Chapter 22 Holy Tower [VIP]
The word "saint" seems to naturally exude a sense of solemnity. At least, apart from the expression of surprise on the reporter's face, he did not take the opportunity to ask the saint why he wanted to see him.
Luke was also surprised that the saint wanted to see him.
"Now?"
The law enforcement captain nodded.
Lujia looked at the manager, who stepped forward in a very reliable manner and said, "Leave the live broadcast to me."
Today's goal has almost been achieved, and Luke prays that the sales of the shops in the city will also go smoothly.
Under the gaze of everyone, he said a few words to the steward and was about to leave with the law enforcement captain.
Before leaving, Luke saw that Blaney and Leo were staring at the shelves, and they couldn't hide their desire to buy things. Alice was still loudly plotting to go to other shops in the city to pick up boxes herself.
The corner of Luke's mouth twitched slightly.
Unless you buy it on behalf of someone else, that's probably impossible.
In order to prevent customers from being unable to buy the products on the first day, Karen hired a magician with photographic memory and a highly intelligent dog demon in each store to remember the appearance and scent of each customer.
Suspected to be an early facial recognition system.
The law enforcement captain led the way, and Luke passed through the center of the square without seeing the saint or the devil. The Armadillo Square is so large that there are teleportation arrays every three kilometers that can lead to other places in the city, making it convenient for everyone to leave in an orderly manner after the exhibition.
Law enforcement captain: "Let's go to the tower first."
The two stood on the teleportation array for less than three seconds, and accompanied by a strong white halo, everything in the square disappeared instantly.
When the field of vision became clear again, the first thing I saw was the spire towering into the clouds not far away.
Luke quickly realized his error in judgement.
The tall tower was like a distant mountain. As the saying goes, a horse will die if it is seen as a mountain. Luke walked for more than 10,000 meters before he finally reached the foot of the tower.
"It is forbidden to set up magic circles near the tower." The law enforcement captain explained.
After entering the tower, Luca was even more confused than when he experienced the teleportation array. It felt like he was stepping into a sea of stars. His consciousness was scattered and every scene around him shocked him. Unfortunately, when he recalled it again, he could not remember what he had just seen.
So much so that when Luke sat on the cushion, his scattered eyes were slow to focus. He didn't even know which floor of the tower he was on. He could only judge that the height was not low by the white clouds close to him outside the window.
He quickly looked around and found that the law enforcement captain had disappeared, and he was the only one left in the entire space.
All the objects around seemed far and near. Although the first floor was only a few dozen square meters, one could see thousands of bookshelves, countless antique musical instruments, and the dense compartments were filled with scented teas worth collecting.
There was even a living ferret among them.
"The human race's saint has a profound understanding of space. He has opened up space here." The feather pen, which had been silent for most of the day, suddenly spoke.
The strength that even the feather pen praised must be really impressive, but...
Lujia rubbed his forehead and said, "People who are prone to 3D sickness can't stay in this room for long."
Without hearing Quill ask what 3D is, Luka suddenly felt the atmosphere in the room change.
After several different beams of light, three figures appeared in the room.
The saint was wearing a simple white robe, with his silver hair falling loosely, almost reaching the ground.
Wrapped in the demon king's battle robe, the demon scales on his clothes and the horns on his forehead that are permeated with the breath of time will never be ignored.
The one who was really ignored was Alec. Luke didn't even see him at first, until Alec asked in surprise: "Why are you here?"
"I invited this young friend to come for a gathering."
The Saint smiled and asked the Demon King and Alec to sit down, "Every time there are outstanding people who shine in unpopular fields in the Wanchao Conference, I will invite them to come and sit down."
This was a well-known fact, and Alec had asked a stupid question.
It's not his fault. Lujia did cause some trouble, but the demons had long been accustomed to looking down on this abandoned child who was almost worthless.
The saint allowed the devil and Luke to be in the same space, so of course they couldn't just be there to watch the show out of boredom.
Alec's previous request for help resulted in the game being only half played.
The devil had already taken a seat opposite. He did not look at Luke again, his eyes focused on the chessboard.
The saint held the white piece. Alec suddenly placed his left hand on his chest and bowed his head slightly. This was a common etiquette among the demons. He spoke very sincerely:
"Just now, due to my mistake, the chess game was suspended. Why don't you let me play a song as an apology?"
Lujia thought it was weird, others were playing chess and you were playing music?
Should I do some street dance nearby?
Whatever he thought, he didn't join Alec in the singing and dancing troupe, and chose to sit quietly aside.
