Thomas' figure landed on a platform of the giant ship, and stood quietly, speaking calmly. "I'm not here to fight with you." He raised his head and stared at him from a few hundred feet away, staring down at him.
Edward looked at him, then slowly raised his hands and slid his sleeves to his shoulders, as if to show that he had no intention of casting spells and did not carry any magic props: "I just want to talk to you."
"Oh, let's talk about it, okay?" Edward chuckled: "What to talk about?"
After his words fell, a burst of light flashed in the space.
Balls of bright flames spurted out from the tips of his outstretched fingers. The bright yellow and dark red flames in the flames kept rolling and expanding, almost continuously bombarding the golden barrier!
The power of Otiluk's magic-sealing ball was instantly offset by the violent elemental fluctuations, and Thomas' figure was teleported thirty feet away by the triggered random door! But the flames rolled around like living creatures.
Huge tentacles emerged, winding up again, and the flames that swept the ground immediately melted the bricks and stones there, turning them into fiery red transparent crystals, which extended forward to form a red trench.
The storm brought a pungent burnt smell and a heat wave to his face! The archmage had to shout a spell loudly, re-arrange a layer of halo around him, and then stride out of the flames!
Immune to fire damage?
Edward no longer even expressed his contempt. He moved his fingers, and there was a crisp sound in the air like shattering glass - the protection that had just blocked the flames was peeled off layer by layer by invisible forces!
"So, Your Excellency, Archmage, do you have any advice? Are you here to tell me how insignificant my power is?"
The metal components stretched, combined, and rotated to construct a large table with a strong mechanical style, which carried the Psion's elbow. His fingers were interlocked and supported under his nose. He squinted his eyes and looked at the rather embarrassed man.
The visitor's silver gaze seemed to contain invisible power, making the thirty-foot space between the two men tremble slightly.
Despite this deliberate intimidation, Thomas's behavior was still just right and calm: "I came here for peaceful purposes." He said without changing his expression.
"Oh, are you peacefully admonishing me to submit to you, or are you peacefully telling me a trap for me to jump into?" Edward was not shy about his sarcasm: "How much do you think I will believe this kind of thing?"
"I came here alone to express my sincerity." Thomas slowly raised his hand again, seemingly not dissatisfied with the other party's undeclared war, but shook his head slightly: "I no longer have any powerful protective spells.
, and my insignificant attack spells will certainly not pose any threat to you, so I hope you can listen to what I say."
"Sincerity? Because of your sincerity. That's why you are still standing there." Edward responded calmly: "Then, I am waiting for more sincerity from you."
"I'm here to surrender to you."
"Well, what's the reason? Please give me a reasonable reason. At least it must be convincing. For example, what made you repent? For peace, love, and justice in the world?" Edward chuckled.
"I have no meaning to him anymore, because he once wanted to control me, but I didn't let him succeed, no. In fact, he almost succeeded, but I saw through it... so he began to deliberately control me.
I have cultivated several characters through my efforts, but now my power and prestige have been greatly reduced, and I know that characters who have lost their power cannot have a future of their own, so I decided to ask you for help.
"
Thomas sighed and said slowly.
"The situation has reached this point. It is beyond my control. To stay on his side, I have no other choice but to serve him. Therefore, I have to leave him and seek other help. But so far, those who have the ability to help me
There are very few people out there, and the most likely one among them is you, Sir Edward."
"Oh, that's great. I'm really sincere. I will give you the appropriate treatment as a prisoner of war. You will get your own accommodation, three meals and water to ensure your life. As well as a certain degree of freedom, such as tickling and
Farts and all that...but your property should be my war
spoils, and you yourself should serve me for a period of time to repay the sins you committed before, for example, destroying my house and killing my father. Well, this sin is not that serious. You can do it for me.
If I work for three to five thousand years, I might consider giving you a good time."
It doesn't cost anything anyway, and Edward definitely doesn't mind ridiculing this guy before he shows his true attitude. With a flick of his finger, a passage has been opened again on the deck of the battleship, deep and dark, and he doesn't know where it leads.
"I can tell you that the way to Pandorion's plane is that his thoughts are trapped in it, and it is only a small demi-plane. With your current power, you can obliterate him...
"
Thomas's expression changed and he spoke hurriedly, but before he could finish his words, a second wave of power surged forward, pushing him directly into the huge cave!
"What he said...maybe it will be helpful? You must have been looking for that so-called space, right?"
