It's not the power of the body, that means... external force? Livita looked at Sanders suspiciously.
Sanders pressed his hat, his cold and narrow eyes were hidden by shadows: "Of course, this is just a guess. There is also a great possibility that it is the power of Nitotip's body. However, if it is the power of the body, then Its almost invincible nature will definitely have more stringent conditions."
For Sanders' remarks, Monkey neither nodded nor shook his head, but said: "Even if there is a certain external force, we cannot know the specific information, and we can only deal with the external force as its own power. "
"However, as you said, whether it is external force or body power, Nitotip's current strength can crush us. But it didn't do that, so this power must be limited. "Speaking of this, Munch turned his head to Maher and said, "Go and call Lu Qi."
After a while, a wizard in a robe like the Holy See came over.
His face was young, and his skin was as smooth as a baby's. But he has eyes that seem to see through the vicissitudes of the world, and white hair that is as dry as weeds.
Young and old, two different qualities, seemed to merge in him.
What's even more bizarre is that there are twelve round clocks inlaid on his robe, and each clock is different in style, either absurd, quasi-physical, or simple. If you look closely, you will find that the hour hand of the clock each points to an hour, and the minute and second hands are both at the starting point.
"The Pendulum Clock" Lu Qi, a first-level prophecy wizard, believes in the wheel of time.
Before, it was Lu Qi who used luck and bad luck to figure out whether Angel's plan to eradicate mankind was true or not.
"Your Excellency Monchi, the wheel of time in the abyss is hidden in nothingness and is difficult to understand. Orusia's future is still unclear." As Lu Qi said, his slender fingers moved a simulacrum of the sun and the moon. The clock, this toggle, is a full circle.
Meng Qi: "The wheel of time in the abyss will be affected by the peerless Great Demon God, but it is not easy to think clearly, it is difficult for you."
Lu Qi lowered his head and said respectfully: "It is my honor to serve Your Excellency Monchi."
Munch's eyes flashed with relief: "I called you here this time, not because of Orusia. I hope you can figure out the limitations and weaknesses of Nitotip."
Munch told Lu Qi the speculation about Nitotip that they had talked about before.
Lu Qi's face was a little embarrassed: "There is too little useful information, it is estimated that it is difficult to find out the weaknesses. However, I will try my best."
Lu Qi began to make predictions. His way of prediction was extremely strange. Three pairs of hands were stretched out from behind him, and a full eight arms, like a phantom, tickled the round clock on his body.
As he moved, pictures at different time points appeared in Lu Qi's eyes like bubbles. However, at many points in time when Lu Qi wanted to observe, he would encounter a situation where the bubble burst and could not be measured. This is due to the lack of information and the strength of Nitotip.
"Eight Arms, the blood of the Naga Demon?" Sanders noticed Lu Qi's shape change.
Monkey nodded: "Yes, it's the eight-armed Naga."
"It seems that Your Excellency Monchi has cultivated him very much." Sanders said lightly, the eight-armed Naga is already the top level among the Naga Demons, and they are basically the pinnacle of second-level true knowledge wizards, or even third-level true knowledge wizards. To the extent, such a demon, with Lu Qi's strength, is absolutely impossible to hunt. Then the only explanation is that Monkey shot.
Munch smiled but said nothing.
After a while, Lu Qi opened his eyes, and the three pairs of arms behind him slowly retracted.
Lu Qi sighed and shook his head at Munch: "Nitutotip's wheel of time is covered by layers of foam, I want to spy, but all I see is the endless deep sea... Sorry, there is too little information, I can't make cross-level predictions."
Meng Qi said with some disappointment: "It seems that we can only use more advanced energy to forcibly press it."
He originally wanted to use this trump card as a way to deal with the chasing troops of the demon gods that might come after he captured Orusia, but now it seems that he still underestimates these big demons and can only use it in advance.
Munch was about to instruct Maher to take out the new hole card, but at this time, Livita, who had been thinking silently, suddenly said, "I seem to have remembered something, very important information..."
Livita closed her eyes, her thoughts kept turning.
As a company that can select the most eye-catching news among thousands of messages, it has transformed "The Night Whisper of the Firefly City" from an ordinary publication into a best-selling magazine for witches. Livita has a gift of her own, she has a peculiar intuition for spotting key clues amidst the jumble of information.
Although she only borrowed the eyes of the Banshee, and saw the situation in the rain cloud in just a few seconds, countless information was piled up in her mind at this time.