Soon he discovered that this was not just a pure game of chess. The chessboard was shrouded in mist, and every chess piece seemed to be hidden when it fell. Occasionally, there would be wind and rain above the chessboard, and cranes condensed in mist were fighting with giant pythons.
On the other side, Alec's slightly curly hair moved without wind. He was holding a lute-like instrument from the collection of a saint. The tone was clearer than expected, but the tune was very sad, which did not seem like Alec's personal style.
When the music reached a certain point, the devil's move was half a beat slow.
For the first time, Lujia saw the embodiment of music flowing out like water. The third magic power was injected into the chessboard, but it had no ability to break through the edge of the chessboard, let alone approach the crane.
The devil then made a move, giving this magical power an appropriate push, allowing him to at least be qualified to enter the chess game.
The saint couldn't help but shake his head slightly. It should be a warm scene for elders to lead the younger ones. But it's a bit cruel to do it in front of your own children.
He subconsciously glanced at Luke.
Luke was actually a little absent-minded at the moment. As if he didn't care at all, he kept staring at the instrument in Alec's hand.
Because the devil taught Alec the art of chess, the saint won this game.
Alec was excited, his father had not completely given up on him.
Luke was still staring at the zither: "The sound quality of this instrument is very unique."
"The Liuhaiqin, by the way, this qin was also an exhibit at the Wanchao Conference one year, and was called the most wonderful musical instrument in the past thousand years." The saint recalled, "I remember it was created by a homeless man, and he even thanked Alec in his acceptance speech."
Alec said modestly: "I just happened to provide financial support."
Luke raised an eyebrow. No wonder he suddenly started playing the piano and joined the game with the music.
It turns out it’s all just for show.
He thought for a moment and said, "It's a bit exaggerated to say that it's the most wonderful musical instrument in a thousand years. Give me a month and I can make a stable Liuhaiqin."
Hearing this confident statement, Alec was stunned at first, and soon showed sarcasm.
After the Ten Thousand Dynasties Assembly, unless you are a resident of the Holy City, you must leave within three days. The making of musical instruments is fake, probably because he is afraid that his body will be destroyed once he leaves the holy city.
The saint looked over and said: "The quality of a musical instrument may be seen by different people, but its value can be heard. Are you sure you have this confidence?"
Luke nodded.
The saint put away the chessboard himself and nodded in agreement: "Then I will allow you to stay in the Holy City for another month. After one month, if no musical instrument is seen, you will be punished according to the law of sneaking into the Holy City."
The tone was neither light nor heavy, but everyone knew that every word was serious.
At this moment, Alec didn't even feel like he needed to do anything, as the prey was already seeking its own death.
The devil didn't even care about this farce. After finishing the game, he flew away.
He came to the holy city mainly to meet the astrologer, but now the time is almost up and the old guy won't give face to anyone.
Alec followed the devil and left, and finally looked back at Luke as if he was looking at a dead person.
Luke stood up: "Me too..."
"Wait a moment." When they all left, the saint spread out his hands, and a space scroll appeared out of thin air in his palms.
His silver-white hair and white belt almost blended into one, looking like a vast and silent snowfield. “I once had some connection with the Holy Court, so I’ll just consider this as some kind gesture from my elders.”
Luke's lips moved, thinking he was farting.
If there are benefits for no reason, there must be a conspiracy.
So he quickly took the scroll with both hands and said sincerely: "Thank you for having me."
Quill: ...
After Lujia expressed his thanks, he quickly straightened his back, and was about to throw the scroll into the storage ring as if he was afraid that the other party would go back on his word.
The saint looked at him and suddenly smiled: "The first time I saw you, I felt that you were not like your mother, nor your father... You were more like me."
How temperamental and intelligent.
Luka's hand shook and the half-stuffed scroll almost fell out.
This is the first time I see someone praising others and himself like this!
The saint smiled and waved his sleeves. Lujia felt dizzy. When he stood firm again, he was surprised to find that he was already in the guild hall.
"What a terrifying space teleportation ability."
Luke hissed, "What do you mean by his last words? I have the appearance of a saint?"
"He should think you are as mean as he is." The feather pen expressed its true feelings.
Not bothering to pay attention to the slander, Luke chose to repay evil with kindness.
Alec temporarily put aside the idea of the devil and went to find Karen first.
Unfortunately, Karen was not there, so Luke had to leave a note and ask him to help secretly purchase some monster blood.
On the way back, he humbly said, "I have some questions about cultivation that I would like to ask you."
"You are trying to manipulate me again." The quill looked as if it had seen through him: "Give me blood, so that I can remember your kindness invisibly, and then you can get knowledge from me in the end."
