After receiving the message thrown by Xuan Ming, Shanglu turned around, smiled sheepishly, and wiped away the tears on his face:
"Xuan Ming, I am crying with joy, I finally became a warlock!
The system boundaries have been confirmed through the mutation of my thought body! "
"Ah! Great!"
Xuanming was overjoyed and turned to look at the gate of the villa behind.
Just now Nanxing and Jinu were worried and asked themselves to come over and ask Phytolacca first.
In fact, the two little heads by the door of the villa also saw Shanglun's smiling face, and knowing that nothing was wrong, they also came over here.
As soon as Nan Xing took a step, he felt his center of gravity was unstable and fell down.
Ji Nu looked at the confused Nan Xing curiously.
Nan Xing touched his head and climbed up. As soon as he took a step, he suddenly found that his body was light and he could reach a height of several meters in one step.
Nan Xing was shocked, feeling as if his body had lost weight. In the midst of confusion, his body suddenly sank again. There was no time to do any protection, and he fell to the ground with a bang!
The slave was also very surprised and subconsciously tried to pull Nan Xing up. Unexpectedly, he felt that his body suddenly became as light as a feather. Instead of pulling up Nan Xing, his own body was suspended.
The two of them stared at Shanglun with big eyes and small eyes.
Then he saw the fat face with a wink and a wicked smile.
"Phytolacca!"
"Phytolacca!"
The two were angry and curious.
Xuan Ming also realized that this was Phytophaga's ability causing trouble.
Seeing Shanglu smiling and walking towards Nanxing and Jinu, Xuanming followed suit.
However, Xuan Ming walked one foot deeper and one foot shallower, stumbling and feeling that his body was light and heavy at times, and the usual walking became extremely difficult.
Xuan Ming was surprised:
"This is the earth spirit's gravity technique!"
"Ha ha……"
Shanglu laughed loudly, released the spell, pulled Nan Xing up, also supported the slave, and threw out a message to the three of them:
"Haha, I am also a warlock!"
Nanxing rubbed her butt in disbelief and asked curiously:
"What is your earth spirit specialty?"
Phytolacca looks very proud:
"I have been deducing it for a long time. Before brother and the others left, I had even thought about the subsequent spells and applications!
My intuition at that time knew that I would activate my abilities related to gravity! "
The three heads nodded in succession:
"Yes, you have said twice that you want to become the most powerful elementary earth spirit warlock. How powerful are you?"
Phytolacca's face became serious, like a legendary master, with his hands behind his back, he raised his eyes and looked at the lake that was already covered with ice under the lake viewing platform, and faintly threw out the message:
"General earth spirit magicians, from low level to high level, generally have the following spells, stone spell, body protection spell, heavy spell, earth thorn, flying rock spell, wind erosion spell, meteorite spell, mountain spell, geographical change, group Petrification, and finally the legendary super-level spells such as Vicissitudes of Life and Meteor Shower.
But we, Phytolacca, in addition to these spells that will be commonplace in the future, also have one more ability derived from heavy spells, and that is gravity control! "
"Wow, Phytolacca is so powerful. Can you tell me how to use it?"
Nanxing Jinu is no longer angry.
“Now I can only manipulate and change the gravity in a small range, such as changing the gravity of several human bodies, and the range of change is also limited.
When I reach the mid-level warlock stage, I will probably be able to change the force field on a large scale. Anyone who enters the range of my force field will be greatly affected.
His weight may even flatten him. He may also take a step and accidentally fly to a height of 100 meters, and then fall down... Whoops! "
Xuan Ming, Nan Xing and Ji Nu were a little dumbfounded, but don't tell me, this ability is really strong!
Jinu's eyes were a little unfocused:
"How can we fight like this? My ice arrow and frost blade may fall due to the change of gravity as soon as I get close..."
Nanxing murmured to himself:
"Yeah, if I get squashed as soon as I get close, I'm going to use a shitty magic..."
Xuan Ming scratched his ears and cheeks, but couldn't figure it out for the moment:
"That's not right, how could there be such an unreasonable spell? Big brother said that there is no spell that has no solution, but we didn't expect..."
Ji Nu was a little depressed. Seeing the coaxing look of the little fat man Niu Pi, he really didn't know how to break this spell. When he got angry, he slapped Shanglue on the head:
"Damn little fat man, if you are so powerful, why did you cry just now and make the three of us worried? You deserve a beating!"
Phytolacca's arrogance suddenly disappeared, and he replied pitifully and with a low eyebrow:
"This... I haven't been able to break through... I'm stuck at the last one, so why don't you be impatient... I'm crying with joy!"
…
In the City of Glory, there is a small window on the towering tower of the Glory Cathedral.
The old man with supreme status and dark green eyes overlooked the entire city covered in winter snow. The white snow seemed to cover up all the dirt and sin in the world, allowing the false whiteness to extend to the sky.
A large group of federal standard-armed "Manta"-class vehicles, mixed with two even larger "Ancho"-class vehicles, slowly flew over the Federal Congress on the east bank of the city and flew toward the west.
Under the strong promotion of President Angus, Speaker Theresa, and Defense Minister Dimitri, the volunteers to assist in the defense of the East Japan Kingdom finally formed a corresponding team and set off today.
The mage legion of more than two thousand people planned to bypass more than half of the home planet, cross the West Wind Ocean, cross the central Inca continent, cross the endless ocean, and arrive at Luben City, the capital of the Dongri State, to assist in the defense.
