Chapter 1401 Lord of Thunder, you won’t create a black hole, will you?!
Gretel was caught and protected by Elder Fahim, and soared into the sky. As he flew upward, he felt a little dazed:
What am I going up for?
What did I do when I went up there?
While you were grabbing me and flying up, you asked me "Do you want to go see it?" So what exactly was the point of asking me this question?
Well, no matter what, Elder Fahim does do it for his own good. Observing the advancement of the legend is, in theory, of great benefit.
Not far away, Senior Brother Baierbo also pulled out a beam of fire and flew up anxiously...
But in fact, the teacher is a second-level legendary teacher, and this time it seems that he is going to advance to the third-level legendary level. The span is really too big. Grete is worried that even if he goes over to watch it, he is just a layman watching the fun, and whether he understands it or not.
Speaking of which, what is the essential difference between the legendary second level and the legendary third level?
Before these thoughts could be finished, they were already carried by Elder Fahim and rushed high into the sky. In front of him, it was dark and then bright. First, there were colorful colors, and then the clear blue sky, which had already passed through the enveloping range of the mystery chain:
From the ceiling, lightning poured down like a waterfall.
There was a person wrapped in the center of the electric light. Gretel only looked up and then closed his eyes, tears rolling down:
too bright!
too bright!
This glance is about to catch up with the electric sparks of direct-viewing electric welding! Good luck not giving him acute glaucoma!
With the tears flowing like this, it was naturally impossible to see clearly who the person in the center of the electric light was. But even without looking, Gretel knew that the person standing in the center of the electric light must be his teacher, the Lord of Thunder.
——How many thousands of volts do these lightning bolts have?
How much energy does this wave of current absorb? Convert it into matter... Sin, sin, no energy can withstand the mass-energy equation conversion. If all this lightning condenses into matter, it may only have one gram...
While thinking about it, he leveled his gaze and looked around. In the vast sea of seven-colored clouds, small dots rushed up one after another, spreading out in all directions with the Lord of Thunder as the center:
Those were the elven legends on Eternal Gathering Island. They rushed out of the Mystery Lock and were on alert to prevent enemies around them from interfering with the Lord of Thunder's advancement.
If there is any strong enemy that cannot be defeated by a single person, the power of Mysuo can be mobilized at any time to either protect or counterattack.
The Lord of Thunder went overseas, stayed on Everjum Island for so long, did so much research, and contributed so much to the treatment of the eldest prince, half of it was for this moment.
Let the mythical locks of Igor Peak protect him and let the legends of the council protect him. How can we mobilize the power of the elven legends to help on the elves' side?
When advancing in Nevis, the opposite Glorious Holy See will know about it in a minute and may attack in minutes. When advancing in Everlasting Island, even if they know it, it will be difficult to rush over to harass!
Not to mention, being so far apart, their detection capabilities are limited. Maybe after the advancement here, there will be no news from the other side, and they think they are a legendary second level...
The difference in combat power between the second level and the third level is more than doubled?
The Lord of Thunder stands proudly in the sky, looking up at the sky, opening his arms as if to embrace the entire sky. Around him, the demiplane has quietly emerged, attracting the thunder and receiving the power given by the thunder and lightning.
Grete closed his eyes for a while and cast several healing spells on himself before opening his eyes and looking upward again. This time, he behaved a little better and rubbed himself a pair of sunglasses——
The mage's trick, a zero-ring spell, is to rub it into a relatively rough, simple, low-volume, light-weight object, with the sunglasses just inside. Rub it out and snap it on your face, the brightness of your field of vision plummets, and you let out a comfortable sigh:
"Oh, I can finally open my eyes..."
This time he opened his eyes, but couldn't help but raise his sunglasses a little, and rubbed his lower eyes. Above his head, the lightning no longer fell like a waterfall, but lingered and swirled, forming a formation outside the demiplane of the Lord of Thunder.
"Winning around like this should be able to induce the magnetic field...magnetic force lines...magnetic force line cutting...Although it is invisible to the naked eye, there should be signs..."
"Gretel, what are you talking about?"
A curious female voice sounded from behind. Gretel secretly screamed in pain, but before she could turn around, her right shoulder was heavy and her chin was already raised:
"Grete, you run so fast! You can't even remember not to take me with you..."
"Well……"
I didn’t mean to run so fast, it was Elder Fahim who carried me up...
Of course he couldn't say this. The elder was taking good care of him and blaming the conflict on the elder, not a man. Gretel reluctantly turned his head and smiled coquettishly:
"I'm sorry...I'm afraid you'll be too tired to fly up with me on your back...especially when you have to bear the teacher's pressure to advance...I'll definitely call you next time..."
Serila snorted, then stood side by side with him, looking up.
In the time it took for these two sentences, the demiplane had gradually converged, and only the Lord of Thunder was surrounded by thousands of electric lights, rising higher and higher, rising higher and higher.