The stone slabs moved under their feet, and Edward and Ariel were slowly sent back to the interior of the battleship. After moving forward for a moment in the passage with flashing lights of various colors, Ariel finally couldn't help but speak.
Although I do understand that this may be a trap, what Thomas said is also consistent with the facts.
"If we can directly eliminate the thought scum of Pandorien, although it will not help the current bad situation in the space, it can at least eliminate a source of trouble. This is beneficial... and for me, it is
At least I can avoid absorbing excessive energy to resurrect the royal power. In addition, even if I don’t believe him, I can still use psychic powers to find out his true thoughts, so there is no harm in accepting his surrender, and I am not afraid of him anyway.
Playing tricks&...that’s what you think, right?”
The words of the psychic warlock startled the blazing god, but when she frowned, Edward had already continued: "Don't worry, I don't need to read your thoughts for such an easy thing. Oh, really, I want to guess you.
It's so easy for people like this to think. No wonder you have spent so long and still haven't gotten rid of Pandorion. Remember, in the reality of gambling, those who choose the path of 'never lose',
In the end, they all lose and can’t even keep their virginity.”
"Zhen... the abominable evil one!" The word that the human accidentally mentioned made Ariel's heart skip a beat. The blood seemed to surge to her face uncontrollably, and she had to take a deep breath.
.cursed and turned his head.
Fortunately, the human seemed not to notice this change in mood.
At this moment, what the psychic is considering is the next plan.
As for what Thomas said, I'm sorry. Edward didn't believe a word of it.
When things have progressed to this point, with Pandorian's strength, will any of his subordinates be allowed to defect? What's more, a powerful subordinate like Thomas? From Thomas's side, with the situation already close to success, this
He seems to be the culprit who planned everything. Is there any reason for his sudden change of stance? Moreover, even if it is a defection, why does he have to choose Edward?
Throughout the ages, in thousands of worlds... those who can trample everyone under their feet have always been those with extraordinary abilities. The weak can only rely on the strong and continue to worship...
If Edward believed this...unless his head was opened by Katzeyek.
While thinking, the platform has quietly arrived outside the two doors.
The door opened silently, revealing a neat and orderly space behind it. The absence of any furnishings made the more than 300-foot-square space appear even more spacious and empty. The flat, mirror-like floor exuded a metallic blue-black luster, and the walls were placed along the walls.
On rows of shelves, there are various gems, metal materials and special
The special substances shone with the luster of magic and were neatly arranged in categories. Above the center of the space, the soft and bright light of a magic lamp extended downwards, only illuminating the center of the magic circle, and the space produced some light in that part.
It twisted and trembled, like a condensed water wave in the darkness.
The flash of metal continued to sound along with the sound of cutting and friction. The luster flashed as a result, reflecting countless looming figures coming and going in the surrounding darkness - only at the nodes of the magic circle. The shadow could be clearly seen.
——The limbs of the shadow-like skull-shaped golem carry different magic materials, which are accurately placed into the grooves of various shapes reserved on the ground.
This is one of the original central arrays of the floating city, which is the center responsible for teleportation. It is also the part that Edward needs to repair most urgently - but after his eyes stopped in front of the floating halo in the center, the psychic warlock was frowning.
, this magic circle is too big and too complicated. One hundred shadow steel golems worked together for nearly three hourglasses, but the magic circle only completed a small circle in the center.
Shadowsteel Golems do not know how to be lazy, but they cannot have high intelligence. For example, they can draw on the ground according to the lines on a drawing and put appropriate items in a certain part.
However, their sharp claws cannot be used with tools, and even the lines they cut on the ground are somewhat uneven in thickness.
It is impossible to rely on this kind of weapon-like golem to complete the troublesome task of creating a magic circle. And Edward did not understand the operation rules of the so-called magic circle, so he just recreated it according to the city's original magic circle.
.It is impossible to complete each part in an organized manner
The psion sighed.
The reason why he chose to repair this most complex and largest magic circle first was because he had to teleport this floating city directly into his own demiplane - this thing is really too big and too cool.
Not only the size, but also the huge magic power emitted from the core, which is more conspicuous than the sun in arcane vision, but this bright
Most weapons or protective abilities cannot take effect on this gadget, and it is an obvious target even at high altitudes. Now, after those demons left the portal, the weaker half spread around to look for human souls, while the other half
, those who are somewhat confident in their own strength will automatically focus on this giant ship.
In fact, if Edward uses all his strength, it is not impossible to open a portal to the demiplane that is large enough for this giant ship to pass through. However, the magic power fluctuations generated when the core of the floating city is operating requires precise control of teleportation.
