Chapter 95: Control
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Lujia stopped a big black van along the way. When the driver learned that they were going to the place where natural disasters were most frequent recently, his brows furrowed.
"I heard that a meteorite fell nearby not long ago. Are you young people willing to sacrifice your lives just to make money by shooting videos?"
Luke interrupted: "Are you going?"
Driver: “It costs extra.”
Luke was in a hurry and did not exchange foreign currency. Fortunately, the driver was also Chinese and did not refuse his local banknotes, which he paid three times the price for.
The 22-kilometer journey was accompanied only by DJ.
Leo: "Cut the song."
He wanted to hear that there was a dragon in the far east.
A familiar melody sounded in the car. Luke rolled down the window and stretched out his hand. A lot of ashes were floating in the air.
The ashes felt extremely cold, like dense needles.
Quill rubbed his palms: "There is the breath of the undead in it, try not to touch it."
The driver finally parked the car in a small town. He was unwilling to go any further even if he had money.
Luke and his group got off the bus and walked forward for a distance.
Some islanders have already evacuated, and those who are still willing to stay, apart from earning traffic, are the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled, and those who really cannot bear to part with their existing assets. Everyone stayed indoors, and the once bustling tourist town now looked like a deserted city. Some places were even charred, as if it had suffered a fire.
The sun and moon were dim, and the smell of dead fish wafted over from the coast. The surface of the ground was as thin as a layer of paper, as if it would break if it collapsed.
The relaxed atmosphere before boarding the plane was gone.
They stopped talking and laughing, and the Saint said to Luke and Quill, "We will hold the Demon King back later, and you two will find a way to stop the altar."
The devil has no other choice but to come in person, but they only have part of their spiritual consciousness coming here, so they must unite to fight.
Luke: “Okay.”
It might be difficult to destroy the altar, so you have to try to use tricks to destroy the magic inscriptions on it.
The feather pen suddenly said, "Luke, two o'clock."
Unable to use his spiritual sense, Lujia could only vaguely see the mountaintop a thousand meters away, with the smoke and dust in the sky being particularly thick.
The scarlet sky and the black air below repel each other, forming a spectacular natural landscape.
With the help of a translation app, Lujia managed to find a passerby who was filming the video and communicated with him. He quickly replied, "The locals said that a meteorite did fall recently, and the sky has been red since then."
The saint present undoubtedly had the strongest cultural attributes: "The world will is protecting itself, trying to bring down natural disasters in an attempt to nip the root of the evil in the bud."
This protection was undoubtedly effective, at least it lasted until they arrived.
Luke's expression changed.
When he spoke again, his tone was a little unusual: "Can I understand that this plane tried to use a meteorite to kill the demon king, or smash the altar, and it had some effect during the process?"
The saint nodded.
The altar cannot be too far away from the origin of the world, and it has to be left there for a while. The devil cannot leave without permission, so they will have to bear this kind of damage.
Luke fell into deep thought.
That familiar feeling came over me, as if I had overlooked something. The last time I felt this way…it was less than twenty-four hours ago.
When he entered the airport he forgot to consider radiation.
I wouldn’t be struck by lightning at such a young age and suffer from cerebellar atrophy, would I?
"Demon King, natural disaster..."
The sparse light from the sky hit his eyelashes, and just as the feather pen was about to say something, Luka ruled out the first two words and settled on the last meteorite.
Suddenly, he clapped his hands heavily, and his eyelashes fluttered: "Boulder City!"
When these three words came out, the saint was stunned.
Then, everyone seemed to think of something.
Lujia looked at the quill and said, "Didn't you explain this to me during the Firestone Pavilion auction?"
A long time ago, two huge blood-red stones flew in from the sky. The Stone City was built on the blood-red stones as the foundation, and the Treasure Pavilion was built with the leftover materials.
That means that the temperature on the surface of the boulder was only suppressed by the magic pattern, and the energy of the stone itself was still there.
Perhaps the Holy Demon Continent has also encountered a similar crisis. No matter what happened in the past, it can be of great use now.
Once unsealed, this stone will be a killer.
Luke: "There are two huge rocks. Move one of them and smash it down at the critical moment so that it can be used."
When rocks fall from the sky and hit my dad, I feel so great.
For Lujia, these are brand new memories, but for the natives of the Holy Demon Continent, they have long been accustomed to them and almost forgotten them, so it is naturally difficult for them to associate them with the history of the Stone City.
The saint admired and praised: "It is indeed a good idea."
