The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

It's a fantastic city, with stranger glasses, and they live in a steel city full of tall buildings, a miracle city full of gears and tracks, full of strange sculptures and stranger machines.

But even Katrina can feel a better life here.

People don't have to take a barrel to the well to get water, they just have to untie their own pipes to have clean water, and the street alley has abandoned the oil lamps that always smell like smoke, a bright crystal column lit up the world, and those crystals are a little similar to the magic lamps that are now becoming popular, but they are brighter, cleaner, and can't even feel the slightest mechanical roar and heat.

And when people travel, they don't rely on wagons or their own feet, and a weird box and disk replaces the wagon, and as soon as they get in there, they can get to where they want.

The streets are filled with crystals of colour and white jade and diamonds, but people in robes are blind, strange gear creatures live in the city like spirits, and humans are not the only owners here.

Seeing this strange and familiar world, Katrina was lost, she was just a little barmaid born in the countryside, and the biggest figure she had ever seen was the mayor of the town, a view far beyond her understanding.

Time flies, spring, summer, autumn and winter, and at that moment Katrina seems to have gone through a long time, and the architecture in that modern city is getting a little old, and there's something even weirder.

But then one day, the color of the sky changed, and the white cloud was lit by the flames, and it boiled weirdly. Soon, the burning clouds in the sky were like boiling, and there were blood-red ripples everywhere.

This strange change scared the pedestrians on the street, and the next moment, the clouds were opened and countless lights fell, as if something was spying on the world.

“ @ # @ # ”

“# @ DDA @ 1321! ”

Strange shouting and howling took place in the streets, and Katrina knew where she was, but no one could find her, and it was a strange language, and Katrina instinctively understood what it meant.

“Angel, here comes the angel! ”

“The end! We're fucked. ”

“The prophecy, the prophecy is true! “

Yes, the clouds have been opened and the angels of the white feathers have fallen. They are as strong, beautiful and powerful as the legend says!

The golden armor was shining with the sun, and the long sword was shining with flames, but unlike what the priests had said, they did not come with goodwill and blessings. The first thing people remembered was that the outstretched hand for help was cut off directly by the sword. These beautiful angels were merely to carry out the butcher's mission.

In Katrina's eyes, these beautiful creatures waved their swords without expression, slaughtering the local inhabitants, and citizens tried to steer the puppet escort of the project to fight them, but before they could fight them, they were nailed to the ground by spears of flames.

And then something even scarier happened, and the whole cloud had disappeared without a trace, and in the sky, a giant on top of the sky stood up, his arms, one smiling face, one snake-head, but smiling and representing forgiveness, and he commanded angels to massacre, tearing down the pride of civilization, the garden of the sky that leads to the endless void, and throwing it down as a deadly meteor.

And this is just the beginning, when a strange, shaped god comes out of the high realm of God, either sending a split body, or a native touch, and turns himself into a deadly destroyer.

The vast majority of gods are not pure human shapes, and the twisted beast limbs seem to be their common feature, while this instinctive animal action evolves the massacre into a more brutal jungle prey.

For Katrina, this is the same scene of despair, with death and despair everywhere. She seemed tacitly feeling something was wrong and didn't know what was wrong. All over her ears were explosions and howls, all over her eyes were indifferent massacrers, and that scene was like a slaughterhouse.

She tried to close her eyes and found that her eyes couldn't close, as if there was some power to record every scene.

“No, no, no! ”

The desperate young girl sits on the ground crying, but the world and scenery around her are constantly shifting. The only thing that remains unchanged is that desperate cry and a curse on the gods.

“Don't …. ”

In the efficient killing of angels and gods, the crying and screaming of death came to an end not long after, but the explosion was deafening, and the massacrers did not intend to leave a souvenir for the city.

And standing in the ruins, Katrina was a little confused, and no one could see her, and she felt like she shouldn't be here, but instinctively felt like she belonged.

She wandered blindly in the broken tiles, her mind and instincts were driving her to look for something, and suddenly she saw a pitch-black tablet, and it lay there, unquestioned, but an unnamed surprise came to her mind, and Katrina knew she had found a goal, and she found hope for the future.

But before she touched the tablet, the two giant gods in the sky shook, looking at herself, she, was found!

The next moment, the spear of the angels came with the light of the punishment of the gods, and the light was shining in front of them, but everything returned to silence.

“Wait, that's close...”

“Katrina! Are you okay?”

The violent shake brought back her mind, waiting for her to recover from the trance before finding herself still in the pub room, while her father-in-law looked at herself nervously.

And aside, I saw Katrina awake, and I was relieved.

“How did it go? ”

“Guessing is correct, Katrina is indeed important, both to us and to those ancient legacies who may exist in the world. She's the key. It's the key to the sky tower! They must be looking for her. Most likely the dead are after her. ”

By removing electrodes from Katrina's ears and forehead and transcribing the data on the meter, Timirette clearly harvested amazing information and news, but without the joy of a great harvest, her face was heavy.

