87_87643 God of Magic, I thought I was well-informed. "In the starlight like a thin spider web, I couldn't stop smacking my tongue when I looked at the dark and boiling panorama of the battlefield in front of me.

Like a ferocious serpent devouring its prey, the semi-fluidized island of the Divine Corpse is rolling the Astral Fortress of the Guise into a storm of its own formation, and the fortress persists in its confrontation, its towers and walls looming in the midst of its ups and downs, like a chowder boiling in a large pot of boiling porridge.

From time to time, a dazzling flash of light erupted between the castle and the black clouds that enveloped it, and the merchant guessed that it was the result of the collision of the Guise psionic defense system and the energy released by the corpse. No sound or figure could be heard from this distance, so I could only estimate what was going on over there by imagination, and at the same time I was glad that I should be far enough away from me to be at a safe distance.

"Miss Mage, if there's any way you can contact your Iron Samurai, I'll do your best to have him come and meet us. Jacob crossed his hands, his fingers habitually weaving different patterns, while keeping his eyes as wide as possible and slender: "The astral vortex is disturbed by this storm...... But just as the Styx River may reveal the reef below when it has big waves, it also points us to the location of the nearest astral portal. It's amazing, but the path of order is revealed in chaos...... What a wonderful multiverse. ”

Morriel and Kyro stood side by side, above and below them an endless void. There were still fluctuations of teleportation magic around them, creating the illusion that the space around them was slightly distorted. The mage listened to the aria in the plane merchant's voice. If you don't look at the expensive but ridiculously shaped conch hat he wears on his head, maybe he will really think of him as a well-read man. In a way, a true plane merchant knows no less than the white-bearded old men in the spires of the Great Library of the Main Material Realm - isn't there a saying that the multiverse itself is a big book.

"Wait a little longer. Morriel's tone was a little more flat than what he had thought: "I've heard that plane merchants have a strange talent for crossing planes. You can always find a nearby plane portal and tell where it leads, even with a portable ...... And the most amazing thing is that you don't need a 'key' to open them. ”

"You know that's impossible, Miss Mage. "There's no door that doesn't need a key, not in any world. For the myriad portals that exist all over the multiverse. Each door has a corresponding 'key', and what we are a little better at is nothing more than being more familiar with these little things of finding the key to open the door. ”

He half-cocked his face for a moment longer, his hand flickering with a ring on a regular basis, and then said to Moriel, "I'm afraid we'll have to hurry." I have a feeling that the portal will change soon, and if we miss this opportunity, we will have to delay for a while longer, and we will have to take a lot of detours......"

Forty-seven suddenly appeared in the mist in front of the three of them. The astral horizon was only a few times he flapped his wings - in the blink of an eye. The dazzling wyvern was already close at hand, and the power emanating from its graceful and slender huge body made the surrounding colors begin to change, and the silver sky passed, and every qiē was covered with a layer of bright and warm light like a flame.

"Astral Dragon?!" Jacob exclaimed. It was the first time the merchant had seen Forty-Seven look like this, but he soon recognized his red eyes, which had changed in size.

Forty-seven seemed to be a little brighter than it had been a moment ago—I don't know if it was the baptism of the Divine Storm or something else.

"Looks like I'm still punctual? He glanced at the plane merchant.

"We just stopped and judged the direction. Morriel's voice was flattened.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please come with me. Jacob turned to lead the way, shocked by the terrifying power of forty-seven in his heart. It was decided to re-analyze the master-servant relationship between this trio.

The portal wasn't far away, and when they got there and turned back, they could see a gray patch in the distance. This astral portal looks like a colorful and colorful disc that doesn't seem to have any thickness at all. But several people looked at it from different angles, and each pair of eyes saw the glittering front of the large plate. A stellar vascular twisted and twisted, stretching out from behind it in a huge spiral, one end blocked by a disc and the other into the Infinite Void. Trembling and shaking, as if the wind was blowing.

"Are we going to get out of here?" Forty-Seven circled the colored disc a few times, realizing that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see the back of it. Instead, it made him look like a stupid dog running after his tail: "It's the same old thing again, damn space folding technology!"

Jacob glanced at Forty-Seven in surprise, sensing that he was not interested in dimensional travel.

However, the merchant immediately focused his attention on the portal. When a customer doesn't like a product, if you want to make a deal a success, you need to make a quick decision, don't leave him too much time to think.

The portal changes under Jacob's unblinking gaze. At first, the discs were only gradually deepened and accentuated by the multicolored patches of different sizes, and as the divisions between them became blurred, the plates spun and all looked good

The hybrid fusion forms a gray vortex -- with the resonance of the stars behind it, circle after circle, and conducts out endlessly.

