Chapter 640： Doomsday

"That is the concept put forward by Enrons, the Almighty."

The gray-colored inscription appeared on the hand of the gray-clothed man. His fingertips waved, and no books were flying out of the bookshelf.

"The book was borrowed by the black man seventeen years ago."

The gray-shirter glanced at the vacant position on the shelf, only to remember that a large part of the books he had collected was borrowed by the black man.

"What do the black guys want for those books?"

"He and the Blues have been investigating a mysterious religious belief."

The gray-shirter waved again and a book flew out of the bookshelf and fell into the hands of Qiao Xiu.

The text of this book is still an old and unknown text, and the gray-clother is very intimate with a note attached to the note below.

"What's outside the realm?"

Joe has read this line of notes.

"The above describes a religion that people believed in many years ago. I think it is the predecessor of the heretical trial court now," the gray-shirter said.

"...that." Qiao Xiu once again took out the drawings he had drawn. "I just want to figure out what the identity of the owner of this arm is, and what is her weakness... If she is a magical doll, Is there any switch that can turn it off?"

“This book mentions a magical machinery that locks in the mind and mind of the creature. Its fuel is the emotion of human beings, and the role is to fix a specific thought and emotion in the mind.”

During the time when the gray coater said this, an owl stopped on its shoulder and seemed to be whispering something to him.

"It sounds complicated, is this thing made by the predecessor of the heresy court?"

Qiao Xiu once again opened the book "The Objects of the World". The content recorded above is still a word that can't be read.

"This is the 'evil thing' that the religion wants to destroy, and the creator was sentenced to death." The grey-shirter said that the owl standing on his arm flew his wings and flew away. His eyes also looked. The tower of the Sage in the distance "The black man will be more detailed than I said. He will immediately describe this in the Sage Council. Are you interested?"

"I... can I go to the Sage Council?"

Qiao Xiu remembers that the parliament should be only a sage to enter.

"As a default inheritor apprentice to qualify for the audition." The gray-shirter glanced at Qiri, who was next to Joe Slim. "You are not my apprentice, but my mentor."

Qiao Xiu is a teacher of programming classes at Ruhrsk College. This old sage is the most intelligent disciple in Qiao Xiu's class.

"It seems that I can only listen."

Qiao Xiu has a feeling of playing RPg games. In order to achieve the goal, he must run back and forth between several NPCs. Occasionally, NPC will ask ‘you help me catch three chickens to tell you this news.’

But Qiao Xiu feels that this experience should be one of the fun of the game, as long as it is not too complicated.

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Qiao Xiu was the second time to come to the Sage Council, and the last time he saw the White House, he only saw the white man.

In addition to the blues and the purples, the other sages are present in the Sage Council today.

The black man is floating in front of an ancient book and a lot of drawings. It seems that he is explaining the results of his research to the sages for so many years.

"You guys continue."

Qiao Xiu noticed that the eyes of the other five sages all looked at themselves, and waved their hands to find a position in a remote corner.

What the red-shirters wanted to say, and finally gave up. As an old acquaintance of the five sages of Nolan, Joe Xiu was sitting here and they really had no objection.

"The so-called 'real world' in our eyes is the world we first saw, touched, and felt, so we think that the world is real, and in the 'real world' in the eyes of canine creatures, this color Things don't exist, because the world in the eyes of dogs is gray and white..." The black man began to describe a large piece of things that Qiao Xiu could not understand.

"Do you talk about the subject directly?"

The yellow-shirter seems to be impatient with Qiao Xiu. He followed the black man to support the high elves some time ago, but he was not mad at the high elves, but he got a more useful message, that is, he found himself. The chief apprentices are those 'game friends' on the magic net.

"What I want to explain is that the things outside the bounds are creatures that do not exist in our world."

The black man waved a huge manuscript paper in front of him. On the manuscript paper, there was a coil of carbonized pen. The following words were written in the world's common words.

"We can't recognize it, or we don't see it, or the ability to touch it."

"So? You want to say that this thing is already beside me?" The yellow-shirter interrupted the black man again.

The more I listen to it, the more I feel like the feeling in the "Krusul Myth". If it is really the kind of "weird" existence, there is really no way for Qiao Xiu to eliminate it.

"No, just because it can't enter our world!" The black man slaps his hands on the table and glances through all the sages in the field with serious eyes. "Human inhabitants, and other races of intelligent creatures." I don't know what kind of 'external thing' exists, so it does not exist in this world."

"The heresy of the Holy Land is trying to summon that guy."

The red-shirter suddenly said that his recent relationship with the state of the Holy Father is not good.

"The things that are out of bounds want to enter our world, there must be a large number of believers who believe that it is 'existence', its appearance, form and possession of power... This gives it the ability to invade the roots of the consciousness space, when the world When the tree fades, it will come to the real world!"

"Wait a minute! You just mentioned the space of consciousness?" At this moment, Qiao Xiu raised his hand and asked the black man.

"Yes... Qiao Xiu Yanuo Luode, you touched the sacred tree of our family, you should have the power to enter there. I also strayed into the space when I was young. There is a completely empty world, all the intelligent creatures. The emotions gather there, and when they come into it, they will be treated as food. We will have no ability to resist!” The black man once again warned people at the place with great voices.

"What should I do? Let's summon soldiers from all the countries in the world to go to Arthurcro to touch your world tree? Then line up one by one into the space of consciousness to fight the monster?" Said.

"No." Qiao Xiu heard the black man's description of the space of consciousness, and interrupted the sarcasm of the yellow-shirter. "I have been there recently. There is nothing there."