[Zhongyingmei] I save the world by transforming

Where the magician of flowers is, it is not hell, but a land full of hope.

The real utopia of Avalon is reproduced in this distorted time and space.That is a paradise where intelligent creatures could never set foot. Through the hands of magicians, impossible miracles have been realized here.

Thus, time continues to flow forward; the story continues.

"...Thank you, Merlin."

The short-haired boy with dust blonde hair took a step forward with a golden blade in his hand.A huge amount of magic power flowed to his chosen sword. This ritual sword, which symbolizes more than its actual function, made an overwhelmed low hum at this moment due to the huge energy. The sword holder naturally noticed this, but He didn't flinch, but apologized softly with the sword, which can also be said to be a farewell.

The head of the Murloc Village Chief, who was also the most mutated, showed a trace of hesitation on his ferocious face, but the other villagers didn't realize the problem, and rushed forward one after another.I do not know when more villagers joined their team. At first they were mostly human, but gradually the same mutation occurred. Their bodies grew scales and sharp claws, and their eyes protruded outward. Every step forward , the alienation on their bodies became clear and they became the "mermaids" they worshiped.

The suspended time begins to flow again, and the appearance of people is stripped away, revealing their true appearance.

In the air, the surplus magic power continuously flowed into Bai Kui's body.He was not shaken by this scene, and took the second step. With the slight sound of clicking, an inconspicuous crack appeared on the sword body.

Hundreds of pale cheeks showing the characteristics of fish are all in the same madness, "Just drive them out, and calm will be restored!"

"Get out! Kill them!"

It's not that they are unaware of the changes in their bodies, they just refuse to accept this fact.

The Avengers watched the scene in silence.

The murlocs at the front of the line could no longer be called human beings in terms of their appearance. Corrosive saliva flowed from their wide-open mouths, dripping on the soft flowers blooming everywhere.This poisonous liquid was supposed to eat through the fragile petals, and it did, but the Flower of Paradise regenerated in the blink of an eye, and the speed of corrosion was far behind its speed of regeneration and recovery.

But in Bai Kui's eyes, it wasn't this hell-like scene, what flashed in his mind was the smiling faces he had seen in many worlds.

...Although it still relies on King Arthur's memory and experience to display its strength, this time, it seems to be different, his memory is also mixed into it, creating a new power.

"The sword of choice, give me strength." He raised the sword, and the tenacity in his green eyes was not consistent with the appearance, and he swung the sword, "Cut off evil, and the golden sword caliburn will surely win!"

The light came on, and Paradise was lit with golden light.

Andersen put down the pen in his hand.

At this point in the story, the ending is already very clear.On the one hand, in the backward villages, the villagers with conscience awakened their will to resist and worked together to defeat the evil village chief.On the other side, the adventurer will also rescue the princess and take her away from the place where the devil was created forever.

"This is really gratifying, gratifying and congratulating." Jill's voice sounded from the mirror in front of Andersen, and Andersen didn't lift his eyelids, "Is there anything else you need? Your work is over."

"Wow, you guys are too ruthless! You just throw it away after you use it up." Jill puffed up her face and complained intentionally, but the only audience member, Andersen, was unmoved at all, so he had to switch to Erlang's legs, "Don't you continue to observe? Maybe something more unexpected will happen."

"Even a writer like me needs time to rest, and even this time should be used to urge manuscripts?" He really deserves to be the ego king of the old days. In today's terms, it is capitalists. ...This series of words went through Andersen's mind again and he didn't say it out, not because of their barely harmonious cooperative relationship, but because he always felt that there was something in Jill's words, "Wait, what do you mean?"

"I don't understand the strange persistence of writers like you." Jill shrugged. "I'm not interested in being the protagonist of that kind of rescuer, but you should know that this kind of guy is usually very troublesome."

What did the guy say to him then?

"You are also looking forward to it, please rest assured, I will not disappoint your expectations."

Not only that, but he said it to his puppet. He clearly realized his existence long ago, but he didn't say it. Why?

"I think you must have a reason for doing this, and besides, you have no malice towards us."

...In other words, from the very beginning, that person treated the puppet as if he were him.

Occasionally, the young king who had a bit of a naughty taste fell silent unconsciously.Is this the natural system?He seemed to understand.

"Well, to be honest, it really makes people want to." Jill tilted her head and said with emotion, and Andersen naturally heard this sentence, "I very much hope that I didn't understand this sentence."

"It doesn't matter if you understand, it's not something to hide." Jill smiled, leaned back on his throne with a relaxed body, and stretched comfortably, "Okay, you immediately Gotta know what happened."

Andersen had no time to wonder, the communication was cut off, and the mirror dimmed and turned into an ordinary mirror, reflecting Andersen's face with dark circles under his eyes.

He frowned, and turned to the direction that should have been the door if he felt it.There are bookcases everywhere in this room, and the only workbench is full of manuscript paper and waste paper balls. If you look carefully, you will find that there is no window in this room, only a sealed wooden door.

Here is a magic workshop transformed by him from a room where the princess was locked up, but it does not have offensive power.Its only function is as the intersection of the two worlds, but it does not really merge but exists at the same time, so when others approach, one of them will be hidden.

In other words, the room where Andersen wrote his manuscript should have been accessible to no one.

...However, in the presence of some clairvoyant magician, things are different.

From outside the door, there was such a brisk voice, "British magician Artorius, dinner is ready!"