Luke denied it.
"Don't you claim to be able to read minds? Try reading it."
The temperature of the skin seeped through the thin material. The feather pen itself was a deformed heart, with only a layer of gorgeous flesh and bones separating the two hearts. It was not known whether it was due to expansion due to heat and contraction due to cold, but it felt that its blood vessels were inexplicably swelling.
"If you have something to say, say it nicely. Don't be so sweet!" The feather pen became angry and embarrassed.
Lujia laughed and said, "I'm willing to spend money because I'm rich, there's no other reason. As for asking for advice, there's the most powerful teacher in front of me, who else should I ask if not you?"
The most powerful.
These three words smoothed the feathers of the quill, and the boy finally acknowledged his own greatness.
It is good to still have this awareness after seeing the saint and the devil.
It immediately said in a somewhat proud tone: "Then I will condescend to teach you."
Luke quickly expressed his doubts.
"Ever since I revealed my identity to others, the golden energy accumulated in my body has exploded." Speaking of the gratifying progress, he frowned slightly: "But I dare not absorb it rashly, for fear of destroying the magic structure."
The feather pen sneered: "It won't break you down, it will directly cause your body to explode and die."
Luke was shocked.
"Do you think it's so easy to cultivate faith? When you were weak, the faith of people weaker than you was nothing to worry about, and you simply couldn't fully digest the faith of the powerful. In addition to absorbing it, you also had to expel it and completely eliminate the energy that couldn't be absorbed."
Unexpectedly, Luke did not feel unwilling or disappointed after hearing this.
"It is true."
He already had a vague feeling that his body was beginning to actively reject some of the force.
"Can the power that has been expelled from the body be..."
"It can't be retained," Quill interrupted directly and coldly, "Just like blood essence, the energy will quickly dissipate after leaving the body."
"What about the moment of leaving the body?" Luke asked.
"In a very short time." Quill said suspiciously, "Why are you asking this if you don't hurry up and get that damn musical instrument to save your life?"
Lujia: "Strength is the foundation of power. I have already thought of the musical instruments. Now I will focus on training."
Feather Pen agrees with this view.
It had heard a variety of music before, and couldn't help but feel curious: "Is there really an instrument that can surpass the Liujiaoqin?"
Luke was talking about making, not creating.
Based on its understanding of this cunning boy, it is estimated that this thing has existed for a long time, but if there really was a good thing like it, it should have seen it before.
Luke made a six with one hand and said, "More than one."
He has to do more than just playing some simple instruments and singing.
After all, for these big shots who have seen a lot, no matter how great the music is, it can only bring about huge emotional fluctuations.
According to Feather Pen, the diamond crystal hidden in the room of the guild hall for peeping was shattered when the saint teleported him back through the air. Therefore, after Luka entered the room, he temporarily put aside the topic of musical instruments and practiced without any scruples.
He began to raise purple smoke skillfully.
There was smoke above his head. Luke had the greatest affinity with the water element, and blue light surrounded him.
The conditions for the law of faith are harsh, but once they are achieved, it is simply a process of leveraging power.
The only trouble is that the process of devouring power is too superficial. Luke is like a goldfish that can never get full. As long as someone keeps feeding him, he will starve himself to death.
The quill was in charge of watching from the side.
Every time Luke's bulging blue veins almost burst under the skin, it would fly up at the right time and hit the boy's head with the pen.
The moment the smoke is dispersed, Luke's consciousness will briefly return to normal.
With the help of the feather pen, Luke was able to practice on the right path.
Just when this training was about to come to an end, something unexpected happened. When Luke was about to absorb too much energy again, Quill calmly waited for the critical point.
Treat others as you would like to be treated.
Although the relationship between the two sides is not as tense as it was at the beginning, Quill never denies that his blood is cold.
Help is help, but there are some things that we still have to let those ignorant young people pay back a hundredfold.
Luke, who was fully devoted to training, had no idea what was happening in the house.
Big drops of sweat rolled down his smooth forehead, and the blood flowing in his body seemed to be boiling.
Luke slowly sensed the limit of his body and tried to stop, but although his subconscious was awake, he was unable to break free.
It’s like sleep paralysis. Every time I want to escape, I always lack that little bit of strength.
wake up.
He tried to move his hands and feet again, and just as Luke was concentrating -
"belch."
A strange sound rang in my ears.
"belch."
What is that sound?
Just as Luke had doubts in his mind, he heard Quill say in a changed voice: "It's me. I burped a little."
To be precise, it is the sound of the gurgling cardiovascular system that is being imitated.
"!"
The tone is soft and sticky, lasting for a long time.
