancing flames, a fake love and compassion gradually emerged.
His senses burned. From the "seeing" point of view, an indescribable liquid fire appeared out of thin air.
Then time flew away like an arrow.
Countless golden weapons rushed towards "that thing". They passed through "his" chest, head, eyes, hands and feet, and then flew out as if they hit nothing. All the curses and spells attached to the weapon had no reaction, as if they had just passed through a ball of air.
"That thing" is still smiling in Milo's vision, and his willpower is too hot to get close to, but it seems to have disappeared on the material level. It was not astral, gaseous, nano-sized, quantized, or any other form of defense that could be destroyed by Spellweaver technology.
"That thing" simply "does not exist in this world".
If what perception cannot capture is the "visualization of spiritual thoughts," then what reality cannot capture is probably the "nihilization of images."
Then he understood.
"you already……"
The words were cut off by the blowing foehn wind. He controlled himself to fly up, easily avoiding the green flames, and then continued to look at the other party.
Just for a blink of an eye, the "nameless thing" turned into the boy in red again. When Milo met his eyes, he noticed huge fear in his eyes.
——It was just an accident. He made a judgment based on this.
The boy in red panted like a mortal, gritted his teeth and rushed towards him. The golden nightingale clung to his shoulder, crowing endlessly as if facing the last moment of its life.
——If you keep screaming, it's probably not far from being scrapped, right?
Milo seemed to suddenly wake up from a dream. He smiled at the scene. Although there were many surprises in the process, the decisive moment was pretty much what he expected.
He raised his hand and threw out the wooden box, then accelerated it with his mind and shot it towards the golden guardian. The golem faced the attack and immediately raised the psychic cannon in his hand.
The boy in red changed direction without hesitation. In that sudden bend, the golden nightingale's thin claws almost tore the fabric on the young man's shoulders into pieces.
Milo stretched out his palm towards it.
The golden nightingale in the range of mental power is very slippery. It can be sensed but difficult to exert force. It must be some kind of protective spell. But every time the nightingale sings, this protection weakens.
——For such a small golem, the spells that can be run at the same time are naturally quite limited. I'm afraid that the spells "Earth Power Grant", "Power Person Perception", and "Anti-Imagination Protection" are all recorded on the same core.
The golden nightingale got off the shoulder of the boy in red and ran towards him without any resistance. That goes completely against the wooden box. You can only choose one no matter what.
The boy in red continued to pounce on the wooden box.
Milo stretched out his hand to greet Nightingale, and just before grabbing the "key" to the garden, the long knife swiftly slashed through the middle.
The golden nightingale was shattered. Gemstones of various colors shine brightly in the sunlight.
The chirping suddenly disappeared, and the demon in perception became slippery and difficult to catch. Among the pieces that had been split into two, Milo realized that he could only choose one to take away.
He stretched out his hand, barely managed to grasp the part with the bird's head in his palm, and then scanned the spell engraved on the inside.
The result was nothing. The bird's head was not the core of the golem.
"Are you looking for this?"
The boy in red grabbed the wooden box, avoided the rays of the psychic cannon, and then fell back to the ground. A white rope came out of the young man's collar and grabbed a small gray object from the grass.
Milo looked over and found that it was a heart made of lead.
The white rope was wrapped back around the young man's hand, and the nightingale's lead heart swayed accordingly. Milo couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene.
"...Is it really conceivable that the key to the Golden Garden is actually made of lead?"
The young man in red put away the Cuixingguo, and the golden guardians surrounding him immediately fell still.
"Do you want to continue fighting?" the boy said.
Milo thought for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.
"Forget it, the key and the wooden box are in your hands. As long as you open the door and run away now, I will have to use up my brain cells here alone... It's boring. Why not spend the last time chatting. "
The young man frowned again and said, "Psychic surgery can be undone..."
"It was treatable before, and it's no problem to stick it on." Milo waved his hand and said, "But after falling into the Sea of Chaos, I saw something even scarier. Do you know how that lunatic Fen Chen performed mental transformation? He actually captured the conceptual body of the third original species and used its remains to do this... Alas, guys born on the rational side are so perverted. That guy Eden was really born in the wrong place. In short, I’m dead now, I can’t kill you, and you won’t kill me, so I have to wait for my brain cells to run out.”
The boy in red looked at him and asked, "Why did you kill that wolf?
"Ah, that's just a whim, right? Thinking of giving an old friend a surprise or something."
He smiled and said: "You know the story about the king and the nightingale, right? I have been thinking just now that the mechanical nightingale was thrown away not because the king hated it, but just because it was 'useless'. So what about the mechanical nightingale?”
"Hey, don't talk about whether these things are there or not. Even the power of the original species may not be..."
"The answer is it doesn't matter." Milo said, "Why does the machine feel resentment? After all, it just relies on the clockwork to move! Singing, pecking out the king's eyes, anyway, there is no difference to the machine, it is just twisting the clockwork. Things are different.”
He was starting to get bored.
Execute instructions repeatedly. It makes no difference whether it comes from a king or a viper.
"——I don't understand what's the fun in having a live nightingale sing every day, but that probably doesn't mean much to machines."
What does the robot bird want to do? Until the power of the clockwork is exhausted, no matter what you do, you are executing someone else's instructions.
What is truly “autonomous”?
There was a pause in his thinking, and then he burst into laughter.
"Hey, let me tell you a secret." He said to the boy, "The rich friend who gave me the black card, his name is Akira Bin, and he claims to be an ordinary farmer..."
The boy in red stayed for a second, then suddenly flew upwards. At this time, Milo stretched out his hand, reached inside the wooden box with his mind, and then pushed it out suddenly.
The wooden box exploded into pieces.
The young man turned his palms to catch the things that fell out of the box, anger appearing on his stunned face.
Milo also flew up. The flying long knife cut off his left leg, and he rushed to the young man as if he didn't realize it.
"Trick or treat!" he shouted excitedly, pointing his palm at the thing in the boy's hand again.
The young man in red finally showed his calm eyes, and then the white rope shot towards his abdomen with a lead heart.
"Acacia" itself cannot hurt people, but the lead heart tied to it will not be snatched away by Milo, probably because he wants to use that quality to severely injure him.
Milo suddenly lowered his body, then opened his mouth with a big smile, and let the lead pop into his mouth like a child catching a thrown candy. He felt the nightingale's cold heart punch through his mouth and all the way out from the back of his head.
He was satisfied and considered it an accident.
Then the spinning clockwork stopped abruptly.
