Novayask, "Story of Interpretation of Destiny", the underground floor, "Magic Encyclopedia".
As soon as Wright sat on the cushion embroidered with iris, sunflowers and peonies, Anna poured a whole bottle of "Demonic Source Flame Liquid" on the magic circles carved with knives around.
boom!
A sudden and sudden eruption of flames made the dark space around which was as frightening as a forest, covered with a strange layer of strangeness, constantly swaying in a twisted posture, but could not see the flames of its body.
Immediately afterwards, the world around Wright suddenly became brighter, and the originally monotonous black and red tones were instantly shrouded in red sky, green ground and endless brown mountains.
These scenes belonging to nature do not have any truth that belongs to human cognition. Instead, they are superimposed colors that abstract artists use mosaic tuguese to piece together.
The branches of the trees sway stiffly, and the birds and creatures above their heads lingered away like stop-motion animations. The altars built with gravel formations suddenly appeared around them, with a layer of color exclusive to the ancient Khitan Ris culture.
Wright, who was sitting in this strange world, felt like a captured devil at this moment, in court to be tried in countless lurking demon hunters.
"This was once a real world. In the documents of Khitan Ris, it is called the living environment, which is the current dawn land." Anna's voice seemed to come from a deep sky of ten thousand meters, and it seemed ethereal and distant:
"A major feature of the red magic source power is inheritance, but after the Khitan Rises captured it, Yan Jun, the 'supreme ancestor', it became exclusive to the [Order]. Unfortunately, the theory of the upper class vocation in the first and second eras was not perfect. Therefore, this power was gradually forgotten until our tyrant came."
"Wright Socrate." Anna's voice returned to normal. She appeared in the illusion in front of Wright in her soul, floated to Wright, and continued to tell:
"This is the world belonging to Yanjun."
"Yan Jun? Then, what I will contact with is the power of the founding king of the Yanhuo Empire?" Wright's eyes seemed to be lit, his heart began to pound, his hands could not stop trembling, and an undepressed excitement appeared on his face.
"That's right." Anna, who was in the soul, nodded slightly and smiled:
"Because of your continuous output of magic power in the past few days, coupled with the weak Khitan Ris bloodline in your body. In fact, human souls and physical bodies are different entities. When transferred to a new physical body, they will always have subtle effects. If you are familiar with the Khitan Ris's texts and understand the culture of the Fire Empire, then the energy deep in your soul will bring you bloodlines that belong to the East."
"What a novel argument," Wright whispered, and he smiled slightly, expressing neither agree nor objection.
"The continuous release of magic power not only restores your 'Dark Touch' to life, but also creates a warm flame covering on your body, strengthening and tempering your body." Anna continued:
"This mild release, like breathing, will not only not cause you to collapse mentally, but will also make the red magic power more light, strong and flexible. In this way, it will no longer be concentrated near your brain and affect your thinking and cognition. Instead, it will flow through the whole body with blood and increase the body's acceptance, accelerate the intersection and condensation of magic power, and realize the 'secondary breathing of magic power' that I mentioned to you."
"So, here, I will continue to continue...uh, will I release the red magic power in a low degree?" Wright covered his chest and said with a puzzled look:
"You know, Anna, no matter how low the concentration of the red magic power is, it will affect my body. Once overdrawn, the impact will be irreversible. Moreover, according to my observation, the impact of this power on me is not reflected in the spirit or physical body, but from fate."
"You mean, it will transform your future?" Anna looked down at Wright in surprise. At this moment, as a soul state, she gave up her suspension state and walked slowly to Wright with her feet touching the ground.
"The power of the red magic power comes from the great Creator who sleeps in the nightmare, and the burning liquid that the lost and the half-lost rely on for their lives may come from Lalaye. But I can feel that the red magic power that has been passed down to this day contains too many "old" powers belonging to the deep sea. It seems that every former owner tends to use the power of "Dark Touch"." Wright whispered.
His dark eyes were always staring at the red space around him where the magic power was constantly rippling. He was afraid that his excessive language or emotional fluctuations would affect this hard-won "learning" environment.
"Because of the power." Anna, who entered this place in her soul state, was obviously not as careful as Wright. Instead, she spoke loudly enough:
"Humans will always admire powerful power. Even if there is only one-tenth of the chance, we will try our best to seize, snatch and dig until the body is broken, flesh and blood fly, spirit is eliminated, and the world is destroyed. Strong power must be uncontrollable.
