dominate!
Just a glass of wine can make any life become the master on the spot!
"This is impossible!"
Zheng Xiu didn't respond, but the orange cat opened his mouth wide and denied with a trembling voice:
"This is impossible!"
"If it is so easy to achieve 'dominance', why do countless gods flock to it!"
"And how can you survive until now with such a treasure?"
"hiss……"
The magician secretly took a breath: "Sure enough..."
Annie narrowed her eyes. If it weren't for the fact that the magician was already a "projection" and spoke in such a Riddler-like tone, she would have slapped him with her paw, which was so annoying. Anne asked: "What's true?"
The magician said:
"In addition to the common sense of 'getting drunk', 'wine' is often given some beautiful wishes and 'symbols' by people."
"For example, the extremely famous 'Wine of Eternal Life'."
The magician looked away from the glass of wine with difficulty. Although becoming a master is not too difficult, a treasure is a treasure after all. A glass of wine that can make any life become a master makes the magician very curious about the taste of that glass of wine.
"Another example: 'sweet dream', 'madness', 'courage', 'nonsense', 'fantasy'..."
"The master is the one who takes a certain path to the extreme and transforms it into a 'concept'."
"Wululu added...'miracle' to His wine."
"This cup of 'Wululu's Despair' is a cup of 'Wine of Miracles'."
"A cup, a 'miracle' born out of despair."
The magician sighed: "A long, long, long time ago, I was fortunate enough to witness a glass of wine leading to the birth of a 'miracle'."
"And Wu Lulu is famous for not lying."
“He said this cup of wine will make you a master, and you will become a master.”
The magician lowered the brim of his hat so that others could not see his expression clearly.
In an understatement, he said,
Say the last sentence: "If I guess correctly, He can only brew one cup of this cup of wine in his lifetime."
On the screen, Wu Lulu nodded without denying: "Yes, only one cup."
Annie lowered her head, looked at the hole in her chest, and raised her claws. There was a looming authority like a "loophole" spinning on it.
She suddenly felt that the domineering authority of the pointed claws was no longer fragrant.
"So precious,"
Zheng Xiu took a breath and said seriously: "Is it really okay to give it to me?"
The magician gave Zheng Xiu a strange look: "Why, don't you want it?"
"no,"
Zheng Xiu scratched the small pimple on his forehead and fell into deep thought.
The "whispers" he heard when he was immersed in the Black Source Sea and temporarily became part of the "collective consciousness" still echoed in his mind.
"They" say it's wrong to be a "master".
Somehow, he believed in the "whispers" of regret, annoyance, and pain in the "collective consciousness." Because at that time, Zheng Xiu almost became a part of "them" and integrated with them. Zheng Xiu was themselves, who would lie to themselves?
He believed that the way to become a master was wrong, but what was wrong and what was right, to Zheng Xiu today, it was like the moon in flowers and water in the mist. Zheng Xiu could vaguely see it, but could not see it clearly.
His intuition told him that if he drank this glass of wine and became the "Lord of Correction", he would regret it.
But why?
After thinking about it, Zheng Xiu suppressed the excitement in his heart and licked his lower lip: "Can I... pack it?"
On the light screen, several gaps on Wu Lulu's face suddenly opened, looking like "shocked.jpg", while "Angel NieR", who had been quietly listening and preparing to attack, also showed a surprised look.
After a while, Annie raised her thumbs up and said, "As expected of you."
Qing Shisan walked alone and smiled happily after hearing this: "I really don't do business where I might suffer a loss. If I can't afford it, I have to put it in my pocket first."
After the shock, Wu Lulu was obviously stunned for a while. She didn't understand the meaning of "packing" at first, but later she finally understood. Nod.
A burst of light flashed, and the "Wululu's Despair" suspended on the wine fountain turned into a card, spinning.
Zheng Xiu held [Wululu's Despair] in his hand, and without waiting for Wu Lulu to explain, he seemed to be blessed and instantly understood the usage of the card.
It's very convenient, just crush it.
After putting the precious [Wululu's Despair] in his pocket.
The magician said: "It's time for you to go."
The magician's words instantly solidified the atmosphere in the Magic God's country.
Zheng Xiu said: "Thank you."
The magician shook his head: "No need. If you find our leader...please tell her,"
"Um?"
"The lights of the troupe will never go out."
"……good."
The magician smiled and clapped his hands, and the small garden, tea table, biscuits, and snacks all disappeared.
He stood up, opened his hands, and showed the palms and backs of his hands in front of Zheng Xiu.
Zheng Xiu didn't understand what the magician was doing at first, until all the spotlights in the world suddenly focused on the magician.
The surroundings were dim, and at this moment, the magician became the most dazzling presence in this small world.
"Hahahaha!"
"Hahaha!"
"Captain!"
"We're back!"
"The lights of the troupe will never go out!"
"Our performance has no end!"
"We are 'Nightmare,' we are 'The Troupe.'"
In the sky, strange-shaped silhouettes appeared. The postures of the silhouettes looked ferocious and terrifying. Laughter came from all directions. The lonely world suddenly became lively due to the appearance of the silhouettes.
Zheng Xiu's eyes swept over the silhouettes, but the joyful atmosphere made Zheng Xiu feel that there seemed to be a strong smell of "sadness" in the air. He remained silent, stretched out his palm, and let bundles of "reason" wrap around his fingertips and shuttle around him, letting laughter and applause surround him.