"Just in time!Focus!Thoughts will take us where we want to go!" shouted the plane merchant,

It took a little time for Forty-Seven to revert to normal size, and then he was a little clumsy in his movements, so he was the last to enter the portal.

A twisted sensation enough to tear apart a qiē substance seized him, arms, legs, every metal part creaking under the frantic whirlwind. Although he knew it was just a delusion, it was still uncomfortable, worse than being hit by a proton torpedo.

However, after the Vortex threw the Travelers out of mid-air, he was the only one who could still stand when he landed on the ground. Steel overrides will. Circuits determine emotion, and in fact, machine qì people are such a little good. Kyro fumbled against the wall and staggered to his feet, then immediately bent down and began retching. Morriel was better than her, looking around with the feeling of her stomach tumbling and trying to focus the ghosting of the scenery into one - it was her worst experience of spatial teleportation!

They are now in the midst of desolate ruins. The huge stone statues, mottled and mottled by the wind and rain, are half-hidden in the sand, the ruins and broken walls surround them, and the murals and ornaments on the wall pillars have long been blurred, vaguely telling the people of the past glory and solemnity of this place. After recovering from his senses, Morriel had a strange feeling...... Of course, not the intense hunger pangs of an empty stomach. Instead, he suddenly found himself in the entire multiverse, shocked by the countless times and spaces flowing through him, and realized that he was so small, and he felt a sense of awe, as if he had been affected by some magical effect.

But the mage knew it wasn't magic. She tried to take a few steps forward, but the uneven ground seemed to still rotate, and the stone arches that were still largely intact in many parts of the side swayed slightly, and when she turned to look back, she overcame discomfort. What Morrill saw stamped her judgment with "no doubt."

Looking out of the empty arches, there is mostly sand and low, gentle hills, except for a pile of collapsed stones and building remains. Dark brown weeds overgrown, occupying the crevices of the ruins and rocks, digging deep into the sand, grabbing every drop of water and swaying in the wind. Although these are considered good landscapes, the bard may be able to compose a poem about it: "The palace is made of earth". But in fact, it really determines the viewer's feelings, and makes people realize that this is no longer what they call "home", the little world that was born, grown, and existed. It's the thinly strange mountain in the distance. It's hard to put into words what it looks like, and the word "far" isn't necessarily accurate. At first glance, it towers over the end of the horizon, and on closer inspection, it seems to be very close again—just behind the arch. It was as if you could get there as soon as you passed through the stone gate. The only thing that can be said for sure about the mountain is: it is very high, very, very high.

Here is the "Coordination of Opposing Domains"...... No. Statements from the Library of the Primary Matter Plane should not be used. It is generally accepted that the name that will not be ridiculed for this is the "Outland", which connects all the outer planes of the infinite world, the core transit station of the multiverse.

"It's like a pillar on Sharem. Forty-seven commented.

"That's our next destination, respected Iron Samurai. Jacob patted the dust on his robe, straightened his hat, and had a calm expression on his face, as if the host was introducing the furnishings in the living room to the visitors: "Be clear...... We're on our way to the City of Seals. ”

"Imprint City?" Forty-Seven looked at the mountain again, this time it changed direction again, looming among the strangely shaped stone mounds: "On the mountain?"

"On the top of the mountain. Jacob smiled to himself, his face finally showing a slight sense of superiority that he had been hiding so well as the dimensional creatures that he had been so well acknowledged when facing the travelers of the main material realm: "I'm sure you've noticed the Infinite Peak, oh, it's the mountain we see right now, and if the weather is good, you can see it anywhere in the Outlands - there's something at the top." ”

"They look a bit like clouds, but they're not at all. The merchant continued, "That is the City of Seals, the City of Ten Thousand Gates, the center of the Outlands and the entire multiverse. It sits atop the Infinite Pinnacle and has portals to all worlds in all planes, as long as you use the right methods. No matter where you and your friends want to go, what to do, or what you're looking for for a qiē type of public or private affair, you can always go to Imprint City first and make it a www.biquge.info for your trip. ”

"The road doesn't seem too far. However, I don't have the production lot number of the transport ship on me. You must have prepared your own transport to fly up, right?" Forty-seven made Jacob's smile even worse, as the plane-people often said when they laughed at the main substance: "I just suspect that you are an idiot if you don't speak, but as soon as you open your mouth, I immediately determine that you are an idiot!"

"There's no way we're going to fly up. Morriel quickly took over, she was not as big as Forty-Seven: "There is no way to directly climb the Infinite Pinnacle to reach Seal City, its height is infinite, and you never will."

