87_87643What the fuck is it?

Riverside people walk in a sparse withered forest. It's not surprising that the trees on these banks are scorched and dead, but how they took root in the first place. The boatman found a hard ebony that was thick and more than a man long, dragged it to the river, crouched down and stroked it with his shriveled palm. The bark of the tree fell and the trunk slowly deformed as he cast the spell as he gazed at the steel freak over there.

The boatman no longer mentions the destruction of his ship, and honestly takes advantage of his spare time to find a way to rebuild one. Cheng Dù, who is as handy as the last boat, will probably spend most of his next few years or even decades. But time is a problem for him that can be defeated with patience, and a crazy concoction that can blow a big devil alive is a loss that he cannot afford to provoke.

"Don't you want a metal ship, Mr. Captain? The succubus sat on a branch with a smile and a smile, her wings attached to her back, her tail hanging down from her short skirt and swaying gently: "Anyway, we are all natives of the lower realms. How about I help you talk about it? Of course, you don't have any bad ideas, you have to ......."

She glanced at Filgas, intentionally or unconsciously, and spoke to the boatman instead.

Your shameful failure of the conspiracy against others. Now you know she's different from the half-demon Tevelyn everywhere, right?

"Riverside people have always built their own boats, and they don't need help from outsiders. The canoe was first taking shape under the boatman, and he looked up at the succubus, his eyes as thin as pins. Of course, not to admire the scenery inside the skirt of the succubus.

Don't be so nervous. I'll keep it a secret for you. The succubus blinked.

The boatman let out a silent sneer, and his attention was refocused on the boat.

Thank you, no, I do everything publicly. You should pay more attention to your little abacus and don't play with fire at the end**.

What do I have in my pocket?

Hum. As you say, we are all natives of the lower realms. =Jun?Zi?Tang?Shou?Fa=You go and ask, which aboriginal doesn't know what Tanari is? I don't think that female mage is stupid. She's going to let you take advantage of it? I think she's much more connected to the monster than you are - you have to know how much money you have in your pocket before you can do business. The tide of the River Styx can come at any time. It's up to you where they want to go. Do it yourself, succubus.

You Yogros just don't trust people, and this bad nature really makes me sad. The succubus pursed his lips and no longer tried to find pleasure in him.

Forty-Seven and Kyro are playing a card game that is popular among mages, with Morriel watching from the sidelines. Actually, the female mage was not interested in it, but she had to find something to do. The gray ruins are not a good place to meditate and rest, and the deep and heavy indifference will be lighter to grab the sleeping person. Crush the unguarded minds and drag them into the nightmare of the ghost woman. But Morriel didn't want to have a tin guy driving around, and she didn't want to be in the middle of a bloody storm like boiling porridge at any time. The Flame Monarch was probably, maybe, probably, almost scattered, and the demons were gleefully encircled and suppressed the daring devil army under the shroud of the mushroom cloud. It's hard enough to persuade Forty-Seven not to continue to mix and join in the fun.

There also seemed to be a few traces of clouds overflowing in the gray sky that had not changed for thousands of years. Realms merge and collide here, and the tides fluctuate with the changes of the dimensional rifts, indicating that the worlds connected by the portals are also impermanent. The Tin Man's chariot reverted to the form of an open-top and came to a quiet stop on the barren and cracked riverbank. At this moment, it presents a mechanical beauty that is different from that of Forty-Seven and Kelly, and is closer to the perfection that Argus Construct Mage pursues—precision, precision, and the standardization of mass production. The Riverside Man assured that the plane passage would open soon, and he was supposed to be telling the truth. Kyro added another water elemental land card to the deck, and Morriel tried to warn the girl that it wasn't the best option, but suddenly became a little distracted.

"Hey, why do you still have so many warriors?" Kyro was surprised to see Forty-Seven once again unleash a cannon fodder array with no casualties, sweeping away the defenses she had worked so hard to build in one turn.

"I remember I've knocked you out ten...... No, there are a dozen fighters left. Gee, you're not cheating, are you? I'm going to see your cards!"

"I really don't know, don't you know how to use the Endless Worm Sea?"

"You're talking nonsense!

