Magus Tech: Farewell

The dark sky enveloped the land, and the huge white bones were inserted obliquely into the depths of the soil, several kilometers long, like a ladder leading to the sky. It is hard to imagine what kind of creature died to leave such a magnificent scene corpse.

Around the white bones, there are densely packed skeletons, with faint fire burning in the eye sockets, walking staggeringly, without a clear direction, let alone a clear goal.

A huge black shadow rose from the distant horizon, somewhat resembling a bone dragon, but before it reached much height, it was stabbed by a flying bone spear and fell to the ground screaming.

Dust rose, and a white bone war horse appeared, riding a tall skeleton, the dark fire in the eye sockets almost spread to the outside. The skeleton holds a bone spear in each of its left and right hands, and there are six arms behind it, five of which hold the same spear in their hands. It is obvious that the bone spear just now was thrown by the empty hand.

The tall skeleton rode a bone horse and quickly approached the dying bone dragon. Several hands began to accumulate strength, ready to throw more bone spears to kill the bone dragon. It looked murderous, like the only **** in the world. .

The above picture was carefully drawn on a piece of white paper.

Blank paper was laid out on a table in a huge room. Anan, an eight-armed skeleton, was sitting in front of the table, each holding a paintbrush in each of the eight arms, and was dealing with some details.

For example, should the head of the skeleton in the painting be a bit bigger, should the ghost fire in the eye sockets be more turbulent, should the bone dragon be bigger to highlight the bravery of the skeleton...

"Shushasha..."

Anan, the eight-armed skeleton, kept drawing.

"Tack tap..."

Pandora strode over, glanced at the painting, and grabbed it.

Anan, the eight-armed skeleton, looked up at Pandora with puzzled eyes.

Pandora replied with a stern face: "There is no need to draw any more, give up, it is impossible. Why, you want to reproduce the death civilization of Nickmans? As a skeleton, you like a world full of bones. It’s understandable, but now you’re asking for everyone’s opinions in order to create a perfect new world, what kind of words do you put this in?”

The eight-armed skeleton waved its eight arms, protesting: Why is it outrageous, he thinks it's pretty good.

"Protesting is invalid, that's enough, let's think about it again." Pandora said, unceremoniously rolled the paper into a ball, and threw it in the corner.

On one side of the table, the old Lich, who was also painting, watched this scene, put away the paper calmly, replaced it with a new piece of paper and started drawing again.

On the other hand, Bibi, the magic pattern puppet, is immersed in her own world, not interested in anything outside.

"Shushasha..."

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

Pandora took it, looked at each one, and then frowned a little bit.

After reading more than a dozen of them, Pandora couldn't bear it anymore, and pointed to a black square on the paper that could not see anything at all and asked, "What is this?"

"Bread monster." Bibi said seriously.

"Huh?"

"Bread monster!" Bibi solemnly explained, "It's a monster covered in bread. It's not threatening at all, but it tastes great. We usually live in the wild, and we can grab it and eat it when we're hungry. You can eat it if you can't finish it. Let it go, in a few days it will grow back the part it ate, and then grab it and eat it. How about it?"

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

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

"Yes." Bibi enthusiastically introduced, "Look, this one is a sausage monster, this one is a milk monster, this one is a steak monster, this one is... bang, oops!"

Halfway through speaking, Bibi received a heavy blow on the head and couldn't help crying out in pain.

Covering her head, she looked at Pandora aggrievedly: "Why did you hit me?"

"What are you talking about!" Pandora said unhappily, "I'll stress it again, asking you and the rest of the people for their opinions is not to let you fantasize about anything, it must be reasonable, such as sausage monsters, milk monsters and so on. Take it out and let me review it. Use your brain to think about it, if it really comes true, with sausage monsters running all over the ground and milk monsters flowing in the river, what will the new world look like?"

"It looks normal." Bibi still insisted on her own opinion, and then received another heavy blow on the head.

"Boom, whoops!"

Bibi finally became honest.

In the distance, many people on the table are also honest.

On a piece of paper in front of Gero, words were written: I hope that in the new world, I can become the most powerful person.