The question is who will do it.
The round trip is extremely exhausting and requires extremely strong spatial capabilities to be able to locate the current coordinates upon return.
The saint gave the answer in one second: "I..."
Bon voyage is on everyone's lips.
Sage: "I'll let the ferret go."
The two sides have a special blood bond, so even if they are not in the same plane, they can communicate simply through spiritual consciousness.
“…”
Luke was surprised: "Even more cunning than me."
What a tricky angle.
The Snow Ferret can represent the Saint and let the Lord of the Stone City execute orders. At the same time, it is good at space, which is simply perfect.
The saint looked at the quill calmly.
The latter's movements seemed casual, but he quickly began to create an animal puppet to be used when the ferret landed.
When the puppet began to take shape, the saint again produced two chess pieces out of thin air.
One is black and the other is white. They are different from the chess pieces that were just used to provide materials for the quill pen. The Elf King looked at the black and white chess pieces thoughtfully.
Lujia was close and could clearly sense the murderous aura within the chess piece.
But now, the chess pieces that can be used as weapons have become small x and small y.
Commonly known as coordinates.
They flew towards the sky at the same time and got stuck in the cracks in space. During this time, the saint's consciousness seemed to disappear for a brief moment, and there was some cold sweat on his usually calm and gentle face.
Even with the blood contract, communication across dimensions is still very difficult.
When the chess piece was successfully inserted into the space crack, the saint seemed to feel something was wrong, and the vibration in one direction was particularly strong.
At this moment, the feather pen suddenly looked towards a certain direction of the distant mountains and forests, and faintly heard the roar of the dead.
His sight must have said, "It seems to be to the south."
The saint also nodded at this time.
Leaving the coordinates, he said: "Finally, let's finalize the strategic deployment and go find the Demon King first."
The message has been delivered, but it is still unknown whether the ferret can make it across successfully. Anything can happen during the process of crossing the plane.
We have to fight this battle and we can’t just sit there and wait.
Based on previous findings, the team headed towards the dense vegetation area to the south.
The island is mainly composed of mountains and hills, and the climate becomes more abnormal the further you go.
Quill's tone was slightly lowered: "The breath of the dead is getting stronger."
There was still an unextinguished wildfire in the distance, and the road was full of strange pieces of rubble, suspected to be the remains of a fallen meteorite. After walking around, they felt like they were stuck in a maze.
The Elf King raised his neck and cried a few times, and the birds in the forest also chirped a few times.
After the exchange, the Elf King said, "You're talking in circles."
Amidst everyone's surprised gazes, he remained calm: "Everyone's bird language is similar."
The elves have the ability to communicate with nature.
Having learned their lesson, everyone slowed down. Lujia had the strongest sense of space. When he reached a place, he suddenly stopped and closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, his pupils turned red and he silently chanted a spell.
Nothing happened.
Lujia's steps became slower and slower. In the chaotic airflow, the focus of his pupils became strangely dispersed, and the lines seemed to be imprinted on all the flowers, plants and trees around him.
Every place near the space cracks was scrutinized multiple times, and the birds on the branches flapped their wings and flew away under the uncomfortable feeling of invasion.
Luke was quite patient and kept repeating his previous actions.
Until the space finally changed, he grabbed the void and heard a strange sound of plastic film being torn.
It continued for about a quarter of an hour, and the world before my eyes suddenly changed.
The barrier was completely cleared, and red light burst out like a rainbow.
The scarlet sky was so dazzling that the sun could not be seen. In the sky, the long-lost Demon King appeared, with disheveled hair and one of his arms completely covered in black energy.
His arrogant and contemptuous temperament remained unchanged from beginning to end.
The altar was about a kilometer away from him, and it was covered with the remains of the latest sacrifices. There was a crack about ten thousand feet deep in the ground right below, and a mixture of substances of various colors were being sucked up by the altar.
This was the first time that Luke got a glimpse of the shape of the origin of the world, and it was truly shocking.
Some are like the five Platonic solids, corresponding to different elemental forces.
The demon king glanced downwards, his emotions showing no obvious change, but those who knew him a little could sense his surprise from his subtle body movements.
It was not surprising to the Demon King that they came, but they came too quickly.
He looked at his long-time rival.
It is dark under the lamp. Iliad would not have thought of traveling to other dimensions so quickly. The aura of the chess piece has been suppressed, so how did the opponent locate him so quickly?
Sage: "To this day, you still underestimate him."
