Fuji number.
A magnificent ray of light flows from the oval canopy, revealing a line of artistic words: Hyanthus. Then the canopy lights up from the east, and the model shows a spectacular sunrise over the sea.
A mechanized female voice came from the dome: "Good morning, it is now 8:00 a.m. on December 19, 3027. The weather is clear and the UV index has increased slightly. Residents in the shack area please go to the open area to receive sunlight in an orderly manner. Thank you Xi'an .”
At the stern of the ship, in the guest bedroom on the 25th floor of Sanxingshe's container building, Li Liang opened the curtains and overlooked the "morning rush hour" of the Fuji.
Between the dense container buildings, countless slender crane rails are intertwined into a network. The crane trains roar to and fro. The platforms located at different heights are crowded with people waiting in line. There are more people walking to work on the ground, making it crowded and chaotic.
At night, crowds of people flow from the slums to the upper floors, but during the day the opposite happens. The crowds are like water in a bathtub, flowing down from the "wellheads" all over the city, all the way down through the slums, and merged into the various munitions below the deck. factory.
When he visited the "Furong Club" arms factory a few days ago, Li Liang saw the bustling workshop scene. Those guns with excellent craftsmanship and can be called works of art were polished by a pair of hands with the help of a simple lathe. At the same time, he also learned that , compared to other cities, there are very few job opportunities in Fuji, and businesses large and small are controlled by gangs. Most people can only work for arms factories to earn some hard money.
The unique environment has resulted in a very weak sense of existence of the joint meeting, and the Bureau of Order has no place at all. On this giant ship, the gang's right to speak is beyond imagination.
At a glance at this moment, Li Liang could clearly see groups of members of the Sanxing Society. Those heavily armed gang members replaced the agents and maintained social order.
Perhaps it is possible for other cities to carry out top-down reforms to eliminate the influence of gangs, but in Fuji, gangs are everything in life, and the only way to reform is through recruitment and security. Fortunately, the real leader of Samsung Club is Zhang Dongxiu, a smart man people.
Withdrawing his gaze, Li Liang put on his pajamas and walked out of the bedroom. He happened to meet Cain coming out of the bathroom with a pale face, holding his stomach.
"What's wrong?"
"Trouble," Cain frowned and exhaled.
"What's the trouble?" Li Liang was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening. He thought for a moment and said, "Then... do you want to drink some hot water?"
"...Just go ahead and do what you have to do," Cain looked exhausted and walked slowly towards the bedroom.
"Would you like any painkillers?"
Cain waved his hand, climbed onto the bed and curled up under the quilt.
Li Liang closed the door gently and silently thought about turning back to "Introduction to Magic". Maybe there is a great aunt god who specializes in treating dysmenorrhea.
After hastily washing up, he sat at his desk and sorted out the magic books spread across the table.
Robben and his party boarded the ship in the early morning of the day before yesterday. The meeting lasted all day. Afterwards, Robben and Li Anqiao returned separately, and the group went to Zhongjing to assist Mizuno as a "whisper". Next, he spent a whole day studying "Abundance: The Mysterious Language System" in order to master the essence of abundance, the path of profoundness, and the language magic of the Archangel "Nobe" of the fourth Sephiroth, so as to understand the Titan Common Language in a short time.
His language talent is quite average, but thanks to the God of Chaos' control over the abundant essence, he does not have to rely on prayer to seek resonance with the gods like other magicians. This is equivalent to skipping the most difficult part, and the efficiency is amazing. high.
Putting the organized book code in the upper right corner of the desktop, he opened the latest issue of "Makosik Times" and read the headline article "Pay attention to the situation in the Void Sea, the brilliance of magic shines in the Kington Line" again.
After all, it is Makosik's "official media". The article focuses on praising the heroic performance of the Holy Knights in many battles, and only briefly mentions other members of the coalition, especially the Terranza Alliance. In general, the coalition is making great progress. , the Zerus Zerg are retreating steadily, and are about to withdraw from the Yinkan defense line.
In addition to this headline, other articles also analyzed the war situation from various angles. One of the articles explaining the coalition's flying units also mentioned Tifami's business master Bond.
In short, the situation in the Void Sea is very good. Li Liang wonders if he is a little too conspiracy-minded. Last time the Terrantha Alliance's act of exterminating civilization was exposed, he thought that the Nordrassil Council and Makosik City would definitely take advantage of the situation. , I didn’t expect that it would end in nothing, and this time it was like this again, with Harlan Potter showing an impeccable face of justice.
At this time, there was a knock on the door. He didn't raise his head and said casually: "Come in."
Allen pushed open the door and came to the desk, wondering: "Is someone injured and bleeding?"
