Zanti walked into the bathroom and washed her face hastily. The voice of her roommate came from outside:
"Just one practice in the simulator is enough to preserve your energy."
Zanti responded vaguely, without wiping his face. He faced the mirror and adjusted his breathing. After a while, blood-colored lines appeared, starting with the crack between the eyebrows as the lower end, and spread to less than half of his forehead. In addition to this area, chest, back,
There are similar blood lines on the limbs, but they are covered by clothes and cannot be seen in the mirror.
After a few seconds, these bloody lines disappeared completely, leaving no trace.
"This is the tradition of the clan, tradition..."
Zanti murmured, opened the door and went out.
He did not go directly to the simulation room. He walked around in a circle and went to the "Pantheon" hall specially opened by the "Yu-1337 Stargate" engineering ship. He clasped his hands and pressed them against the crack between his eyebrows. He closed his eyes and prayed devoutly.
.
He confessed his feelings to the gods:
I just used the means to stimulate my own potential, without affecting my belief in the God of Dawn and the great Lord of the Dawn. This is "a necessary move towards the dawn in the dark and lost way", and it is a "characteristic of the genetic population",
Just like "birds flapping their wings and worms burrowing into the mud", just to get closer to the great Lord.
Zanti knows very well that this method of stimulating potential is essentially a curse.
Cursing himself, he exchanged the subsequent long-term weakness for a moment of high excitement. He planned to use this method to deal with excessive calculation problems and corresponding actual combat.
He had already made the joke suggestion from his roommate, but it was not directed at the examiner, but at himself.
What he struggled with was how to confess his feelings to the gods.
It was a gamble...a gamble on the gods' favor.
There were more than a dozen people sitting in the prayer hall, and Zang Ti's tall figure was not particularly outstanding.
Everyone has no communication with each other, and the gods they believe in may not be the same.
Zan got used to this atmosphere early. After explaining his thoughts to the gods, he raised his head and faced the dome of the prayer hall and the complex pattern structure on the four walls.
There are no statues of gods in the "Pantheon" prayer hall, only abstract stripes, similar in shape but incomplete. It is just a shadow cast by the gods in this real world, with a more complex and profound structure, hidden in the indescribable
Know the depths of time and space.
Zanti chose among them skillfully, sketched the semicircular shape of the Holy Emblem of the God of Dawn, and waited for the god's judgment.
After half a breath, the semicircular holy emblem that Zanti was pointing to in his mind lit up slightly, just as before.
The great Lord of the Morning remained magnanimously silent.
Confidence began to rise, and her mind became more stable. Zanti even felt that there was a dense heat swirling in her chest, rising to her brain, and feeling cool again.
He's in better shape than ever.
"Praise be to the dawn!"
Zan Ti stood up and strode out of the prayer hall.
"It's strange. How did this little guy pray to the Lord of the Morning to attract the power of the 'Tattered God's Cloak'?"
The situation on the "lens" continued to evolve, and Ronan seemed to see it clearly but not clearly.
When Zanti prays, part of the lines in the prayer hall light up, symbolizing the God's care. But the power that cheers up this big-nosed guy is clearly the "comfort" from the "Dream God Evil"...
It can also be said to be the pollution of "dream seeds".
The fluctuations and directions of the "tattered god's cloak" are clearly displayed in the "lens".
During this period, Ronan was purely observing. He would never interfere. God knows whether this would alarm anything.
Everything happens spontaneously, just like this.
Ronan had some doubts that this was a dream specially woven for him by the "Dream God Evil", or it was another "test time and space" that he had not yet entered.
Because if you think about it carefully, if this were reality, it would only be even more ridiculous.
God knows where the boy with the big nose and the engineering ship that obviously does not belong to the earth's civilization are, how far away from the earth it is, and how he got in touch with the "Dream God" and the "Tattered God's Cloak".
Ronan couldn't grasp more specific things. He could only confirm the logic of the young man.
That Zanti was obviously deeply infected by the "Dream God" or the "Lord of Nightmares". His pursuit of a future and unrealistic expectations of external forces made it easy for the "Dream God"
door.
Ronan also didn't know whether the anxious reserve corporal could pass the final test under the deep contamination of the "Dream Seed" and the support of the void. He only felt that apart from the incredible time and space span, he had no
What to do, even if the influence of the "Tattered God's Cloak" is attributed to him, it does not match the "Level 3" difficulty of the previous "Be Prepared" interface.
But in the process, he gained a deeper grasp of the psychological information of the young reserve corporal.
So, the task process of the new "Be Prepared" interface has been reshaped?
It seems that this is more like a series of tasks. At present, it is just to introduce him to the background knowledge. The follow-up content is what he can intervene in, but he has to wait until Corporal Zanti successfully passes... at least after he has gone through that exam.
Able to make further assessments.
Ronan didn't think any more. Thinking too much at this stage would only lead to daydreams. Just keep observing.
He didn't stay too long. This kind of connection that couldn't distinguish between reality and fiction, but seemed to span a long distance in time and space, caused considerable consumption. After feeling the corresponding feeling of weakness, Ronan quickly regained his mind and cut out the "cloak"
"APP interface.
At this time, the sun in Xicheng had clearly shifted to the west.
Ronan recalled his previous experiences and did not spend too much time in self-perception. Therefore, the speed of time during this period seemed abnormal. However, considering that it seemed to span an unknown number of light-years of time and space, at worst there were real and illusory changes. This kind of dislocation
The feeling is completely understandable.
He briefly glanced at the other interfaces of the "Cloak" AP, but there were no changes. The most important credit points had not changed either. He became more and more convinced that the people and things he had just observed on the new "Be Prepared" interface were just one person.
beginning.
Ronan wanted to try other people reflected by the "lens", such as the old dead witch. But there was not enough time, so he could only wait until this cross-border experiment before trying. Next, he and the bat master who was recovering from his injuries also
Baihao said hello and locked in the city of Ai, five thousand kilometers away, where a group of familiar people had gathered.
A few seconds later, Ronan appeared in the sky above Ai City.
Out of politeness, he did not flash into place directly. He only stopped on a high-rise building with a good view to observe the scenery of this city that spans rivers, seas, and continents.
It didn't take long for Weisman to come over.
This knight of the Order of Justice is still wearing a black robe, dressed as he was in Mocheng, with a violent thug-like face, which is not suitable for being a welcome guest, but apart from the first sacrifice of justice, there is really no one here in Mocheng.
Someone whose identity is more suitable.
Ronan laughed: "I thought Archbishop Lanier would come over."