Deep Sea Embers Chapter 412: Academic Exchange

Since leaving the top of the mountain, Fanna and Morris have been fighting the "fakes" that keep popping up in this fog-they can't remember how many monsters made of elements were eliminated on the way, but some One thing is obvious, no matter how many are eliminated, these monsters will always be quickly replenished from the fog.

It is useless to simply destroy these duplicates.

Maurice stared at the thick fog, and from time to time there was a faint silver light flowing in his eyes. He tracked the thought flashes that occasionally appeared in the fog, trying to determine where the controllers behind the monsters were.

After a while, he suddenly raised his head and looked in a certain direction: "This way."

Vanna immediately reached out her hand to grab the air, and condensed a new giant sword from the ubiquitous mist, and walked in front of Morris.

They walked through the fog, through the deserted streets, relying on the dim street lights around them to barely determine the location of nearby buildings, and distant voices could be heard from time to time—sometimes city guards and monsters The sounds of fighting are sometimes strange whistling and roaring, and sometimes there are even calls for help that seem to be close at hand.

But where there are calls for help, there will always be only surging black mud.

The fog is flowing, and the outlines of the buildings in the fog seem to be flowing with it. Those hazy outlines seem to come alive. , Even the street lamps on both sides gradually began to shake, and the dark lampposts bent down like soft plants, and the lights turned into groups of cloudy yellow eyes.

At this moment, a low and soft voice of prayer suddenly came from the front, which interrupted Morris' thoughts and quickly restored the scene in front of him to its original state.

Vanna was praying softly, and the layers of light, like water waves, spread out from her center, disturbing the dense fog.

"Be careful, there are things in the fog that can disturb people's sanity," Vanna said without turning her head after finishing a prayer, "We have stayed in this fog for too long."

"Actually, it doesn't affect much," Morris said casually. "Occasionally encountering some hallucinations and auditory hallucinations is normal for me, and I'm used to it."

“… I should talk to Heidi about your health attitudes in my next correspondence with her.”

The corner of Morrison's mouth trembled for a moment, and he wanted to say something, but at this moment, a flowing mist suddenly floated from the side, and he only felt his vision blurred for a moment, and then he lost everything in front of him. Na's trace.

The old scholar immediately stopped and called out, "Fanna?"

The fog was flowing quietly, and no one here answered his call.

Morris's nerves tensed up a little bit, and at the same time he looked around quickly.

I do not know when, there is only pale and boundless fog left around, and the buildings that could barely be seen in the fog have disappeared, and even those dim street lights have all disappeared from sight, and in this pale Deep in the chaos, he suddenly saw something.

It was a huge shadow, like an incomparably huge tower, but when one looked closely, one could see that thing shaking and wriggling slightly. It seemed to be the tentacles of some kind of huge sea monster, probing from the sky. Facing the earth, licking the things on the earth—Maurice was unconsciously attracted by the hazy silhouette of the giant tentacles, staring at it, feeling as if he could draw truth and mystery from its huge and terrifying shadow

The next second, Morris frowned and shook his head.

There's no truth to this stuff, it's just some kind of demagogic illusion.

"Huh?"

A voice suddenly came from the fog. It seemed that someone was surprised. Morris looked in the direction of the voice for a moment. He saw that the huge phantom in the distance disappeared, and a tall and thin figure Coming out of the fog.

"You are not affected—it's surprising." The tall and thin figure became solid, and it turned out to be a man wearing a dark blue coat and holding a large black book in his hand. A middle-aged man, and behind this middle-aged man, a dark chain extends from his neck bone to mid-air, and at the end of the chain is a jellyfish that fluctuates like smoke and dust.

Like creatures.

Morris didn't say a word, just staring at the Annihilation Cultist who lived with the "Smoke Jellyfish", fully absorbed

Pay attention to every movement of the other party.

"Don't be so nervous, old man, I don't mind chatting with you, anyway, the final day has come, and I have a lot of time now," the middle-aged man laughed, his tone was unexpectedly calm, " I'm really curious why you weren't affected after witnessing the Lord's posture—you can see those visions, which means that your spiritual vision is indeed sufficient, but you...are you not crazy?"

"I'm sorry, my spirit has always been healthy, and I won't fall into confusion because of some deceptive illusions," Morris said calmly, while silently chanting the name of the God of Wisdom Rahmu in his heart, "You put Where did my companion take?"