"It must be the restless dead. Watching two rookies play cards was also painful, and Morriel decided to let them finish quickly: "He doesn't have a support card, but the soldier's defense is a little higher, and he's a lot sluggish." Defend the undead land attack first, just use cards with light attributes. Wait two more turns and the battlefield will turn to daylight. His land is automatically destroyed. ”

"Watching chess is silent, true gentleman, can't you help me?" Forty-seven turned over and over the cards in his hand. Apparently at the end of the road.

"Using the undead doesn't even have a basic card like Dark Magic...... Since it was a game invented by a mage, it is not something that can be won by quantity alone. Morrill saw the Styx boatman finish his work and began to push the wooden boat lower, "Alright, I think it's almost time for us to go. What about your car? If you can cap it and stay in the River Styx for a few minutes, will you?"

Forty-seven shook his head and walked over to open the door and get into the car.

"A few minutes? You're underestimating the primary productive forces. ”

The tides of the River Styx come calmly, lacking the imaginary majesty of the waves. At first, the dry riverbed slowly began to moisten, and small springs appeared in the crevices, and the gray dust was moistened into large patches of dark color, which soon merged into bubbling puddles. In the blink of an eye, a large amount of water seemed to be spit out of thin air, intertwined and fused together from all directions, like a large basin of bath water that had been used many times and had already cooled, swirling and bursting with foam. The water level rose rapidly, and countless whirlpools appeared on the surface of the river, and it took only a few minutes to go from covering the riverbed to flooding the wheels that were more than half a man high.

But then Forty-Seven and the other cars began to float, or rather, the cars had become boats. The river gurgled and tumbled around it. Stir up the cloudy mud. You can imagine that the wheels under the water are still spinning - just not in what way. Forty-seven maneuvered the "car and boat" to turn around and approach the shore, and a half-moon-shaped turbid wave seemed to tear a wound on the River Styx.

"Please. ”

Forty-Seven turned off his engine, stepped forward and stepped into the muddy water, as if it were just a normal ditch in the swamp of Rain City, and reached out his hand to Morriel.

The mage looked at him. Except for the part that stepped on the water, the tin guy didn't get a drop of water up and down like a long sword covered in oil. He must have been able to carry himself to the boat with ease, more easily than he had picked up a quill. Morriel hesitated, and suddenly felt that he was far away. There shouldn't have been that illusion. After all, they've been through a lot together—but at this moment, Forty-Seven and his machine really seem like something beyond her comprehension, a world away from her, as if they exist in another world. Most of the witches who set up stalls in the streets and alleys of the city are mysterious and fortune-telling witches, but it is undeniable that there are indeed a few people in the world who have an unusually sensitive talent. Their eyes are not clear, and their hearing may not be great. However, he can perceive the world beyond his five senses, and may even touch space and time, and get a glimpse of heaven for a moment. No one knows exactly where this ability came about, and it often disappears suddenly—like the chaos of fate plays a little joke on the lucky ones.

The prophetic mage is dedicated to using magic as a means to create his own order. Using the beacons of order to find the fragments of chaos has been a source of great success for a long time, with many spells even more incredible than other faction spells such as the Stoneskin Fireball. But whether this will be a gradual distancing, no one knows. It's been a long time since Morriel had this unexpected surreal trance, and since she had successfully performed her first trick, her natural sixth-sense preconception had rapidly waned.

But it never completely disappeared.

Morrill handed his hand over, and when he touched the ground with Forty-Seven, he felt an itch like an electric shock.

Kelly suddenly raised her arm. A brilliant glow rushed from her hand into the sky, exploding into countless starlight and spreading in all directions. The dim sky of gray ruins was slowly falling, and the connection between them made them a bit like a huge web of light.

The Iron Elf's reaction was also as fast as lightning. ^^ starter?gentleman?son?? Don ^^ with the acumen of the elves. She quickly caught the oddity from the trail of the falling starlight. Even the gods can't perform the illusion that can't be detected at all—with the speed of Kelly and Filgas, it's not difficult to catch the ghost tricksters as long as they find the clues.

Only forty-seven didn't do anything. Until Fergas escorted the man this way, he still held out his hand, as if to examine his palmprints. A little starlight stuck to his hand, quietly dyed red. Morrill is gone.

