Versatile Mage

Egypt, the most famous disaster - the Mirage!

It is not a natural phenomenon of misguided light. For Egypt as a whole, the mirage is equal to another arrival of the forces of the Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divinity. It is bloodshed and the corpses are everywhere!

Old pastoralists have also learned some knowledge before, and have also seen in some books about major events abroad. Somehow, he feels that this story is extraordinarily true, as if they really have a body here to melt the ice and snow.

“What do you think, is Confucius deeper into people's hearts or yours?” The teenager asked with a smile.

“This… I think our character is even greater.” The old herder replied.

“Hahahaha, but your personality is only widely spread in your little region, but Confucius has become synonymous with Egypt's most wicked woman for centuries! In fact, it is widely spread, but the scourge is often remembered for a longer time. By the way, do you know the power of faith?” Juveniles seem to enjoy talking to old pastoralists.

The old herder nodded, obviously not an old man who knew nothing.

“There are many different gods, and the more believers and the more devout they are, the stronger their divine power becomes, so in earlier times, especially many gods will be willing to do something meaningful for humanity so that they can gain more powerful divine power from people's beliefs. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *” The teenager continued.

“Yes, we also believe in this set of ideas.” The old herder said.

“But do you know that the other half of the power of faith is not widely disseminated?” Juvenile continues.

“The other half?” Old pastoralists are more puzzling.

“Since reverence, loyalty, and worship give God such power of faith, does this power of resentment also give him unparalleled evil when people spit on, hate, and dislike a demon?” The teenager said.

The old herdsman was stunned for half a day and didn't know what to answer.

Yeah, since people's devout beliefs can give God more power, can't people's angry resentment gather together to give evil spirits the same power??

“So do you think there are more people in the world like him, or more people like Confucius?” The teenager continued.

Once again, the old herdsmen are silent.

In fact, there are more people like Confucius, as if it were human nature!

“If God is divided between good and evil. Weigh the strength and weakness of the two factions of gods according to the power of faith, then it can be seen that evil gods are more powerful than good gods!” The teenager continued.

“Your logic is irrefutable.” The old herder said.

“This is, of course, irrefutable.” The teenager said with some pride.

“I don't understand. Why do you know that? Kids your age shouldn't understand?” The old pastoralists were confused.

“How do you know all this?” The teenager suddenly laughed, and he walked over and patted the shoulders of the old shepherd, "Old man, because we are the followers of the evil gods, the more people spit on our church, the more they dislike our members, the more they hate the evil spirits we believe in, the more powerful we gain!! ”

The old herder looked at the teenager in surprise and stayed for a while and said: "Son, you may have some mistakes in your mind, things shouldn't be what you think. ”

“Can those leaders truly not hate, hate, and anger the power of evil spirits by framing countless utopias and blocking the other side of human nature with countless stories similar to their own? After experiencing injustice, after experiencing indifference, after experiencing torture, can one really do without any negative thoughts?” The teenager said.

“Come on, kid, there's a lot of good, innocent people like their own, after all.” The old herdsmen feel a little pale.

“Well, how about we make a bet?” The teenager said.

“Bet?? Bet on what?” The old herdsman's face was puzzled.

“This is your hometown, we just walked through your house, we saw your daughter, we saw your wife, and we saw your old mother, who was 80 years old and still fun and healthy, and she gave me a grass ring that she had woven herself, right?” The teenager said.

“Yes, my mother loves you and says you have beautiful purple eyes like elves.” The old herdsman said.

“Your neighbors are friendly, and I've seen them, poor but optimistic, but welcoming, right?” The teenager continued.

“Yes, they're good neighbors.” The old herdsman's way.

“You people on this meadow, because their legends have a kind, enthusiastic heart, friendliness and respect for young girls, are a very commendable people wherever they may be.” The teenager said again.

“It is nature that our own people, even outside, enjoy a good reputation.” The old pastoralist's face shows pride.

