The strong wind mixed with sand and gravel was blowing head-on, and the sand on the roof surface rolled away with the wind like the tide. Xia De, who was squinting, raised his arms to cover his eyes, and turned to look at the top of the roof, but there was no long-haired girl with silver eyes squinting that he was thinking about.
Even though he had expected this situation, he couldn't help but sigh.
So he bent over laboriously, walked up the sloping roof, and then sat where the long-haired Luvia in his dream had sat.
Looking up at this world full of yellow sand, in the dim yellow sky, there are countless fine debris of buildings and corpses floating scatteredly. The sun hangs in the center of this terrifying image, but the sun is black, surrounded by a white rim, and has a red halo around it. The black sun is like a hole, flowing down a fiery red line.
"It's really exactly the same as in the dream, it's not exaggerated at all."
Even because this is the real world, this doomsday scene and that terrifying sun look even more shocking.
Looking up to a higher place, surrounded by countless garbage and corpses, gray clouds and storms wrapped a giant floating island-like building. Black lightning kept flickering between the gravel in the storm, because the distance was too far, Shad couldn't see more details:
"Isn't this the floating island where Zarath Academy of Arts is located?"
The location of the sun and the floating island is extremely far away, and the nearby city is still as in a dream, with the wreckage of the buildings covered by the wind and sand. Except for Saint Teresa Square, the buildings in other areas are dilapidated and crooked. Standing tall in the yellow sand. The western part of the city seemed to have been hit by a giant meteorite, while the black smoke floating into the sky in the northeast of the city seemed to be dancing like dense tentacles.
Even the houses around Saint Teresa Square, except for No. 6 where Shade is located, have more or less been damaged in various degrees. The closer the house to No. 6, the higher the degree of integrity.
But there are still living people here. In the city full of yellow sand, people in cloaks and low-lying bodies can be seen, or things that look like people, moving slowly along the edge of the building. Xia De didn't know how they survived here, but thinking about it, there were only a few survivors left.
He didn't try to contact those survivors, the sound couldn't travel too far in the strong wind, and using the "Light Art" rashly would probably attract things other than the doomsday survivors.
Because he couldn't leave the area of Saint Teresa Square, at this moment, Xia De could hardly think of what else he could do here.
His eyes continued to move downward, and finally looked at the Place Saint-Thereines. On the empty square, there are dilapidated tables and chairs, the lower body of a humanoid statue deeply embedded in the ground, and sundries such as a damaged piano. And in the center of the square, the water spray statue of the girl holding the water bottle was miraculously kept intact, but the body was also covered with fine cracks.
Since the tree father said that you can go back after defeating a strong enemy, then a strong enemy should exist. The home can be determined to be completely safe, so the square is the only area where strong enemies may be encountered.
Looking at the square below, Xia De suddenly had a strange idea:
"I can't leave the square, the square is surrounded by houses, the square is very empty, and outside the square is the absolutely safe No. 6... All these conditions add up, isn't Saint-Terrand's Square an arena under the apocalypse?"
With this kind of thinking, he is almost certain that the "strong enemy" will appear when he enters the square.
His current state is already very bad, there is no need to delay time, it is just right to face the enemy at this moment. If you want clues, you can come back next time.
But Shad also faced another problem, that is, how to "defeat the enemy" with a key. Treefather never ambiguous in the information given, all descriptions are very precise. Therefore, Shade cannot kill the opponent with the key after defeating the enemy, the key itself must have defeated the enemy. Although the foreigners in the sixth ring have mastered many spells and thaumaturgy, they have never learned the ability of "flying needle".
"This key must have a purpose that I don't know, otherwise there is no reason to use the key to defeat the enemy. Although the long-haired Luvia can't tell the past and some
Secret, but certainly not unwilling to tell me even this. Did she ever give a hint? "
Xia De tried hard to recall every detail of the conversation with long-haired Luvia in the dream three months ago, especially the conversation before and after talking about this special time key. Because the two were making out at that time, Xia De's memory slipped for a few seconds, and then he found a few key sentences from the conversation:
"You don't belong to any era."
He held the key and said softly, but the key didn't respond. "Hug me and go find my secrets."
Still no response, Xia De hesitated for a moment, because there was only one last sentence left: "May the first silver moon guide the final direction."
