"Inspiration? Inspiration!" Wright exclaimed.
Could it be said that it is the "inspiration" of one of the seven sequence cores? It is difficult for humans to obtain "wisdom", but the "inspiration" born with the lost?
"Haha, inspiration, it seems that this is Soulkod, this orc, no, this orc with dragon blood has given me the power. I heard Molos say when he was chatting that the dragons in the first era were powerful, and they had also created brilliant civilizations. Moreover, the magic power they had at birth was a powerful force that most humans could not reach in their entire lives."
"The power of the dragon clan, the great dragon clan, the great magic power, the great Soukod."
Wright felt the warm water flowing all over his body, becoming hot and hot, and finally being able to completely discharge every pore and every muscle of the body from the impurities and dirt in his body.
"Great God of Order! Great Creator!"
“Great Creator!”
“Great Creator!”
Wright raised his head hard and looked up at the extremely bright light.
He is praising the beauty of power and the Creator who created this fantasy and wonderful world.
At this moment, his heart was filled with admiration for the gods.
Although he had never really come into contact with these sectarian gods, there were not even many of them that he admired.
But at this moment, he admired them from the bottom of his heart.
He wanted to crawl at the feet of the gods, worship them, and admire these charming powers.
The force of the force became a fast moving, like an electron, rushing into and out of Wright's body and lingered around him.
He looked down at his body. Although the silver-white top on his abdomen had a big hole, his belly had already completely healed. In addition to a faint layer of red blood, his muscles and the skin covered on him had become intact.
It seems to be a little stronger and tighter than before.
He smiled and looked up, wishing to thank Soukod, who was still a little bit of consciousness, who still had some remnant of his strength.
However, Soukod's body in front of him quickly began to collapse and collapse, turning into countless light balls surrounding his body.
Starting from the legs, abdomen, chest, arms, and finally the orc head.
Before the body completely disappeared, Soukod barely turned his body, smiled and smiled at Wright in his ethereal teenage voice:
"Go on with this power. Every [Order] has a great mission to benefit a race and create a new world. Wright... Brother, you have... been... already...inspired. Now, when you face the gods... it is completely impossible...unable to collapse...ah."
"Soulkod." Wright murmured.
His eyes were staring at Soukod, who had completely turned into a ball of light and quickly exploded to the limit like fireworks.
Until, a ray of extreme blue light suddenly emerged from the center of his vision.
Like a rapidly reproductive bacteria, Wright's entire vision was instantly filled in just four or five seconds.
"Is this...a blue of 'inspiration'?" Wright whispered.
At this moment, his body seemed to be frozen, as if he was exerted by the [Temptation] with a magic source power skill similar to a fixed body.
His mouth was slightly open, and his chest, which had already become hot, quickly cooled down and returned to its original temperature.
A stream of dark red or black liquid flowed out from his neck, abdomen, and hands, and some of the unspreaded underwear that had been stained under the uniform of the guards.
He felt his body become transparent and light, his strength became full, his thinking became clearer, and his perception of things around him also increased to an unquantifiable level.
He has completely obtained the "inspiration" sequence core and has been promoted to the rank 6: Inspirational psychic.
Until, the familiar feeling of dizziness and sleepiness came...
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...
"Time, space, past, future, up and down, left and right, four directions."
The voice of a girl-like boy kept lingering in Wright's ears at some point.
He felt like he was lying on a comfortable "Simmons" bed, and the appropriate temperature made him not want to open his eyes immediately.
The comfortable feeling between half-dream and half-awake made him greedy for the feeling of sleeping as if bathing in a hot spring.
"Time, space..."
The sound just now suddenly turned into a sharp, aggressive woman's voice, like a crow singing, like countless sparrows "singing" uncontrollably.
However, those songs that tweet and "sing" were not familiar Western ballads or Cruise-style country music, but rather old music and wizard music. They made Wright unable to bear the half-dream and half-awake state, and roared suddenly.
"Shut up!"
Wright suddenly woke up, got up and looked around in a panic.
The room that has experienced the battle seems extremely messy and messy.
Wright moved his whole body as much as possible, held the dusty wooden floor with his hands and stood up straight.
The surrounding environment has become dim and dim from the brightest before.
The lampshade of the gas lamp originally hung on the wall, which emits incandescent light, was covered with smoke and dust, and the inside was flashing, as if it could no longer support the consumption of long-term power-on, and was about to be extinguished.
The part on the left, which looks like the restaurant, still has traces left by Soukod's breath, and part of it penetrates the floor and you can see the dark space below.
Looking forward, the white tablecloth on the round table has turned into a yellow tone, covered with dirt, and some tables even have a corner missing, revealing the glass cover covered with mold inside.
Most of the vases with green plants were broken, and all the plants in full withered and withered. It seemed that after time washing, they were about to be completely annihilated and become a pile of powder.
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"Sure enough, without the power of Soukod, the power of the old heraldry is weakening again, and this place has returned to what it should have been. It seems that it is not far from collapse. As long as I continue to walk inside and contact the body of...'Water of the Different Sea'." Wright said with some loss.
His gaze continued to scan from left to right. The oak desk was completely moldy and several "slim" mushrooms grew. The globe and pen on it disappeared, and half of them were covered with dark red, already solidified liquid.
The two rows of bookshelf were intact, but dust and spider webs had occupied the surface of all books, and the black leather seats Soukod had sat in broke from the middle and lay quietly and broken on the ground, as if witnessing the passage of time and the fierce battle just now.
There should be no value for continuing to stay here. Soukod should have gone to the "King of Heaven", or died after completely getting rid of the monster in the order position.
Now it seems that I have been in the lake in Donusk for no more than two days, and I don’t feel hungry in my body.