"Alas, that's remarkable. You can find it all this way. Dagulas's gold-rimmed glasses were crooked. The robes were dusty, and Filgas's claws were resting on her neck. A few strands of blood were running down the white neck.

However, Dagulas didn't look much panicked, but there was a slight annoyance in his eyes: "I'm still not as good as Moriel...... I used to think that she was lucky to pick you up, but now I realize that she is much better than me in terms of talent and magic. ”

"Thank you so much for putting on such a wonderful makeover for us. ”

Forty-seven came in front of Dagulas, and the bell applauded.

"In return, I'll perform a magic trick for you. He stretched out his right index finger and blocked it with his left hand. "It's a finger ......"

"Look, it's become two. ”

"It's simple, isn't it?" Forty-seven played tricks, but the onlookers were silent—even the demons shuddered at the misery that burned in the red fire: "So you have to make me understand, I'm the fairest person." Say, where did you get her?"

"Here. Dagulas replied quickly. She rolled up her sleeves, and a strange artifact was placed on her rounded right arm. At first glance, it was clear that it could not have been the work of a mortal being—the scaly bracers that enclosed almost the entire forearm were inlaid with a palm-sized polyhedral gem, and the texture was probably the most powerful and precious of the magic gems, so it was priceless. An inexplicable black energy swirled around the gem, dimming the brilliant brilliance of the gem itself—but even a little bit of sparkle leaked from one facet from time to time. It also seems to add a lot of color to the gray ruins. It also makes the magic weapon reveal a trace of freshness in the gloomy and oppressive purgatory atmosphere, as if it has its own life.

"A magical item that can imprison any living being...... Even if you are such a powerful being, you are not immune. Dagulas continued, "And from what I've observed, you don't know much about the power of space, do you? But before I met you, I was going to use this to catch her...... Luckily, now it seems that if I had targeted her. Probably only one Quasai demon will be imprisoned. ”

Forty-seven waited for a while.

"What are you doing in a daze? Let her out. Do you want me to please?"

"I can't do that. Dagulas smiled sweetly, "Have I had the good fortune of picking up an artifact in a spin around the swamp......?" We are helpless in the face of his boundless power. After all, I won the gamble, and Morriel became a sacrifice...... Why, she didn't sue you? Alas, she never took authority to heart. ”

"Mephisto, I think I killed him three hundred times a day. Forty-seven motioned for the Iron Elf to stand aside, and walked around Dagulas. "I remember you used to be scared of death. What's wrong now? Mephisto never went to the second level, and you expect him to save your life?"

"There is no true death in the multiverse. When we end our lives, the body returns to the dust of the main physical realm, and the soul drifts down the River Styx. Find a place to be. The gods open the gates of the kingdom to their devout believers, and demons will receive souls attracted to evil and fill the filthy lower realms. ”

"There is a law in every qiē...... The Grim Reaper is nothing more than a defender of the laws of the multiverse. My fate was sealed when I fell into the flames of purgatory, the clouds are forever passing away with the wind, and it is impossible to retrograde in the face of the law. Of course you can kill me and burn me to ashes. But my soul will return to the hands of His Majesty Mephisto Felis, including it. Dagulas pointed to the magic weapon on his arm: "This is the contract, the power of order...... Absolutely can't be changed. So, I'll advise you to go and ask Mephisto Felix for your majesty. ^^Monarch?? Child?? He admires your strength, and I believe—

A roar interrupted Dagulas's words, and her face was shocked and pained in disbelief, as if her appearance had changed in an instant.

She slowly slumped down, clutching her belly - blood spilling from her fingers, but more often from the hole in her lower back. Forty-seven held his gun expressionlessly, aiming at Dagulas's head.

"Wait. She's right!" Kyro hurriedly stopped Forty-Seven: "A big devil of Mephistophelis Felis's level is capable of doing it!

"Really? Forty-seven sentences. The mess will be cleaned up by others.

"It seems that Sister Morriel is trapped in the realm of Mephistopheles Felis. Kyro tried to remove the gem armguard, but she bit down on Dagulas's arm. There is no way to peel it off: "It is linked to the power of the rules of Bato's hell. My power is too weak to interfere with it......"