"You smell it? Don't the Ozumai have a sense of smell?"
"I can feel...well, human blood," Allen glanced at the bedroom, "Is Cain injured? I know some basic healing magic..."
"No, no, no, no need," Li Liang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Okay," Allen flipped through the magic books stacked on the desk and said in surprise, "Have you finished reading them all?"
"I probably looked through it. I was just looking for you. I wanted to summon the Titans again."
Allen showed an even more surprised expression: "Have you learned the 'Nobe' spell?"
"Well, give it a try."
Li Liang carried the book "Titan" to the open area on the other side of the living room, turned to the page explaining the shamanic triangle, and silently reviewed the graphics and runes.
At the same time, Allen took out a bunch of bottles and jars from his pocket, which contained dust and utensils needed for shamanic rituals.
These things were left behind by Teemo when he left, along with all the books in the "Wanderer's Tent", and were put into Allen's magic pocket.
The so-called utensils are the carapaces of insects native to the spiritual world. There is no specific quantity requirement. Just scatter them in the shaman's triangle. The dust is nothing special and is a cheap consumable.
This is also a characteristic of shamanic magic. It seems that the threshold is very low. In fact, very few people can get a response from the Titans. On the contrary, magic is the opposite. Some complex magic rituals have extremely strict requirements, but as long as you follow the steps, you will be able to successfully summon the corresponding god. .
Li Liang closed the book, scattered a handful of insect shells, picked up a handful of dust, and quickly drew the shaman triangle. The painting should be completed in one go without interruption. He held his breath and concentrated on it, completely ignoring whether the posture was elegant or not.
At this time, he realized how difficult it was for Tam to stroll around while making "Calypso Tulle".
The moment the drawing was completed, Li Liang jumped into the center of the shaman triangle and chanted a long spell until the last sentence: "Yoda Kurian Miya Laimo."
The dizziness came as expected, and then the room disappeared and was replaced by a vast wheat field.
The breeze blows, and the wheat waves turn golden.
Turning to the north and looking into the distance, the huge figure stood up again and ran towards him. This time he was well prepared. He put the double-ring ring on his forehead and silently recited: "Sangkangsang comes to Ramkatsami."
"How's it going?" Allen stood not far away and looked around.
"Speak in Titan language," Li Liang raised his eyelids. In Ling's field of vision, a cluster of spirits emerged from the double-ring ring and lingered on his head.
Allen uttered two words, and at the same time, a floating echo sounded in Li Liang's ears: "The Titan, who is as majestic as a god and as close as a genus, is as loud as a giant dragon's roar and as close as Bami." The gentle voice of Serra's distant evening wind greets the humble and humble beings who have come from afar."
Li Liang turned around in disbelief and asked, "What did you say?"
Allen shrugged: "This word is generally translated as 'hello', but the magic of 'Nobel' will make you hear the original meaning in Titan language."
The literal translation is okay...
The rumbling sound came from far away, and Li Liang turned around quickly before he could complain, but was stunned for a moment.
According to human visual habits, an object must be small in the distance and large in the near. If it looks like a mountain from a distance, it must be unimaginably huge if it is close. If it looks like a lake from a distance, it must be clear if it is close.
However, what appeared in front of him at this moment... was still that shadow, hazy, with only an outline, and even the size had not changed. Although it was still very large, it was at most three or four meters high.
Totally counter-intuitive.
The shadow stopped, looking down, motionless.
Li Liang said cautiously: "Hello." The air around him vibrated, and an ethereal echo sounded. The same two sounds, but different from Allen's pronunciation.
The echo hit his ears, and he heard the "translation" of his own words: "The respectful and humble carbon-based life from afar sends greetings to the descendants of Titan Yoda, the incomparable Titan who rules the spiritual world."
The wave of "Nobel" is considerate.
He stretched out his hand not to hit the smiling man, and spoke so politely that the Titan would never go mad on the spot no matter what.
He relaxed slightly and waited for the shadow opposite to respond.
moment.
The shadow was shorter, seemed to be bent down, and made a series of muffled sounds, like a person groaning under the quilt.
"The First Cause of All Realms"
After speaking a lot, only one word was successfully "translated".
Li Liang was confused when he heard the words in his ears: "What did you say?"
Shadow said it again, but still only that word was clear.
"Ah?" Li Liang couldn't believe his ears.
The shadow came very close and said what he just said again.
At this time.
The dust that drew the shaman's triangle "burned" away, and the shadow quickly dissipated along with the wheat field.
Allen immediately asked: "What did Liannemi say?"
"..."
Li Liang was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses and said with a wry smile: "I think there must be something wrong somewhere. I only heard one word clearly."
"What?"
Li Liang said blankly: "Egg fried rice."