After reading what happened to Bibi, he quietly erased the line, thought for a while and changed it to: Hope, in the new world, it will be better than it is now.

Then added: Well, by the way, in the new world, it is best not to have Nancy.

As soon as I finished writing, I felt a sharp gaze looking at him, and then a voice full of murderous intent sounded: "Why, you hate me so much? It's interesting, I don't usually see it, it's because you have no courage Are you still spineless, or not at all?"

"..." Gero didn't dare to speak, and watched his paper being snatched away by Nancy next to him, and then changed the "don't" in the middle of the last line into: um, yes, new In this world, it is better to have Nancy.

Return the paper.

Nancy patted Gero on the shoulder, with a smile on her face, full of murderous intent, and said: "Just wait, our business is not so simple. I am very restrained in bullying you in this world. New world, hehe, wait and see."

The muscles on Gero's face twitched, and he didn't dare to move, he didn't dare to move.

……

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

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

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

"What to write, uh... let me think about it..." Sherlock thought for a second, then replied, "Just write and keep it as it is."

"Huh?"

"After all, there is nothing to improve, isn't it?" Sherlock spread his hands, "At least I think our life is already happy enough, we don't need to add anything, just don't be too greedy."

"Okay, just keep it as it is."

……

In a small courtyard.

In the study, the female wizard Circe looked at a blank piece of paper on the desk, a little lost in thought. She thought a lot, but wrote nothing.

Next to it, on another small desk, Narid, the justice girl, writes very fast, "swishling" non-stop, sometimes with a silly smile on her face.

Catwoman girl Heidi glanced at Narid's paper curiously, hoping to get some reference, but the next moment, Narid, who noticed it, blocked it with her hand, and then issued a serious warning: "No Take a peek and write your own!"

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

……

In an attic.

"Click, click, click..."

The female apprentice, Jessica, tirelessly cut Popo Bovich's crazy green hair with large scissors.

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

"Teacher!" Jessica next to him exclaimed.

"Huh?" Popovich turned his head to look at Jessica, realized something after a few seconds, and quickly revised it to: I hope that all men in the new world will not have long hair. Well, baldness is fine.

Shortly after writing this word, there was a knock on the door of the attic.

"Bang bang bang!"

The voice is muffled and powerful.

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

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Popovich was puzzled, "We don't seem to know each other... ah!"

As a result, before the question was finished, he was pulled out by the other party, and then Popobovic's screams came from outside the door.

"Bang bang bang!"

……

In an underground hall.

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

The first one was Rommel, the head of the Truth Society in a golden robe, who wrote seriously on the paper: I hope for a new world without nuclear weapons.

The second one is the head of the Dead Sea, who is wearing a white robe, and seriously wrote on the paper: Hope for a new world, no traitors.

The third one is Gray Fog, the chief executive of the Society of Truth wearing a black robe, and seriously wrote on the paper: I hope for a new world without... um, no sky.

The fourth one is Hong Yue, the chief executive of the Truth Society in a gray robe, and wrote carefully on the paper: I hope the new world... respect the old people.

The fifth one was Foehn, the head of the Society of Truth wearing a red robe, and wrote seriously on the paper: I hope that the new world will give me more opportunities to play, after all, I am the strongest head, bar none!

Just as the five of them finished writing, a person suddenly walked in, threw a piece of paper onto the white bone table, and said without rejection: "Change everything you wrote, and replace it with the content on this piece of paper."

The five people froze for a moment and looked at the person who walked in. They saw a very old man with wrinkles on his face. He was the true God of the Truth Society—Gao Ge.

As for the content of the paper, it is simple: the truth will, well, have to stay as it is.

The five people looked at it, and their expressions became weird. Rommel first opened his mouth and looked at Gao Ge and said: "My god, actually... I kind of hope that there will be no truth society in the new world. After all... it's useless."

"Yes." Dead Sea nodded, "reconsideration."

"Reconsideration." Gray Mist said.

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

"I can write the same as you, true God." Foehn said somewhat differently.

Gao Ge raised his eyebrows, looked at Foehn with admiration, and said with a smile: "As expected, I read correctly, you are my most loyal subordinate."