The teenager looked back at the beauty in the short cheongsam | The woman, seeing that she seemed ready, laughed again and said, “So let's use this as a wager? ”

“I don't quite understand what you mean.” The old herders don't understand.

“If you don't hate me, don't hate me, don't hate me, you win. If you win, I give up my cardinal status, and I swear to you, I will be as good a man as I am!” The teenager laughed, the smile was so spring breeze, but the whole face hid endless falsehood and evil!

“Why should I do this to you, even though your mind is strange, but you are a very polite child after all...” The old herdsman still does not understand.

“Being polite is my rest, and being vicious is my nature.” The teenager said.

“You're such a weird kid.” The old shepherd shook his head helplessly, and he found that he could not say enough about the child, the child's logical thinking, and his knowledge was much higher than that of his old shepherd.

He turned his head and looked at the beauty of the cheongsam | woman, and asked, “Aren't you going to tell me about your brother, who always thinks about things that don't make people feel good? ”

“You misunderstood. He's not my brother. He is my master... well, like Confucius and the man, I am his little slave.” Beautiful cheongsam | The woman smiled gently.

“This...” The old herdsman didn't know what to say for a while. When he was about to say something else, he suddenly saw the beauty of the cheongsam | The woman suddenly used her finger to destroy the statue directly!

The white sculpture instantly turned into powder, some splashed into the air, some scattered over the grass, and the old herdsman saw this woman behaving so rudely, with a little anger on her face.

“What are you doing!!” The old herdsman shouted.

“Set the coordinates here.” Beautiful cheongsam. "

“Uncle, are you angry like this, then you have lost.” The teenager said.

“I'm not angry, we can rebuild a sculpture like this, but you shouldn't do it, it's disrespectful to us... what do you have in your hand?” The old herdsman said.

Beautiful Cheongsam | The woman raised a narrow, sophisticated, artistic, triangular dish in her hand and said softly: “Do you ask? ”

“Yes,” said the old herdsman.

“It's a baby.” The teenager spoke at this time, "he explained," and Salang and I went to great lengths to steal its most important parts from the New York Temple. Do you remember that triangle mirror I told you about? ”

“Remember, but didn't that thing already get lightning chopped into powder?” The old herder said.

“Oh, that's not a real triangle mirror. The triangle mirror on Confucius' hand is just a high-imitation prop. Its effect is just scattering light, and it can only be called a triangle chaos mirror. The triangle chaos mirror flows to Egypt and is collected by Confucius. This is the real triangle mirror we have, and soon you'll see it work like no other.” The teenager continued.

The old herdsman stayed here again.

If that Egyptian legend is true, then the triangle mirror is the vessel that can refract the Pyramid's glow, which is no good!

“Lord Cold Lord, I'm ready.” Beauty | The woman said with a smile.

“Well, let's open our old man's eyes.” The teenager said.

……

The triangle mirror was placed in the wreckage position of its statue. As several other men injected a special energy, the whole triangle mirror sparkled with an extremely cool glow, like a cold light under an icy moon...

The light shoots straight into the long sky, and there is an incredible dividing line between the vast gray and blue heavens, it seems to hit a dimension!!

A heaven and earth runs through the dividing line, which is emitted from one side of the triangle mirror.

Soon another vertical line, still so cold, straightened across this boundless meadow, nearly parallel to that distant horizon, and interwoven with the line through its statue.

Immediately afterwards, another horizon, which is perpendicular to the vertical line and perpendicular to the distant horizon, it crosses and divides the whole area into four reckless pieces, even if it looks down from a height of 10,000 meters, you can still clearly see such a shocking division!!!

Throughout the line!

Vertical line!

Horizontal line!

These three lines make up a spatial coordinate, and that special cold light fills the area, obviously sunny afternoon, bright sunshine, but the area becomes weak and cold in the morning!

“Look, the most beautiful moment is coming.” The teenager has a little fanaticism in his eyes.

The old herder is even more incredible, he has never seen such a spectacular shock!

“What the hell is this?” The old herder asked.