The mist lingers around the gemstone, clinging to a thin layer, but it never penetrates into the gemstone.

Dagulas's face was pale, and she shrunk on the ground and gasped: "Ahem...... Don't you understand...... You can't break it by brute force......"

Forty-seven twirled the "Desert Eagle" in his hand, which no one knew. The sports car went ashore on its own and drove to him—maybe it really took to go?

Kelly suddenly showed a hint of resistance, but after a second she gave up again.

A miserable white thing suddenly sprang out of the car, jumped into the air and spun around several times, and finally stopped to face Forty-Seven. It's the chatterbox skull -- maybe call it an in-car computer now.

"Pick me up Fiani. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the skull clicked into action—and after a few moments, two supernatural shadows cast over the hollow eye sockets of the skull.

"I knew that there was always a next time after the last one. What's the matter, you're locked up by the lady again, I wonder why she kept her patience and didn't tear you to shreds with her blade. ^^Monarch?? Child?? Don't be a labyrinth for ladies^^Hey, this is not a labyrinth for ladies. Grey Ruins?Haha! How did you convince your stubborn girlfriend? You're finally willing to let me experiment with your Ground Mirror? Wonderful! As long as I ......"

Forty-seven pinched the jaw of the skull. Stop its chatter.

"Shut up and listen to me first. ”

After Forty-Seven briefly finished talking about the predicament he faced, Fiani was silent for a moment.

Later, the teeth of the skull slammed, slowing down the pace of speaking: "I should thank you for trusting. Yes, I can do it. The four-dimensional space-time is a cage for all things, but it can't bind me. But after I crack Mephisto Felis's confinement space. I'm bound to get his attention. Mephistopheles Fehlis is the most powerful Lord of Barto, the Lord of the Devil, second only to the Dark Supreme of Nessus, who was born almost with Order. I'm a free-spirited scholar and don't like to be stared at...... Once contaminated with the power of Mephisto Felis, it will not be easy to get rid of it. ”

"Where do you get so much nonsense? ”

"I'd like to borrow your build image. The multiverse has evolved from chaos to today, and order has gained absolute upper hand over concrete things, and I and my kind have either been sealed and slumbered. Or hover between worlds and worlds...... As far as the multiverse as a whole is concerned, chaos still has a generalized advantage. Therefore, although I can use the turbulence of time to appear on the material plane, the order will automatically repair the loopholes created by the chaos and make me weak. More vulnerable. But your mirror image is different, I don't know what power you used to make it condense, but after all, it was summoned by me, and it fits me very well. Please, lend it to me for a while, with which I can resist the disturbance of order, go to more places, and discover more secrets...... By the way, maybe I'll find Earth!

"Alright. Forty-seven waved his hand: "I promise you." What now?"

"As long as you allow it. Abomination replied, "Take the woman to the car." ^^ starter?gentleman?son?? Don^^ I must use it to exert all my power and resist the magic of Mephistopheles Felix. ”

Forty-seven turned to face Dagulas. Sensing the impending fate, her face turned even paler.

"A few pieces of advice for you. The Tin Man said.

"Never sacrifice a witch for survival. He grabbed Dagulas by the collar, "Any sacrifice that is not offered to Jehovah will bring woe." Pick her up rudely, "All those who are in the company of wild beasts cannot escape the fate of death." ”

"Wait...... Wait......"

"What are you waiting for? If you really believe in Mephisto, you should have killed yourself early to ask him for credit, and maybe he would reward you with a Jordan stone. ”

Dagulas was stuffed into the car. The thriving shadow immediately replaced the flame in the headlights. The entire body of the car became blurry and dizzying—Dagulas's screams quickly sank into a sea of trembling shadows along with her deformed and twisted body, and time passed. The jet-black steel lost its fixed form like a pudding monster, spreading out a large number of tentacles and slowly melting.

"What are you looking at?"

"Sister Moriel!"

The crowd turned around, and Morriel, staff in hand, was standing in a bleak space that quickly dissipated.

"Didn't see anything, I thought you'd crawl out of this pile of jelly. Forty-seven said.

