Hyperdimensional Warlock

Chapter 2877 Moulting
Luigi steps out of a prism in the sky after playing a piece of entrance music, and floats down.

Luigi was dressed the same as last time, still wearing a grass-green robe, holding a golden harp in his hand, and wearing an elegant flat hat.

The only difference is that last time he was wearing a mask made of old stone, so he couldn't see his face clearly.But this time, without the mask, he could see his true face.

Luigi's appearance is very handsome. If you don't look at his clothes and eyes, this is a face full of aggression, which is a bit similar to Nereus, a disciple of Donsei.In Jon's words, it is a handsome face like a sun god.

However, the aggressive face is paired with a pair of gentle and watery eyes, which makes people feel a little out of harmony.

When Angor was looking into Luigi's eyes, Luigi had already descended to the top of the tree.

"Amazing Riddler, why are you staring at my eyes, are you planning to make my eyes become your confusion?" Luigi chanted to Angel.

Although I don't know why Luigi called himself "The Riddler", the meaning of his words is not difficult to understand.

Angel withdrew his gaze and praised softly, "I just think your eyes are beautiful."

Luigi smiled and said: "Thank you for the compliment, although I also want to praise your eyes, but unfortunately, all I see is a fog of hypocrisy."

Angel: "..." He obviously just used illusion to change the color of his pupils.Illusion is just illusion, what kind of false fog?

At this time, Laplace on the side said, "Luigi, stop talking and take out the things."

Luigi picked up the harp, fiddled with his fingers lightly, and beautiful notes poured out.

When Angor thought that Luigi was going to use the sound of the piano to transform the living things, Luigi stopped playing the piano: "Okay."

Angel: "..." It turns out that plucking the strings is just a piece of background music, isn't that a bit exaggerated?
Just when Angel looked suspicious, Luigi's ups and downs voice appeared again:

"Let's chant, sing for the coming of the holy thing!"

"The dearest, most beautiful and most elegant other me, and this riddleman from a faraway land, follow me to praise!"

"This is the fragrance from eternity."

"This is the clothes that emerged from the washing of the years."

"This is the light brought by the stars and the moon in the night sky."

"This is the glory bestowed by the King of the Mountains."

"It is a clear spring that is still fresh after the calamity, and it is also a long spear that countless young people are afraid of."

"It should be praised by the mirror of the sky, and it should also enjoy the supreme glory."

"it……"

Before Luigi finished chanting, Laplace said, "Okay, that's it, it's time to shut up."

Luigi felt aggrieved and said, "But I only read the first paragraph. This is an eight-paragraph epic. You used to let me read at least half of it."

Laplace was not affected by Luigi's tone, and still said calmly: "I will read it later when I have a chance. Now, take out what I want."

Although Luigi looked aggrieved, he stopped singing.However, it just stopped singing, the sound of the piano has not yet ended, and it is still melodiously floating in the ears.

At this time, Angel heard Laplace's voice transmission: "Wait another minute, Luigi will finish playing this piece of music as soon as possible. At this time, his character, he can stop singing, but the sound must have a beginning and an end. .”

Angor nodded, expressing his understanding... The pursuit of perfection is not necessarily the patent of obsessive-compulsive disorder patients, just like someone telling you a story, which is also a story that you are interested in, but halfway through the story, there is no reason Having said that, anyone would feel uncomfortable.

However, what Angel understands is understanding, but what Angel doesn't understand is... Why do you feel that Laplace and Luigi are two people now?
Didn't you just say that you are him and he is you? Now, consoling him is like talking about another person.

Angel really couldn't figure out what style Laplace was going for.Neither is it like Earl Black's avatar, who knows his own position very well, and he is an extension of his body; nor is he like You Nu's time body, which is the epitome of himself in different age groups.

Laplace gave Angor the feeling that she had turned herself into three people, but she insisted that the three people were all herself.

Angor is actually quite interested in the "clone", especially Earl Hei promised him before that he will share some experience with him when the matter is over.

