mousepad-d2 Chapter 240 The idea of the law is not important
Chapter 240 The idea of the law is not important
It was not difficult for Langdon to infiltrate Los Angeles. In this world, no one is his opponent in a single-player battle. Theoretically, he can kill anyone in the world. In the past, it was just a difference between civilizations and countries. Things have never been solved by the death of one or two kings.
Langdon and Tifa are very convenient to move, even if the Lost Palace is fine, the problem lies in another matter, Alexander can't be found, but he is indeed located in the palace through soul magic.
Langdon said to Tifa, "Are you sure there are no secret rooms in the palace?"
"You pretended to be my king for so many years?" Tifa squinted and said, "If there is a secret room, I will definitely know."
"Then why can't we find anyone?" Langdon frowned. "The location is right at our feet. I've searched upstairs and downstairs."
"Hmm..." Tifa uttered a vague voice, and looked down at her feet, "It is rumored that there is a natural cave under the Loser Palace."
Langdon glared at Tifa: "Didn't you say that there are no secret rooms in the palace?"
"Is the natural cave a secret room?" Tifa choked back unceremoniously, "Besides, I've lived here for so many years and haven't seen it with my own eyes, it's just a rumor, I can't be sure if it's true or not, and of course I can't speak casually. "
Langdon lowered his head and stared at the parquet floor of the palace for a long time. Things like flooring have spread all over the world through the Middle Kingdom. Good things are always accepted by everyone quickly. Even if they hate foreign civilizations, they will add All kinds of names pretend to be their own, and humans have always been good at deceiving themselves.
"What are you doing?" Seeing Langdon staring at the ground, Tifa panicked, "You don't mean to just make a hole, do you?"
Langdon's expression was very subtle: "You don't know how to do such a simple 'integration technique'?"
Tifa made a disgusted expression: "What if there is a thick layer underneath? It's scary to keep melting into the stone."
"You're still claustrophobic?" Langdon laughed.
"Where did this kind of word come from? Being buried alive will naturally have psychological shadows." Tifa clutched her chest with a shocked expression, "Besides, how do you know how thick it is underneath?"
Langdon looked over with a look of pity and kindness: "You also have psychological shadows when you use the 'perspective technique'?"
Tifa: "..."
After the perspective technique, the two found a hollow about 50 meters below. According to the detected volume, it was definitely not a small room.
"More than 50 meters." Tifa's face twisted, "No, no, no, if I have to melt more than 50 meters into the stone, it would be better to kill me."
Langdon sighed, and the two began to grope around in the palace, they were the only ones who could come and go so freely, catching someone from time to time and using the "confession technique" to ask for directions, walking, Titus Fa couldn't help feeling emotional: "Actually, Alexander is pretty good, just an ordinary king with ideals."
"This king with ideals is now destroying the entire planet." Langdon said flatly, "I didn't even know you were so sympathetic."
"We've been together for a long time, it's inevitable." Tifa's tone was calm, "He can be regarded as my own training, like a son."
"Going to bed with your son is not something admirable." Langdon's hand touched a copper lamp, and with a light pull, the narrow door that blew out the wet wind opened from a hidden corner, "Found the .”
The two stood at the door and stopped at the same time for a while.
"Have you figured out how to convince Alexander?" Langdon asked.
"Try slapping first," Tifa said.
Langdon pressed, "No way?"
Tifa stared at the dark doorway, and said calmly, "Of course he will kill them. He won't take too many people down there. You can kill them."
"Are you willing?" Langdon continued to ask without giving Tifa any room to think.
Tifa looked at Langdon strangely, and said, "Why don't you give up? What if it's Cecil instead?"
"Not willing." Langdon said flatly.
Tifa's eyes widened in shock, "Do you know what you're talking about?"
"I once wanted to destroy the entire planet." Langdon looked straight into the eyes of his colleagues, as if talking about something trivial, "I used to hate magic, and I was alone. If Cecil's dead, I will If you don't have any attachment to this world, then just destroy it." After speaking, he turned and entered the tunnel, leaving Tifa standing at the door dumbfounded.
The stairs are not artificial. The natural stone steps are very rough and slippery with moss. If you are not careful, you will fall down. The two walked carefully for more than ten minutes. Suddenly, the eyes opened up, and the bright light shone red on them. On his face, a purple "lake" appeared in front of his eyes, but the texture looked more like magma, and the heat was terrible.