There. ”

She turned to the plane merchant and said, "You're right. The Seal City is a good place to start, and I have learned some of its fur in the records and texts of my predecessors. I suppose you, as our guide, already have a good idea of what we're going to do, right?"

Jacob restrained his smile, even if the people in front of him were hillbillies, they were hillbillies armed to the teeth, so it was better to be careful: "Of course, Miss Mage." I happen to be in the nearest gate city—"

He raised his hand and pointed in the direction of a certain departure from the Infinite Peak: "Meet a few 'friends'. They should be happy to 'lend' the portal to us, as long as they are paid something appropriate...... I'll take care of it. You don't have to worry about that. ”

"An infinite plateau is something that has a mountaintop...... There is even a city on the top of the mountain. Forty-seven still looked at the Infinite Spike and muttered to himself, he thought it was stupid to understand, and Jacob and Morrill were honest enough to accept it - but he didn't want to delve into it, and he wasn't a round scientific research ship anyway.

The group hadn't gone far when Jacob, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped again.

"I almost forgot, there's one more thing I want to warn you about. He turned back to Morriel and said, "Miss Mage, do you want to know what level we are on the Outlands?"

"How many floors?" Morriel was also a little confused.

"Oh, I don't think you know much about the magical properties of the Outlands. Seeing Morriel's puzzled look. Jacob explained, "Here, the strength of the spell land depends on how far you are from the Infinity Spike. There were no spells or quasi-spell-like effects working on the peaks - to use more magic, you had to move farther away from the Infinite Peaks. So depending on whether or not the different levels of spells can work in a certain area, the Outlands are divided into concentric circles that look like arrow targets centered on the Infinity Spike, which we plane travelers call 'layers', and the inhabitants of Sigil City call them 'rings', but it doesn't matter. It's just a difference in the way it is calculated and how it is said. The point is, I guess a mage like you needs to be aware of this...... So what you're good at can work better for you, right?"

"Thank you for telling me this. Morrill said sincerely: "Then Mr. Jacob." Do you have any suggestions for this?"

"Hmm...... Please wait. The merchant fumbled with his hand in the cuff of his robe, then lowered his gaze to the ground in front of him. Without warning, a rectangular bronze chest more than four feet high appeared—as if it were only a blink of an eyelid.

The copper case is delicately engraved with patterns, and accessories such as corner edging and locks are made of sterling silver. It looks sparkling in the gloomy sky of the Outlands, and it's definitely worth a lot. Jacob cautiously opened the box, and the view of the others was blocked by the lid. I couldn't see what was inside, but the merchant's eyes and the reflection on his pupils had already revealed a lot of information.

No wonder he did everything possible to find a few more reliable bodyguards. Such a big vault chest, any kid would want it. Getting it back from the spirit world in front of them really trusts his own group of people...... Morrill thought.

"This. Jacob pulled out a fist-sized object from the box.

"Wow. When Kyro saw its appearance clearly, he couldn't help but let out a low sigh.

It was a scaled-down, silver-glittering skull, immaculately worked. Jacob stretched out his arm and held it up in front of Moriel, letting go slightly. The little skeleton shook a little, broke free of the merchant's knotted fingers, and floated smoothly into the air.

"This is Mehmel," said the merchant, pronouncing the word like an old rock sheep, "commonly known as the 'chatterbox skull,' and to an exaggerated level, 'the source of knowledge.'" It was created to answer a wide variety of questions from plane travelers, and the answers were pre-stored zài. Its most common use is to provide guided tours of the Outlands, the Gate City, and the Seal City, and one of the most important functions is that it can tell us how many floors we are currently on in the Outlands. Touch it and ask a question. ”

Forty-Seven reached out before Morriel. The silver skull glowed with a distinctive iridescent sheen at his touch, and the delicate patterned textures on the surface seemed to begin to flow.

"How many ways to write the word 'hui'?"

This question caused a slight but long "click" of the skull, and it seemed that Jùcuri lacked an answer to this inexplicable question.

"Oops, you broke it!" cried Kylo.

"It's nonsense. Forty-Seven grabbed the skull and played with it in his hand, which made it stagnate again after trying to answer half a sentence about it, and two innocent empty eyes stared blankly at Forty-Seven's iron face.

"The chatterbox skull only works properly when it's free-floating...... Jacob advised, but apparently it fell on deaf ears.

"Chatterbox, skull, what's the name. From now on, it's called the brat. Forty-seven said.

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the third traveler address of the sixth chapter of the Juggernaut at the beginning of the seventeenth round to the Outlands.