Before that, Angel felt that Earl Hei's avatar was a bit too weird. Even if he wanted to learn abilities similar to avatars in the future, he would not be able to follow Earl Hei's path.

But now for comparison... Angel found that Earl Black's clone looked weird, but at least he was himself.

If you really want to learn the technique of avatar, maybe you still need to learn from the Black Earl.

While Angor's thoughts were flying all over the sky, Luigi's piano sound still had no end.

Accompanied by the sound of the piano, Angel couldn't help recalling the poem that Luigi read just now. This poem is actually not very good with Angel's appreciation ability.

Too many made-up words.

Only third-rate bards can create hard words, and first-rate bards can sing the most profound hymns even with the simplest language.

However, because Luigi likes to make up some rhetoric too much, Angel also figured out why Luigi would call himself "Riddler".

It is estimated that he learned that he solved the riddle in the mural, so he was awarded the title of Riddler abruptly.

What can Angel say... At least he didn't hear the derogatory meaning, so he could only accept it.

Having said that, even though Luigi made up a lot of words, judging from the poem he sang, it actually revealed a lot of information.

Aside from those "virtual" words, there are only two most practical words: "shang" and "long gun".

According to what Angel said, if you want an item with a powerful means of attack, then the spear is the most likely.

However, depending on the context, "long gun" is likely to be just a pronoun, a synonym for "weapon", not necessarily a real long gun.

It is also possible to replace the long gun in the poem with a short gun, but it does not rhyme.

Therefore, putting aside the spear, Angor's personal preference is that what Luigi brought should be "clothes".

If it's "Shang"... Angor glanced at Laplace's heavy finery from the corner of his eye.

Could it be Laplace's clothes?Luigi is still in the chant, and the first sentence mentions "this is the fragrance from eternity", so it is the phantom of the fragrance of clothes?A piece of clothing that hasn't been changed in eternity?
Thinking of this, Angel had a slightly strange expression on his face.

While Angor was thinking wildly, Luigi's plucked strings finally came to the final touch, and the long tail sound was full of regretful aftertaste.

When the sound of the harp stopped, Luigi sighed and stretched out his hand to touch the prismatic gemstone under the harp.

Followed by a puff of smoke.

When the smoke dissipated, a transparent bottle appeared in midair.

The bottle was not big, Laplace waved lightly, and the bottle flew over and lay flat on her palm.

"This is what you want." Laplace said to Angel, releasing a glass cover to cover the bottle again.

Angel originally subconsciously wanted to use his mental power to investigate, but the newly appeared glass cover directly blocked his mental power.

Obviously, Laplace didn't want Angel to study it in depth.

And according to the agreement between Angel and Laplace, he really doesn't need to study it in depth, just use the dream conch to pull it directly into the dream.

Although Laplace didn't intend for Angel to study, it didn't stop Angel from observing.

Angel previously guessed that what Luigi brought might be a "clothes", but now it seems that it is not the same as he imagined.

In the palm of Laplace is a glass bottle, to be precise, a glass bottle with something in it.

It is a bit similar to the "ship in a bottle", except that the ship in a bottle is a complete ship in a bottle, but what is contained in this glass bottle is not a ship, but a creature made of countless silver scales.

This creature is huge, occupying [-]% of the space inside the bottle.

At first glance, it looks a bit like a whale with silver scales.And its body is wide at the front and long at the back, with a round head and flat tail, and a silver streamer. If it is really a whale, it may be a whale of the genus Beluga.

I have to say that this "whale" in a bottle has a dreamlike beauty.

It makes people reluctant to look away.

"This is..." Angel raised his head and looked at the aloof Laplace in front of him: "Is this your real body?"

Laplace pursed his lips, as if unwilling to speak, but after hesitating for a moment, he still said: "It's just the shape of the body, and the inside is empty."

Is it really the body? !Angel was surprised for a while, but he remained calm on the surface.