At the edge of the "lake", a person was kneeling and prostrating. Tifa was very familiar with that figure, and floated over in a low voice: "Your will will surely permeate this world, and the glory of magic will fill the earth. We will return to the glory of heaven. Be your most loyal people, you are the only truth, the hope of this world..."
On the purple lake, an ethereal human figure swayed from time to time, like a poor-quality phantom. The heat of the lake evaporated, making the human figure look even more unreal.
There was a moment of tingling in Tifa's heart. The child he had devoted himself to nurturing was bewitched and became a stupid believer. Gods come from mortals, and mortals are not tools of gods but creators. Believe in God?
"The law of magic?" Langdon said through magic voice transmission, "It doesn't feel right."
"Probably to control Alexander more firmly." Tifa replied.
Langdon asked with a look in his eyes.
"Alex." Tifa motioned Langdon to take a few steps back, walked out alone and said softly, "Alex, what are you doing?"
Alexander straightened up suddenly and turned around, his eyes turned red when he saw Tifa: "Honey, did the God of Truth let your soul come to see me?"
Tifa: "..."
"Ah, that's great, that's great!" Alexander staggered up, ran over to hug Tifa with open arms, "I miss you so much, no one in the palace understands me, they don't understand Me, only you, only your dear, you are still like this..." His voice stopped, and there was a look of confusion in his eyes, after all, Tifa now is dressed differently from before, and she doesn't look so indistinguishable, her temperament Too much difference, "You... Baker?"
"It's me, Alex." Tifa smiled gently and raised her slap, and the next second, she slapped hard, "Be sober!"
Alexander was spun out and rolled out. The scene was very funny, but Tifa and Langdon didn't dare to show their anger, waiting nervously for the result.After a few seconds, he struggled to get up and stared at Tifa with an indescribable expression, as if he didn't understand what happened.
"Dear Alex, do you think we should fight at this time?" Tifa softened her voice and took Alexander's hand, "I love you so much, Alex, think about your past, think about what we have experienced, A war with the Middle Kingdom is not what you want, not you."
Alexander seemed to break away from something for a moment, and then became firm again: "No, the Middle Kingdom must be destroyed! That is evil, and it must not be tolerated!" As soon as he finished speaking, the purple lake suddenly stirred up waves, and the illusory figure took a step forward Walking over, clinging to his back, as if fused with him, he stood up, with a faint light in his eyes, and moved towards Tifa nimbly.
Tifa is not an embroidered pillow. One sideways dodged Alexander's first blow, raised his other hand, and slapped it down at an incredible angle. This slap was firmly eaten by Alexander, but unfortunately, he seemed to Feeling nothing, staring at Tifa like a wooden man, eyes full of anger.
"Evil must be wiped out!" Alexander roared through gritted teeth, his voice echoing in the cave, "The Middle Kingdom must be wiped out, you...!"
Alexander's last words were stuck in his throat, Langdon came out, he opened his mouth for a long time before he said stiffly: "You... go!"
This way of expression is obviously not Alexander. Langdon felt that this was a good opportunity and asked, "Why do you want to destroy industrial civilization?"
Alexander stood there dumbfounded, and after a while, he struggled to say two words: "You go."
"I just want to know the answer." Although the God of Civilization has repeatedly emphasized that the laws cannot be communicated, Langdon still wants to try, "I know why you want to do this, industrial civilization can coexist with magical civilization, can't it?"
Alexander's body trembled, and the phantom figure suddenly broke away, spreading out into a blanket-like thing in the air, extremely bright and hot, and a hoarse and unreal voice sounded in the cave: [Magic...decline...limit... 】
"Magic can also develop the civilization of the universe." Langdon said patiently, "The Dijal civilization, you know? It's the one you tricked. They invented the method of using magic to allow the soul to shuttle between the universe, and There are many, many things in the global magic network, and Cecil also said that magic has many uses in industrial society, why can't they coexist?"
The blanket twisted and changed, and the sentence was still repeated: [Falling...Falling...]
Langdon seriously considered whether it was possible to succeed in a fight with this guy, and finally gave in to reason. He couldn't imagine how Cecil would feel after losing him, just as he couldn't imagine losing Cecil.
"Tifa, put Alexander..." Langdon's voice stopped, "Where's Alexander?"
This is the first time Tifa has seen the magic law with his own eyes. I have to say that this thing is really bluffing. No matter how many people you see, mortals will always be affected emotionally. It is a thing of admiration and fear from the bottom of the heart , is deeply rooted in the soul and cannot be erased.Therefore, he neglected to pay attention to Alexander, and naturally he didn't know when Alexander slipped away.
