Magus Tech

The dark sky enveloped the earth, and huge white bones were inserted obliquely into the depths of the soil for thousands of kilometers, like a ladder leading to the sky. It is difficult to imagine what kind of creature died in order to leave such a spectacular corpse.

Around the white bones, there are dense skeletons, and there is a faint fire burning in the eye sockets, and there is no clear direction and no clear goal.

A huge black shadow rose from the horizon far away, a bit like a bone dragon, but before it rose to a high level, it was stabbed by a flying white bone spear and screamed and fell to the ground.

The dust rose, and a bone-horse horse appeared, riding a tall skeleton on the battle horse, and the fire in his eyes almost spread outside.The skeleton holds a bone-boned spear in each of its left and right hands, and there are six arms behind it. Five arms hold the same spear. It is obvious that the bone-boned spear was thrown out by an empty hand.

The tall skeleton rode on the white bone warhorse and quickly approached the dying bone dragon. Several hands began to charge, preparing to throw more white bone lances to kill the bone dragon. It looked as if it was the only god in the world.

The above picture was carefully drawn on a white paper.

The white paper was spread on the table in a huge room, and the eight-armed skeleton Anan sat at the table. The eight arms held paintbrushes and were dealing with some details.

For example, is the skull in the painting a bit bigger, the fire in the eyes should be more violent, and the bone dragon should be bigger to highlight the heroic spirit of the skull...

"Shusha..."

Anan, an eight-armed skeleton, kept drawing.

"Tap..."

Pandora walked over and took a glance at the picture, grabbing it.

The eight-armed skeleton Anan looked up and looked at Pandora, his eyes puzzled.

Pandora replied with a straight face: "No need to draw anymore, give up, it's impossible to achieve. Why, you want to reproduce that what the Nimmans death civilization failed? As a skeleton, you like a world of bones, understandable, But now is to seek the opinions of everyone in order to create a perfect new world, what do you like to hand this over?"

The eight-armed skeleton waved eight arms and protested: Why is it not ridiculous, he feels good.

"The protest is not valid. Okay, think about it again." Pandora said, politely grouping the paper into a group and throwing it into the corner.

On the side of the table, the old Lich man who was also painting, looked at this scene, quietly put away the paper and replaced it with a new piece of paper to repaint.

On the other side, the magic pattern doll Bibi is immersed in her own world and is not interested in everything outside.

"Shusha..."

A few minutes later, Bibi finished painting, picked up a thick stack of hundreds of drawing papers, and ran to Pandora: "Hey, Pandora, take a look at my creativity."

Pandora took it, looking one by one, then frowned a little.

After reading more than a dozen photos, Pandora couldn't help but pointed to a black square on the paper that was completely invisible and asked, "What is this?"

"Bread monster." Bibi said seriously.

"Ok?"

"Bread Monster!" Bibi explained solemnly, "It's a monster with bread all over it. It's not threatening at all, but it tastes great. We usually live in the wild. We can eat if we are hungry. If we can't finish eating, we can let go. In a few days, it will be able to grow the eaten part, and then grab it to eat. How?

Pandora: "..." The expression on his face was somewhat distorted, as if he was trying to endure something.

"Then the rest of your paintings are similar?" Pandora asked.

"Yes." Bibi introduced enthusiastically. "You see, this one is a sausage monster, this one is a milk monster, this one is a steak monster, this one is... Bang, oops!"

Speaking of the half, Bibi was hit hard on the head and could not help crying.

Covering his head, he looked at Pandora aggrievedly: "Why are you hitting me?"

"What do you say!" Pandora didn't have a good air. "I emphasize again, soliciting the opinions of you and the rest of the people. It's not that you can imagine anything. It must be reasonable. Don't take out anything like sausage monsters and milk monsters. I reviewed it. Think about it with your brain. If it is really realized, the sausage will be running all over, and the milk will flow in the river. What will the new world look like?"

"It's normal." Bibi still insisted on her opinion, and then he was hit hard again.

"Bang, oops!"

Bibi is finally honest.

In the distance, many people on the table were honest.

On a piece of paper in front of Gro, it was written: Hope, in the new world, you can become the most powerful person.

After reading Bibi’s encounter, he quietly erased this line of words, and changed his thinking to: Hope, in the new world, it is better than now.

Later added: Well, yes, in the new world, it is better not to have Nancy.

As soon as I finished writing, I felt a sharp gaze looking at him, and then a murderous voice rang out: "Why, you just hate me so much? It’s kind of interesting, I don’t see it usually, is it that you don’t have the guts, or Doesn't have guts, or does it have none?"

