Reincarnated Bamboo Rat Starts Extreme Survival

Chapter 251 Suzi Chibi Fu

"Wow..."

"Waibi Waibi, Waibi Babu!"

The snow monsters danced and communicated with each other. After unifying their internal opinions, they returned to their workstations, and suddenly became radiant and energetic, and their working speed accelerated.

Those who were engaged in engineering scheduling around were stunned, thinking that the snow monsters had taken some wrong medicine.

But this small-scale gathering didn't last long, and these engineers naturally didn't plan to delve into it.

But Bell, who had completed an exercise next to him, felt something, cast a glance at the group of snow monsters, and then retracted it immediately.

In the process of shouting at each other, these bigfoot monsters with snow-white long hairs actually condensed strands of power together and passed it towards Bell. Bell felt that these forces were very familiar, and the unique energy characteristics made him He thought of the power of faith, but these things are not the power of faith.

This abnormal situation on the snow monster aroused Bell's curiosity, but Bell didn't plan to investigate immediately, anyway, the snow monster was working as a construction worker in Chishui City, and they wouldn't leave for a short time. They deal.

"The primary goal now is to complete my magic inscription."

Shaking his body, Bell's thoughts first sank into his body, then slowly expanded into the environment around his body, and finally went straight to the sky.

The tens of thousands of Ruicai that Bell had just made out immediately dimmed under the impact of Bell's mental power.

Spiritual power is invisible and qualityless, but the magic power fluctuated by the spiritual power exists objectively. The massive magic power at an altitude of 2000 meters above the ground was coerced by Bell, causing a short-lived turmoil in the square of Chiguang University. Sun rain.

The change of a lot of magic power has lifted the spirits of the mages around them. This is their professional field, and these guys are extremely sensitive to the perception of magic power.

"This kind of magic value, does Mayor Bell want to release powerful legendary magic?"

"I don't see it, the magic power runs according to a certain fixed trajectory, as if it is rehearsing something."

The mages discussed how these magic powers would develop and what specific functions they would have from their own perspectives.

But the only high-ranking bard present had a strange expression at this time. He felt that this kind of magic power fluctuation was very similar to the bard's inscription of magic power, but he didn't dare to speak out when there were so many big men present. conjecture.

As for the minstrel profession, the floor tiles belong to the legal profession. When mages are discussing, if he opens his mouth, he will have an indescribably strange feeling, as strange as an expert in the field of car maintenance going to the rocket research and development site.

Besides, the scale of the magic power that Bell is now inducing is extremely large, and it is too far from the scene where the magic power is inscribed in the bard's impression.

Which bard is not careful when engraving magic power, and carefully carves word by word for several rounds before he dares to engrave a character into his body. Good characters, let it continue to approach perfection.

This process is a bit like calligraphy writing, allowing each character to gradually transition from basic expressiveness to freehand brushwork, and finally the characters have broken away from the original frame and possessed the charm of an artistic conception.

The high-level bard was thinking about these professional high-end knowledge in his mind, but Bell's actions did not stop, and his whole body was already wrapped in a magic vortex of astonishing scale.

Within these magical vortexes there is a great deal of mental imagery expressing a series of unique scenes.

It was also at this time that all the magicians present turned their eyes to the senior bard who was meditating.

They have also discovered now that Bell's actions are not routine operations within the magician profession system, but rather like the magic inscription of the bard profession, so they want to hear what the only high-level bard present has.

When the mages aroused their thirst for knowledge, they were extremely crazy, and now they looked at the senior bard with fiery eyes.

"How does Mr. Oki think about these magical images?"

"Well... this is a part of the magic inscription in the bard professional system. It belongs to the preliminary work of the magic inscription. It is a bard with a deep foundation who makes his body enter a perfect state by practicing the magic words and images inscribed before. inscribed status."

The senior bard didn't shirk. He explained to the mages the operation of the high-level bard's inscribed magic power, and at the same time guided the mages present to use their spiritual power to perceive the image inscribed by Bell.

As their spiritual power touched the spiritual image in the magic vortex, a brand new scene appeared before the eyes of the mages present.

"You don't need to panic, this is the magical image engraved in Mayor Bell's body, and it will not have any adverse effects on you."

The senior bard named Damu explained that the initial chapter he inscribed with magic power was "Vini Town Minor", the tune is soothing and soft, and he often rehearses it for students to watch, so that they can feel the healing ditty. Gentle feeling.

But he knew that the magical imagery he had rehearsed was completely incomparable to the magical imagery that appeared in front of him now.

The magical scene that appeared in front of them was an ordinary green vegetable garden. The sun was rising, the dew was evaporating, and everything was growing. The vigorous and soft vitality made everyone present feel the vitality from the bottom of their hearts.

Oki even wanted to say with emotion, if the "Vini Town Minor" he inscribed could be of such a scale of vitality, "Vini Town Minor" could be used as a large-scale powerful healing technique instead of applying a weak healing effect in a range .

But after thinking about it, Damu found a way to comfort himself again. His "Vini Town Minor" is only about a hundred words, and the length is extremely short. the best choice.

And this kind of poetry with great vitality should be a large and gorgeous epic.

Damu shared his thoughts with the mages around him, and the mages nodded and said yes. After all, this statement and conjecture are very reasonable and logical.

But Bell, who was replaying the poem he inscribed, had just finished replaying the sentence he had inscribed at the beginning, "Sunflower in the green garden, morning dew waiting for the sun."In Yangchun Budeze, all things are radiant. 'No more, no less, exactly twenty characters.

He sensed other people's thoughts entering into the imagery of his rehearsal, but after Bell glanced at them, he left them alone.

