Star Master

The sound reverberating in the energy station is very tormenting the eardrums, like the sharp roar of the wind blowing through the rift, the black storm created by the Druid Destroyer is flowing across the entire space station, they flutter wildly, tearing apart every structural stress point Nigel himself stands in the center of the storm, and the destruction spreads around him, but he himself is also life, and he himself is also in the circle of destruction, so the curse power of the destroyer is included together with himself.

Like a crack in the ground, exposing lava, Nigel's skin was torn by the tyrannical force, and the red flesh flew into the withering magic.

In a moment, he was almost separated from his flesh and blood, revealing his ferocious skeleton, and the scene transition was like special effects of a horror movie, which shocked even Hayden.

The huge scars where the skin and flesh were split seemed to form one eye after another. Wherever the blood-red eyes looked, there was barrenness.

The realm of death spread, and the soul of the star spirit was torn away from the body, letting out an inaudible howl.

But Nigel didn’t seem to feel the scars, and the sorrow that swept over him was like a huge wave flooding his consciousness. It was the sorrow that he couldn’t struggle in the face of the great power of the universe—who can stop the sky from falling, who can stop the mountain from collapsing, Who can soothe the boiling earth?The destruction of nature is unreasonable, death never makes an appointment in advance, it just waits quietly by the side of the road, and whoever it catches is the one.But it is also a part of nature, and a world that only lives and never dies cannot form a complete circle.

In the silence of death, there was a voice mixed with electric current, like the sound of seeds sprouting in the depths of the wilderness. It finally pierced through a desolate wilderness, and said in the ear of the son of the wilderness——

"It's ugly! I want to break up!"

The arrogant air of death stopped in mid-air, and in the next second, it shrank back to the center of the circle at a speed ten times faster than it spread.

The druid who appeared on the spot in the next second was another druid who looked like a human being.

Unfortunately, the devastated energy station and the slimy star spirit proved that what happened just now.

Nigel turned around solemnly, with the last ray of red light pressing deep in his soul. After the winter thunder passed, tiny and fragile spring buds protruded from the cracks in the barren frozen soil.

He said solemnly: "No."

The bionic human body of artificial intelligence is still frozen in place, but Nigel will never hear it wrong. Even if the voice is full of distorted current noise, Elan's tone will never be misunderstood.He even saw a flash of cunning in those gray mechanical eyes.

Xia Zuo blushed, and unplugged his optical brain from Elan's external data interface. The overloaded current burned the optical brain, but before the optical brain was scrapped, Xia Zuo completed the task.

Nigel asked in a trance: "You... what did you do?"

Xia Zuo's face was blushing to the point of bleeding, and he whispered, "I used Elan's networking function to publish the poems I wrote before on the Internet."

"... Poetry?" Nigel's voice rose high.

Xia Zuo nodded: "Yes, the title is "Love Never Dies", and it satisfies the praise of life and love at the same time."

There was silence, and only the remnants of the tragically dead star spirits on the ground remained, bubbling and bubbling.

"...So, what's the reason?" Even Hayden, who was the calmest in the audience, fell into confusion, "Elan was dying, Nigel went crazy, and then Xia Zuo uploaded a poem...Elan Just live, Nigel is not crazy? Xia Zuo...

Hayden's tone was full of confusion and pride at the same time: "Your poem...will win the Interstellar Literature Award this year, right?"

Xia Zuo's whole body burned up and turned into a bright red one. He whispered again: "That's a poem I wrote when I was six years old, and my brother chose it."

"Ludwig is awake?" Hayden asked immediately.

Xia Zuo shook his head in confusion: "I don't know, I feel that he is still there, but he doesn't answer now, he finally reminded me that my poem is not powerful enough to directly make Elan better, he asked you to use holy Light stripped Elan's soul out, put it in Nigel's place, and deal with it after he wakes up."

The artificial intelligence's life force is still slowly draining. Xia Zuo just charged him with electricity, but the material basis for the artificial intelligence's life-the motherboard module-is completely burned, which is equivalent to the death of a human body by electrocution.

"My brother said, hurry up, human souls are different from artificial intelligence. After human beings die, they will temporarily become undead. Those with strong mental strength can stay in the body, but artificial intelligence is dead. With the destruction of data, motherboards and The biological module is permanently offline, and his consciousness will dissipate."

Now Nigel became anxious. He experienced too many ups and downs in just a few minutes, and his blood vessels were about to burst again.In order to prevent the druid from tossing back and forth between the two powers of prosperity and withering to blow himself up, Hayden immediately started, and Xia Zuo also silently wrote a "Fool's Soul Stripping Tutorial-Special for Paladins" from the memory shared by the mage in an instant. ——Written by Archmage Ludwig, Presented to Hayden, it clearly stated how to dissect the soul. After reading it, let alone Hayden, Xia Zuo felt that he had learned it all.

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"So, no matter how bad the poem is, even if it makes a writer vomit blood, as long as it is a bard's 'public performance' poem, it can become a magic medium." Ludwig sighed.

"Yes." In the void, a voice replied, "But typing spells is really too inappropriate."

Ludwig didn't know where he was, he could hear himself talking, but was it really hearing himself talking?He can't feel his ears—a soul has no external organs, and the sound he hears now is just a certain perception of spiritual power.

"Why did you detain me here?" Ludwig looked at the void suspiciously, or thought he was.

The voice replied: "You went out, what's the matter with the druid and the bard? The paladin you chose is not bad, you can watch it. Don't worry, isn't the energy station blown up? Already running to the next one. Hey, this paladin is really good, his brain is not built into his muscles, and he knows how to stuff the soul of that little artificial intelligence into the half of the druid's soul that is full of healing power. "

Ludwig was proud: "Of course, that's my Hayden."