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

"Condition, what condition?"

"That is, if it is really realized, I will be the true god, and you will be my subordinate. After all, I have served you for so long, you should give me something in return, right?"

"You!" Gao Ge's eyes widened, and he pointed at Foehn, "You are a rebel! You are just a dog, and you want to be the master! You... ah!"

Before Gao Ge could finish his sentence, he let out a scream. He was punched severely in the stomach by Foehn, and then he was pinched on the table by his neck.

"My god, for the sake of the past, I will give you another chance to reorganize the language..." Foehn said angrily.

Gao Ge blushed from holding back, and looked to Rommel and the others for help, but Rommel and the others quickly ran away, and Hongyue even put away the paper and pens on the table, so as not to break them. .

Gao Ge: "You...you..."

……

Outside the hall, there are more people writing their opinions.

Machu: I was wrong, New World, please take back my luck ability, and give it back to whomever it is.

Frank: I'm fine, I'm satisfied with my current life, as long as the new world doesn't take back my previous bad luck ability, and I can stay with that kid.

Blood Princess Jasmine: May the true blood of my royal family last forever, and may my kingdom of Sika last forever.

Sauron, God of War: May your majesty live forever, may our great Soma alliance last forever, and may all enemies of our country perish.

Brown Bear Emperor Peter: Actually...my life expectancy is about the same as that of normal people, and I am satisfied if I can die of old age.

Macbeth from the White Rock Tower: I hope the new world has delicious marmalade, and I hope the new world can meet her again.

Alexis, a profiteer from the White Stone Tower: I have nothing to ask for, but the peace of the ancestors, and the graves of the ancestors will not be dug.

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

Princess Ruth from the Black Sacred Mountain Kingdom: I hope that in the new world, I will have less money, less fiancé, and less shame.

Luxi from other planes: I hope that in the new world, I can have many good friends who can protect the forest with me.

From Ximu who is still working: That... the little girl named Luxi, can I go to your forest, I really have enough of working.

Gregory from the Forest: The forest is full, so don't come unless you can bring my abducted daughter along with you.

From Pandora who is reviewing many suggestions: I'm busy, don't bother me, or they will all be killed at your own risk.

Ximu: Well, it’s okay if I don’t go to the forest anymore, I suspect you are doing it on purpose.

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

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

Where there are people, there is conflict.

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

"She is beautiful."

"She is beautiful, and she is also my wife, so you are not allowed to think about it."

"Tch, at most he is your wife in this world. In the new world, it depends on whether she is willing or not."

"I don't care, you change it for me immediately, if you don't change it, I will write to the new world, your mother will be my daughter, and I will be your grandfather!"

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

"Then be your grandfather."

"Get out! I didn't agree, shut up!"

"Then you change it for me first!"

"No change!"

"Then I won't shut up, I want to be both your grandfather and your maternal grandfather."

"Then I'll kill you and give me a punch!" The man named Hans kicked another man in the face while talking, and the two quickly fought into a ball.

Similarly, there is ~IndoMTL.com~ a mountain in many places.

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

"Tack tap..."

With the sound of footsteps, Kerrett climbed up the mountain from behind Li Cha, stood beside Li Cha, and reminded Li Cha: "Hey, don't you care, because many people in your world are fighting because of asking for opinions. .”

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

"That's what I'm talking about. You can't kill people by beating like this. It's so boring."

Li Cha: "..."

Turning his head to look at Kerrett, he asked, "You seem to be idle? Has your new world been created?"

"How is it possible?" Kerrett laughed at himself, "It's been so long, and I haven't even built a framework yet. I now realize that creating a world is not as simple as I imagined. For a small detail, I have to think about it." It's been a long, long time. And, the more you pursue perfection, the more painful it will be. What about you, how far has your world creation progressed?"

"It's coming, it's coming." Li Cha stood up, squinting his eyes and looking into the distance, the smile on his face became thicker, he hardly smiled before, but now he is smiling more and more.

He laughed out loud: "Wait a little longer, and 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'm looking forward to it, looking forward to visiting you in your new world next time."

"Well, see you later.".

"Goodbye."

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