Chapter 716

Lu Zhengkang: I thought I was on the 13th floor, and then I went back to the first floor in magic. In fact, I was on the 15th floor.

All of a sudden, things became interesting. Lu Zhengkang stroked his face. To be exact, he was stroking the priest's face.

This piece of leather is like a mask that fits on his cheek. The edge is full of tiny flagella, and it's still rocking gently. Lu Zhengkang is not familiar with this technology, but he can see the purpose of this face: camouflage. It is not only the camouflage of the face, but also the camouflage of the whole body, and even other more complex information, such as words, deeds, speech, thought fluctuations, soul traits, causal links.

This face is a mysterious object, a meme, a stem and a business card.

Let all people who see this face believe that the person wearing this face is the person whose face refers to the identity.

It's an object that can change other people's identification with users.

One's self-knowledge is shaped by one's self summary, while others' views on one are based on their own summary of one's image.

The view of a person is changeable, but the impression of a person's social identity is relatively fixed. If you meet an old classmate you haven't seen for many years, even if you can't believe each other's changes, you can easily identify each other as an old classmate.

This mask of pastor is to endow Lu Zhengkang with the status of pastor, but this thing is not controllable. No matter who sees him, he will believe that he has become the pastor himself, including Lu Zhengkang.

That is, when Lu Zhengkang saw this face in the mirror again, he lost his memory unconsciously.

This kind of lost process is not intense, Lu Zhengkang recognized himself as a player, as well as a role in the game, and did not feel wrong.

His understanding of the player Lu Zhengkang has a deep foundation. His memory has not been erased and tampered with, but has been suppressed. His understanding of the priest has no support from the past. However, this impression is extremely deep. Besides no memory, the behavior pattern of the priest has been completely transplanted.

Lu Zhengkang walked through the corridor briskly and naturally, just like he passed here many years ago. He was not familiar with his surroundings and had no relevant memory, but he was very clear about where he was going.

To get to the top of the tower, he needs to go through the outer part of the 15th floor to a special main magic ladder well. The priest didn't tell him what was on the top of the tower, but when he became a priest, he expected to go to the top of the tower, where there was something he needed.

The communication crystal lights up in ice blue, and the priest's voice says, "stranger, you should go to the fourteenth floor. Have you lost your way? "

Lu Zhengkang didn't answer. There will be other corpses on the road trying to attack him. After the 15th floor, the corpses will not only appear as apprentices and violent experimenters, but also real mages: or legendary casters.

They keep more living features, and there are almost no signs of decay on their appearance. Compared with the shelter residents, they are only slightly older, reflected in the dry skin and hair.

And they retain a considerable amount of intelligence.

"Freeman, what are you doing here?" Ulytan, the director of mind cracking department, stood in his theater and said hello to Lu Zhengkang, holding a crystal wine cup full of dust and cobweb.

His answer was a white sword Qi, which tore the shield of ulytan. At the moment of hitting him, the legendary caster left without trace.

Lu Zhengkang's air engine senses the disturbance of the space-time structure, just like the wake left by a bird. The space-time structure will also leave some traces of distortion after transmission. With a flick of the flying sword, it will follow the turbulence of the space-time and send it out, stabbing into the body of ulitan.

After all, a living corpse is only a living corpse. Most of the legendary mage's abilities have disappeared. Eating this is a sword of death. Ulytan can only cover his waist and abdomen with a big wound and mutter to himself, "I'm just saying hello..." The white light drowned him, and his soul rose into the sky.

This wonderful experience continues to happen. Lu Zhengkang goes all the way to the central area of the 15th floor, which is only two stories away from the top of the tower. It is in a huge half plane, so that this floor itself is similar to a highly integrated urban building, with a three-dimensional structure similar to a beehive and a magic simulated star sky at the top.

Lu Zhengkang came out from the top floor of a building and could finally overlook the city on the 15th floor.

Tallinn is a dangerous and malicious area. For example, it is not suitable to explore on the fourteenth floor of the turquoise tower. The number of legendary casters is too concentrated and the possibility of sudden death is too high.

Lu Zhengkang, wearing a priest's mask, could not arouse the vigilance of these high-level living corpses. No matter how he came to the 15th floor, the rest of the salt people would encounter a difficult process of map pushing.

The simple living corpse has only one life, and the salt people with faith can be resurrected continuously.

However, Lu Zhengkang has only one life.

He looked at the high-rise buildings in the city. Due to the collapse and instability of the hemiplane itself, a considerable part of the buildings here were destroyed.Unexpectedly, Lu Zhengkang's design style here can be said to be very Bauhaus. There is an extreme pursuit of simple design in the industrial age, which forms a strong contrast with the interior luxury decoration. The shape of the city is a collection structure made up of six prisms. From a high altitude, we can see that the city planning is a honeycomb like structure, such as residential area, trade building, research department, park, water area, mountain area, experimental material Park, dangerous experimental area and so on.

The buildings are connected by flyovers and roads on the ground. Basically, there are super huge transmission arrays at the top of each building. Lu Zhengkang estimated that it is not a problem to park a small material class space warship on average. After conversion, it is the appearance of an aircraft carrier.

As a priest, he is very familiar with these teleportation arrays. He jumps from the teleportation gate of the mind cracking Department building to the central magic ladder well, and then to the top of the tower.

Here, in a deep sky, stands a twin tree, stars all over the sky, waves of tide.

Lu Zhengkang is holding his arm to watch the work in front of him.

"Freeman, my secretary, here you are." A three meter high vertical pupil is slowly opened in the deep air. Its sclera is gray and full of purple, cobweb like blood. The iris is a pile of dark green vesicles. As for the pupil, there is a dark blue moon in the pupil.

This is the one who sits on the top of the turquoise tower. He was once a powerful caster. Now he has only one two-dimensional eye.

"I want to go to the base." Lu Zhengkang, or so Freeman said.

The voice of the priest came from the communication crystal at his waist: "I'm causing you trouble, my Lord. This is an outsider."

The vertical pupil is like a piece of silk in the black world. It floats gently and brings out the wake like water waves. "I see. Did you give him aiou mask?"

"It was an accident," the minister said helplessly