Chapter 491 The Yanxu Lock of the Olympian Magister

Author: Going to the Winter

Chapter 491 The Yanxu Lock of the Olympian Magister

"Compared with some believers who have faith and establish themselves in this way, all mages are dark, unfaithful egoists—even warlocks have a much better evaluation of this.

Is this really the case?

The great wizard who has reached the advanced stage, between having his own tower and mental disorder, usually scoffs at this kind of civilian statement.

Moreover, it is too easy to give counterexamples: the most common elemental mages must believe in the power of each element, otherwise how can the ice cone and fireball released to the enemy appear out of thin air?

But on the other hand, these great masters cannot deny that this belief is sometimes just equivalent to the recognition and use of this power itself, which is completely different from the idea of ​​the pious.

‘The ants throw fireballs at me today. What are you kidding?’ – A complaint from the Lord of Fire Lagsyros.

Among all beliefs, the belief of the Olympian masters with few people is the most unique. They do not believe in the power of a certain domain, but a strange concept.

Mathematical Olympians call it: ‘Cosmic Constant’.

Of course, if someone tries to ask what the cosmic constant is, the answers you get will either be vague or obscure. After all, you must first become an Olympian mage to understand what the Olympian mage is saying. Once you become an Olympian mage, the language system will be completely changed.

One external guess approved by the most proportional Olympian mage is: ‘The cosmic constant is the adjustment value of the ultimate answer to the universe.’

It is obvious that this answer has both vague and obscure nature, and nothing can be explained.

Only raised more questions:

What is the ultimate answer to the universe? What is the ultimate question? What role does pursuing this adjustment value play in the power of the Olympian mage?

There are few Olympiad mages, each of them is out of the mainstream, and they have a network of internal connections. As external personnel, even if they want to understand, there are still many mysteries in front of them..."

——"Suspicious Mathematical Mathematical Master"

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"I don't care about the fraction."

Nisse placed a wide range of fire-extinguishing spell in one sleeve, passed through Markchita, and stared at the spirit of the flame order, "I want to get it. Otherwise I will destroy you. You are also considered a flame, right? Maybe there is a door hidden under your butt."

"First, I don't have a butt."

The voice of the Yanxu Spirit became sharp, and his two concave eyes widened, "Also, how dare you--"

Nisse popped up the fire-extinguishing spell. The spirit of the Yan Sequence made a scream like a burst of mud and water, spreading it out on the liquid level.

"Hey!" Markchita screamed, "If we remove it, we will never be able to open the door again!"

"It didn't say that there were only three doors. Didn't it?"

Nisse extinguished the brazier on the left and right of the first and third doors in sequence, and watched the face of the Yanshu Spirit becoming flat and gradually disappearing in the central stone basin, "I asked specifically whether the hub was behind the other two doors. And it avoided this question. It only said, walk over and extinguish the flames on the door. That's what I did."

"How can I be sure of this..." Markchita grabbed his stomach, "I know it's not like this!"

"Calm down. I didn't accuse you of deceiving. Maybe what you said is true. If outsiders want to get the hub, they need to get the spirit of the Spirit of the Flame Order - you have obtained it for us, and they have also obtained the qualification of the 'Fire Watcher' and made certain sacrifices - that is, the role of the 'Watcher'."

"It doesn't have to be sacrificed! There's a high chance that nothing will happen!"

That's true. Nesse thought. But the little girl just now - named Tarostos, wasn't she? She reminded him that the person who designed this hub could only be an Olympian. Only they like to play with numbers and proportions so accurately.

The Olympian mage is meticulous in logic and has a fanatical preference for definition. He likes to cover every condition and also likes to handle special matters. Is the hub designed to never be used again after being placed? If this is true, other magicians will definitely not leave any back doors here.

But the math mage will consider any tiny possibility.

Therefore, there must be a way to obtain the hub without any injury. In the eyes of the Olympian mage, the result is strictly calculated according to expectations - fortunately he still knows this. There is a one-third chance that a person will be sacrificed is a one-third of the person.

Since expectations are positive, they cannot be considered harmless. Therefore, there must be other solutions.

On the other hand, their obsession with definition also determines that since this is a Yan Sequence Lock, it must be a Yan Sequence Lock...

But Nesse simply pointed backwards: "She is still alive. It means that the choice is right now."

Markchita turned his head and looked at the pretty Winnie, and then turned around.

The two doors began to turn back into a dark state, and the liquid level in the stone basin began to drop. Only the flat bottom was covered with a light layer of red mucus.

There was a "pop".

It was like an ancient giant beast suddenly opened its eyes. A hole leaked out from the bottom of the stone basin.

"So that's how it is." The demon of beauty hated suddenly realized.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and rolled his four eyes: "Since you have found the hub, even if my mission is completed successfully, then I will leave?" He looked at Nisse as if requesting, "Please take out the discouraged arrow from me."

"Are you leaving? Sir?" Ancoul looked at Markchita with a reluctance. Tarostos also looked at him with his bright eyes.

Perhaps it was the reason why the two children's attitude towards the despised demon was completely different from when they first met. Markchita scratched his head and avoided their gaze, as if a little surprised and a little embarrassed.

"Will you go to Bezebu?" Nesse asked.

"Nee..." Markchita grinned, "I won't turn my head to attack you! Well, you guys. I will find a place with a bad scenery and rest my eyes. That's it! Look... we agreed..."

"I have no objection to your future. I can't control it."

Nesse pressed a fist against Makchita's chest and tried his best to pull it out. A small gray arrow covered with hot demon blood was added to his hand. "Go."

The demon of Emotion covered his chest with one hand and gasped hard. His body swelled and black smoke began to emerge. His fingers and arms clattered, and became thicker in an instant.

The smell of rotten oranges immediately spread throughout the hall.

"Well. Goodbye." Markchita said stutteringly, turning his head with difficulty, trying to shake his hands towards Tarostos and Ancole too - the two children hid behind Blaze again, each showing a horrified eye.

"Goodbye~ Mr. Fat Demon." Only Blaze shook his hand leisurely.

"Goodbye. Beautiful little things. I hope not to see you again." The demon of Eagle said again. Then he quickly left everyone's sight.

Today is better, write a chapter first

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