The moment the words fell, the demon king saw the large words Luke had left in the air with magic:
Mandarin duck jade pendant [white chrysanthemum.jpg].
The flowers are painted vividly.
The demon king's pupils finally moved.
The opponent successfully performed a sudden literature. The moment Luke lowered his eyes, several figures attacked at the same time.
There is no time to waste!
The moment of take-off, Luke didn't even look at the Demon King. According to the previous arrangement, he went straight to the altar.
The Elf King attacked from a distance behind him, and when the Saint and the Dragon Clan got close, Leo immediately stirred up a hurricane. The frost spewed by Berlane combined with Grover's frost hindered the Demon King's actions.
The devil descended in his true form and calmly dealt with the group attack.
During the evenly matched battle, a strand of her blood-red hair began to turn white.
A saint does not have this hidden danger. The puppet's hair is silver-white in color. However, from the cracks on his neck, it can be seen that the backlash from a fight was severe.
Unlike the great battle with the Holy See, due to the suppression of the plane, the fluctuations caused by their battle this time were much smaller.
After only three or four rounds of fighting, both of them became weak.
The altar continues to greedily absorb the essence of the world.
The scorching magic attacks continued to stack up into heat waves, rolling towards the altar one after another.
Even after being attacked to this extent, the altar still stood firmly.
Luke's progress is slow, just scratching the surface.
The quills pinned the bones on the altar, but neither side could get any closer to the altar and could only attempt to violently destroy it from a distance.
"It's a bit troublesome." Luke looked at the quill.
The temperature of the altar is hot on the outside but cold on the inside. If you get too close, you need to cast a protective spell. The current magic power expenditure is very limited. No wonder the Demon King kept a distance from the altar before.
The origin of the world is being eroded bit by bit. Throughout the entire process, the Demon King can receive gifts and replenish his rapidly losing vitality.
Quill said coldly: "The altar is feeding him back."
It looks like a siege, but in reality it is a war of attrition.
The devil only needs to consume time.
Luke cursed with true emotion, "Damn it!" Is this altar the turtle grandson of the Tree of Life? Everyone likes to play supplies.
Having regained the upper hand, the demon king smiled again: "You want to stop me with only a portion of your spiritual awareness?"
When dealing with the siege, he even offered a thoughtful suggestion: "If any of you are willing to self-destruct, there may still be a chance, but... are you willing to lose your spiritual consciousness?"
During the collision of magic, the devil looked at the saint with a smile.
The saint said nothing. He raised his palm and countless black and white chess pieces gathered in the air to form a long sword.
In fact, the devil didn’t know what the saint’s weapon was. When they fought, the opponent mostly used spells.
Who would have thought that the sword was made of chess pieces.
So is his weapon a sword or a chess piece?
The devil's smile completely disappeared. He seemed to realize that his thoughts had been led astray by Luke, and he often engaged in meaningless thinking.
"No." His subconscious mind focused on the sword, which was a natural warning of crisis for the strong.
The devil immediately took a closer look and realized that there was a gap on the sword.
He couldn't help but think of the chess piece that injured him. If that was part of the opponent's flying sword, it was very likely...
Before he could finish his thought, a strong sword energy suddenly burst out from his body.
The demon king took several steps back, blood oozing out of his spine. His arrogance weakened a lot, and the sword energy raged in his body, causing continuous destruction.
"You did it on purpose." The devil looked unhappy.
He knew that he could suppress the aura of the chess piece and indirectly conceal the existence of the sword energy. What a sinister old bastard!
The saint pursued the victory, and the Elf King and the dragon clan switched positions in a second, came from behind, and attacked the blood hole.
Blood gushed out, and half of the wings almost became a broken kite.
It was the saint who frowned first.
The absorption of the altar is speeding up, and the Demon King's recovery speed is faster than expected.
During this process, the power of the altar itself is also becoming stronger, and the difficulty will increase when Luke tries to block it.
When he distracted himself to see what was happening over there with Luke, he almost froze.
Luke disappeared at some point, leaving Quill alone to hold the altar in check.
Looking around, it turned out that the latter was jumping up and down, with his arms raised, doing something unknown. During this time, he seemed to be trying to use magic to repair some broken lines on the ground.
After a lot of trouble, Luke finally stopped at the edge of a huge rock on the top of the mountain.
A familiar voice came from the high ground.
"Family, I'm Luke, I'm awake."
"During the time when I was in a coma, I dreamed that my father was here, so I came here as soon as possible to fulfill my vow."
The two groups fighting in the distance paused at the same time.
