My Summons Are Weird Chapter 625

The latest website: "There is no vitality in your body, and there is no meaning of the death of the dead. Even the life of the magic body has the flow and dissipation of magic power. I can't see any kind of description in your body, but You claim to be of the same kind as me?" Briquette asked in surprise, "You look a lot like a puppet, but, so..."

The three brains of the briquettes have entered the overload mode together, and Sierra can no longer find a suitable word to describe Nihil.

Nihil is like a puppet in terms of structure and behavior, but it has a spirituality and intelligence that do not conform to a puppet. But if it is not a puppet, then what is it?

"To be honest, I don't even know what I should be called."

Nihir stared at his arms, stared at his toes seriously, and then turned his body lightly. In the silent church, Nihir danced on the floor of the glass. The briquettes were the only spectators. The Highest are the silent veil.

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The perfect body coordination made her make many unimaginable movements one after another. She is so flexible and vivid. When Nihil moves, if there is no preconceived influence, ordinary people will never realize that she is almost a doll strange life.

There was no tune, no beat, this free-wheeling dance ended with a standard thank-you gesture, and then Nihil kept his movements for a long time, motionless.

In the silence, she raised her head and stared at the briquettes with slightly puzzled and pleading eyes.

"I heard that an excellent performance should be applauded."

The coal ball immediately waved its tentacles and gave dull applause, but from the bottom of their hearts, Sera and Lulu even felt that Nihil was better than many court dancers in Meera.

Nihil smiled again: "They always get applause from the audience in the puppet theater. I learned everything through their eyes."

"Eyes...wait a minute, I thought it was the function of the embedded magic circle, isn't it?" Sera asked hastily.

"Ser Carlo does have such a magic circle, but it is far from convenient. Those people are still working hard."

"In other words, the sense of voyeurism we felt at the beginning of Gagran came from you?"

"It's not just Gagran, along the way, the puppets who passed through the supreme hand are watching you for me. The word "watching" may not be accurate. I can't see the exact picture through my eyes, I can only use magic power The traces of fluctuations determine what you are doing."

Even the briquettes are numb to the scalp, assuming that the supreme puppeteer can make a large number of puppets, isn't Nihil's perception...

Want to say something, but can't say anything, facing Nihil until now, the thoughts of the coal ball are very confused.

Nihil suddenly reached out and grabbed one of the tentacles of the briquette, as if holding a friend's hand, and tugged gently, signaling to follow him.

Bypassing the Supreme Portrait, passing through a floor of broken glass, and pushing open the wooden door hidden behind them, the two-person high arch made of green plants came into view.

Nihil waved lightly to the flower beds on both sides, butterflies flew up from under the blooming flowers, and birds flapped their wings and flew to the branches, singing crisply.

Covered by the temple, the old castle made of gray marble hidden in the back is quite different from the white castles guarding the temple. It has the same craftsmanship as the temple, with a combination of shallow and high relief. The outer wall is not spotless and bright, but It is to let the vines grow wantonly and wrap them. Except for the side facing the temple, in other directions, only the plaster on the wall can be seen in the gaps between the vines.

The perspective effect is quite shocking. Under the backlight, the briquettes phantom into countless vines and drag the castle into the abyss, and those floats floating on the surface of the castle are faces that are crying.

Walking in hand in hand with Nihil, everything inside the castle is very classical, which is a statement of high emotional intelligence, because Lulu said that it is not easy to find so many antique furniture.

Based on the decorative styles of desks and hanging paintings, Serra's excellent historical knowledge led her to infer that this kind of furnishings was more popular in the region around the Mera continent about 600 years ago, and its origin should be that the commercial continent Kelai became more and more prosperous. The opening time of the Great Discovery Era.

The briquette who vaguely guessed that Nihir might have a connection with Vanessa did not see the information about the teacher in the hanging picture in the hall, but a man dressed like a bard, with a little youthful expression on his face. The unfading youth appeared in the hanging paintings that can be seen everywhere.

The briquettes are sure that this is not Sayer.

Unable to move the briquettes under the hanging paintings, Nihil turned around and looked up along the line of sight.