After a few more moments, Fiani completed assimilation. A huge shadow towered over the banks of the River Styx, black enveloping it, and its clearer lower body resembled a tiger leopard, lizard, or some other four-legged monster. There are amorphous tentacles fluttering on the void, but it looks like it has a cold texture. Sometimes it freezes for a moment, turning into distinct steel—like a nightmare that suddenly appears in the fog of time and space, emitting an unstoppable evil aura, as if every qi qi is rapidly decaying under its feet, heading for the end of the world.

"Thank you very much!" Fiani's voice caused uneasy ripples in the air, "I have also done my job." So, let's talk about it another day, there's so much to do - remember to keep in touch!"

"I don't want to see it again. ^^ starter?gentleman?son?? Don ^^ "After the abomination was gone, Morriel let out a sigh of relief.

"A stick for a car, this bastard is really good at business. Forty-seven scratched his chin: "How about I help you turn it into a rifle?"

"No need. The female mage looked at the staff in her hand. Shadows and metal combine in an incredible way to form a light and straight staff. The multicolored gems were torn and shaped into a blade-hugging form set in the head of the staff, the light dim, stunned and wandering—but from any angle. You can vaguely find a restrained, penetrating female figure in it.

Dagulas. She replaced herself. The soul is in the prison of the distorted and reorganized gems, in a way that is countless times more miserable. Despite its false mercy, Moriel still infused the staff with power to soothe Dagulas's eternal pain. Fiani claims that if she can make another deal with Mephistopheles Felix in the future, maybe he can get Dagulas free, or maybe one day she will be able to do the same...... The female mage gently turned her staff, and the endless filaments of the magic web became tangled. Winding, changing, condensing.

The Styx boatman rowed his newly-built boat to the middle of the river.

"I'm leaving, I hope you're satisfied with my service. Hurry up, we've missed a wave of tides!"

With that, he sailed down the river with the canoe and disappeared like a god into the rising fog of the River Styx.

"Everybody knows how to swim, right?" Forty-Seven looked around, "...... Never mind. ”

He moved his shoulders a few times. There was a clicking sound all over his body: "Hodak is not as unlucky as me." ”

When he was ready, he opened the car door: "Let's talk ugly things ahead, whoever dares to spit on me will kill him...... Huh?"

No one saw how Morriel got into the car, just as no one saw how she was imprisoned by Dagulas.

Morrill smiled, and struck forty-seven or two times with the bell of his staff.

"I just learned. You're not alone. ”

The river rose silently. Only a few tree canopies are still scattered across the wider and wider water.

"Turn left. ”

In the mist, Morriel guided the forty-seven voyages—the plane's torrent was not as calm as the Styx had come out of. The rift in the realm manifested in the magical vision of the female mage, and there were many forests. The breeze of energy swept through one plane passage after another, and it whimpered beyond the range of human senses, and even the Forty-Seven Pure Gold Shell could not stop it, penetrating the soul.

What was that? A small dark red shape came into Moriel's line of sight. Half of it was soaked in the river, like a wriggling mouthful of bloody phlegm on a black cloth. Morrill clenched his staff......

"Go check it out. Her voice was very calm, and the tremors were faintly invisible.

Feel something, when they get closer. The red struggled to its feet, piecing together a broken human form.

"......" He seemed to have just crawled out of the volcano of the scorching hell, his red-hot muscles hanging from his scorched bones, barely clutching the burning internal organs in his body. He turned his head to Forty-Seven, and a flash of light flashed in his hollow, dark eyes, like a companion blasting the last sparks from the extinguished embers.

"Morriel ......"

The female mage asked Forty-Seven to raise her top lid and calmly gaze at the pile of soul residue in front of her.

"Moriel!" may have stimulated the soul with her appearance. He staggered forward for some distance. Stir up the river and burn the smoke.

"I hate you!"

"I hate you!"

The voice of the soul mixes with the winds of energy. Rushing into the cracks in the space, and then rolling back with the wind from all directions, it was like thunder rolling in the fog, as if the entire Styx was crying out in response to his hatred.