"Fuck!" Tifa rarely cursed, looking around, "I'll go find him!"
"Don't look for it." Langdon said sullenly, "Leave immediately."
Langdon's choice was correct. As soon as they left with the channeling technique, a group of gold tax collectors rushed in and searched everywhere, but naturally found nothing.
Alexander is still in a state of panic. The control of the truth and the secrets he heard just now made him feel ups and downs. Although he is awake now, he is more determined to destroy the Middle Kingdom as soon as possible.
In just ten years, this place with nothing has established a civilization that has an impact on the whole world. This kind of thing cannot be let go!
Alexander called the person in charge of the army. So far, his control over Luoxie is still very strong. Although the ministers and generals have some doubts, they are unable to resist. This is the result of his many years of management.
At the same time, the Divine Department of Chinese Civilization is searching for mages everywhere. Since the mage's tower became broken, the Dharma Association has found another small place to work, but this kind of shabby small building is impossible to satisfy senior mages. , They returned to their mage towers one after another, or built a new one, shrunk in and didn't care about world affairs.When the God of Civilization appeared, every sorcerer who had eaten the God of Magic would first say, "I've seen a lot of you little Gods of Civilization", and then I was shocked, then fearful, and finally begged for mercy. There are not many changes, which makes the tea god very boring.
"Hasn't anyone ever thought of handing in the stolen goods?" The God of Tea said dissatisfiedly, "It's too annoying to dig out the internal organs."
"Who would take the initiative to ask for an abdominal dissection?" The God of Paper Books was in a completely youthful state, walking with the God of Tea like a pair of lovers, but his tone was still cheap, "It's not a mental illness."
There are always all kinds of flags in life, and the same is true for gods. When the god of paper books and the god of tea were looking for the next target, the gray-haired old mage was stretching his hands in his stomach, with a painful expression on his face. Shouted, "Come out! Come out! Come out for me!"
The God of Paper Book and the God of Tea just watched the old mage take out the liver and spleen, and dragged out a piece of groundwater. When the glowing fragment fell out, he seemed to let out a sigh of satisfaction, and never moved again.
The glowing fragments floated in the air for a moment before disappearing, and the two gods of civilization also received a message from the god of Saturn: It's over, come back soon!
Cecil witnessed the resurrection of a god of civilization with his own eyes. Like building blocks, he gradually accumulated from small fragments. When most of his body was completed, he came to life. His limbs and body twitched from time to time, and there was still a little bit of his head left. At that time, a hand actually touched the face, as if looking for the lost part.
When the last pieces were assembled, a handsome young man appeared in front of Cecil's eyes. He had platinum-blonde long hair, a face like an ancient Greek statue, a pair of black pupils, and a steel-gray skin. The god of magic that Cecil had "seen" before was indeed completely different.
When he spoke, his voice was low and hoarse, like rubbing cotton: "Ah--what a nightmare experience, what year is it now?"
A group of gods of Chinese civilization looked at Lord, the god of local knowledge.
"You have been missing for almost a hundred years." Lord said with emotion, "Not only that, no one can tell when you were killed, and even the memories of those murderers have problems."
"The flesh and blood of a god is not so delicious, it will erode mortals." The God of Magic smiled in a good mood, "However, it's over, thank you, strange gods."
The meeting room was silent, and the newly revived God of Magic also noticed something was wrong, looked around and said, "What's wrong?"
"What do you think about the laws of magic and the laws of science?" Cecil bit the bullet and said, "After all, you were born under double laws."
"Ah, you want to ask about this?" The God of Magic said with a half-smile, "Let me guess, you are on the side of scientific laws, right?"
Cecil laughed dryly: "After all, I don't have any magic power on me."
"People like you are very rare, but where I am standing now, the laws of science are stronger... No, why are the laws of science so much stronger?" The God of Magic frowned, "What happened?"
"It's a long story..." Facing the eyes of the god of agriculture like a copper bull, Cecil could only make a long story short, roughly describing the current situation, and said with anticipation on his face, "So, we resurrected you, and we hope Here you have found a way to dissuade these two laws from quarrelling."
After hearing this, the God of Magic's already gray skin turned blue. He stared at Cecil with a dull expression for a while, and said, "What can I do?!"