I don’t know if it’s under some kind of spell, but it keeps echoing in my mind.
Being awakened by the voice in this way, Luke finally opened his eyes with great effort, just in time to see a deformed heart drinking milk in front of him.
The quill created an illusion for him.
In Luke's eyes, there were still some milk stains on the atrium of the deformed heart. It 'shyly' used one of its blood vessels like a tentacle to wipe off the milk stains, then shook it, and burped again in front of Luke.
Luka, who once wrote burp literature with a feather pen, finally felt the same way.
The feather pen made the illusion more real and began to create the scenery, using gray mist to imitate two hanging blood vessels, like simulated legs, imitating the "barefoot" literature mentioned by Luke.
Seeing Luke's face darken, as if he was nauseous, Quill suddenly felt refreshed.
The illusions are becoming more and more outrageous, and yet they also have logic.
The deformed heart only drank blood. After experiencing the huge impact of the beast's milk, it couldn't help but spurted it out violently.
The 'Quill Pen' in the illusion was stunned: "Luke, I vomited milk."
The newly-ordered clothes were covered with white spots. Luke sat there motionless, his eyelids drooping, and no emotion could be seen.
After a long while, when the illusion faded, he suddenly jumped up, grabbed the pillow and covered his heart in the air, "Let's die together, idiot!"
…
While Luke and Quill were still hurting each other, the sky outside the Holy City had already darkened. The energy dissipated during the fight between the strong men during the day caused the climate to change.
The devil sat on the ground, with endless dusk above his head. He asked coldly: "Why haven't you spoken yet? What have you discovered?"
The old man being questioned was wearing a star robe and a strange hat on his head.
The two parties were sitting on a mysterious astrolabe.
The old man shook his head: "I didn't speak because the long night has not yet arrived and I need to observe the stars at night."
Dark clouds gathered in the night sky, covering half of the starry sky. The devil stared at the old man: "Then why did you ask me to meet you during the day?"
Old man: "Because it's too boring to wait for the night alone."
“…”
The wisps of wind did not turn into deadly kite strings after all, and the devil knew that even if he took action, he might not be able to kill the enemy with one blow.
The old man has lived in the holy city for a long time, but he is not a human. He comes from a race that has become extinct, and very few astrologers can have a good ending. The other party is at least a thousand years old, which shows how capable he is.
"At the beginning of the year you said that there might be an opportunity to manifest during this pilgrimage, but nothing has appeared."
Based on some other deductions, the Demon King finally fixed his sights on the Land of Exile. Legend has it that a terrifying existence is sealed here. However, even with a large amount of blood as bait, he stayed there until the energy of his blood was almost dissipated, and still found nothing.
The old man's tone exudes a strange charm: "The gift of fate is like a maze. Any deviation can push you in another direction."
He calmly gave an analogy: "For example, in the past, no one would be left alive in the places where the Demon King made his pilgrimage, but this time there was one."
It was obvious that the old man had heard about what happened in Wan Chao Hui, and he was unusually interested in a child who could cause such a stir in the city.
"During your pilgrimage, you didn't kill anyone, or you killed someone. Or maybe you were supposed to pass by a place, but you stayed in the Land of Exile for a little longer because of a legend. Any deviation will lead to missing out on an opportunity."
The old man suddenly raised his head, and his eyes seemed to become transparent. His sight began to penetrate the dark clouds in the sky, traveled through the endless night, and observed the trajectory of the starry sky.
After a long while, the corners of his eyes slightly cracked, and he made a new prophecy in an extremely cold voice:
"With the sound of the music, the Holy Demon Continent is about to enter a new era of civilization."
The demon king looked at him suddenly, as if trying to determine the truth of the old man's words.
The era of civilization is not a simple time symbol, it often represents a brand new reshuffle of forces.
The devil suddenly said in a deep voice: "Could it be related to musical instruments?"
The old man was still bleeding from all his orifices, and he looked up in confusion when he heard this.
No matter it was the land of exile or the sonata of that piece of music, the devil couldn't help but think of the same figure. He directly explained the one-month appointment mentioned by Tianluka.
The old man laughed: "Prophecy will not be concrete."
In the prophecy, every word has a reference, just like a piece of music may represent life, may refer to a certain person, or even an abstract smile, but it will never have just a literal meaning.
The devil was silent for a moment, staring at the starry sky, wondering what he was thinking.
The author has something to say:
Luke's Diary:
Quill, you evil bastard!
Alex: Laugh.
The fifth day of the Chinese New Year is a good day, and one hundred small red envelopes will be dropped randomly~
I didn't break the chapter today
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