Hayden is alive and kicking on the line.As for whether humans and Zergs can block the Star Spirit, Ludwig was never nervous. If they were really defeated, it would not help if he added a mage himself. If they could last until the victory, then one more Ludwig was also just icing on the cake.

Ludwig took a look just now, um, Hayden will take good care of Xia Zuo, and Mia is also very good, although I don't quite see what the miniature figure in Mia's hand is, but I don't think it is anything dangerous item.

The voice in the void was erratic: "It's just that the druid mourning the dead is too much fun!"

The Druid mourns the dead, mourns the death, and welcomes the new life. After realizing the dark power of withering and death in nature, he chooses to stick to life, just like a forest ranger patiently waiting for the first blade of grass to grow again on a barren mountain burned by a fire.Druids, who have two opposing powers of withering and healing at the same time, are the guardians of balance, also known as mourners.

In a few minutes, Nigel experienced the degeneration from a natural druid to a destroyer, and regained his sanity from the state of a destroyer, becoming a mourner who can perceive destruction but restrain it at the same time.

This is the rarest branch of druids, let alone powerful or not, the probability of not one in a thousand years determines that this is a rare and protected animal.

The voice in the void was filled with emotion: "Advanced mourning is so simple, just kill his boyfriend face to face and then bring him back to life. What kind of magical short-cut is this! Druids have been passed down for so many years, and finally passed on their brains. Lost, only understand yellow waste?"

Ludwig disagreed: "I think he was frightened into mourning by Elan's words about breaking up."

Lost your mind?Just a little scare is enough, and it is also useful for the third civilization infected who has seriously weakened their intelligence and the Druids who have lost their minds!

"That little bard is also very interesting." The voice in the void said again, "Other bards sing when they cast their spells, although some of them are so out of tune that I want to drag his vocal cords out and use them as a belt, so I am forced to choose to rap. But it was the first time I met a bard who was too embarrassed to open his mouth, so he didn't speak at all, and cast spells with typing."

Ludwig summed it up in a serious way: "This is called the bard of postmodernism."

The voice in the void showed a little doubt: "Is the current magic genre so unrestrained?"

Ludwig: "You know so much about magic, who the hell are you?"

The voice replied casually, "Didn't you guess it?"

Ludwig understood: "You can read minds? Oh, you're not a human mage, of course you may have similar abilities. You trapped me here and didn't let me wake up-I'm already a legendary mage, and I'm still from the stars. I have traveled through the world, but I can't break free from your shackles, which only shows that your power does not belong to the material plane, nor does it belong to the ordinary world."

"Yo, not stupid." The voice said, "When you blew up your lab, you looked like a goblin who drank too much fake wine, but now you are very sharp."

Ludwig's face blushed in an invisible place, and he said seriously: "I have already realized the mistakes of the past."

"Well, you continue to analyze."

"Your power doesn't belong to the world, it belongs to the law." Ludwig followed suit, "You didn't attack me until I deepened my attunement with the devil, because before I fully assimilated with the devil, most of me belonged to the main material plane. The power higher than the main material plane cannot intervene, but once I get involved in the abyss, even if I borrow its power, the imprint of the abyss of nothingness has covered my soul. It belongs to the power of the abyss of nothingness. It is rumored that the God of Light and the Lord of Darkness jointly set up a boundary wall to banish devils and demons into the abyss and separate them from the main material plane to prevent them from eating up ordinary creatures. This is the void, and you are the representative The law shot to stop the gods of 'the devil lords invade the world, the abyss corrupts the material plane', so, there is a high probability that you will never let me go back, right? You are proficient in magic, and you laugh at druids and bards, Picking and picking paladins... so... you're the god of magic?"

The voice in the void didn't answer for a long time, almost acquiescing to this set of rhetoric, Ludwig didn't pay attention to his "never going back", but shouted excitedly: "The god of magic really exists ? I thought it was a joke!"

"Uh..." The voice paused, laughed, and then answered after a while, "Indeed, it was a joke at first. You know, besides the Supreme God of Light and the Lord of Darkness, druids and elves also In addition, they are protected by the gods of life and nature. Dark knights can call on the gods of death and killing at critical moments. Dark elves have the night lady. In the monasteries of some ascetics, some monks can get the favor of the goddess of the day, and the brain-dead warlocks call it the spirit of the abyss... etc., so why do we mages have no gods? It is very inconvenient to have no gods. When I was shocked, I shouted a certain god, because there was no unified name to call, so you shouted the blessing of the fire element, and I called the blessing of the water element, and he opened his mouth and called Arcane, he seemed very disorganized and undisciplined."

Ludwig nodded: "I know, and then the ancient mages made up a god of magic and used it as a unified mantra."

"They are all legendary mages with extraordinary power, so don't talk nonsense." The god of magic in the void smiled, "What's more, many mages practice spiritual speech skills, and they have been shouted down from generation to generation. , the position of the god of magic is recognized by the laws of the world. The mages finally created their own gods."

Relying on external protection?Forget it, mages are all masters, not those light-polluted priests who don't sing hymns and don't speak. Can true knowledge and learning be obtained through prayer?If you can't, get out of the way and do it yourself!

Ludwig: "So, you are the god of magic, so you must have been the strongest mage when you were still alive?"

The voice sent out a distant emotion, and replied after a moment: "Of course."

Ludwig was so excited that he couldn't help himself, and immediately said: "That's great! Let's play a dozen, I want to know how far my magic level can surpass you!!! Come on, don't be shy, although I am a mage of the new era, but I will not dislike your old-fashioned spells!"

The author has something to say: Lulu: I am number one in the magic world after defeating you! ! !Duck! ! !

A certain god: I appreciate your arrogance.

Hayden: All the parents agree!Tomorrow will be able to get a license for the wedding! ! !Excited.jpg