No, no!
Soon, a confident smile appeared on "Anya's" face. She had already thought of the fatal weakness in Zhou Li's words.
"No, no!"
Mass looked at Zhou Li and shouted excitedly: "You're lying to me, you're lying to me!"
"There is no time at all. To build a pipeline that can withstand that level of energy, it cannot be done in a few months!"
Yes, there are too many loopholes in the plan Zhou Li mentioned, so many that a discerning person can see the biggest problem at a glance.
There simply wasn't enough time.
If given enough time, Mass believes that with Tariq's technological level and mobilization ability, it is not impossible to build these pipelines that can accommodate the energy of the energy tower. After all, they have initially mastered these energy sources, and simple transportation can still be done.
But the question is, is there enough time?
It's been less than a month since the Twelfth Quarter attack began. How could it be possible to build so many pipelines in less than a month? This is simply impossible. From the source, this plan is impossible.
"Yes, I'm lying to you."
Zhou Li also laughed, "There is no such plan at all, you can scold me now."
"Scolding you? Does that make sense?"
A ferocious smile appeared on Mass's face, "Destroying what you cherish in front of you is the most perfect decision."
"Go ahead."
Zhou Li made a gesture of invitation and said in a confident tone, "I suggest you start with the City of Twelve Moments. They are less vulnerable, especially Lilas."
"Oh, you..."
Mass, who originally wanted to taunt Zhou Li, was suddenly stunned. He turned around, and a torrent of energy suddenly poured out from the sky and hit the ground directly behind him. He looked at the gap in the sky and the endless energy in shock, and his original words suddenly got stuck in his throat.
"Go ahead."
Zhou Li looked at the Mass in front of him indifferently, his voice cold to the bone, "Before I destroy the Tariq people before you, you should work hard."
"What are you doing?!!!!!!"
With eyes wide open, Mashi screamed at Zhou Li: "Are you crazy?! You are crazy!!! Do you know what you are doing?"
"nonsense."
Zhou Li stretched out his little finger to symbolically press his ears, and said impatiently: "Of course I will use the energy from the energy tower to inject it into Mosk, otherwise what? Inject it into you?"
"You are destroying Tariq!"
Pointing at Zhou Li in front of him, Mass felt the "unreasonable" emotion for the first time, "The most I can do is crush them mentally, but you want to completely destroy them!"
"it does not matter."
Zhou Li shook his head and said with a bright smile: "It's better to die in my hands than to have your soul toyed with. I believe most people don't want to die. The decisions I make must be cold-blooded but cruel, but it doesn't matter. This has nothing to do with I have nothing to do with it."
"To the outside world, I just say it was you who did it and that's it. It doesn't matter. You have shouldered enough blame anyway, so this is enough."
Mass suddenly twitched, and his head began to hurt. Feeling the increasingly dense torrent of energy behind him, he trembled and shouted angrily: "You are crazy! What qualifications do you have to make decisions for these people! Stop, you are anti-human!"
"Fuck you, dad, I've told you several times, this is not ***."
Zhou Li frowned, took out the recording crystal impatiently, and shouted loudly: "You, the God of Emotions, have committed sins, controlled the void, and destroyed Tariq. Now you want to fight against Twelve Hours. What do you want to do next time? I don’t even dare to think about it!”
"You fart!"
Miss couldn't hold it back and swore, "I didn't do anything! It's all your fault that happened to the energy tower!"
"What's the barking of a dog? It's not you who caused the energy disorder in the Elnoa Energy Tower? Silly dog, you're still barking."
"You're trying to trick me!"
Mass suddenly reacted, he gritted his teeth and said evilly
: "No, you are guiding me."
"almost."
Zhou Li nodded. He took a step back and raised his hands. There was only calmness in his voice. "I'm guiding you, don't think about it."
"Don't think?"
Mass was startled, and the next second, the energy torrent that was originally going to completely bombard Mosk and blow the city into ruins suddenly condensed. At this time, Mass suddenly realized a question.
Why hasn't it exploded yet?
It's been so long, why hasn't the torrent of energy that keeps pouring out exploded?
When Mass suddenly felt that the earth began to tremble, the city's buildings began to slowly change, and the country named Tariq began to "come alive", an extremely terrifying thought appeared in his mind.
No, no.
There is a problem, there is a problem with everything.
Something must have been forgotten, something must have been hidden.
Mass began to feel his mouth go dry, and he froze. He had not felt such an emotion that he could not understand in thousands of years. His teeth began to chatter, and he wanted to say something, but a look of panic gradually appeared in his eyes.
"Want to run?"
Zhou Li looked at Mass, clearly looking straight at him, but Mass felt as if he was standing on a high mountain looking down at him, "Do you feel that something is wrong?"
"Mr. Frog in the Pot."
Zhou Li never regarded Anya as a real opponent.
There was only one person he looked directly at
mass.
From beginning to end, the target in Zhou Li's plan was not Anya, but the god behind her. From the very beginning, Anya launched the plan to overthrow Tariq. When there was no stop for twelve seconds, Zhou Li understood that the gods had been secretly pushing the plan, and what Anya did must be related to the gods.
Later, when Yin Jue became a god, Zhou Li understood that this was Yin Jue's unique way of reminding him that what Yin Jue had always fought against was the gods. Because only by becoming a god can he completely escape the fate of being controlled by the God of Commerce and becoming his pawn.
Herinen, the king of Tariq, had long understood this. Therefore, he believed in Zhou Li and this non-existent variable. He handed the Grand Consul's medal to Zhou Li, and he also handed a key to Zhou Li.
That’s right, there’s never just one key.
This old man finally deceived everyone, whether it was Twelve Hours, Tarik Vladimir, or even his own son.
As early as when the old man became the emperor and received information about the key, he understood that the key was definitely the focus of the twelve quarters.