I remember Brett said that the journal Imperial Medicine mentioned the content about psychics: Similar to humans, psychics also need to eat human food, and they have a sense of hunger like humans.
But you won’t starve to death without food, but you will feel exhausted and eventually become an unintentional person.
Research shows that obtaining magic source power cannot delay or solve hunger, and sometimes it can accelerate physical energy consumption and enter a state of hunger earlier.
"That's what..." Wright thought, holding his chin:
"It should be time to use the 'Mingzhi Gun'. Light up the internal space, find that passage, and enter the innermost room, right?"
Wright pulled out the "Ming's Gun" from his waist that looked like a revolver, which had already emitted a faint purple light and was inlaid with gems.
After looking at it for a few seconds, after taking a deep breath, Wright aimed at his head and pulled the trigger of the "Miming Gun".
bump!
Ring?
This time I heard a gunshot?
Before Wright could make any difference, he suddenly felt the object in his hand explode, and he was so scared that he had to take a few steps back.
Immediately afterwards, a bright purple light shone by, and the "Secret Gun" in his hand turned into several large purple fragments, falling to the ground along the fingertips and palms.
"It seems that this 'Search Gun' has also fulfilled its mission." Wright smiled bitterly.
He stood quietly, waiting for instructions to arrive.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, a cold voice from his ears appeared again.
"Looking up at the stars."
"What?" Wright puzzled.
"Look up and fantasize that I am looking up at the stars, and the road will naturally appear. My mission...completely, completed. Ahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."
After more than ten seconds of crazy and uncomfortable laughter came to an abrupt end, Wright chose to clear up his confused thinking, closed his eyes, and looked up to imagine that he was under the summer night sky, looking up at the endless stars in the vast universe.
A few seconds later, he heard a sound of mechanical gears running.
Opening his eyes and looking forward, a corridor with a dim light that seemed to never be seen suddenly appeared in front of him.
"It seems that passing through this is that room, there is the room where the water body of the alien surface of the monster and the Emblem of Tomorrow." Wright said, and pounded his chest with a few "bang" due to excitement, trying to soothe the restless heart.
Then he took his right foot and walked forward with a light and fast pace.
The corridor is dim and is mainly dark in color.
There was no hanging object on the walls above and on the left and right sides, only an oil lamp carved with a double-headed eagle pattern was emitting a faint light eroded by the darkness.
The ground of the corridor seemed to be covered with a layer of hollow metal plates. When stepped on it, Wright could clearly hear the "dongdong" sounds with echoes from his feet.
As he kept walking, Wright felt that the corridor seemed to be boundless and endless. He did not choose to look back. He knew that the move to retreat had no meaning and would not bring him any new useful information.
Finally, after walking for such a long time as an era, Wright finally felt like he was stepping on a hard concrete floor.
"Are you coming soon?" Wright guessed.
He tried to surging the red magic power in his body in preparation for the next battle.
What surprised him was that the surging speed of the magic source power was much faster than before, saving almost 20% in time.
Moreover, the "Red Kite Eagle Shield" formed by the red magic source power was brighter and redder than before, and it also emitted several forces that looked like smoke, instantly crossing and wrapping his upper body.
"Full power." Wright raised his lips slightly.
Just as he clenched his fists with both hands and waved his right fist like a boxer, he heard some strange sounds coming from the end of the corridor.
"Dong, dun, dun..."
"Dong, dun, dun..."
"The sound of a ball?" Wright guessed:
"Does anyone like to play basketball here? Yes, many of these traditional sports originated from Europe and the United States. The Western Land in the wasteland world is equivalent to the West in the world, so it is not surprising that there is this."
After walking forward for a few minutes, Wright saw a "slim" outline.
"Dong, dun, dun..."
The sound of the ball slapping seemed to increase a little, but it kept getting weaker.
Until a black "basketball" fell at Wright's feet.
"Big brother, can you return the ball to me?" The young child's voice came from directly in front of Wright.
Wright looked carefully and the space around him became brighter as the figure in front of him kept approaching.
After the figure stopped six or seven meters ahead, Wright looked down and saw a child about five years old.
He looked only one meter tall, with brown curly hair, and a pair of pure black eyes that were no different from Wright's own, wearing Cruzard imperial royal style costume.
The upper body is made of white as the base, with two red stripes in the middle running down, with buttons made of gold, and there are staggered red and blue gems nearby.
The pants were similar to the style of the clothes, except that there was a brass-shiny revolver on his waist!
In addition, Cruzder's face is relatively rosy and has a strong human atmosphere, not as cyan or pink as the Lost.
"What did you say? Do you want the ball?" Wright asked half a step back and stared at the Cruzder child with alertness.
"Yes, I'm playing basketball. Grandpa said that exercise is beneficial to the recovery of the disease. If you keep getting sick, you will not be able to inherit the throne. My father has been sick for a long time. Grandpa said he doesn't want to hand over the emperor's throne to him, so he hopes I will grow up as soon as possible." Cruzder replied angrily.
"Okay." A hint of sympathy suddenly appeared in Wright's heart.
He bent down and picked up the ball, stepped forward in three or two steps, and handed it to the Cruzde child.
But immediately afterwards, he saw from the corner of his eyes that Cruzed's child's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and his originally rosy face quickly turned into a blood-like blue-white color, and was covered with a layer of winding bright red blood vessels.
"The demon's hallucination!"
In the midst of lightning, Wright subconsciously pulled the revolver on Cruzder's kid's waist.
After pulling the trigger at an extremely fast speed, he raised his hand and pressed the back of Cruzde's child, pressing the back of his head with a gun.
Chapter completed!