Angel had thought about Laplace's body form, but he didn't expect it to be like this...fairy tales and dreams.

Even though the races are different, this does not hinder Angel's aesthetic ability.

After a moment of silence, Angel said, "Is this... shedding scales?"

Laplace did not deny it, nodded and said, "It is."

Angor's face showed a look of comprehension. No wonder Luigi said that this is "the clothes that emerged after the washing of the years". protective layer.It is also consistent to compare the shedding scales to clothes.

Moreover, the sloughing also fits what Angel said was "something that has always been by Laplace's side".

However, generally speaking, shedding scales should have a greater protective effect, right?Does it really have means of attack?

Facing Angel's doubts, Laplace said lightly: "This is the first time my body has shed its scales. I have been blessed by the will of the world, which gives it a good attack power."

Laplace spoke very restrainedly, and did not specifically say what the attack method was or how strong the attack was, but since it was the blessing of the will of the world, Angel believed that the attack power would never be low.

Angel took a deep look at the scales in the bottle, and then raised his head and said to Laplace: "Since it has come, my research should be able to start, what else is there for Ms. Laplace? Doubt?"

Laplace: "Besides using the dream conch to pull my moulted scales into the dream world, is there anything else you need my cooperation for?"

Angor: "Maybe there will be. For the specific situation, we need to see the effect first."

In fact, Laplace still didn't understand what Angel's so-called "effect" was, but she didn't ask, and just tossed the "whale" in the bottle into the air.

Then Laplace turned his head and glanced at Luigi who was looking around curiously: "You go back first, to my body."

Luigi's head, which was still looking around, stopped immediately, and the beautiful eyes revealed grievances: "The mountain rains washed down the palace, the storm rolled up the broken tiles, and the lightning ignited the leftovers. warning, the storm is clearing away the filth, and even the lightning has a momentary brilliance... and all of these are more sympathetic than you."

Laplace: "If you go on, I'll ground you for ten years, just stay here and don't even think about going anywhere."

The lines that Luigi had already thought up were instantly swallowed by him.

"Okay, I'll go back, I'll go back."

While talking, Luigi held his mouth in aggrieved manner, played the sad piano music, and left with the wind.

Seeing the back of Luigi leaving, Angel couldn't bear to say: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you keep him here?"

Laplace: "Aren't you afraid that he will disturb your research? When the wise man was researching here, he was also the only time body of mine that was forbidden to enter."

Angel thought over and over again, but still couldn't help but said: "Isn't he just you, just let him not talk?"

Laplace gave Laplace a strange look: "He is me, but he also has his own personality, why should I keep him silent?"

Angel: "..." You have your own personality, and you still say it's you?
Angor didn't understand.

Angor originally wanted to continue asking about the time-sensing strategy used by Laplace, but Laplace had already turned around and walked aside, leaving the "research site" to Angor.

Angel thought about it for a while and didn't ask any more questions. It's better to try now. It's more important to build a new "wilderness of dreams" here.

Angel closed his eyes, slowly getting rid of irrelevant thoughts.

After his mood gradually returned to calm, he opened his eyes and took out the dream conch from the bracelet.

Laplace in the distance also saw the dream conch. She seemed to be very interested in this "mysterious thing full of legends" and looked at it carefully.

Angel no longer cared about the external situation at this time, slowly raised his hand, held his breath, and activated the dream conch.

As the dream conch was activated, a large amount of mysterious aura emerged.

The mysterious aura was like a torrent, controlled by Angel, aiming at the whale in a bottle in mid-air.

Soon, the mysterious atmosphere enveloped the whale in the bottle.

In less than a second, the mysterious aura disappeared without a trace. At the same time, Meng Conch was put back into the bracelet by Angel.

Throughout the process, there were no waves.

Laplace was puzzled, and wanted to ask Angel what happened, but saw that Angor in the distance had closed his eyes at some point.

(End of this chapter)