This behavior of putting consciousness into the practice of Warcraft's own abilities is actually very similar to the early intelligent races gaining extraordinary power. At that time, there was no systematic mage path, and human beings, like many other races, had not yet risen.

At that time, there was no detailed list of professions such as magician, magic swordsman, bard, etc., only the purest melee powerhouses and spellcasting powerhouses.

The original spell-casting powerhouse, risking being shot to death by a powerful existence, gradually acquired the mysteries of magic, established a primitive spell system among weak races, and finally gradually expanded into the current brilliant spell occupation system .

The existence of these systems, after the end of the era of giant dragons and demons, led to the rapid rise of many originally weak intelligent races, such as tree elves, humans, murlocs, goblins...

Going through the actions recorded in the history books again gave the spellcasting professionals present a different kind of experience, and something called inspiration burst out crazily in their minds.

"The imagery here has begun to change. Hurry up and remember this feeling. I think the new spell I haven't been able to complete before has a clue!"

A mage alerted those around him, and then he cut off the connection with others and devoted himself to perceiving the image of Bell's evolution.

When this image turns from spring to autumn, and when the sunflower garden is flooded by the rushing river, everyone is involved in the waves going east to sea. Rigid, instantly graying temples.

"Am I going to die of old age here..."

The mages said similar words in unison, and then their consciousness fell silent under the power of the time cycle.

Fortunately, these powers of time are after all the remnants of time left behind by the passage of time, not the real power of time flow. Their stagnation of consciousness is also temporary, and within a few seconds the consciousness of the mages will tremble from aging to death The appearance is restored to the original.

But recovery does not mean the end, but the beginning of a new round of torture. When they woke up, Bell's encore just transitioned from "Long Song Xing" to "Bitter Days" written by Poet Ghost.

The scene changed. At this moment, the group of people who probed their perception into the image became extremely small. They saw a vague figure in a trance.

No one present could tell what this vague shape meant, but they were soon shocked.

A guy who looks like a fairy and a ghost, raises a glass to invite time to drink the fine nectar and jade dew, kills dragons and eats meat, stops the rotation of the time axis, and makes the living in one world last forever.

When these images that completely subverted their cognition appeared in front of the mages, they were shocked beyond measure, especially after the voice of the fairy and ghost recited an extremely evil poem, their consciousness body withered again, There is only room for the chanted sentence in my mind:

"I don't know that the blue sky is high and the yellow earth is thick. I only see that the sun is cold and the moon is warm, so I can fry people's life."

This sentence resounded back and forth, making it difficult for mages to regain their self-awareness. If this continues, there is a high probability that they will be trapped in this poem and will not be able to wake up for the rest of their lives.

Omu, the bard, said before that there is no danger in entering the images rehearsed by others. After all, this is just an external manifestation of spiritual will, and logically speaking, it is not a big deal.

But Damu would never have imagined that a civilization with a long cultural context would evolve the art of poetry and songs to such a terrifying extent that the talent of poetic ghosts could be famous in history and its position could be firmly ranked among Li Du. The next level was squeezed up by strength.

"Woo... It really gives me a headache..."

After rehearsing the two poems he had recorded, Bell had a moment of respite.

But fortunately, the text image that Bell is about to burn can bring back this group of brain-dead guys, so it is not a big problem.

The massive magic power guided by Bell slowly condensed into characters under his operation. With the carving of Bell's will, brand-new poetic images were continuously condensed into shape, and burned into Bell's blood one by one.

The injection of a large amount of foreign magic power broadened Bell's upper limit of magic power and fed it back to his body.

The magic power changes the most subtle parts of Bell's body, and exerts influence from the most subtle parts to the outside, from cells to blood, from bones to internal organs, no matter the skin or muscles, are all strengthened in all directions.

The tiny changes in the power of each cell become extremely powerful the moment they are stacked together.

With the progress of the magic inscription, a brand new image appeared in the consciousness of these mages who were overwhelmed by the poet ghost, gradually bringing them out of the state of stagnant thinking.

When they woke up, the group of guys found themselves on a slowly flowing river.

A small boat was slowly drifting in the river, two people in the boat sat and drank together, and one played the flute, the voice was sad and sad, which made people feel unbearably sad.

The other person in the boat was sitting because of the sad music, and asked why the flute player played such sad music.

The mages who watched the two people in the boat from above the river listened to their conversation. Although they could not understand the language the people in the boat were speaking, they could feel the meaning contained in the words.Especially when the guy with the blowjob said:
"Send mayflies to the heaven and earth, like a drop in the vast ocean. I mourn for the moment of my life, envious of the infinity of the Yangtze River. Travel with flying immortals, embrace the bright moon and die forever. Knowing what is impossible is suddenly obtained, and the legacy is resounding in the sad wind."

In an instant, things changed and the stars moved, and the strong sense of time rotation shrouded them, the onlookers, once again. The river was still in front of them, and the two people on the small boat were still the same, but the starry sky changed drastically, and the wind was strong.

The minds of the mages tightened. These image changes evoked their fear of the passage of time. After the baptism of "Long Song Xing" and "Bitter Days", their fear has reached its peak.

They even want to escape, to get away from this ever-changing image.

But this weird image seemed to swallow them completely, they couldn't break free at all, even Damu, who was most familiar with the bard's professional system, had no resistance at all.

"Are we really going to die here?"

After murmuring, Damu closed his eyes, and the mages were also desperate. The fear of time had knocked them down.

But at this moment, the other person on the boat who had been listening to the flute player's story moved, and he smiled heartily, directly causing all the images outside the boat to suddenly shatter.

(End of this chapter)