Monarch of Evernight

The doors of the Hall of Destiny open, and there is a void inside.

In the deep void, sometimes several streams of light pass, reflecting several shiny silver-tone metal components.

As Pretty Tick and Habs entered, the flow of light in the void increased significantly, slowly presenting the entire hall interior view.

In the void, floating a strange machine, countless arc-type orbital arms slowly rotate around an invariant point in the void along their own invisible trajectory. The orbits and speeds of each arm are different, some of them intersecting each other, but numerous complex trajectories overlap and never collide.

These orbits are driven by, and vary depending on. They seem simple, yet ultimate, and even if they are as strong as Hubbs, they will feel stunned for a long time.

Pritetick sighed: "It has to be said that the forces of nature are amazing. How could I not have imagined before that there would be a fate gauge that, by relying solely on the mysterious forces that exist in the void itself, would be able to sustain itself and reveal to us the trajectory of destiny at the bottom of the world. ”

Habs was uncomfortable, watched the fate gauge carefully, and realized something, "Your Majesty has avoided the steam power and force arrays for years in order to better grasp the power deep in the void? ”

“Exactly.” Pretty Tick nodded.

Habs thought, "Does Your Majesty want to go further? ”

Pretty Tick grinned, “Your Majesty, who doesn't want to go any further. You, me, not all of them? Unfortunately, our veins have given us strength and shackled us. From the moment we were born, our dome was fixed. How easy is it to talk about just trying to find a power that can replace blood? For a thousand years, the only one who's succeeded has been the one who crashed in the New World War, right? ”

Habs, for a moment, obviously didn't want to continue the conversation, but said, "Perhaps in the new world, it's easier to find alternative forces? ”

This is actually also the consensus of the top strong of Everlasting Night, but unexpectedly, Pretty Tick said: "There is not necessarily the power we need in the new world, nor is there necessarily that power in Everlasting Night. We may have all fallen into the wrong place over the past 10,000 years. When I introduce you to a little guy, you'll know. ”

Pretty Tick raised his voice and shouted into the void: "Anwen! ”

The void corner opened a door and Anwen walked out of it. Through a half-open door, you can see that it's also a wonderful space, with a floor, but without walls and ceilings. In addition to tables and chairs, there are countless complex and bizarre mechanical parts in the room that you can look at, at least thousands of gears hanging together, complicating each other's movement, even when you think about it.

Not only did Hubbs look at the machinery in the room, but Pretty Tick was also curious, Anwen grabbed some messy hair, helpless: “Well, lately, the calculations are a little big, my magic and secrets are a little underused, so there's no way, I just have to find a way to build something to help me with my calculations. ”

Habs nodded and looked at the sophisticated machinery in Anwen's room. With the ability to crown with fire, even a small part of it can't see how it works, let alone what the calculations in Anwenkou mean. Isn't it true that the Forever Night Strength relies on the power of the blood to raise the realm? As for the word enlightenment, it was learned from the people.

Enlightenment is called enlightenment because you feel something, but you can't say it. Otherwise, why would the people put their enlightenment so high and admire it?

When we get to Anwen, it's like the force is not only quantifiable, but also computational?

Fortunately, Habs sneaked a peek at Pretty Tick, and when he saw him, he was relieved. It doesn't look like the bloodline is extraordinarily stupid, but Anwen is too strange. Didn't you see that even the great prophets of the demonic generation couldn't figure out what Anwen was doing?

Seeing Pretty Tick and Hubbs' faces, Anvin grabbed his hair again and decided to explain what he was doing. After all, being able to work in the Hall of Destiny, there is only one chance to be exposed to the Destiny Track at all times. And it all depends on Pretty Tic, and Anwen's expenses in the Hall of Destiny are quite substantial, and Pretty Tic has to nod his head.

Even the genius of the so-called Demonic Young Master who used his power to open a unique path knows the reason for being responsible to the Golden Lord.

“Actually, I'm not at the stage of exploring the unknown… wait, listen to me!” Anvin immediately saw a killer in Pretty Tic's eyes.

"Okay, I'll hear your explanation," Pretty Tick said. Just as His Majesty Hubbs is here, so let's hear it. You spent the last three years of your entire Hall of Destiny maintenance in a month, but you haven't started the main process, and we're all curious what you've done. ”

Hubbs couldn't help but say, "What is the cost of maintaining the Hall of Destiny in a year? ”

“Approximately three lava castles can be built. ”

Habston stopped talking and stared at Anwen. He also wondered how Anwen had managed to squander the ancient castle he had repaired over hundreds of years in three days.

