Because if the spacecraft is destroyed or lost in this chaotic space and time, its day will also come to an abrupt end.
It will no longer be complete and cannot be recorded on Branlavicz's forehead. this means:
Branlavicz spent a meaningless "day" that cannot be recorded
Nothingness is the most dangerous enemy flowing in time and space...
And just when Branlavicz tried his best to maintain the stability of the spacecraft. Suddenly, it glimpsed a rather interesting scene in the colorful time and space in front of it. This made Branlavic a little distracted.
As for the spaceship that was supposed to be destroyed in the chaotic time and space, Branlavicz's fleeting change of thoughts instantly led to irreparable destruction!
The next moment, Branlavic flew out of the exploded wreckage of the spacecraft.
It cannot go back in "one day"
And if it needs to look back to the past, then the unfinished "day" will no longer have meaning.
However, Branlavicz was not frustrated.
It stared at the distant scene in the sky at that time, its eyes full of curiosity.
It probably found a new "day"
Chapter 996 Bard - Branlavicz (two updates!)
In chaotic time and space, there are no clear and stable areas like the material world.
Yi Xia stands tall in this chaotic realm.
He turned his head and could see the earth's universe showing some faint fluorescence in the border of chaos.
This is the chaotic boundary between the earth and the multiverse space and time.
Although it seems that it is already the realm of chaotic void.
But for Yi Xia, who is already a frequent visitor to the Chaos Void in a sense.
He felt that this level of chaos was even within the normal category that the material world could bear.
Since there was no very stable area, Yi Xia randomly found a place in the surrounding chaotic area.
Afterwards, Yi Xia directly took out the head of Nixakaron, the murmuring soul that still had a strong enough aura of chaos and power of despair, from the item backpack.
Although the power of darkness has been completely purified and destroyed by the power of Zhuozhao. But this is not enough to completely reverse its taboo nature.
Therefore, when it was exposed to the chaotic area, it immediately caused some dangerous agitation.
Of course, this restlessness naturally subsided soon after.
Even the surrounding chaotic area suddenly became much "brighter"...
Of course there is life active in chaotic space and time.
But in Da Wu's view, it looked more like scattered shrimp hiding in the shoal. In fact, Yi Xia didn't even think of carrying a picture in her hand.
In this way, looking at the first draft of the "landscape belt" that had been arranged, Yi Xia nodded with satisfaction.
The specific time and space categories of the plane are divided differently in different regions.
Just like the original concept of the high seas in the material world, it has also gone through many twists and turns.
Generally speaking, for the realm of chaos, not many civilizations will incorporate it into their own plane concepts.
Although the areas close to the material world or the material universe will still be affected by relevant order rules and timelines to a certain extent.
For example, in deeper chaotic areas, the degree of chaos is often much softer.
Yi Xia feels that this can be regarded as a form of waste utilization.
To use a rather simple and crude comparison:
If we think of the multiverse as air and the human body as a plane.
Then the boundary of chaos is the area where human hair meets the air.
Considering Yi Xia's current relationship with the concept of the earth.
It is quite appropriate to regard the location where Nixakaron's head is stored as the "body hair" of Yi Xia's concept of the earth.
Therefore, Yi Xia does not have to worry about completely losing control over this.
And just when Yi Xia was about to observe the stability of Nixakaron's head for a while, he was about to return to the interior of the earth first.
He suddenly noticed a trace of unfamiliar attention.
There was no malice.
Were you attracted by the head of Nixakaron?
Yi Xia followed the other person's gaze and looked over.
Then, under the gaze of the great witch surrounded by endless fire, a human being appeared from the chaotic space and time.
His image at this moment was that of a polite human gentleman.
The clothes he wore looked quite fancy.
The robe looks very luxurious, but it is decorated with a lot of silk and even some flowers as decoration.
Behind it, there is something that looks like a violin, probably a musical instrument.
This is the image of the other party in the eyes of ordinary people
And in Yi Xia's eyes filled with endless fire, you can see the more real inner side of the other party:
It is an endless intertwining of colorful lights and shadows, with thousands of sounds whistling intricately in its spirituality.
An unknown powerful being disguised as a human being
"Good afternoon, sir, I'm sorry to disturb your work."
"My name is Branlavic, a bard who is dedicated to collecting many legendary stories."
"I came to see you because I was attracted by the scarecrow you made."
The bard who called himself Branlavic bowed to Yi Xia and spoke in a gentle tone.
Then, he looked at the ferocious Nixakalong head and said with admiration: "What a spectacular work. Can I include it in my work?" "You know, in folklore works, A lifelike scarecrow is always ominous, so I prefer your rough and original approach to it.”
Branlavic said this.
It looks like a wild bard whose artistic moment was suddenly triggered by the actions of a farmer on the roadside.
However, if all this really happened in a farm in the material world, rather than at the border of the material world full of chaos and distortion,
Hearing this, Yi Xia couldn't help but look at the other party.
The unknown powerful nature of the other party did not make Yi Xia feel much threatened.
Before the other party showed any ill will towards him and the earth, Yi Xia still responded relatively calmly:
He nodded towards the other party:
"Can."
Afterwards, Yi Xia thought for a while, took out a bottle of mint witch medicine from the void, and threw it directly.
"My name is Yi Xia."
Branlavic took the peppermint witch potion and opened it curiously.
After a slight sniff, he calmly moved away from the peppermint witch potion, and then smiled at Yi Xia:
"It's a really rich drink, but it's a pity that I can't enjoy it at this time."
"You know, a bard must always maintain a neutral sobriety, so that he can create unlimited great works."
"Thank you for your kindness. When I want to enjoy this wonderful drink one day, I will make a special trip to visit you."
In this way, Branlavicz put away the mint witch medicine, and he saluted Yi Xia again:
"I have heard of local customs - strangers who refuse good wine cannot enter the house." "Then farewell, Your Excellency Yi Xia"
After Branlavic finished speaking, he disappeared into this chaotic time and space again just as abruptly as when he came.
If it were in the past, Yi Xia might not be able to observe the traces of his departure. But now, he can already sense some clues.
The power of time?
The great witch's eyes filled with endless fire revealed some clarity.
Until now, Yi Xia didn't know why this existence whose essence was unknown showed his rare frankness.
Or a level of bravery?
After all, even if
He is a god from a foreign land, and few are willing to face the great witch with his true form in the pan-terrestrial realm of the earth.
Yi Xia has not had much experience with such a life.
The judgment of good and evil has no popular meaning on the other party.
Branlavic
The great witch wrote down this name.
And somewhere in the multiverse:
The young bard rummaged through his father's manuscripts in the attic of his old house. That is a piece of music that is somewhat outdated in the eyes of young people.
Rather, the lyrics are written in a style in which people in the last century were obsessed with ancient gods, mysteries and taboo legends.
Next to this manuscript, there is a simple drawing
It was a being wearing a sacrificial robe, tying up a somewhat rough scarecrow outside his yard.
Is it a sacrifice to the evil god?
Or is the scarecrow actually a real person?
The young man unfolded the scroll curiously.
He found a line of small words under the scroll. The familiar handwriting was his father's handwriting:
"My child, maybe you are ignorant, maybe you are ambitious..."
"But I will leave eventually..."
"In addition to those insignificant assets, I also left you the last thing, "That is the expectation and recognition of your companionship."
"It's a promise..."
"If you desire the most intense life and want to pursue a truly legendary and epic chapter."
"Then with this promise, you will get my last inheritance..."