"Wow. The succubus exclaimed: "It's so strong...... He actually remembers you. ”

"What have you done to him? Even you human beings can only achieve this kind of emotion - love and hate. If you can get him up and make a soul prism, it will be worth a lot......"

Morrill did not answer.

The soul was gradually swallowed up by the river, the edges dissolved and dissolved, and the sound of the wind became a muffled and meaningless murmur.

"Let's go. Morrill stopped looking at him. The red light on the dashboard flashed, indicating that Forty-Seven had something to say. The mage sat up straight, waiting for him to ask questions—though she wished to keep them to her heart forever, she wouldn't hide them from him.

"That's not how it should be!" Forty-Seven's fierce tone startled the others, and it could be called hoarseness: "He's the one chosen!"

"What...... What?" Morrill was stunned.

"The prophecy says he'll destroy the Sith, not join them!

The female mage turned off the stereo with a "snap".

So the only thing that remains, and the only thing that still has some meaning, is that the centaurs have finally taken their revenge.

Riverside people drift with the waves alone. Although it is an out-and-out loss-making business, there is still money to be taken after all. The boatman squinted his eyes at the River Styx, and there was a lot of smoke and water ahead. He burrowed into a cloud of mist, and when he reappeared, he had reached a much narrower waterway. The boatman grinned, satisfied with his level of control.

The creature that never lacks in the world is the customer...... The boatman soon found another one. He raised a hand and waved it around, alerting the riverside people to his.

The boatman slowly rowed the boat closer, calculating how much this guy could be worth.

He also seems to be the lucky one who has just escaped from a bloody battle, and he looks quite wolf. His magic cloak was torn in several places, a wand at his waist was dull, and his energy had long since been depleted, and it seemed that only the emerald-handled dagger in his hand was worth a little. He had a distinctly lower realm biological ancestry, as evidenced by the sharp horn on his forehead - the left one had been slashed almost by a sharp blade on his forehead, and the wound was oozing blood. From time to time, he rubbed his hand indiscriminately, and deep resentment shot out of his snake-like pupils.

"I just had an accident and I'm afraid I won't be able to provide services. ”

"Send me to Ribcage City, I won't treat you badly. The Teflin man seemed to have not heard the boatman's words at all, and made an offer of his own.

“...... All right. But we have a word first. The boatman said slowly: "This is a new ship for temporary emergencies...... Poor workmanship and performance. With this in mind, many of the commonly used routes are now dead ends. I'm afraid we're going to have to spend a little more time on the road, no problem, right?"

"Then do it. The Teflin jumped aboard: "I don't want to spend a minute in this hellish place." ”

The canoe carrying two men headed out into the fog.

“...... I can see that you must have been unlucky lately. Speaking of which, I've always admired the vitality of you half-demons. Isn't there a proverb that when you get out of the basket, go and catch a Tevelin, if it wasn't for the Tevlin, then he must not have time. Almost all planes persecute you......"

"Enough, I'm not on your boat to talk to you about racism. ”

"Ah, well, since you don't like chatting. You seem to be very tired, and your feelings are not good. I don't want to go to the trouble of getting a guest from the gray ruins to his destination, only to end up forgetting how to pay. ”

I don't know how long it took - hours, days.

"You know what's it like to drift around all your life, leading all kinds of guys from one world to another, and never be able to live without this boring river Styx. The amount of remuneration is not essential...... That's just a way to prove my hard work. The customer is the most important thing to me, you are the only way for me to get a new experience...... Oh. Stupid and weak like you is also the source of my strength. ”

The Riverside Man holds the boat alone. There have been certain changes in the canoe - changes that outsiders can detect and those who cannot perceive.

"It's a shame for my boat. It's rare that it's about to turn into a pure soul boat...... Now it's going to start all over again. But I've never been overly attached to things that are irreparable, and it's not good to be too emotional, it's not good for experiencing new things. ”

The boatman's gaze fell on a newly horned wooden protrusion on the inside of the boat. Only he could tell the dark wood grain of different shades, outlining a distorted human face—a bulge that could be seen as a small horn on its forehead.

He smirked.

"Actually, I'm a feeler. ”

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the sixth chapter of the Juggernaut Round 41 Fast and Furious (below) address is.