"..." Gro didn't dare to speak, watching his paper snatched away by Nancy next to him, and then the "don't" in the middle of the last line was turned into: um, yes, in the new world , Preferably Nancy.

The paper is returned.

Nancy patted Gro on his shoulder, his face full of smiles, his smile full of murderous, said: "You are waiting for Ha, our business, it is not so simple. I am bullying you in this world is very restrained, to the new world? , Huh, let's see."

The muscles on Gro's face twitched, and the whole person dared not move, and did not dare to move.

...

Outside the room, there are more people thinking and writing their opinions.

In a magnificent room, Sherlock was lying on the soft bed, being fed grapes by Lucia the little maid.

After feeding a bunch of grapes, Lucia asked aloud, "Master, what should we write?"

"Write what, uh... let me think about it..." Sherlock thought for a second and replied, "Just leave it as it is."

"Ok?"

"After all, there is nothing to improve, isn't it?" Sherlock said, "at least I think that our lives are already happy enough, we don't need to add anything, don't be too greedy as a person."

"Well, just write it as it is."

...

In a small courtyard.

In the study, the sorceress Circe looked at a blank sheet of paper on her desk, and she was a little fascinated.She thought a lot, but wrote nothing.

Next to it, on another small desk, justice girl Nelly wrote very quickly, and the writing of "sand rustle" kept on, and sometimes a silly smile appeared on her face.

Catwoman girl Heidi glanced curiously at Nellyd's paper, hoping for some reference, but the next moment Nelid was blocked by her hand, and then a serious warning: "No peeping, Write your own!"

"Okay." Heidi lowered his head helplessly, thinking hard.

...

In an attic.

"Click, click, click..."

Female apprentice Jessica, with her large scissors, bore Popovich with wild green hair.

Popovich looked at the blank paper in front of him seriously, and then solemnly wrote: I hope that everyone in the new world does not have long hair.

"Teacher!" next to Jessica exclaimed.

"Huh?" Popovich turned to look at Jessica. After a few seconds, he realized what it was and quickly changed it to: Hope that all men in the new world don't have long hair.Well, baldness is fine.

Not long after the word was written, the attic door was knocked.

"Boom!"

The voice is dull and powerful.

Popovich opened the door in doubt, and saw a tall bald man in a red robe standing outside, watching him slowly say: "My name is Abel, I think we may have something to talk about."

"Huh? What to talk about?" Popovich puzzled. "We don't seem to know... Ah!"

Before the question was finished, he was pulled out by the other party, and then Poppovich's screams came from outside the door.

"Boom!"

...

In an underground hall.

Five people sat around a white bone table, each with a blank paper in front of them.

The first is Rommel, the head of the Truth Club wearing a golden robe, and wrote on the paper seriously: I hope that the new world will have no nuclear weapons.

The second is that the truth in the white robe will be in charge of the Dead Sea and seriously write on the paper: I hope that there will be no traitors in the new world.

The third is that the Truth Club in black robe is in charge of the gray fog, and seriously writes on the paper: Hope that the new world, there is no... well, no sky.

The fourth is that the truth society in grey robe is in charge of Hongyue, and seriously writes on the paper: I hope the new world... respect the old man.

The fifth one is the truth director in the red robe, who is in charge of the wind, seriously writing on the paper: I hope that the new world will give me more opportunities to play. After all, I am the strongest director, there is no one!

The five people had just finished writing, and suddenly a person walked in and threw a piece of paper on the bone-bone table. They couldn't refuse to say: "Remove everything you wrote and replace it with the content on this piece of paper."

The five people were stunned and looked at the person who walked in. They saw that they were a very old man with wrinkles on his face, and it was the true god of the truth society—Gaoge.

As for the content of the paper, it is very simple: the truth will, well, must be kept as it is.

The five people looked at it and looked strange, and Rommel took the lead to look at Gao Ge and said: "My god, actually... I kind of hope that there will be no more truth meeting in the new world, after all...it's useless."

"Well." The Dead Sea nodded. "Reconsideration."

"Reconsideration." Gray Mist said.

"Reconsideration." Hongyue also said, explaining, "I just want to take a good rest."

"I can do the same as you wrote, True God." Foehn said a little differently.

Gorge raised his eyebrows, looking at Foufeng with some appreciation, and said with a smile: "I was right, you are my most loyal man."

"That, my god, I haven't finished it yet." Foehn added, "I can indeed write the same as you, but I have a condition."

