"Brush it!"
The red-robed monk opened the scroll and read out the contents, which were obscure incantations.
"Coret... Vansh... Morlock..."
After reading a long paragraph, the red-robed monk paused and looked around, as if looking for any changes.
But there is no change.
The red-robed monk was not surprised by this, as if everything was expected. He observed the surroundings for a few seconds, then returned his eyes to the scroll, and read out another obscure spell written on it.
"Coret...Fair...Lofster..."
After finishing reciting, the red-robed monk repeated his previous actions and looked around.
After finding that there was still no change, he chanted the spell on the scroll for the third time.
"Coret... Amy Luo..."
the fourth time.
"Coret... ur..."
the fifth time.
"Coret... gram..."
The sixth, seventh, eighth time...
"Coret..."
"division… "
“…”
Richard stood aside and watched all this, and slowly realized that the reality was somewhat different from what he expected - it seemed that he didn't have to wait for the red-robed monk for a few minutes at all, but maybe dozens of minutes or hours. It is not finished until the whole scroll has been recited.
What to do
There seems to be no other way.
It has come, it has been waited, and all we can do is continue to wait.
waiting.
While waiting, Richard spent more than three excruciating hours, and finally saw the red-robed monk reciting the last incantation on the scroll and rolling up the thick scroll.
Is it over... Richard breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but feel tired for the red-robed monk... After all, being able to recite meaningless spells for more than three hours was a commendable feat of perseverance.
Watching the red-robed monk put the scroll back into the wooden box, Richard walked towards him, preparing to have a formal conversation with him.
Unexpectedly, the other party turned around and put his finger on his lips again, making a silent gesture. Then he turned around and reached into the wooden box and grabbed the second scroll.
There are obvious differences between the second scroll and the first scroll. The first scroll is gray, while the second scroll is white and thicker. It is expected to take at least four hours to recite.
Richard: "..."
The expression was a little weird, but the corner of his mouth twitched, and finally returned to the original standing position, and began to wait.
It’s still the same sentence—it’s already here, it’s already waiting, what can you do, just wait till the end.
So, Richard really waited patiently.
This wait is seven days.
Seven days later, Richard watched the red-robed monk recite the last incantation of the last scroll in the wooden box and exhaled a long breath. He felt extremely bored and extremely confused at the same time.
For seven days, the red-robed monks really only did one thing, and that was reciting incantations. After reciting one line, you will observe your surroundings for a few seconds and then continue reciting. Nothing unusual will happen during the process.
What's the matter
Richard frowned deeply. The red-robed monk closed the lid of the wooden box with a "squeak", turned his head and looked over, and said slowly: "Let me introduce myself first. You can call me Abel. I believe that there must be something in your mind now." It’s full of questions. Please wait patiently for a little while and follow me to a place. When you get there, you will understand everything.”
After finishing speaking, the red-robed monk named Abel walked towards the two-story stone building next to him without any hesitation.
Richard blinked and followed.
When you walk into the stone building, you can see a hall. There was a downward spiral staircase near the wall of the hall. Abel stepped on it, and Richard followed suit.
"Ta-ta-ta..."
Go down the spiral staircase and go deeper one step after another.
Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters.
The stairs were so deep that they seemed to have no end. Richard walked along for several minutes and saw that Abel had no intention of stopping.
Then ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes...
Half an hour later, Richard estimated that he had reached the bottom of the mountain. Abel in front finally stopped and turned around and said, "We're here."
Sure enough, Richard stepped on a few more steps and stepped on solid ground with his feet.
At this time, Abel stretched out his hand and patted it twice, making a crisp sound, and the surrounding area slowly lit up.
Richard discovered that the 25,000-meter-high mountain that he had seen from the outside had almost completely been hollowed out, replaced by densely interlocking rotating gears, large dark gray crystals, countless lines and carvings. A machine full of magic patterns.
All these are combined in an orderly manner to form an extremely huge device with no known purpose.
Most areas of the equipment are running calmly. Occasionally, it will tremble, which will immediately cause a series of reactions, amplifying from the core area to the edge area. This reminds Richard of the rocks he encountered during mountain climbing. The sliding phenomenon seems to be caused by this.
Abel spoke out, pointed to the gears and crystals around him and said to Richard: "What is displayed in front of you now is the greatest magic prop in history. It is also the top creation of the ancient wizard civilization. It is far better than the floating stone." Empty City, Wizard Tower and others are completely unqualified to compare with it.
In order to create it, the Civilization Council, the Department of Exploration, the Resource Allocation Station, the Wizarding Academy, and the Research Institute joined together, dispatched thousands of top magic pattern masters, and hundreds of thousands of wizards, and exhausted the resources of twenty planes. Finish. And its name is... Otai's Brain. "
"Otai's Brain? What is it used for?"
"Otai's brain has only one function, and that is calculation. It can calculate everything. If you input enough detailed parameters, it can even simulate the operation of an entire world."
"Since you said that, then it must not be used for this purpose at the moment." Richard said.
"Yes." Abel nodded and said calmly, "After the construction is completed, it will initially help the entire wizard civilization process data, ensure that the local center is the center, and efficiently contact the other planes to prevent the order from getting out of control and all kinds of Optimal allocation of resources.
But later, I think you also know that a strange catastrophe occurred, many planes fell, the territory of civilization shrank sharply, and Otai's brain gradually lost its function. It was idle for a period of time, and when it was activated again, it was set to have the sole purpose of finding the ultimate spell. "
"Looking for the ultimate spell? What is the ultimate spell?" Richard asked.
"Is it the ultimate spell? To explain this, we have to talk about the spell first." Abel pondered for a while and said, "First, we have to figure out what the spell is."
Looking at Richard, Abel asked, "Have you ever studied spells?"
"I've been studying it for a while." Richard did not deny it.
"In your research, what do you think the essence of the spell is?" Abel asked seriously.