If there really was an outside force to help Nitotip, maybe it was just one of these pieces of information. Even if the direct external force is not in the known information, there must be clues that can affect the known information.
Both Munch and Lu Qi looked at Livita. If Livita can really think of important information, maybe it can make the art of prophecy a step further.
"Is it its long skirt with a story embroidered on it? No, that story is just a very ordinary redemption; is it its intertwined tentacles? It seems wrong, the tentacles are its own strength; No..." A lot of information flashed through Livita's mind, and suddenly, a strange sound rang in her mind.
patter patter.
Intuition told her that there was something wrong with the sound.
"However, what's so weird about this sound? Isn't it just the sound of dripping rain..." Livita thought in doubt, and suddenly, her pupils shrank: "No, that sound is not from the rain, but the final killing That toothy mouth of the Breeze Banshee! It must be... Who is it? Who is it?!"
As a flash of light flashed through Livita's mind, Livita opened her eyes, and she looked at Munch: "I seem to know what that external force is, but I'm not very sure."
Lu Qi looked at her with calm and distant eyes: "Miss Livita, you must trust your intuition. Many times, when I make judgments, intuition is the most important part of my reference information."
Perhaps Lu Qi's steady and comfortable voice soothed Livita's troubled mind, she nodded to Lu Qi: "Thank you."
"Don't worry, it's right or wrong, you can leave it to me to judge." Lu Qi said.
Livita pondered for a while, then spoke her judgment: "Umbrella."
"Nitotip's umbrella gives me a very inconsistent feeling."
When Maher heard this, he seemed to remember something and stepped forward: "Samantha seemed to have said before that the handle of the umbrella had a mouth, and it kept saying 'patter, patter'... Saying this, There seems to be something wrong, the patter is an onomatopoeia that simulates the falling of raindrops, and the raindrops come from rain clouds!"
"In this case, I will use the 'umbrella' as a message to turn the wheel of time again." After that, Lu Qi stretched out three pairs of open arms behind his back.
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"Is it really an umbrella?" Angel looked at Canaan suspiciously. Being present, Canaan had the deepest understanding of Nitotip.
Canaan also saw the scene on the ice floes through the illusion.
"I don't know, Nitotip didn't use it with great fanfare in Rasudran before, but the umbrella was indeed carried by Nitotip." Canaan shook his head in confusion.
Angel glanced at Fafnir secretly, and Fafnir said indifferently: "I'm not interested in octopuses... However, your instructor's analysis is good, and its strength is much higher than other big demons, which is not normal."
Canaan also nodded: "If Nitotip's strength is so strong that it can not only crush humans, but also other great demons, then the Void Tower is estimated to be completely controlled by it. But in fact, Nito Tip didn't do that, obviously it couldn't."
"Maybe it just doesn't want to make a big move against the same clan." Angel muttered.
"Innkeeper, it seems that you don't know enough about demons. Especially the big demon, who can monopolize the Void Tower and get more than seven shares. How could it be possible to make it with other demons." Canaan once Living in the world of aborigines, it is very clear that the aborigines of the abyss, like humans, are pursuing the so-called friendliness and norms; when Canaan came to Castlevania, he did the same, but what was the result? Its dorsal fin, once born, is chopped off by other demons.
The world of the devil is much crueler.
Canaan sighed softly, and when he answered Angel's words, it reminded him of a lot of things... A series of pictures were excavated from the depths of the memory box, and there were some pictures that even Canaan himself had forgotten.
For example, the memory of the father.
These memories may have been deliberately buried by Canaan, but at this time they involuntarily came to mind.
Strange and alien, those pictures full of melancholy, ashes and anger kept passing by.
Suddenly, Canaan seemed to see something.
"Umbrella?" Canaan suddenly asked in surprise.
Angel looked back: "What's the matter? What umbrella?"
"My mother seems to have told me that my father left because of an umbrella... In the depths of the abyss, there is a sea with no source and no end. There is a paradise for sea demons. I don't know when, floating above that sea. an umbrella."
Angel: "Then what? Is there anything special about this umbrella?"
"I don't know, I just heard from my mother that my father said he wanted to get the umbrella, so he left."
Angel: "You mean, this umbrella is the umbrella in Nitotip's hand?"
Canaan still shook his head: "Maybe, maybe not. But I know a piece of information, Nitotip, like my father, are both sea demons born in that sea."