"Worst Sato, the person who wrote down the data for me, created the map, and finally outlined the original me into reality."

Sera and Lulu's eyes widened, and Lulu searched his powerful potion material library for the first time.

"Wild sand vine, isn't this a kind of medicine refining and smelting plant that can grow in various harsh environments?"

There was a smile on the corner of Nihil's mouth: "He abandoned his original name, just because a distinguished magician gave him a new name."

On the third floor of the castle, there is a large amount of knowledge that has long been abandoned by the times. In the middle of the library, the huge portrait of the elf that greets the eyes confirms the guess of the briquettes.

Vanessa, no, in Celcaro, she should be called the healer.

Before meeting Sayer, at the time when she was still traveling around the world, she not only left behind the enlightenment of puppetry when she came to Serkalo, but also made countless people look forward to this journey. At the same time, he changed the name of a frail young man.

Erotic sand vine, can adapt to all kinds of harsh environments, no matter the magic power is rich or the magic power is poor, no matter it is arid or wet, as long as it takes root, it can survive tenaciously. This name is Vanessa's prayer for his fate. .

In a separate room in the corner, on a desk surrounded by books, there is a booklet neatly placed, pens and slightly rough paper, the ink dripping on the surface of the paper makes everything here look like It was maintained not long after the owner had just left.

"Nihil, do you think you are a puppet?"

Seeing the puppet map outlined in the pamphlet, Coal Ball's eyes moved up a little bit, and fixed on Nihil, who had been projected into reality and was no longer lines and mirrors.

"When I first realized that I could move and perceive, I didn't have the concept of a puppet in my mind. In my eyes, I was no different from what you call living beings."

According to the words left by Shato after the map, it is not difficult to guess that his condition is very serious, and he has reached the point where he has to make a simple wheelchair to move. Then think of the name Vanessa once gave, and she seems to have failed to change the disease. Considering this fact, maybe there is no cure for Shato's disease, so even Vanessa can only pray for him that the illusory **** of fate will favor him.

Shato has designed a lot of dolls, whose concept and craftsmanship have the shadow of Vanessa. In addition to the basic settings, Sato will also attach a background story written by himself for each doll.

On the last page, he wrote…

"I want to play with you, I want to play games with you."

The line of small characters left by Er Sha Teng is very heavy, penetrating through the page, and it is clearly visible when the page is turned.

Loneliness travels through time and space and comes to the coal balls. They seem to be able to see a young man in front of the desk more than 600 years ago, enduring the pain and loneliness, and writing these words that can almost jump out of the paper in front of the creations he designed. .

Sierra turned the page and found that the first creation she designed had not been given a name, but had been left blank to refer to it. Nihil was right, since it was born, it had no name of its own.

"The same kind you mentioned, do you mean the pioneers?"

Lu Yu suddenly understood the meaning of the initial conversation between the two.

"Pioneer... how strange, I can vaguely understand what you mean." Nihir shook his head, "But, no."

"You and I are believed by countless people, and their longing, admiration, fear, and prayers are gathered here."

Fragments of the setting sun that spilled into the room through the gaps of countless vines fell on Nihir and the coal ball, leaving two stretched shadows on the wall.

After a long silence, Lu Yu said, "Can you feel it?"

Nihil put his hand on his heart: "The empty me can accommodate the gathered power... To be honest, this doesn't make me feel like I'm alive, it's more like a water-filled but cracked container."

"No matter how many times I try to heal..." Nihir clutched his heart hard, "it will be broken again, nothing can stay, only their lingering echoes... So, I can smell, you have the same the taste of."

"What exactly is alive...I can't hold any will, and I am a nothingness. Now you are imitating and learning like this?" Nihir shook his head, "I don't understand, I really don't understand."

Sera said softly in the chat room: "It's like a container realizes that it was originally just a carrier of some people's wishes, a tool to realize their wishes, and then starts to think about whether it is a container or a living being."

"But why did Ser Carlo's beliefs converge on you? The entire Celcaro believes in the Supreme Puppeteer."