Looking at the vehicles, which were getting smaller and smaller like flying birds, disappearing in the western sky, the old man's eyes showed a mixture of complex emotions such as benevolence, piety and unyielding, and more of a look of disdain:
"It's really stupid. This can only be regarded as a comforting explanation to dozens of countries and people, but for the Dongri country, it may bring a greater disaster.
Presumably, that hopelessly ancient empire will also have volunteers flying east across the ocean to annihilate these federal mages.
I can't delay any longer, I have to fuse two to three more carriers, maybe I can achieve a balance! "
Gregory secretly encouraged himself and disappeared from the inconspicuous window.
Soon, his figure appeared in a concert hall of the Federal Opera House.
After being completely integrated with the old nun at the charity home, Gregor discovered that his degree of control became relatively smaller and his time awake became longer.
Therefore, he is full of expectations for the upcoming integration.
At this time, it is not the time for the opera house to perform. There are various performance rehearsals going on in different practice halls.
In the practice hall where the old man appeared, there was only one violinist practicing in it.
The deep and full sound of the piano vibrates the space, bringing people deep comfort.
When I heard the melody, it was the famous Cello Concerto in B minor.
The violist's performance in the practice hall has reached the third movement, a moderate Allegro-Andante-active Allegro, from B minor to B major. This movement expresses a joyful mood full of vitality in the form of a free rondo. .
The old man stood at the door and did not rush in. He listened quietly for a moment, and even showed a knowing smile on his lips.
The fiddler in the room, with her back to the door, was wearing a slightly tight royal blue dress. The large open shoulders exposed her white shoulders. Her wavy chestnut hair fell down her back like a waterfall, following her body shape. Shake left and right.
The air-conditioning temperature in the practice hall was set a bit too high, and there was already a slight amount of steam evaporating from the violinist's side and head.
Looking from the door, the plump and curved back of the sitting figure really looks like a lively cello.
The old man closed his eyes slightly, extinguishing any trace of compassion in his heart.
The music suddenly stopped and the fiddler turned around.
She was a lady about forty years old, beautiful and demure.
She has not finished playing her favorite concerto, and the beautiful and lively music made her cry with joy!
But her instinctive intuition allowed her to sense the gaze of the person coming from the door.
After she stopped playing, she was a little confused. This old man seemed familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.
She was about to stand up to salute or ask questions, but was stopped by the old man who walked in slowly and raised his hand:
"Very beautiful music, very charming feelings!"
The cellist was about to express her thanks when she was shocked by the old man's dark green gaze. She panicked and felt an inexplicable fear.
The old man's eyes did not match the voice message he conveyed.
The gaze is greedy, like a predator that has discovered a beautiful but weak target.
The cellist suddenly felt chills, as if the air conditioning in the opera house had failed.
Then he saw a dark curtain of light, filling the entire practice hall.
…
After a long time, the practice hall became dark and messy.
The air conditioner failed, the lights disappeared, and the old man stood there alone. There was a ball of royal blue dress in the room, draped diagonally on the cello.
This time, the old man did not immediately lose control of the fusion. It was much better than expected, but he felt sad.
He walked over gently, picked up the cello, and sat down.
After a while, the sound of the piano sounded like running water again.
The deep sound of the piano is filled with sadness and violent conflict.
"Bang!"
The sound of the piano was interrupted again, and the old man stood up, dropped the violin, and looked towards the dim door.
A blond young man was leaning against the wall, his face full of indifference, staring at the old man, the disdain on his lips was very obvious:
"Hey! Poor betrayer, I find that your heart has softened... This is not a good sign, haha, Ainula's piety, the librarian's indifference, the professor's nobility, the criminal's unyieldingness, the researcher's Humility, the kindness of the old lady, and the feelings of this lady...
Can these beautiful attributes really change the character of a betrayer?
The backflow of the river is really sad. "
The old man remained unmoved and continued to stabilize his mind and control the discomfort and loss of control caused by various abilities.
The blond young man's voice was still cruel, with an inexplicable hatred:
"Haha, if you continue like this, you won't resist if I want to fuse you in the future...
What a sad life?
Is this what a traitor should do?
You have embarrassed the traitors! "
The sharp words made the old man lose control instantly.
"boom……"
After the loud noise, the old man disintegrated into pieces!
It was like a violent gas explosion had occurred in this room, everything in the room was turned into pieces, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows were shattered.
But a moment later, as if time was reversed, the debris from the old man strangely gathered together again to form the image of Gregor.
His hoarse voice message directly sounded in the sea of consciousness of Myrobalan:
"Haha, haha, ridiculous, you will become a monster without any humanity, you have no compassion, no kindness, no nobility, hahahaha...
Without these noble attributes, you will never be Him, or His Messenger! "
Myrobalan's indifferent face turned serious:
"Why should I become Him or His messenger?! Ridiculous, I hate all so-called gods!"
The old man's figure became much more stable in an instant, and he seemed to have straightened out some of his thoughts.
He stopped talking and looked at the blond young man quietly.
There were sirens outside and the chaotic footsteps of firefighters.
The old man's figure gradually faded.
In the darkness, the dark green and mocking eyes seemed to remain.
However, the corner of Terabulin's mouth was also sarcastic:
Old man, do you know Vasily’s forbearance?
