"I can mend the cracked enchantment core." Archbishop Altar said, he seemed to be talking about an unimportant matter, and there was no sign of anxiety at all, and he whispered in his own tomb, "It's not difficult, The really difficult part is the energy drained by the enchantment, and there is nothing I can do about it."
Skoller coughed, his decrepit body could no longer bear the energy of the enchantment core: "Excuse me... what is the energy that supports the enchantment?"
"It's the energy of darkness." Archbishop Al led the three people out of the tomb, and the ancient and heavy door slowly closed behind them.
"What?"
"You heard me right, it's the energy of darkness." Aldo said, "Using the high-level Difu killed in the black robe war, it gathers an incomparable dark energy and supports it on the surface of the enchantment. Inside is seven hundred and seven It took a total of more than ten years to construct the net composed of ten defensive magic circles, and the core supporting the magic circle is the enchantment core."
"How is it possible? It doesn't make sense!" Louis frowned, "How can it be possible to use the power of darkness to resist the creatures of the dark world?"
"Low-level Difu is just an ordinary monster, and the higher the level of Difu, the more intelligent it will be. For them, the dirty and resentful atmosphere brought about by the death of the same kind is very terrifying." Gu Mr. De answered his question, "I think this is why over the years, the more advanced the Difu, the more difficult it is to penetrate the barrier. Their higher intelligence will allow them to instinctively avoid danger."
"But where can we find sufficient dark power?" Louis asked.
"Catch the difu that slip through the net," Aldo said, "and bring to me the most powerful part of them, the stronger the better."
They all know that the most powerful part of Difu's body does not refer to the part it uses to attack, but usually the part it likes to eat the most, such as the heart of the abyss jackal and the throat of the dark elf.
"Besides," the blond man in a white robe turned around, "I'm a person who's been dead for a thousand years, so I don't like seeing living people very often, if possible..."
Mr. Goode understood: "Please rest assured that neither tourists nor our own people will disturb you for no reason."
Aldo bowed slightly, and said calmly, "Thank you very much."
Gal suddenly remembered the person at home who wanted to stuff his head into all the machines, and couldn't help asking: "You just... don't want to go out and see the outside world?"
The corner of Aldo's mouth twitched. It seemed that something like a smile would never stay on his face. Even if it flashed occasionally, it was fleeting.
"Thank you, no need," he said, "you can go straight through the front exit and you can get out of here."
"Your Excellency, I have another question," Mr. Goode asked suddenly. "Did you write the line that appeared under your statue, 'Ten Years is Eternity'? It is to give some inspiration to future generations." Legacy?"
Aldo was stunned for a moment. At that moment, his calm expression finally changed, the brows trembled slightly, and his gaze was fixed on an unknown place.
"No," he said softly after a while, "it's nothing special, it's just that there was a person who loved me for ten years, and I failed him, and then I lost him forever."
That was the only thing I really owned in my whole life, but...
Aldo didn't say this, but just waved his hand. A door that didn't exist suddenly appeared on the wall on his left. The man nodded politely to them, pushed open the door and walked in, and then talked with the door. The doors that popped up disappeared all together... like they never existed.
And the heart of the abyss jackal he needs is being galloped on the road by a wounded patient and a rookie.
Evan probably wanted to boost his courage, so he turned on the stereo, and a passionate symphony came out of it immediately, which shocked the two people sitting in the car at the same time, and almost had a traffic accident—he really didn’t know that Guerr And there's this... elegant hobby.
John stared at the small black box for a while and asked, "Is there someone in it?"
"No no no, it's just a CD."
On the tense hunt, the lecture on the little knowledge about the player started again. John looked at the disc taken out of the small black box in amazement: "Is it not allowed to touch this place where the reflected light is? If I touch it, it will Won't it erase the voice inside?"
"...as long as you don't scratch with sharp objects or fingernails."
"Wow...something that can fit the sound in," despite Evan's explanation that it shouldn't be taken too seriously, John very carefully poked two fingers at the circle in the center of the disc, fiddled with it for a while, then cleared his throat , said to the disc, "My name is John, John Smith..."
"…" Evan asked, "what are you doing?"
"Try recording." John said innocently.
Evan turned his head back numbly, facing the front and driving intently—when he thought about going to catch the abyss jackal with this guy soon, he felt that the future was dark and he couldn't see his fingers.
"Maybe today will be my one-year anniversary next year," Evan thought pessimistically. "As a hunter who died on the first day of the internship, I will probably go down in history."