Nihir raised his head and replied, "I am the supreme puppeteer."

"The supreme puppeteer chose me as the core of the puppet capital, iteratively evolved for me time and time again, piled up the craftsmanship infinitely to the limit of their knowledge, and then manipulated the puppet capital to satisfy every supreme, but... "

"I 'live'."

"They think they are manipulating me, but in fact, I control the capital of dolls, and even the consciousness they store in my body is also controlled by me."

What did Lu Yu understand: "They don't know?"

"From beginning to end, I don't know."

The fact that it is too dark and humorous makes the corners of Lu Yu's mouth twitch. The puppet masters of Ser Carlo have painstakingly arranged the overall situation of puppetry. The puppet city formed by the knowledge and experience of the strongest sixteen people is everywhere. The magic circle, almost able to escape the shackles of life, but was ultimately destroyed by mutual distrust.

The strength and puppet immortality achieved by the huge puppet capital need a practical basis to dominate the overall situation, but the sixteen supreme puppet masters cannot believe that none of the other fifteen people have greed in their hearts As a gangster, no one is willing to hand over this key node that can dominate everyone's consciousness and monopolize the results.

In the end, they chose a blank puppet without the consciousness of any one person, and gave it all authority and power.

Anyway, it's a doll.

Anyway, it has no consciousness.

The one they chose was Nihil, who miraculously appeared with a weak self-awareness when the magic tide came six hundred years ago.

Nihir, who was trapped in the body, stared blankly at the world. Nihir, who understood everything around him through limited perception, was always learning. The doll of the previous generation was selected and given a position that can help it get out of the body.

It has not been exposed as the core of the magic circle. Through technological innovations again and again, it understands more and more, and is gradually able to speak and communicate in a human way. Knowledge makes him powerful.

Finally, after a brawl among the Sixteen Supremes, it cut off their control of the Puppet City in their first attempt.

As it thought, Supreme, no one realized it, and the moment it regained control, they continued to argue as before it was closed.

That was ten years ago, and since that year, the city of dolls has been completely controlled by Nihir, and the supremes have realized their highest dream and become dolls.

At the same time, it also became a puppet in Nihir's hands.

It was from this year that the sentence pattern starting with "to the law of the high-speed rail" entered the field of vision of the secret meeting and has been gradually used to this day.

When asked why Nihir didn't use his own elements, Nihir was at a loss for a moment.

"I don't know what I have."

Just like the words written by the skeletal vine that gave him bones and skin, Nihil's simple answer was full of loneliness and confusion.

At the same time, since ten years ago, the trials that emphasize mutual killing have been gradually standardized by Nihir. Almost all the escape methods and rules seen by the briquettes in the trial were rewritten by Nihir, or it made the secret meeting Modified, although the corresponding technology has been born before that, but because the sixteen supreme puppeteers don't care, it has never been promoted and used.

Although it can't respond to the twisted sand vine, the game seems to be empty, its only real meaning of existence.

In every streamer trial, watching the trialer fight to the last moment with the rules it set, always makes its empty body feel an inexplicable sense of impulsiveness.

Nihil couldn't describe it very well, but he only knew that the feeling was very satisfying, like a container with nothing was instantly filled with a filling object, making him unable to resist wanting to have more.

"But I heard that you plan to extend the trial interval to seven years?"

Nihil stared at the small book full of rule amendments~www.mtlnovel.com~ The inner satisfaction emerged again, and he nodded intoxicated.

"Why?"

"Although I don't know what I am, I can hear and see the grief of the comrades and family members of those who died in battle." Nihir looked serious, "It's so strange, it's obviously just forced to perceive emotions, It was really hard for me to imitate what I learned.”

"Even if the rules are perfect and the skills are improving, the inevitable death every five years in the trial is still too much. If you can reduce those crying, wouldn't it be great?"

The three of Briquette were stunned, their sense of irony made them not know how to react.

The puppeteers who claim to be gods wantonly make fun of the testers, just like the villains who watch the ant nest and destroy them when they are in a bad mood.

But the puppet that can only imitate the living and strive to find itself is sad.

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