"Don't worry about others, old man, you now..."

Just as the cultist was halfway through his words, Morris suddenly narrowed his eyes and raised his finger to the opposite side: "Lomonsov's inequality group!"

The huge amount of knowledge was compressed into words, and a huge amount of information was poured into the target's thinking process. The figure of the cultist shook instantly, as if he lowered his head in pain.

But at the moment when Morris was about to release the second thought bombardment, a strong sense of vigilance suddenly sounded in his heart, he suddenly closed his mouth, and at the same time tried his best to restrain his thoughts—— Almost at the same time, he saw the cultist suddenly raised his head, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

The thought bombardment recoiled, and Morris felt dizzy for a moment—fortunately, he responded in time, and the dizziness was not serious.

"It's a pity," the cultist spread his hands and looked mockingly at the shaking old scholar, "I don't seem to be too afraid of this..."

Boom!

Before the cultist finished speaking, the soot jellyfish floating behind him began to shrink violently. The next second, with the sudden expansion of the jellyfish, a huge black fireball appeared in front of the cultist—the fireball flew in the air. There was a whistling explosion in the middle, and the next second it slammed **** the position where Morris was standing!

Black smoke and dust filled the air, and even the surrounding dense fog trembled violently. The Annihilation Cultist looked at the smoke that had not yet dissipated, and shook his head regretfully: "So many 'shells, were wiped out by the impact of thinking, do you think I Will show up unprepared? Unfortunately, knowledge does not equal wisdom."

"Dang bang—click!"

The sudden sound of something falling to the ground interrupted the cultist's self-talk, his eyes widened in an instant, and he summoned the power of a strong wind with a spell to blow away the black smoke—— A broken prism appeared in front of his eyes.

On the broken surface of the prism, there is still a phantom of Morris.

"Prism? "Optical Deception"?!"

The believer reacted suddenly, and looked in a nearby direction in the next second. At almost the same time, Morris' figure had already appeared in the empty space that was originally empty.

The figure raised his right hand to him, and said in a slow and clear tone: "Mcaffeney conjecture and proof."

However, this time, the cultist who co-existed with the smoke and dust jellyfish didn't even shake his body. Without any disguise, he directly reached out and grabbed the chain floating behind his neck, and stared at it while absorbing the power of the deep demon. An old scholar not far away: "I'm sorry, I actually graduated from the Mathematics Department of Central University of Moco City..."

"Click".

The crisp sound of the gun moving suddenly came to the ears, and another figure of Morris appeared directly behind the cultist, and a revolver was directly pressed against the back of the latter's head.

"Boom!"

After a gunshot, the brain-opened corpse fell down, and the ghostly demon that lived with it roared and quickly dissipated.

"You didn't say you graduated from college earlier."

The old scholar blew on the muzzle of his gun and shook his head while putting away his pistol. Opposite him, the figure of another "Morris" disappeared like morning dew. Where the phantom disappeared, a small crystal prism It fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Morris looked at the piece with some pain

The cracked prism took a look, lowered its head and poked the cultist's body with his cane contemptuously.

"Waste two of my prisms—and your college degree."

While speaking, the surrounding fog suddenly began to flow again, and the scenery in the fog also changed rapidly. The outlines of buildings and lights that had disappeared once again appeared in Morris's field of vision. Immediately afterwards, he saw Fanna flying from the side. ran over.

"Are you all right?!" Fanna said nervously before running close to ~IndoMTL.com~, "You just disappeared suddenly...

"I thought you disappeared," Morris waved his hand, "It looks like it's just some kind of temporary illusion... wait a minute."

He suddenly remembered something, and at the same time as he spoke, Fan Na suddenly stopped a few meters away.

"Make sure it's true first." The two said in unison.

Then they looked at each other, and said in unison: "The Lost Homeland!"

"It seems to be true," Morris nodded after confirming that neither of them had any abnormalities. "It doesn't hurt to be cautious."

Fan Na immediately discovered the corpse of the cultist on the ground, and her eyes changed slightly: "Did you take care of this?"

"I met someone with a high degree of education," Morris nodded, "I had some academic exchanges. Fortunately, I have better ideas for solving problems."

Vanna: "...?"