"However, after many generations of [orderers] use and inheritance, the irritable side of the 'historic touch' has disappeared in the long river of history created by time. Except for the initial users who were 'ancient gods' or 'ancient creatures', the subsequent users are all humans without exception."
"Humanity? Will it give the Red Magic Power something special value?" Wright asked, looking at Anna in a daze.
"Of course there is." Anna's answer was firm, and her face sank slightly, like a Lich queen who controls the power of the devil. "'order', 'safe' and 'reason' are the great significance given to the 'dark touch' by human beings. The "Alien Demon Book" says: Tentacles are not representatives of 'old' in the strict sense, just like wings are not exclusive to the dragon clan; humans can use dragon wings to look at the sky, or use tentacles to appreciate the deep sea.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "So, fate and future are nonsense in my opinion. The dragon clan once said that humans are cursed races and will surely be anxious and eliminated under the glory of the dragon. But in fact, humans ruled the continent and almost dominated the planet.
"Fate is just the result of the interweaving of countless different choices, just adding a little uncertainty. And the future is a crystal ball built with ever-changing information. If you believe it, it is reality, if you don't believe it, it is speculation."
"So, you mean, I should abandon these nonsense about fate in my head, base myself on the present, and appreciate the original power of the connotation of the red magic power as much as possible. Only by interpreting them thoroughly for my use can I truly compete with the posture of a strong person... No, choose fate?" Wright clenched his fists with his hands and stared at Anna, his eyes were bright and shiny, revealing a firmness.
"Of course not. I mean, you have to try to absorb Yan Jun's power as soon as possible, otherwise my crystal ball will explode!" Anna urged almost hysterically.
"Oh, okay." Wright scratched his head awkwardly, sat cross-legged on the ground.
Soon, the surrounding red color poured from the sky to the place where you look. The mountains, lakes and trees were covered with a layer of blood-colored withered state, as if a magical disease passed through the prosperous and abundant place.
A circle of golden ripples spread outwards in the sky, and the disappearing movements appeared repeatedly. A series of battlefield roars belonging to humans and dragons from far to near, mixed with the explosion of gunpowder, embedded in the depths of Wright's spirit, attached to it and lingering like maggots.
Immediately afterwards, the stone formation around him began to surging constantly, and in the rapid black and dark sky, bursts of smoke enough to communicate with the gods rose, and the golden Khitan Ris words were constantly generated, with yellow talisman paper that set off its existence.
Gravel, talisman paper and circles of dark aura gathered up like a deep sea vortex, wrapping Wright in it like ancient trees, as if he was forced to integrate into this strange red sky with a strong Khitanese culture atmosphere.
However, a few seconds later, a rosy glow splashed out from Wright's heart, and the wall made of gravel cracked into a "net", reflecting the golden brilliance that was very different from the surrounding style.
A dragon-like roar came out of Wright's body, causing the mountains and rivers to shake, and the red clouds dissipated slightly.
Suddenly, all the smoke disappeared, and the gravel fell into the ground, turning into crisp powder. There was only a layer of burnt turf left on the ground, emitting a faint heat, while absorbing a huge amount of Mars falling from mid-air.
"Red Sky Cover."
"The Ancient Dragon Clan's Wrathful Song."
"Change in the desert."
"Wright, this is the great power exclusively to Khitan Reis Yanjun, the 'Red Dragon Roar'." Anna's extremely real voice came into Wright's ears. He suddenly looked up and found that he had returned to Anna's "Interpretation of Destiny" and returned to reality.
"Not bad, Yanjun's power is related to dragons. The royal family of the Fire Empire has at least half of the dragon bloodline. Their subjects admire the dragon culture." Anna clapped and congratulated Wright, explaining:
"If you are lucky enough to arrive at Khitan Ris smoothly, this power related to Yanjun and Dragon can win you a lot of their favor."
"So, Anna, what can the 'Red Dragon Roar' bring to my battle?" Wright looked up and looked at Anna with red eyes.
"It can strengthen your courage, strength and spirit, and most importantly..." Anna raised her lips and smiled intriguingly:
Chapter completed!