Everyone's hearts sank, and Cecil subconsciously held his breath, as if a piece of ice had been stuffed into his stomach.
"However, haven't you ever thought about confusing the law?" the God of Magic continued.
Cecil exhaled sharply, and said loudly, "How? How? Can this make them stay together?"
"It's impossible for mortals or gods of civilization to create laws." The God of Magic said slowly, "But laws can be confused, as long as these laws exist, such as the fire and water elements in magic laws, whatever Whichever is stronger is fine, and the laws of this planet will gradually change to fire magic or water magic. If magic and technology coexist, then it would be good to mix the two. From a certain point of view, it will be like creating a new laws, so that the two laws gradually come to regard each other as part of themselves."
The gods of civilization frowned.
"I've never heard of such a thing!" Said Nong Shen, "Don't tell me you're lying?"
"This sounds too fake, the law is beyond our control." The God of Tea said sympathetically, "The law of confusion... feels unreliable."
The God of Magic gave the other gods a sideways look, and said, "Because you grew up under one kind of law, and I have two kinds."
"But you are still a god of civilization, born from the activities of mortals." Paper God said, "You are not different from us, are you?"
"If I am no different from you, why did the law of magic frame me in the first place?" The God of Magic smiled and said, "Because I am the first representative phenomenon of confusing the law!"
"The laws of technology and the laws of magic can be said to be mutually exclusive." Cecil said, "If you are the first representative phenomenon..."
"I remember there are other confusions." The God of Magic looked in Ebo's direction, "Why can't I feel it?"
Cecil immediately thought of the senior who traveled through time: "Did you mean the climate regulator of the White Tower?"
"Ah, yes, that's the name!" The God of Magic said happily, "What's wrong? It's broken? It's impossible. I saw the original design, and it won't be a problem to use it for hundreds of years."
Cecil: "Uh..."
Thinking about it carefully, it is true that after the ancient magical miracles disappeared one by one, the conflicts between the laws of magic and the laws of science have increased. Of course, the rise of the Middle Kingdom is also one of the reasons.
This is fucking embarrassing.
"Are you completely rejecting magic?" The God of Magic looked out the window, "You can hardly get in the law of magic here, and the breath of scientific law is very strong."
"I didn't reject magic, but I don't know how to use it." Cecil said angrily.
"No wonder." The God of Magic nodded, "It's a pity, if you can use magic and technology at the same time, your place should become the best phenomenon of the Law of Confusion."
For a moment, the group of people and gods who were so worried about the "separation" of the laws of the two sides that they lost their hair could not help but feel the great irony, and it was they who caused this final result.
"Can a law disappear?" Cecil asked.
"The law is indestructible." The God of Magic shook his head and said, "Even if there is only a small piece of mass left, the law will be stored on it. If you throw it into a black hole or the sun, it will work."
Look, look, the god of magic speaks differently!
Just when everyone was at a loss, Langdon's voice appeared at the door: "Sorry, Alexander ran away..."
"Huh?" The God of Magic's eyes widened when he saw Langdon, "Why are you here?"
Langdon was taken aback, and asked cautiously, "Why can't I be here? Who are you?"
"This is the place of the laws of science. You... are almost magic itself. Why are you here? Can you use magic here?" The God of Magic said in shock, "Impossible, the laws of science will not tolerate you Here it is."
Cecil introduced the identity of the God of Magic, and Langdon stretched his brows: "I can always use magic here."
"Is there no lag?" asked the God of Magic.
"No."
"No recession either?"
"No."
"It's difficult to gather without mana?"
Langdon shook his head: "My current magic level is the same as before, even higher than before."
The god of magic clicked his tongue and showed a puzzled look: "Impossible, why can it tolerate you?"
No one can answer this question, but at least there is hope.
When a group of people and gods in the Yuecheng meeting room were thinking hard all day long, the border of Luoxie was covered in black with a large army. It was early August, and the hot weather did not stop the footsteps of these gold tax officials. Once, their majesty Alexander also came to the battle in person.
"Warriors, this time we will be ashamed. The small tricks of the Middle Kingdom are not to be feared. Let go of fear, and we will restore the glory of magic in the east."
The purification operation did not restore the former affluent life. Losers who had lost their good life had an unprecedented desire to join the army. In order to support their families, live, and future, men and women stood up without hesitation. Alexander easily raised [-] The army, in terms of the proportion of the total population, is already terrifying,
"To the east, glory or death!!" Alexander's mobilization slogan meant that this was the final battle.