After successfully setting up the live broadcast signal, Luke quickly and emotionally connected with his fans.
The fastest thing in modern society is news. Under the celebrity effect, any movement seems to be known to the whole world in the next second.
Less than a minute into Luke's broadcast, his phone began to vibrate continuously.
Push notifications popped up crazily above, bombarded with all kinds of headlines——
Luke is awake? 》《Is it a malicious imitation by an internet celebrity or a real person, a vegetative person resurrecting his corpse! ”, “Anniversary Event Welcoming the Souls”… These titles are so abstract that they sound like they were generated by AI.
But this also represents a fact, that the hot search has exploded.
Along with the hot searches, the live broadcast room’s audience volume soared by tens of thousands, as well as the continued income from faith.
[Current number of online users: 30,000]
[Current number of online users: 50,000]
[Current number of online users: 70,000]
…
Suddenly thinking of today's date, Luke felt excited. Great, it’s the weekend and even the students have gone home for the holiday, we are saved!
Combining miracles and reversals, the effect brought about by Luke's awakening was extremely shocking, and the feedback was basically positive.
The power of faith is still growing, and I feel like my hollowed-out body is becoming hot again!
To give public opinion time to further ferment, Lujia temporarily withdrew from the live broadcast.
As she met the Demon King's cold and hostile gaze from a distance, the ball of light gathered in Su Bai's palm grew visibly into a little sun.
"Fans are the best way to repay your kindness, a great supplement!"
Isn't it just a supply battle? Let’s replenish our bodies together.
Under the operation of the traction method, the golden light flowed even more vigorously, and Luke fired the truth in one go.
With a loud bang.
The altar shook violently under the devil's nose.
Dozens of skeletons above were shattered, making the feather pen easier to control.
Not to mention the enemy, even the friendly side was shocked.
To quote the saints, the ghost wall in the woods is not a ghost wall, but the ghost wall in front of you is.
Changing the location does not change the fans.
"Lu Fan, the eternal God." Luka shouted to himself, not knowing what was burning in him.
The altar is already crumbling, but it's not enough!
He turned on the live broadcast again, his eyes red:
"My family, the signal was not very good just now. I miss you too..."
"As you all know, I have no parents or relatives since I was a child. When I was in the most difficult time, only my fans believed in me..."
No parents?
The Elf King looked at the Demon King opposite who was affected by the attack on the altar, and thought to himself that he was not gone since childhood, but was gone since adulthood.
...To be more precise, it is present continuous tense.
Luke was still describing his tragic life story in vivid detail.
Countless sentences like "Brother, don't cry", "Brother, we are always here", and "You are the best" flashed across the screen.
He got more emotional feedback.
In the distance, the devil watched as Luke made a heart shape with one hand, then used his left hand behind his back to defuse the bomb for the second time, and went from weak to full of energy in three seconds.
Even when he exited the live broadcast, Luke's eyes were still red.
With a crystal tear falling, he stood high on the edge of the rock and bombarded the altar coldly.
“…”
This contrast is difficult to describe in words. Not swearing when fighting Luke is definitely a manifestation of civilized qualities.
While provoking the Demon King, he never stopped firing.
With Luke's current strength, he can perfectly avoid the weak period caused by the traction method, and with the supplement of faith power.
"I finally went from a cannon to a machine gun."
Lujia thought with great pride that in the future, he could add one more item to his fan’s resume: saving the world with his idol!
True fans follow the real owner.
On the other side, the feather pen controlled the bones on the altar. The bones that were showing their fangs and claws were suppressed. He moved his index finger and pulled out one of the skeletons emitting black air.
Compared to its surroundings, this skeleton is obviously filled with more resentment.
"Luke," the quill suddenly said, "your grandmother."
Luke was shocked. He could even recognize a corner of the family portrait?
Quill: "Look at the bones."
He was very familiar with Luke's bone structure, which was shared by the direct bloodline of the demon race.
The other aspect is breath recognition. Because of his love for him, he can even recognize his family members if they turned into ashes.
“…”
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Excerpt from the World Will Diary:
While people were fighting below, some were playing chess, some were counting to eight in their minds, some were live streaming, some were taking the time to express their curiosity about how to give rewards, and some were studying other people's corpses.
@You deserve it if you want to sacrifice the origin of the world.
Demon King: [Angry][Angry][Angry]
The devil will be gone tomorrow, Luke has really become the orphan of the group's favorite [dog head] Randomly drop 50 small red envelopes [red heart]
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