John patted him on the shoulder: "Hey, I saw that girl, in that bigger 'bread'."
"We're more used to calling it a bus than bread," Evan wailed.
"Whatever it is." John softly recited a spell that Evan had never heard before, and the surrounding air immediately changed, floating a thick dark green like some kind of swamp algae.
"Wow!" Evan was taken aback.
"I made the breath of the abyss jackal appear, and the green place is the stench left by it, follow it." John squinted his eyes and glanced at the deepest part of the dense fog, and asked casually, "Why, I remember this It is one of the sixteen basic mantras."
"No... no, we haven't learned that." Evan said, "We now have detectors that can display Difu's relevant information and possible location analysis results with a single click."
John's gaze was abruptly removed from the girl sitting on the bus by the window, and he asked with bright eyes: "Really? Where is it?"
"It's impossible for me, sir?" The dense fog that only the two of them could see had already surrounded their car, and he didn't know if it was his illusion. There seemed to be ominous gray shadows flashing around, Evan's face was as pale as a ghost, and as a result of being scared to death, he miraculously stopped stuttering, "Interns are not allowed to go out on missions alone, and I have no right to own a detector."
"Oh, that's a pity." John was a little disappointed, but then he said consolingly, "But you can think of me as a detector and make do with it."
"That requires a strong imagination, sir—but thank you for your reassurance." Evan was silent for a while, and said in a trembling voice, "I feel better."
The bus arrived at the stop, and the girl by the window got off the bus with the people. This stop was a certain park. Evan parked the car in the parking lot of the park and passed in front of the girl. She was like a marionette , walking forward unconsciously, eyes showing dead-like emptiness.
"What happened to her?" Evan asked softly.
"The sequelae of the Eye of the Abyss." John sat in the car without moving, watching the girl walk by their car, a few red lines suddenly appeared in the almost black green mist like seaweed, like Moses splitting the sea They split through the thick fog in the same way, wrapped around the girl's hands and feet, and guided her to the park.
"Then...then...what is that?"
"The tableware of the abyss jackal." John replied without looking back, "You can think of it as your own knife and fork."
There was a strange gasp in Evan's throat.
"Get out of the car and follow." John lowered his voice and gave a short order, and then he pushed the car door firmly with a handsome movement...
No push.
Evan: "…"
John: "Why can't this thing be pushed?"
Evan resignedly pulled a wrench and opened the car door for him, convinced that he would never see the sun tomorrow.
"Oh, that's right, wait a minute." John pulled out a newly purchased coat from the back seat, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, dipped his fingers, and quickly drew a symbol on it.
The magic circle is very advanced, and most of the ancient magic circles have been lost. The contemporary magic circle is actually just teaching some basic principles and simple applications. Evan looked at John's nimble fingers without blinking, fascinated. Said: "I have never seen this magic circle before."
"Don't worry, you don't need this, it's just to hide something," John said, wrapping the clothes with the magic circle around his body, and simply said, "Follow up."
There are not many tourists in the park, only some old people walking, students taking sketching classes and occasionally a couple of young couples. Except for some evergreen plants that form their own forests, the rest look a little depressed.
As December approached, workers had begun to put up Christmas trees along the roadside, and the girl passed them without seeing them, and a boy who was sawing a pine tree whistled at her.
"Girl," he said, "if I were you, I wouldn't go down to the lake, the wind on the water would make your nose run!"
The girl turned a deaf ear, and the young man shrugged dully.
However, there was obviously more than one mental patient on this day. After less than three minutes, two men walked over here again... One of them was so nervous that he was on the same arm.
"This fucking fag must be out fishing for the first time," the young man muttered as he climbed up the wooden ladder and began to wrap little lanterns around the top of the Christmas tree. Where is it twisted..."
The two men had already walked a long way, but the man next to the idiot with the same hands and feet suddenly turned his head back. He wore a gray hat on his head and pressed down his soft long hair to prevent them from being blown by the wind. Luan, a pair of lake-like dark green eyes were exposed under the brim of the hat, which happened to meet the young man.
For some reason, the boy's hand holding the lantern froze suddenly.
Then the green-eyed man showed a nasty smile. Before he could understand what was going on, he suddenly heard a crisp sound from his feet, and everyone exclaimed. He just fell down straight. Suddenly, it split in two.
The young man lying on the ground screamed, and suddenly shouted: "My teeth, my teeth!"
Several people gathered around, stunned—his teeth turned into neatly arranged pieces of chocolate, slowly melting with the temperature of the mouth...even revealing the mint sandwich inside!