This key cannot be used directly, it requires a pre-existing contract. This contract was divided into three parts, namely the Morgan family with the blood of the pioneers, the blood of Tarik Vladimir who founded Tarik, and the blood of the Tsarist Empire.
When the heirs of these three bloodlines gather together, the contract is activated, and the key gains the right to open the city.
In fact, this city named Mosk has long been more than just an ordinary imperial capital. In fact, Tariq's real steel behemoth, or in other words, Tariq's real patron saint, is this city.
This city was transformed by three geniuses and legends: Tsar I, Louis XVI, and Tarik Vladimir.
Tsar I established the Great Barrier, which could block the prying eyes of the gods. Louis XVI used his authority to build the city into a huge door, blocking the arrival of gods. Tarik Vladimir integrated the radiance crystal and the blood of the Morgan family into this giant door, allowing the breath of the pioneers to infect this giant door. God, there is nothing that can be done about it.
This door will not be perceived until it is closed. Twelve moments just know that there is a key, and once it falls into the hands of a caring person, the gods will become extremely passive. But they don't know the effect of the key, or even know that the key's true form is actually just two medals. The so-called gathering of successors of three bloodlines is only a prerequisite.
"Try it."
Zhou Li looked at the god in front of him with a strange expression and said with a smile: "Try it, can you still go back?"
"Go back to your warm little nest."
Mass felt a kind of crazy emotion spreading in his heart. In fact, after a muffled sound like a giant door closing in the city, he had already started trying to escape from this body. However, no matter how he broke away, he failed.
This city has become his prison.
The formation of the Brave Guild is not to trap oneself at all, but to confuse oneself. Zhou Li has been inducing himself to solve the puzzles he set, such as the enchantment and the pipelines. In fact, Zhou Li's purpose has always been to completely descend into this body and then lock the door.
"What's the point?"
Gritting his teeth, Mass said sternly: "I am God, the God of Emotions. If you trap me with you, what is the difference between trapping a wolf and a sheep in a cage?"
"I can still kill you, easily."
"Yeah?"
Zhou Li raised his eyebrows, then asked softly with a sarcastic smile: "Under the God of Emotions, haven't you discovered something yet?"
"Are you too excited?"
!
Mass suddenly froze, and then he discovered the biggest mistake.
From the beginning to now, the biggest problem is myself.
How could the God of Emotions, who controls all emotions, be so out of control? Yelling like a madman, how is this possible?
"To create a puppet, you really need to inject emotions into it."
Zhou Li looked at the mass with his head in front of him and began to fall into confusion. His voice slowly sounded like a devil's whisper, "Is there a possibility?"
"If the puppets die, these emotions will still have to be returned."
"impossible!"
During the mass, veins popped out, and Anya's beautiful face was full of madness, "If she has emotions in her heart, I can't come at all! Even if the dolls die, those emotions will not come back! You are lying to me!" "
"Anya's mind is made up of two parts."
Zhou Li looked at "Anya" in front of him and said calmly: "The first part is a corridor. There are countless monsters and deep darkness in this corridor. There is also a huge body of flesh in this corridor. She calls herself For Siliya, she is Anya’s master.”
"She said that it was all a lie. You pretended to be her and asked Anya to make her into a puppet. Behind all of this, you were the one taking the lead. Whether it was handing over the power of the thought puppet to Anya or taking a step You are the one who controls her every step of seducing her into resisting the gods."
"Then, there is a huge and vast space. In this space, there are countless intertwined and complex color structures, like a kaleidoscope, and the colors are arranged in no order."
Zhou Li paused for a moment. These were the messages delivered to him by the magician and Arthur Morgan. After getting this information, he understood one thing.
Anya is not ignorant of the existence of the God of Emotions.
In a sense, she was secretly resisting it.
"If my guess is correct, that corridor is Anya's painful memory. Or, in other words, it is all her own emotions. She put all her emotions in that corridor, and in her life, most of them are Part of it is misery and pain, so that corridor contains my most guilty memories, as well as countless monsters."
Gently tapping his knuckles, Zhou Li narrowed his eyes and asked slowly, "Then here's the question."
"What is that kaleidoscope-like world?"
"kaleidoscope......"
The God of Emotions was stunned. He seemed to understand something, but he couldn't grasp the line. He stared at Zhou Li and asked harshly, "What on earth are you going to say?"
"The most important thing for children to play with a kaleidoscope is to learn about colors."
Zhou Li did not answer directly, but said slowly
: "Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, various colors overlap in front of the eyes. It is beautiful and allows children to recognize colors."
"So, what does Anya want to know?"
Slowly holding his right hand, Zhou Li raised the corners of his mouth with naked mockery, "Guess, what are the emotions in those kaleidoscopes?"
"impossible·····"
The God of Emotions fell into panic, "It's impossible, how could she realize it?"
"Of course she's studying."
Thinking of the girl with a distinctive personality who looked weak but was extremely perseverant on the battlefield, Zhou Li said coldly: "The kaleidoscope in her heart is an example for learning those emotions. Everything she does is imitating, Imitate the emotions of those dolls.”
"Her emotions of happiness, sadness, pain, etc. are all Anya imitating the puppets she made. And that kaleidoscope is just one piece after another of other people's emotions."
"You erased all the colors in the kaleidoscope. You thought that this would prevent any emotion from appearing in Anya's heart forever. But what you didn't expect was that the colors in the kaleidoscope in Anya's heart belonged to others. Her heart was originally Blank."
Thinking of Torea, that girl who was very similar to Anya but completely different, Zhou Li spoke slowly and in a low voice.
"You helped her erase the poor imitation. Then you can think about it."
"Can your pope develop new emotions after experiencing this?"
"If it is not broken, it is not established."
