Chapter 1758：

At this time, an adventurer frowned and asked: "Matra Ketli, Iekotel, Quijavello, Zondriek... all are easy to solve, but how to solve the last emotional world?"

"Others are fixed monsters. But the emotional world is changeable. Except for the legendary first ninth-tier adventurer, the leader of the Emperor Raiders group, the "Zuan Horse Hunter", others The adventurers of, but they were all brought by the seniors. I originally wanted to let the guild seniors bring them, but I came across the monster siege..." Someone said worriedly.

"We can only rely on ourselves." Someone said.

"Leave a team first. However, the emotional world must be dragged in, otherwise it will interfere with the strategies of other worlds." Someone said.

Everyone nodded and agreed, and then began to discuss the matter of the team. Shirou didn't understand the rules and strategies, so he stayed aside and watched. In the end, they and two of them were assigned to the team that attacked the emotional world.

One of the two people is called ‘Sik’ and is a half-dragon, while the other is called ‘Sack’ and is a fairy. The social conditions of these two people are worse than that of Shiro. There is neither a guild nor a senior of the ninth class. They are truly adorable.

Five people looked at those adventurers eagerly and divided the four strategy teams.

Among them, a human named'Pollock' was elected as the head of the team. He solemnly patted Sick on the shoulder, and said in a very serious tone: "The fifth team, it's handed over to you! You are us." The hero in the world, the emotional world is left to you."

Sike was moved and wanted to take a knife and slash him, but seeing the crowd of other people, he could only nod and agree with tears on his face.

There is no doubt that Shirou and others have been rejected and treated as procrastinating waste.

This is of course, not to mention the reality, even if it is a game, the older generations are rooted together, and the new ones who don't understand anything have always been rejected by the older generations.

And this kind of unspoken rule is called poor player quality in the game, but in reality, it is called office culture.

"Let's go, take a look at Matlaketli!"

With a wave of his cloak, Pollock issued the horn of strategy.

Shi Lang saw the four teams and rushed towards the four murals in the south, east, north and west.

"They're going to hit the wall!" Mordred's eyes widened.

Afterwards, they saw that the four teams had directly entered the four murals!

Shi Lang understood that the four passages up, down, left, and right were fake, and the four murals were the real passages.

However, he did not distinguish this, and [evil] did not produce a feeling of erosion, which shows that the murals that seem to be passages are also a corner of this space-time domain.

And those murals record the story, although I can't understand it at all, but when I look at it, there is a wonderful feeling that I have read the story from beginning to end.

Even if you don't understand, you can't understand the content of the story, but there is no doubt that it is the perspective of the pillar of the gods through the hole in the future.

Shiro understood that the Pyramid of Resurrection—this space-time domain is not a two-dimensional space-time space similar to the endless loop of Mobius ring, but a four-dimensional space-time space that transcends three dimensions and can understand the fate of low dimensions, but nothing can be changed. Domain.

I am afraid that Mooncell has made a lot of effort to make this connection point.

Shi Lang sighed in his heart.

No.

Mooncell's material technology is beyond imagination, creating a four-dimensional space-time domain in a connection point, it must be a breeze.

"Let's start the strategy too." Sike said sadly.

They are abandoned sons, there is no doubt about that.

They are meat shields, there is no doubt about that.

However, there is no alternative.

No.

There was no way, only the two of them, and Shirou stayed voluntarily.

Emotional world... Those adventurers who resist and fear this map are obviously extremely difficult, so it is up to him to attack the map that they resist and fear.

Shi Lang's idea is very simple, the most dangerous and difficult map, just hand it over to him.

"Look at the top. We want to go in the mural above." Sike said, pointing to the mural above his head.

Shi Lang looked up and saw a simple and vague mural lying horizontally on top of their heads.

It's vague, I can't see anything, but Shirou has a wonderful sense of seeing everything.

Shiro understands that it is the feeling of looking at the low-dimensional from the four-dimensional space-time domain. He can see everything in the low-dimensional, but he is not a four-dimensional existence, and he cannot understand what he has seen, so it creates this kind of wonder. Sense.

"Altria, why are you crying?" Mordred asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Shi Lang was taken aback for a moment.

Mordred pointed to Shirou's cheek.

Shi Lang stretched out his hand and felt it was cold and shocked.

He was neither uncomfortable nor sorrowful, but tears came out of his eyes inexplicably.

Why is this?

Is it a strange reaction from the body? Or, at the moment when looking at the mural, tears flowed from knowing some sad story? However, he didn't know anything, he understood, because he couldn't recognize it.

Mordred stood on tiptoe, reached out and wiped the sparkle from Shilang's cheek, and said, "This face doesn't look good when we cry."

"What a good boy." Shi Lang's face was soft.

At this moment, Sike, who had flown in front of the mural, turned his head to look at Shirou and Mordred, and said with dissatisfaction: "What are you doing? The group has started!"

"Good."

Shiro nodded, took Mordred's reluctant hand, a little toe, and entered the world of murals with everyone.

Only feeling a strange sense of shuttle, like the feeling of entering the world of paper from reality, Shirou slowly opened his eyes, his face suddenly stunned.

The lonely stone room was gone. I saw high-rise buildings around, and the commercial building in the distance was playing a period-like advertisement. A cool breeze blew across his face. After he recovered, Shi Lang realized that he and others were standing in the high-rise building. The top.

With a sound of "Wow--", an airplane passed behind and swept steadily toward the airport.

"Where is this place?" Sack asked blankly.

"Romania?" Qihuang and Mordred blinked at the killing house.

"It should be... the emotional world." Sick said uncertainly. He had no seniors and guilds of the ninth class, so he didn't know the specific situation.

Shiro looked around, his gaze finally fell to the Tokyo Tower in the distance, his face was stunned: "This, isn't this Shinjuku?"

Chapter 98: Fujimaru Shiro

"Shinjuku?"

Everyone turned their heads to look at Shi Lang suspiciously.