"If you want to build a tower, you should use bricks." The second incarnation said seriously from the side. But the incarnation of Fat Mansion said: "How about learning from Sparta's approach of guarding Hot Spring Pass, using the corpses of Persian soldiers to build a human wall? I personally recommend it."
As expected of me, the idea came out of his mouth.
Lin thought about it and decided to follow the steps step by step and learn how to build a tower in real life. The first step, of course, is to cut the magic material into an appropriate size and then use shaping to make bricks.
So does plastic surgery work? Lin cast the magic of shaping on the severed arm. In the strange scene of dense green light, the arm dissolved like mud and was reshaped into a rather large, square brick. The aspect ratio certainly corresponds to the golden ratio, which is almost intuitive.
Picking up the first brick in this dream, the three of them looked at it carefully at the same time. Although the power contained in it is a bit thin, it can still be clearly felt. With the encouragement of his other two selves and the expectant gazes, Lin walked a few steps away and laid the first brick on the dreamland.
Suddenly the heaven and earth changed, and thunder rumbled. The remaining clouds were taken away by the sky, and the blue sky seemed to be dyed black, step by step, from day to pure black. The grasslands have also disappeared, and there is no such thing as ground. There is nothing all around, except for four of them, one dead and three alive in this void.
The bricks pressed on the ground are firmly fixed in this void, vaguely dividing the ground from the space outside. The three of them looked at this almost nothing. Perhaps this was the most original appearance behind the dream.
"So it works?" Lin asked with some uncertainty.
But the incarnation of Fat Mansion said: "Look at this posture, do you want us to build from the floor? And I don't like to complain, but the brick is really too big. Are you going to build a pyramid?"
The second incarnation said: "Do you think this environment looks like an interface?"
After listening to myself say this, I realized that this black thing with nothing is very suitable as a development interface for software-like software. As soon as I thought about it, I realized that the Tower of the Great Sage, which I was most familiar with and had lived in for a while, was shaped like a dotted outline, from the foundation, beams and columns to the thickness of the wall and the support of the ceiling, a three-dimensional perspective with equal proportions. The picture stands in this void.
At the corner of the foundation is the brick that was just pressed up, and it is obviously much larger in size. In other words, the bricks are too big.
Lin stepped forward and cut off most of the brick, then used the shaping technique again. This time the size is just right and just fills the space within the dotted line, exactly. And it is this perfect fit that makes the brick body emit some spiritual light, rippling in the empty space.
Lin chuckled and suddenly rolled forward, narrowly dodging two knives coming from behind. He looked at his two selves with their mouths smashed and expressions of exaggerated regret, and said, "I had already guessed that you two bitches would sneak up on me from behind. It turned out to be true."
Before he could respond, the avatar of Fat Mansion stabbed the short man beside him with a knife. The machete passed through the neck and emerged from the other side, accompanied by blood flowing along the blade. He touched his belly with one hand and said with a smile, "Did you guess this?"
With a drag of the knife, the head fell to the ground. The headless body of the second incarnation fell to the ground sadly, threw forward, and fell into the dust. And the same severe pain hit Lin's neck. The feeling of having a broken neck was so vivid.
After a while, not far away, a young man wearing a junior high school uniform and a shaved head appeared again. He didn't yell angrily or show any expression of dissatisfaction, he just looked at the other two selves.
A communication without words is conveyed in the eyes. The three of them all knew that an endless bloody battle was about to begin.
Lin stepped back, turned around, and transformed into a blue-robed and silver-armored young general, holding a gentian in his hand, and shouted: "Changshan Zhao Zilong is here! The Tao is one inch long and one inch strong. One of you is a fat man, and the other is a middle-class man. Anyone who commits stupidity will be killed without even raising his neck. My dream is up to me."
The two avatars looked at each other, and the figure of Fat Man slowly faded away, replaced by a man wearing a red and green horizontal striped sweater and a brown and black bowler hat. The sharp iron claw of his right hand gently slid across the cheek full of burn scars. .
But the second incarnation has become quite powerful, wearing a messy sportswear, but the hockey mask and the even bigger machete in his right hand undoubtedly recreate the classic image of a murderous maniac.
Seeing the transformations of the two opponents, Lin couldn't help but feel aggrieved and shouted: "This is not fair, you can be killed by what you have become."
Five finger claws and a machete pointed at someone who turned into the image of Zhao Yun in Dynasty Warriors, and said: "One inch long, one inch strong, that's what you said. Compared with length, you are the best