The swirling electric light seemed to be unable to catch up with his footsteps. Along the way, he could see little electric sparks falling down, trailing a long trail behind him, like the tail of a comet.
"Thousands of thunders surged around his body, and snow, rain, and hail fell all at once... Then he broke into the blue sky and flew away..."
Gretel's lips moved and he murmured silently. He watched the Lord of Thunder rise far into the sky and turned into a small black dot in his field of vision.
How high has it risen?
The lightning flashes are becoming less and less common. Is this past the troposphere and reaching the stratosphere?
Will it go to the mesosphere, or is it higher and rush up to the thermosphere? ... Probably not, the stratosphere is said to be 50 kilometers high, and the mesosphere is still 80 kilometers away...
At seven or eight kilometers, if the field of view is relatively good, you can barely see it. At 50 kilometers, you may not be able to see it. At 130 kilometers, you will definitely not be able to see it...
By the way, teacher, please take it easy, but don’t rush to the escape layer, and then you won’t be able to come back!
Gretel was thinking wildly. Although the Lord of Thunder was already very far away from them, the pressure did not lessen. On the contrary, it tended to increase:
It's cold and heavy. Just standing here makes people feel stuffy in their chests and it's a little difficult to breathe. You need to use force to relax your ribs and lift your chest before you can take a breath.
Behind him, Cerela let out a long groan, suddenly stretched out his body, and transformed into a dragon shape in mid-air. The scales closed and opened, opened and closed again, trying hard to feel the power flowing around him, and slapped his tail in confusion:
"Strange...this feeling is...this feeling is..."
She couldn't say it. Gretel couldn't say it either. She could only feel that her chest was getting more and more stuffy, and every cold hair was standing up, as if the whole sky was about to collapse——
The moment the pressure reached its limit, a hole suddenly appeared in the ceiling, and the black spots grew larger and larger. From the size of a sesame, to the size of a coin, to the size of a cup, to the size of a bowl, and then to the size of a plate.
…
As the black spot expands, all surrounding matter seems to have opened a floodgate, pouring into the black spot.
Gretel raised a finger, wet it with spit, and immediately felt the howling cold wind coming from the bottom up, passing over his finger, and converging upwards.
Looking down, the clouds under their feet were rolling, forming a twisted fold centered on their location.
That look looks like the cream flowers on the cake, and also like the texture of cookies, with a small white tip pointing straight to the ceiling——
In other words, the surrounding air and clouds are being stirred, attracted, and gathered toward the black hole above. And higher up, the light is shining, forming a huge beam of light that shines straight above the black spot...
"Teacher, what did you do? It can't be a black hole, right?"
Isn’t this research direction wrong?
He asked Elder Fahim carefully. The elder nodded first, then shook his head:
"Black hole... the name is quite similar. This is the third level of the legend. The second level of the legend has advanced to the third level. The demiplane has further expanded, swallowing more matter and energy... Fortunately, fortunately, he did not directly
Advance on the island..."
If you advance on the island, a layer of the trees, soil, and rocks on the Everlasting Island, along with the Mystery Chain and the Mystique Chain's energy, will inevitably be scraped off.
Even the Elf Legends have to fly to a small island dozens of miles away or even further away to advance to the next level.
The Lord of Thunder flew directly upward. Although it could not attract soil or creatures, the light, heat and wind poured into it were even more terrifying...
It seems that the black hole that Elder Fahim understands is not what he understands. Grete breathed a sigh of relief, and behind him, Cerela suddenly exclaimed:
"It's wrong! It's wrong!"
"What's wrong?"
Gretel suddenly turned around. Cerela flapped her wings in panic, closing her eyes and then opening them again. The strong wind pushed Gretel straight out dozens of meters away:
"The place is wrong! The direction is wrong! - What I see and what I feel are completely different!"
There was even a cry in her clear voice:
"Which way is south! Which way is north! I feel something is wrong! I...am I sick!"
Perception...perception of direction...magnetic field...geomagnetic field. Gretel suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky, which was slowly growing in size and moving downwards. There was already a black disk the size of a house:
"Condens your perceptions!"
He added a loudspeaker to himself and roared at the silver dragon:
"This is the teacher affecting the magnetism! Such a large magnetic field above will definitely affect your perception of the direction! Don't panic! Don't try to determine the direction, it will be fine in a while!
——You won’t fall down!!!”
"Won't……"
Serila flapped her wings a few more times, gradually calmed down, and floated in the air. The silver dragon's floating and feather falling techniques were almost innate, and they moved according to his heart.
Gretel tried his best to fly over, stood on her back, and touched the scales on the back of her neck:
"Teacher, I have gained a lot from this advancement... Even though we are so far away, we can still be affected... Hey, elder, should we move further away?"