"Transform, penetrate, restore, shift, change, hide, cut, escape...prophecy."
"Magic, it's just the most basic techniques and skills, combined with each other, it's just a little trick that can't be performed on the stage."
The magician smiles and turns his palms over. This action is actually the magician's "starting gesture" at the beginning of the performance. He is signaling to the audience that there is nothing in his hands.
Zheng Xiu clearly knew that the magician was using the name of "magic" to create "magic", but he still said nothing and quietly watched the magician's "performance".
This is the magician's... final act.
This is also the Nightmare Troupe's... swan song.
"I predict that you will return safely."
"I predict that the long night will eventually end."
"I predict that one day the theater troupe's lights will shine on a corner of Yuanhai."
"I predict that there will be a ray of light that will light up your way forward."
"So,"
A black and white cane spins flexibly in the magician's hand.
"I will let you reach the end of your destiny."
"3,"
"2,"
"1."
"Have a... wonderful night."
Snapped.
The magician snapped his fingers.
In front of everyone's eyes, it was like turning off the lights and turning them on again. A ten thousandth of a second later, when everyone came to their senses, they were in a strange world.
Lead-gray black vortices overlap and freeze in the endless "sky". No, Zheng Xiu lowered his head. He couldn't even determine whether the "whirlpool" above his head was the sky, and whether the place he stepped on was the earth.
The viscous liquid was rolling under the feet, like a sea of clouds and a huge boiler.
What about the orange cat?
What about Qing Thirteen?
where are they?
Where is Wu Lulu?
Where's Neil?
Everyone disappeared, and Zheng Xiu was the only one left in this strange, empty place.
Zheng Xiu, who had stood for a moment, suddenly raised his head and looked to the "side" in surprise.
I saw an extremely huge "wine barrel", which was the "world ship" that Wu Lulu had appeared on the light screen. The "source" was spraying out behind it, breaking a big hole and rapidly disintegrating. Fall this way.
A palm hundreds of times larger than the World Ship, with blazing flames burning on the palm, unexpectedly smacked the dying "wine barrel" from the whirlpool to the ground.
The direction was changing, the wine barrel was blown away, spun away, and disappeared from Zheng Xiu's sight in an instant.
"Wululu!"
Zheng Xiu never expected to see Wu Lulu's world ship crashing as soon as he appeared. He was about to catch up and take a look, but the next second he felt a chill on his back. He subconsciously stopped and turned around slowly.
Shirley appeared behind Zheng Xiu at some point, and her face showed an unfamiliar look to Zheng Xiu.
"Uncle, you are here after all."
Shirley pouted as usual and complained: "Obviously, uncle, you don't have to come in. This 'tower' is too dangerous for uncle."
"tower?"
Zheng Xiu noticed a strange word in Shirley’s words.
"Uncle, didn't you notice?" Shirley asked curiously, "This is a tower."
Shirley, who was wearing a snow-white dress, was spotless. With her bare feet, she lightly "stomped" her feet: "This is the tower. They are all here."
"them?"
Shirley thought for a moment and nodded: "It's 'them', 'them', 'all', they are all here."
Zheng Xiu's expression changed, and he flew high while keeping an eye on Shirley.
He crossed an unknown distance in an instant. Here, there is no gravity, no space, and no concept of time.
His first feeling was wrong. There was no distinction between the so-called "sky" and "ground" here.
While rising into the air, Zheng Xiu's "spiritual consciousness" came out, and his whole body was shaken the next second.
As Shirley said, it's a tower.
A building... extremely huge, bigger than any "concept" Zheng Xiu knew, deeper and further than the "world", "universe", "time", and "reincarnation". He stood on a "tower" that seemed to run through the source sea.
Countless corpses, squirming flesh, roiling bones, and sticky divine blood were squeezed onto the tower.
In these squeezed flesh and blood, Zheng Xiu "saw" huge gears, pale palms, twisted Buddhas, bat-shaped hills, cat-paw-shaped lakes, broken doors... everything Zheng Xiu could imagine , unimaginable, living, dead, decomposed, fused, everything, everything, everything, squeezed into a... tower in an extremely violent way!
Is this a tower?
Zheng Xiu's eyes were horrified, and a waterfall of black light washed in his eyes. He tried hard to get a glimpse of the tower, but after all, he was just a god, a mere god. In an instant, a feeling of inferiority, smaller than an ant and humbler than an earthworm, surged into my heart uncontrollably.
On this tower, "everything" that can be seen in Yuanhai, or that Zheng Xiu has never seen, is gathered.
Gods, masters, humans, creatures, everything, everything, have become part of the "tower".
"vomit--"
A dizzying feeling squeezed into Zheng Xiu's brain strangely, and he actually let out bursts of retching.
"Buzz buzz-"
Countless voices were like a spoon, stirring crazily in Zheng Xiu's mind. Zheng Xiu couldn't hear clearly what those voices were saying. The grievances, anger, and unwillingness of billions of creatures, gods, and masters converged into one voice, instantly destroying Zheng Xiu's consciousness.
Like a tsunami, a wave that cannot be resisted.
In front of this huge "collective", Zheng Xiu was too small, too insignificant.
(End of chapter)