"Conditions, what conditions?"

"That is, if it is really realized, change me to be the true God, you will be my men. After all, I have been serving you for so long, you should always give me a little reward, right?"

"You!" Gorge's eyes widened, and he reached for Foehn. "You are a rebellion! You are just a dog and want to be the master! You... ah!"

Before he finished speaking, Gao Ge just screamed. He was beaten by Fenfeng with a punch, and then pressed on the table with his neck pinched.

"My God, looking at the past, I will give you another chance to reorganize the language..." Fenfeng said angrily.

Gao Ge suffocated his face and looked to Rommel for help. As a result, Rommel escaped very easily. Hongyue also collected all the papers and pens on the table, and the province was damaged.

Gouge: "You...you..."

...

Outside the lobby, more people are writing their opinions.

Machu: I was wrong. Please take back all my lucky abilities in New World. Who will give it back to whom?

Frank: I'm fine, and I am satisfied with my life now, as long as the New World does not regain my previous doom ability and continue to stay on that kid.

Blood Princess Jasmine: May my royal family live forever, may my kingdom of Sika live forever.

Military God Sauron: May my majesty live forever, may my great Soma alliance endure forever, and may destroy all enemies with my country.

Brown Bear Emperor Peter: Actually... my life span is similar to that of normal people. If I can die old, I am satisfied.

Macbeth from Shiraishi High Tower: I hope New World has delicious marmalade, and I hope New World will meet her again.

Alex, a profiteer from the White Rock Tower: Nothing is required, only ancestor peace, only ancestral tombs will not be dug.

Miss Anne from St. Louis City: I hope that in the new world, I can be a simple girl without worries.

Princess Ruth from the Kingdom of the Black Holy Mountain: I hope that in the new world, I will save less money, less fiances, and less shame.

Green from the rest of the planes: I hope that in the new world, I can have many good friends and protect the forest with me.

From Ximu who is still working part-time: That... called a green girl, can I go to your forest, I am really working part-time.

Gregory from the forest: The location in the forest is full, don't come unless you can bring my abducted daughter together.

Pandora, who is reviewing many suggestions: I am busy, don't disturb me, or I will be killed at your own risk.

Yoshiki: Okay, can't I go to the forest? I suspect you are intentional.

Martin Luther King, Arthur Osheimer, Robert Albert, Tycho: Say a few words, we haven’t said yet...

Countless ordinary people from many other places...John, Johnson, Bob, Hans: We, and we, we have to say...

Someone has a conflict.

"Hans, how dare you write, to marry my wife in the new world?!"

"She is beautiful."

"She is beautiful and my wife. You are not allowed to think about it."

"Ce, at most he is your wife in this world. In the new world, it depends on her willingness."

"I don't care, you immediately change it for me. If you don't change it, I will write about the new world. Your mother will treat me as a daughter and I will be your grandfather!"

"Huh? If my mother is your daughter, should you be my grandfather?"

"Then be your grandfather."

"Go! I didn't agree, you shut up!"

"Then change it for me first!"

"to not fix!"

"Then I will not shut up. I will be your grandfather and grandfather."

"Then I will kill you and eat me a punch!" The man named Hans spoke, flicked his feet, kicked on the other man's face, and the two quickly fought together.

Similar situations exist in many places.

...

A high mountain.

Richard sat on a rock on the top of the mountain, squinting into the distance, as if he saw everything in the world, with a smile on his face.

"Tap..."

Footsteps sounded, and Krett climbed up from behind Richard and stood beside Richard, reminding Richard: "Hey, don't care, because soliciting opinions, many people in your world are fighting."

"Let them fight, I have limited the fighting power of many of them, and nothing will happen."

"That's what I'm talking about, it won't kill people like this, it's boring."

Richard: "..."

He turned his head to look at Krett and asked, "You seem to be idle? Your new world has been created?"

"How is it possible?" Krett laughed at himself. "How long has it been since I didn't even build a framework? I have now found that creating the world is not as simple as imagined. It takes a long time and a long time for a small detail. Moreover, the more you pursue perfection, the more painful you are. Where have you been in your creative world?"

"Fast, fast." Richard stood up and squinted into the distance, his smile on his face thickened. He had hardly smiled before, but now he is laughing more and more.

He smiled and said: "Wait for a while, you will see the new world I want to create. Believe me, it is a world that is not absolutely perfect, but absolutely beautiful."

"Well, I look forward to it and look forward to visiting you in your new world next time."

"Well, I'll see you then."

"Goodbye."

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