"Yes!" At the same time as the boy's voice landed, a sword light flashed across, and the whole house trembled. Andersen subconsciously covered his arms in front of his face. The next second, the moldy roof was lifted by the light, and then It's a wooden board that tightly seals the door!

The room lit by the kerosene lamp suddenly became brighter, and the moonlight shone into the whole room. The night wind also lifted the manuscript paper in the room, and the paper was flying all over the room.

Andersen: "..."

He didn't know whether to say a bad word or not.

Why does this sword seem to be more powerful than when cleaning up the mutant villagers! !Is the magical power of shouting to eat so powerful!

Baikui Artorius felt that Andersen's expression was very ugly, so he returned the holy sword he took from Baikui Merlin after the selected sword collapsed, and asked in a low voice, "He doesn't look very good. Happy, okay?"

"This is the result of being too happy, remember." The white-robed magician taught solemnly, then turned to Andersen who had understood what they wanted to do and fell silent, and laughed, "Didn't I say, I like it, but it's a perfect ending."

"I have written the most perfect ending, there is no need for you to intervene." Andersen crossed his arms, but his voice was not as firm as his words.

"If you really think so, you can throw me out of the story as early as when I first appeared." The Magician of Flowers still smiled, "You also want to see, if someone else is the writer, Can I do better than you."

"You have done a good job." This time it was the thin boy who spoke, he took a step forward and extended a hand to Andersen, "...so, I think, what she should really see is not us, but The one who created the whole story just to save her."

Andersen was silent for a moment, raised his hand, and took off the glasses hanging from his face.

"Just the protagonist and narrator of the story."

"I want to raise him." Damian stretched out his arms and hugged a swan wearing a crown tightly. The swan dared not admit defeat and still flapped its wings desperately, but this powerless resistance only knocked down several of its own. A piece of feather has no effect on this human cub at all, it has to stop struggling temporarily, at least... at least, the snacks given to it by the human cub are quite delicious.

"Raising one means you have to raise ten more. It seems that your wish is not Batman, but Wild Swanman?" Jason complained coldly at him.

Damian didn't back down, "At least as older brothers, they are much quieter and more useful than you."

Jason continued to work hard, "But our family already has a drake, you can't raise a bunch of swans, and Wayne doesn't run a zoo."

The corner of Tim's mouth twitched, "Big Red, I thought we were in the same camp."

"Drake, maybe you've heard the saying that there are no permanent friends."

"Your Chinese class should really be re-read. Don't tell me about your doctorate. I'm skeptical."

"...Pfft." The long-haired girl couldn't help laughing, and Dick coughed dryly, "They haven't always been like this."

"They have a good relationship." The girl with three red moles between her eyebrows smiled slightly. She was still in her teens, and Dick could already imagine her infinite beauty in the future. It is closer to a sense of holiness, and there is no hatred or haze of being imprisoned between the brows. It is hard to imagine that it was cultivated by such a small island.

... No, it should be said that it is indeed a pity that such a saint is actually on this kind of island.

"Aren't you worried? We actually lied to you." Dick couldn't help asking.

"Follow the situation, stop with the situation." She closed her eyes slightly, and Dick even felt that she was pitying something, "And...he promised me that he would finish writing the sequel for me."

"..." The storyteller took off his glasses and revealed a pair of eyes full of scrutiny, standing outside the door. No one knew how long he stood there before he mustered up the courage to open the door. The moonlight streamed into the room from behind him. He opened his mouth, and when the girl's eyes widened in surprise like never before, she seemed to have lost her usual ability to sarcasm.

Through the only fairy tale she has, she has believed in human nature and harbored dreams.All of this dissipated little by little between the worsening illness and pain, as well as the noisy and unignorable malice outside the door.

Until he appeared in front of her.

Andersen's throat seemed to be clogged with his manuscript paper. It took him tens of seconds to regain his language ability. The first sentence he spoke was:

"Sorry, I can't write it." This sentence can be said to be the most crucial or the most inexplicable sentence, and his confidence has returned, and the whole person has become confident, "The environment is too bad and the pressure is too great. In short, I just can't write. come out."

"So..." He paused, and glanced at the floor beside him, "Let's talk after you and I leave here."

The girl was stunned for a long time before she came back to her senses, but now she has a feeling that it is so true... She sighed like a little adult, and a smile crawled on the corner of her lips, "Okay, really There's nothing I can do about you."

"Let's go together, teacher, I will supervise you to complete the story."

The author has something to say: Baikui Artoris, who was waiting outside, couldn't help but rubbed the corners of his eyes, and then heard the other self sigh in a very unbeatable tone: "What a touching ending! "

Aoi Artorius: ... Teacher Merlin, can you explain why you blocked me before?

I don’t know if you can see it, this world is a story that challenges another style, although it doesn’t seem to be very successful... So I changed some settings halfway, I think part of the reason may be that the restrained human beings are in the world. The style of struggling in despair and fear is a bit unacceptable to the heroic epics of Chaoying and fgo... I belong to the author who doesn't like that kind of powerlessness, cough cough, and finally broke away from the restraint department unknowingly.

The detailed outline of the next world has not been written yet, and the specific person has not been decided yet. I may need to take a day off tomorrow to sort it out. If there is no accident, the next world is the Indian brothers.If there is an accident, act as if I didn't say it

感谢在2021081321:03:132021081421:05:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 drop into the sky;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Elena and Xu Mengqing; 10 bottles of Fu Yu'an and Radiant Light; 2 bottles of Dandelion; 1 bottle of Qingyu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!