Anwen also feels invisible pressure in the eyes of the two top strong men. He made up his mind, helpless: “I can explain, but you have to be patient. Because the next thing I'm going to say, it's probably... not very understandable. ”

Habs is fine, after all, the crowning prince's temperament. Pretty Tic is famous for his careful eyes. Anwen's words are tantamount to questioning his superior wisdom. His face suddenly turns green, and a beautiful pair of eyes flashed with silk anger.

Anwen immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing and that it was too late to make up for it. He had to sort out his thoughts quickly. But it's not that easy to draw understandable conclusions from extremely abstract graphics and numbers in your head.

“There are many forces in our world. Or, to be precise, dark forces can take many forms, and we have only a handful of them. The power of blood actually corresponds to a particular form of force. ”

This is common sense known to all the top Forever Night Powerhouses, and this is the first lesson in the younger generation's introduction.

However, the Anglophone wind turned, “But more forms of force are not yet known to us. Maybe, no, not maybe, the force we have is just a tiny fraction of all the forms of force. There are countless new manifestations that we need to explore. Even in the void, some forms of force are there, but we know nothing. ”

After introducing the concept of expression, Anwen saw that Pretty Tick and Habs were not too uncomfortable for the time being, and continued: “We can divide the force into two parts, the essence and the expression, and in a sense, the dark force can also be regarded as an expression. It certainly has a more bottom-line nature. ”

And then Anwen got sick again, and he came up with countless digital formulas and models. Pretty Tick had to interrupt him, "You haven't said what exactly you're doing right now. ”

“So, if we want to break the shackles that have been imposed on our veins, we need to look for new forces, or, to be precise, we need to find more forms of force. Only then will it be possible to find new paths, especially those that are right for us. Like King Blackwing, no, the way of Andoria, Lord of the Everlasting Night, is not for us.” Anwen Dao.

Pretty Tick and Habs both nodded and listened carefully. They all thought there was no possibility of moving forward in the eternal world, but Anwen slowly gave them hope. Original forces are not only eternal nights and dawns, they can exist in countless ways.

“In short, we need to find more manifestations, or models that exist. But most of the forces exist beyond our perceptions, and even some of the manifestations that we simply can't perceive through the normal paths, they exist only as theoretical speculations. It's very difficult to verify if they really exist. However, this is necessary and even inescapable. Only with a deep understanding of all the manifestations of the Force can we truly understand the world in which we live, so that we can understand our veins and find ways to break through. ”

Hubbs and Pretty Tick are getting excited, and Pretty Tick, the prophet, even has a little tremble in his hand, and he asks with hope: "Are you saying that the job you've been doing is...”

“Yes, that's the tools designed to find these forms of force, and they're almost done!” Anwen is loud and authentic.

Pretty Tick was blinded instantly, and he looked at Habs, the crown of fire of the crowned prince, and was clearly in a state of instantaneous extinction.

“Wait...” Pretty Tick tries to calm himself down, calm down again, even if it's going to erupt, he has to wait until he understands, and it's not too late to kill Anwen.

“Did you just say that you haven't started looking for the manifestations of the dark forces, but just built the tools to look for them? ”

“Shouldn't you be sharpening your axe before you go into the mountains to cut wood?” Anwen speaks very philosophically.

The great prophet felt that fate and himself had made a joke, and for a moment the anger stopped, roaring: “You spent a quarter of the cost of the Black Sun Valley, enough money to build nine lava castles, and delayed the destiny orbit for another half month, creating these... tools?! ”

“It's not finished yet.” Anwen said.

“Not finished yet?!!” The great prophet, who has always been gentle, shouted the highest volume of his life, and even the void tended to tear.

Anwen was very calm, and the stall said, “Now that all the money has been spent, can you stop me from building it? ”

Pretty Tic's face was instantly gloomy. At this point, he's gonna have to bite his teeth anyway so that Anwen can build that damn computing tool.

But after all, he was a great prophet, and he glanced at Anwen's weakness and said, "Okay, I'll keep giving you the money. But if you succeed in finding what you call a force expression, forget it. If not found..."

“Well?” Anwen suddenly got a little nervous.

“The money will be on your tab. ”