“How long? ”

“I don't know, it depends. ”

My seemingly vague question did not receive a definite answer, but since Timirette did not refute my guess, it is likely to come true, and this time, I'm afraid, it will be a lot of fun.

At this point, Old Barton was still staring at me, as if Katrina wouldn't have been guilty if I hadn't offered a little experiment going back to her soul memory.

“Barton, your daughter is more important than you think, running away is not the way to go. ”

But this is not what I said, the dragon witch Wenleil is usually funny, but how can as a witch not understand the importance of the soul, Katrina's soul is so obvious, he has also long seen the importance of Katrina, as Patton's blood elder, at this time it is helpful to divide black and white to speak for me.

And Katrina looking back at me pitifully, the water in her eyes, the tears that had just flowed in her sleep tend to be decisive again, as if I were forcing her to look at these things again, she would cry to show me.

I shook my head to show her peace of mind. I did not intend to force Katrina to retrace her soul memory. How fragile and delicate is the soul? Forcing her to squeeze the information in it is equivalent to pressing the walnut with a road roller. The road roller may be able to pick up some walnut pieces on the ground after passing, but the walnut must be finished.

Even for the sake of the integrity of the treasure, the treasure in the walnut can only be removed slowly.

And looking at Katrina, who was paralyzed in the arms of her father-in-law, I knew this was the end of the day, and hearing the news of the “reinforcements", it seemed I had to think back and think about how to deal with it.

“I'm tired today. Let's break up and get some rest... ”

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Instead of staying in the foreign-room provided by Shaliman, I was looking for a room directly in the bar where, even late at night, the next door kept rumbling and even the floor was trembling at the rhythm.

“Be quiet and keep people awake! ”

I kicked the wall hard, and the next door was a little quiet, but after a few minutes, a more peculiar slight beep made my scalp numb.

“Really…. ”

I was a little helpless. It seemed like a stupid idea to have Timirette live next door to me. So much has happened today, so much new data to make his research, and according to his nature, he will sleep well.

“Tsk, maybe he modified himself and didn't even need to sleep. ”

And given that the spirit may not come back tomorrow, I really need his research now, and I can only give up my intention to hinder him and simply take two earplugs out of the ceremony and plug myself in.

And the reason I didn't fall asleep is not just because of the noise next door, the hammer in the room is giving off a slight silver glow, very reassuring.

I touched the hammer and again tried to use its power to disperse the curse on me, but soon, the power of the holy light surrounded me and turned me into a bright bulb, but still couldn't disperse the weak curse.

“It seems that this is not a curse, Holy Light cannot even be hostile to it, Holy Light feels that I am in very good condition, this... Is this a blessing? ”

Weird status quo leads to more bizarre conclusions, but considering Emila's life magic, plant magic, it is possible to turn a curse into a blessing, or to reverse a blessing effect into a debilitating effect.

It's like the limb you just broke, and it's possible that the amputation 10 years ago was already part of your current state, and the holy light and the healing magic are powerless.

“Looks like the ringer has to ring the bell... ”

While I was sighing, I suddenly heard an outrage from the residents downstairs.

“What are you doing upstairs? Why do you keep arguing and keep people awake? Is there any morality? ”

I shook my head helplessly, and I got up again, and I thought I'd remind Dimerette.

“And that idiot next door, all at once bright and dark, you're bored burning fire in the room! Any common sense? You're not afraid to burn down the house. ”

So I stopped, silently summoned a low-order ghost, maybe this little guy will bring a nightmare to the noisy guy... dream, let him know that midnight howling is not a good habit, if there is really any dissatisfaction, you should pay attention to the way to express dissatisfaction.

“Forget it, get some sleep. ”

And I turned around and I found something wrong with the dead cat. She had a rare appearance of an elf, but revealed her ears and tail and rolled over the bed with a duvet.

“Meow, master, the bed is warm, so soft, so warm, come to bed. ”

The sweet words made her goose bump. I was just about to ask her if she had taken the right medicine, but she saw it on the table beside her, and the memory crystal was glowing.

I knew for a moment, but this time it wasn't about goose bumps, it was about instincts feeling dead stars all around my head.

“That I go, are you filming? You're going to show those crazy girls. You're going to kill me? ”

“Meow, Mimi doesn't understand, Mimi just warms the master's bed as usual. ”

Girl-like Heroise deliberately reveals her snow-white skin and thigh curves, although she does have eyes, but this is definitely not the time to look silly.

“... stop! It's really gonna kill people! ”

“Meow, doesn't the master like boobs to warm the bed? But you said you loved Mimi's service in the dressing room at the tailor's shop that day. ”

“My thing, you still remember that thing? Lord Heroise, give me a break. Don't you think I'm having enough fun? ”

“Meow, Mimi doesn't know, Mimi is just a pet cat who warms the owner's bed. ”