Chapter 1622 Gretel, do you want to open a dragon island in your meditation world?
Oh no!
Saw it by Cerela!
what to do?
Destroy corpses and eliminate traces?!
If he were conducting experiments, researching transfiguration, and using other things to turn into a silver dragon, then what Gretel would have to do would be to immediately destroy the corpse and eliminate all traces. But now, he is the one who turns into a silver dragon, himself.
…
Then the option of destroying corpses and eliminating traces no longer exists. Not only does it not exist, but the option of shrinking on the spot and shrinking into a mini silver dragon also does not exist.
That will only make things worse!
It would only make Serila rush forward, take him into her arms without any explanation, and rub, rub, rub, rub!
So Gretel made a "pop" sound, and instantly changed from the dragon form to the human form. Then he quickly lowered his head, turned his back to Cerela, fell to the ground, and reached out to touch...
Thank God, he was still normal in his human form, and all his parts were still there. Gretel slowly huddled up, slowly got up, turned back one by one, and looked at Cerela:
Serila stood behind him, a few feet away, stretching out one hand forward. When he turned around, she almost touched the tip of his nose. Then, she pulled back an inch, then an inch, and then again.
One inch...
Her face looked extremely aggrieved.
Gretel almost felt that if she stretched out her hand and rubbed it, water would drip from those blue eyes.
But there was no way, there was really no way that my integrity could be shattered to this extent and turned into a toy dragon for her to rub...
"Uh, Serira, I'm going to continue meditating," Grete took a step back awkwardly, then took another step back. He stepped on the silver coin and it slipped on the ground. He leaned back and sat down on the spot.
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Ugh, luckily he reacted quickly enough and added a Feather Falling Technique to himself. But what is that thing under this butt? The silver coin is not like the silver coin, and the gold bowl is not like the gold bowl. It has many triangles and is a bit sharp.
, it's still pretty...
At this moment, it was obviously impossible to reach out and take out the things under his butt in front of Serira. Gretel secretly threw out a few mage hands, cleaned a small area of the floor, and allowed himself to sit a little more comfortably.
a little.
Then, as soon as he closed his eyes, he quickly fell into meditation:
Hurry!
Hurry!
Start meditating now!
His advancement is not over yet, not even half of it. By the time his advancement is over, at least two or three days will have passed. By then, this issue will be over, and Cerela will probably not continue.
Thinking about it...
Fortunately, he had become extremely proficient in meditation. He closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and soon entered a state of quietness, selflessness, calmness and tranquility.
And the mighty lightning continued to pour down, entering his meditation world. Under the guidance of his spiritual power, those powerful forces pounced on every chromosome record he had stored. Manifest, manifest, manifest.
Present, present...
The magicians of the plasticity department were the first to feel that something was wrong. The long white mist descended bit by bit from top to bottom, spreading and infiltrating.
It doesn't look like substantial mist, it doesn't contain water vapor, and it doesn't make people feel tight in their chests. However, it spreads over the top of the cabinet, across the tabletop, over the experimental instruments, over their shoulders and hands,
Gradually submerging their feet...
"This is……"
"What the hell is this..."
"Will it affect us..."
"Pay attention to the readings of the instrument! Pay attention to the readings! - Close everything you can! Watch out for an explosion!"
"Is that thing from last time coming again... I mean, do you feel hot in your body, or something like that..."
"Is the sobriety potion at hand? - Or would it be better to have a mechanized mind?"
"Ah, what is this..."
The magicians' eyes were quickly attracted. The mist was thick and thin, sparse in some places, and condensed in others. And the shapes of those condensed places seemed a bit familiar, as if they had seen it somewhere...
"These winding and winding things, little by little...are they chromosomes...double-helical chromosomes..."
"Ah, these are the chromosome fragments...yes, this is the one I made!" A younger magician's eyes widened and he almost threw himself on the translucent strip:
"I still remember the characteristics! They are exactly the same!"
However, he did it many times in a row before he was sure that what he had made was accurate and the plan was perfect and did not need to be changed.
Mage Nordmark... probably only took a glance, right?
How could he remember it so accurately?
"What is this... a fly?" The other magician took a step back, waved, then took a step back, and waved again:
"Why are there flies here? Flies made of white mist...why are they here?"
His fingers passed through the flies in vain. The white mist fluctuated but did not disperse, as if it existed in two different worlds from him. A colleague next to him touched him:
"This is a fruit fly... Master Nordmark has done many experiments using this creature. Have you not read his papers?"
"Wait, what is this?!"
A huge, huge shadow formed by white mist slowly descended downwards.
Because the body is so huge, when the bottom of the body sinks under the floor, the back of the body, or the top of the trunk, is not exposed, making it impossible to tell what kind it is.
There was only one magician standing in the corner of the laboratory, looking up at the group of angular skin muscles in front of him, and asked hesitantly:
"Maybe... a dragon?"
"So why dragons? - Why are there dragons in Master Nordmark's meditation world?"
For high-level mages and magicians above level 15, the step-by-step process of advancement is the process of the meditation world becoming materialized step by step.
During this process, in their meditation world, there will be water flow, flames, mountains, and lightning.
These existences are transformed from virtual reality and elements bound by mental power into the essence of this world. Then, they can better draw the power of this world.
But, dragon?
One-stop.
Another dragon.
Another dragon...
"There are five... If I read it correctly, there are five..." From top to bottom, there are magicians rubbing their eyes and counting in the plasticity system, protection system, conjuration system, and transformation system.
number:
"And they are different types of dragons... Although they are all condensed with white mist, they all look different, and I can recognize them! There are huge differences between black dragons and white dragons, silver dragons and golden dragons!"
"So why... why are there so many dragons in Master Nordmark's meditation world?"
The magician with the ability to change even had the courage to poke a silver dragon in the belly. The silver dragon, which was only as big as a buffalo, immediately turned around and sprayed a mouthful of white mist at him:
"...Does he want to build a dragon island in the meditation world?"