The key in the palm of the hand vibrated suddenly, and then it left Xia De's palm by itself, and was wrapped in a silver light and came in front of Xia De. Xia De got up from the roof in shock, but the key wrapped in a small round silver light group did not produce any other changes, but Xia De could feel the power contained in it, and was eager to show his true form .
"Is it really the sublimation language of long-haired Luvia? Wait, isn't this key not born naturally at all, but made by Luvia herself?" Although this sounds unbelievable, if long-haired Luvia It is entirely possible that he inherited everything as he thought.
The knowledge in [Witch Reverberation Chloe] [Witch Reverberation Fei Lianna] tells Shade that the things in front of him need a specific response and recognized qualifications before they can be used. This is a very high-end alchemy A technology that combines magic, magic and relic containment.
Since the long-haired Luvia asked Xia De to obtain the key, Xia De is of course qualified to use it. So he coughed, opened his arms seriously, and said to the key wrapped in silver light in front of him:
"In the name of your master Luvia Anat, please show me your strength."
The huge circular ritual pattern of the sun, moon and stars that had appeared in the ruined tower, the night temple, and Edwards' letters appeared at Shad's feet composed of golden lines. At the same time, the black key merged with the silver light, and then deformed and stretched to both sides in the light like a seed sprouting.
[Grab it. 】
"She" reminded softly, and Xia De immediately reached out and grabbed the glowing staff lying flat in front of him.
The light disappeared together with the pattern under his feet, and what he grabbed was indeed a long black staff. The material of the staff is the same black wood as the key, the length is about the same as Shad's height, and the thickness is about the same as Shad's wrist. The stick itself is like a sapling that has just sprouted, but there is no root system at the bottom and branches extending in all directions.
Although the stick itself is not very straight, when it is erected, at least the line connecting the upper and lower ends is perpendicular to the ground plane. The reason why the upper and lower ends can be distinguished is not only based on basic botany, but also because the downward end of the wooden stick is inlaid with black wooden **** that are almost the same thickness as the stick body; the upward end of the wooden stick is A curved wooden hook, or in the shape of a question mark.
The shape is simple, and the surface has a naturally formed tree texture, but it feels surprisingly smooth to hold. It is different from the simplicity of [Night Watchman], and it is also different from the complexity of the ["Smallwell Code"] in the hands of Miss Pavo, the vice president of the Truth Society, and it is also different from the sharpness of any other mortal weapon.
The stick itself has the most primitive and simple power.
As the black time key itself is a relic, so is this wooden staff with its natural and dilapidated beauty. In other words, this is simply a staff that enhances the effect of casting spells. Although similar weapons are not common in the sixth era, there are many descriptions of such weapons in the knowledge of witches in the fifth era ~www.mtlnovel.com~.
"Same as [Night Watchman], it can also enhance the effects of thaumaturgy and spells. What level of relic can this be?" Shade rubbed the surface of the wooden staff, held it with his left hand to feel the power, and adapted to the elements. characteristic:
"Also, how can I turn this into a key again?"
The existence of the stick form requires Shad's spirit to maintain, but not a lot. According to Shade's estimation, if you let go of it
, it will change back to the key form in about ten minutes, but Xia De thinks that there should be a more convenient way to transform directly.
However, since you can't figure it out, it's better to solve the current trouble first. Holding his stick, he looked down at the plaza covered by yellow sand, and said softly:
"Fate Ring."
The scorching steam mist seemed to be colored by the yellow sand, and the huge brass rings emerged from the whistle and bell. Xia De rarely has the opportunity to show his life ring and fight in the strongest form. At this time, no one else is present, so he can use his power at will.
Throwing down the frog legs, and then with a sudden leap, he jumped from the roof to the square and landed lightly.
There was a slight pain from the gravel hitting the face, and the chaotic elements and spirits reduced Xia De's keen perception to the minimum.
Instead of looking around, he waited patiently. Sure enough, the sound of a huge force hitting the door panel appeared soon. Xia De turned his head to look next door to his house, only to see that the door of the house belonging to the neighbor Mr. and Mrs. Smith was being violently hit from the inside.
Finally, with a bang, the door panel was smashed into pieces and flew around. And the monster with tattered clothes on his body also forcibly squeezed out of the door frame.
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