These are really despairing words. Just listening to them makes me feel unspeakably sad.
"You will never understand this kind of pain. Even breathing is a mistake. I have lost everything and just want a vigorous death."
"I really don't understand."
Jiang Chenchuan slowly walked up the steps and gradually approached the manager. He never relaxed his vigilance, including the strange noises coming from the suitcase, which he keenly captured, just like what he saw on the tram that day.
Boom!
The knocking sound inside the box became stronger, as if something alive was about to break free.
The manager glanced at the mechanical storage box and smiled with relief. Now, he had nothing to be afraid of.
"In order to make myself look more like an alchemist, I wanted to buy a mechanical storage box on the underground black market. However, I didn't know until the transaction was made that even these imitations require a certificate from the Alchemy Association."
That qualification review was a hurdle that he could never overcome.
Later, he went to a bar to get drunk. Suddenly, a woman wearing a black cloak sat next to him and placed a brand new mechanical box in front of the manager.
"I seem to hear your desire."
That woman was like a demon conveying desire. With extreme temptation, she approached him and whispered.
"This... is just for you."
As the narration stopped, the lock on the box clicked, and he broke free and bounced open. With the power of infinitely amplifying evil thoughts, a small wooden head came out, pulling the box, with a clown painted on his face. Grinning makeup.
The lights above the head dimmed instantly, and the dark malice squeezed in from all directions. Even Jiang Chenchuan could feel it, and the surging power in his body was unconsciously released to resist the red color emanating from the little puppet in front of him. breath.
"Gahahahaha..."
The puppet's mouth opened and closed, with a coolness that penetrated the skin, and it made a horrifying laugh. It was a sound that did not belong to humans.
"This is Sequence Nine...[Destruction]."
If the visitor was not Jiang Chenchuan, he might be affected by this power that distorts consciousness. The puppet stared at him fiercely, half of his body lying outside, as if he was thinking about something.
Relics cannot be completely destroyed, and most of them can only be collected by suppressing or restraining power. However, destruction can indeed alleviate the impact of evil thoughts to a certain extent and allow for better recycling.
Jiang Chenchuan didn't want to talk too much nonsense. The communication had become meaningless at this moment. Instead, he took action directly. He strode forward, as if he felt threatened. The puppet crossed his fingers and only heard " With a loud bang, the originally locked cage was slowly opened.
A green fierce light lit up in the darkness, a deep roar, the cell door opened wide, and the beast walked out, scratching the iron cage with its sharp claws, making a sharp and piercing sound.
"The carnival of fighting beasts has begun, distinguished guest, I wish you good luck."
The manager looked like a spectator on the audience stage, and said leisurely. As his words fell, there was a soft click, and the mechanism connected the entire chair and turned it over. Even if Jiang Chenchuan wanted to do something, he couldn't keep up with the speed of the machine.
Jiang Chenchuan threw the stick and sword in his hand, but failed to keep the manager. The nail left a deep mark on the wall, and he felt the danger approaching from behind.
"Start your escape!"
"Gahahaha..."
All that remains is the terrifying mechanical laughter of the puppets.
As soon as the staff and sword were withdrawn, the beast began to run towards Jiang Chenchuan. There was no fighting space, so he could only grab the iron railing above his head and jump over the beast's head.
It rolled on the ground before stopping. The beast had no time to turn around and knocked over the beautifully decorated items. Flying sawdust scattered on the ground, and its huge body got stuck in the small space.
But Jiang Chenchuan knew that it was only a matter of time before he was able to escape. There was a dead end going in, and he could only return to the Colosseum from the original route, which was currently the best means of escape.
No longer suppressing his own abilities, the power of [Resistance] is more flexible than [Order], and Jiang Chenchuan can use it more smoothly. [Resistance] ignores the rules, and can change the shape of the power and obtain an increasing effect.
He adjusted his posture and ran towards the exit. The beast behind him also turned around at this moment, unwilling to let go of the delicious food that reached his mouth. The huge impact knocked many cages to the ground, and the parrot They shouted "Hello, audience" and "Good evening" and flew toward the light.
…
Yas suddenly began to regret agreeing to Ethan's suggestion. This elite consultant from Atlas Alchemy Institute seemed so reliable, but was so unreliable.
"Consultant Ethan, are you sure... we want to climb so high?"
He leaned on the outer wall of the Colosseum, getting further and further away from the ground. Looking at Andre, who was getting smaller and smaller, and with the snow falling all over the sky, he couldn't help but feel panicked due to the cold.
"Do you still remember the alchemical formula of 'falling steadily from high altitude'? It was once considered by the world to be incredible magic, but it was widely used in magician performances. It was dismissed by many alchemists, but they forgot that this kind of magic Shiki is a type of survival technique."
"Remember something. After all, such a simple and easy-to-use technique is rare."
Yas was like a student who was suddenly called on by the teacher in class, full of nervous emotions. His areas of expertise were obviously exploration and protection, and he was suitable for cooperating with combat handlers, but he was asked by Ethan to climb the wall.
"Then do you still remember the interruption technique and the conditions I taught you?"
After reciting it silently in his mind, Yas dared to reply:
"Remember to remember."
"That's good."
Ethan stood at a section that was not like a platform, turned around and stretched out his hand to Yas. Yas held it with one hand and put the other hand on the wall, and then he stood up as well, and the icy cold current blew. The blow made Yas's legs weak.
When you look up at the sky from a high place, you always feel that you can reach out and touch it. The fine snow falls on your eyelashes, is blown gently by the wind, and then flies away into the distance.
"Remember, the room behind Miss Reina is just a point, but it is also the most critical point. The real magic circle has always been the entire Colosseum. Therefore, during the activation of the magic circle, we will be Isolated.”
Listening to Ethan's words, Yas could only nod. Not to mention that he was completely unable to understand too advanced knowledge, but he was too cold to reply.
"The point expands into a surface. How to describe it? You can imagine it is an inverted cylinder wrapped in a cone. The closer to the point, the stronger it becomes."
As Ethan explained, he drew something in the air with his hand, leaving a faint trace of light.
"By the way, I almost forgot to tell you. This is the most critical step to write the technique backwards."
"Counsellor Ethan, do you have to tell me this from such a high place!?"
Because of the strong wind, Yas couldn't hear clearly, so he could only roar back.
After the final touch was completed, Ethan turned his head and said with a hearty smile:
"certainly."
Then, he raised his foot and kicked Yas down.
Surprisingly, the isolation formation opened a gap, and he was not blocked by any means.
"Ahhhhh..."
Accompanied by Yas's screams, there was also Ethan's last instruction:
"Remember, fall steadily from high altitude!"
"You...you...ahhhh..."