His work is a fatal threat, and a few mistakes will lead to direct disintegration. Therefore, unless the core teleportation circle is repaired and the floating city's own power is used to teleport, Edward can only continue to "pull the wind" in the main material plane for a while.
In fact, we can also find some laborers from the territory to help?
But after thinking about it, he gave up the idea. Under the current situation, it was not safe to let those weak people enter here. Katzeyek was already very busy with the brainwashing work, so it was better not to find him out.
"You...don't you think about talking to that person?"
When Edward raised his hand, preparing to re-plan the somewhat distorted nodes of the magic circle, Ariel once again tentatively spoke.
She could hardly guess what the person in front of her was thinking - procrastinating like this would be of no benefit to anyone, especially the large-scale invasion of demons. The increase would definitely be civilian casualties, and it would be possible to directly destroy the Pandorian scum station.
The entrenched location can at least alleviate this situation slightly.
"Okay, based on the effect of the dimensional earthquake, the core of this teleportation will appear in about fifteen minutes, um, three hourglass scales, so you have this time." Edward turned his head: "I have to hurry up.
The magic circle has been constructed, but it can give you a direct channel, you can do whatever you want. Note that he still has some offensive spells that he has not used up."
"What?"
"Interrogation?" Edward raised his gaze and looked into Ariel's golden eyes matter-of-factly: "I'm not very good at this kind of thing... Since you volunteered to interrogate him from just now,
And the information obtained belongs to you. If you want, you can bring some people to raid his lair or ask Your Majesty Chen Xi to deal with this scumbag of Pandorien."
"I did not volunteer..."
Ariel was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he was suddenly so 'generous', but soon she understood something: "Those who pursue those who can't lose will lose the fastest in the end? Liars who tell lies, let
Your Majesty's clone came here, your purpose is to seek its power!"
"Hey, can I still absorb divine energy now?" Edward raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Well, even if my plan is really as you said, what's the point of it to me? Pan Duori
If grace comes, I will be the most dangerous one, right? Will I directly open a portal and run to duel with Pandorion's scum? Will the duel bring me benefits? Since I can assassinate Lansander's clone, then
Why can't you plot against me?"
"So, it's possible that he has some kind of positioning magic on him, so that the other party can determine your location? It's also possible that he is a magical channel that can directly affect you.
"Oh, people should not be judged by their appearance. It turns out that the same is true for celestial beings? I thought your thoughts would be simpler. It turns out that you don't have less colorful intestines in your belly than me?" The psychic nodded pretendingly, and then grabbed it.
Before the other party could retort, he said: "By the way, as a righteous person, you naturally think more carefully than your enemies. Otherwise, you won't be able to defeat your enemies and protect your kindness, right?"
The smile that turned up the corner of the human's mouth made the blazing god waiter tighten his grip on the hilt of his sword, glared at him, and finally just turned around and left, taking the newly opened passage.
Edward smiled.
Pretending to turn around, his mind directed several shadowsteel demons to turn in directions and start sliding lines, while he stretched out his hand.
A layer of light slowly swam on his arm and slowly invaded.
If you look closely, you can see that there are faint ripple-like fluctuations under the ivory skin on his arms. It seems that the body tissues underneath are operating on their own, but all tissue movements, as a whole, imply a certain kind of movement.
The underlying pattern. Inhaling slightly, the muscles of the arms slowly tightened, and the outline of the muscle bundles below were clearly reflected on the surface of the skin. He waved his hands in a circle, and with a snap,
Long claws have been displayed on the fingers, and the tips of the claws are shining with the brilliance of metal!
Gently tightening it, the long claw tips softened and turned into smooth and pink nails. That change did not seem to be suitable for 'transformation' but more suitable for 'transformation'.
Although it seems that this is just a simple contraction of muscles, such strengthening can almost be said to be directly changing Edward's natural body, turning it into something called a monster.
Some people have only seen plains in their lives, so naturally they will not try to climb mountains they have never seen before. These people are happy. Some people have seen mountains, but they can be very optimistic and think about not climbing them.
These people are also happy to be able to see scenery at the foot of the mountain that is similar to the scenery at the top of the mountain. Unfortunately, Edward is not an optimist by nature, and seems to have some obsessive-compulsive disorder. Therefore, what is in front of him is always not only a peak, but also a stretch of mountains.
mountains,
People who climb a mountain without preparation must either be overconfident or extremely capable.