Bring some numerical shock to the summoning world

Shaking her head, Lan Ling said in a deep voice, "It's not caused by magic."

"That's spiritual power."

Zhou Li felt a bit of a headache. "How can I run into something like this while traveling?"

"It's troublesome."

Reaching out, the guitar smashed the car window. Looking at herself outside the window, Lan Ling said in a deep voice, "It has formed a kind of corridor."

The car started moving.

After entering this strange state, the magic train began to move. Obviously, this was not a good sign, as it proved that the person who created this situation had begun to act again.

"So... what is this for?"

Zhou Li narrowed his eyes and said, "A magic train with not many people on it is trapped in a loop-like manner. What is it doing?"

"Defection."

Lan Ling said bluntly: "A defection."

The Golden Kingdom's neighbor is the Frost and Snow Republic. This nation shares a long history with the Rising Sun Republic, having split and reunited on and off, now forming two completely opposing nations. Due to minor issues, both the Rising Sun and Frost Republics have experienced significant defections.

So, after realizing that this train was a perfect troop transport, Zhou Li realized that someone was indeed planning to defect.

"Someone wants to eat Bullet Purple Egg."

Zhou Li sighed.

"Wait a minute that's not right."

At this moment, Lan Ling suddenly realized something, her pupils constricted, and she said in fear:

"This car is going in the wrong direction!"

Chapter 84 Fun

Lan Ling is a person who remains calm even when faced with a catastrophe.

When not in combat, Lan Ling always looks indifferent, with a feeling of being heartbroken. It's like she has seen such extraordinary scenes as chickens, laxatives, and bathhouses, and most situations won't move her.

In combat, Lan Ling was like a chicken that had taken laxatives and gone crazy in the bathhouse. Her entire mental state was like, "Can everyone die with their entire family? I'm a little anxious." She was so crazy that she wished she could pull out her own bones and kill the other party with them.

Therefore, it was very difficult to make such a person suddenly look terrified. But if Lan Ling turned pale, it meant that the matter was not trivial.

"Ber, what's wrong?"

Zhou Li was a little confused, "What's wrong with this direction?"

Lan Ling grabbed Zhou Li's sleeve and shouted, "This isn't the direction to Lamy."

"what?"

Zhou Li was stunned for a moment, "Where is it heading to?"

Unlike some people who fight with spiritual power, Lan Ling is very sensitive to spiritual power. Almost the moment this train started, she realized where it was going.

"Sinai Ascent Hotel."

Lan Ling's face was very grim. "Where His Majesty the King is staying now."

"oh oh."

Zhou Li nodded, suddenly realizing, "Is today September 11th?"

"Why do you ask?"

Obviously Lan Ling couldn't follow this lame joke.

"Oh, this can happen."

Zhou Li felt a bit of a headache. He hadn't expected that after such a long journey, he would encounter something like the bullet train 911 incident right away. If this thing really killed Jin Dian III, his father would probably immediately suspect that it was Zhou Li himself who did it.

There was no way around it, because the first joke Zhou Li made when he returned from Earth was, "Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers all born with a special kind of blood?"

Oh, yes, at that time, Jin Dian III was there preparing to baptize Zhou Li.

Of course, the relationship between Jin Dian III and Zhou Li's family is very good, even beyond the etiquette between the monarch and his subjects, and has some touches of brotherhood.

Whether it was Jin Dian III or Zhou Yun, if the other made any stupid moves, they would immediately rush over to mock them, and then try their best to make amends. Therefore, Zhou Li actually had a good impression of Jin Dian III. Not to mention that he was the only one who gave him some trauma medicine during the six months he had voluntarily taken leave.

"It's time to get to work."

Zhou Li took out a medicine bottle from his small bag, which contained two capsules. He looked at Lan Ling and said, "Help me protect the magic."

Although she didn't understand, Lan Ling subconsciously guessed what Zhou Li wanted her to do. She simply hung the guitar on her chest and gently placed the metal pick on the strings.

"By the way, the piano Luna gave you was broken. How did you compensate her?"

Zhou Li asked curiously after swallowing the pill.

"Nine hours of private concert."

Zhou Li was in awe, and at the same time, the medicine took effect.

crackle.

Small bubbles began to appear on his skin, like a shaken cola, with more brown bubbles constantly emerging.

Lan Ling was a little surprised.

"Spiritual explosion?"

she asked.

"almost."

Zhou Li felt the sour sensation and said with gritted teeth, "It hurts a little bit."

A little pain?

Lan Ling was confused.

So were all the spiritual professionals who were killed by this phenomenon before level three disabled?

Spiritual explosions are a unique backlash experienced by psychic professionals. They occur when one overdraws spiritual energy or experiences spiritual energy rejection. Once an explosion occurs, all the spiritual energy in the body begins to frantically tear apart the host's body, attempting to escape. Therefore, spiritual explosions are known as the true spiritual killer and the root cause of death for many psychic professionals.

but.

"Hey, if I were a normal psychic professional, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to handle it."

Zhou Li pinched out the last bubble with melancholy, and sighed:

"It's a pity I'm not normal."

The spiritual power of up to 1 is purely the star rage of this body.

The fact that it had survived until now could only be attributed to Zhou Li's strong will. If Zhou Li had shown any signs of not wanting to be a Spirit Contract Master, this poor creature would have probably committed suicide.

After completely removing the restrictions of his spiritual power, Zhou Li raised his head again, looked at the car door in front of him, and asked Lan Ling beside him:

"Does the Grimoire have a recording function?"

"Have."

Lan Ling, who possesses "true father's love", took out her luxurious magic book and turned on the recording function.

Zhou Li, who possessed the "true hatred of his father", sneered, put away his jealous gaze, then reached out and grasped the door handle.

"as expected."

After breaking free from the spiritual power suppression, Zhou Li felt a familiar feeling when he grasped the door handle. He closed his eyes and said in a deep voice:

“It’s acceleration.”

"Word Spirit: Mobius Stone!"

At the front of the train, a man in eerie pale gold clothing stood with his arms crossed and legs apart, his body continuously eroding the entire magical train. It was as if countless Möbius circles were constantly intersecting in his vision, and his entire being had a lingering effect, as if his image was being delayed excessively.

Beside him stood a burly man wielding a massive hammer and a short girl. The three of them sat amidst the kingdom's most advanced magical technology, quietly gazing at the road stretching out before them.

"Will it succeed?"

The girl suddenly spoke and asked.

"We've been preparing for ten years. We won't fail."

The man said calmly.

"It won't fail."

The strong man repeated in a muffled voice.

The carriage fell into silence for a long time.

"Have you checked everything?"

The man continued to control the magic train. If anyone looked at the bottom of the train, they would find that countless Möbius strips were constantly entwined and rotating in the wheels. At the same time, the speed of the entire train began to gradually increase, with no intention of stopping.

"The people in the second, third, and fourth carriages have been implanted with dust."

The girl replied.

"Where are the fifth, sixth, and seventh carriages?"

The man frowned, as if he was not very satisfied with the answer, and asked.

"Not enough to worry about."

The girl said calmly, "Carriages five and six have third-class tickets. Any professional with any ability wouldn't buy such cheap and uncomfortable seats."

"Where's the seventh car?"

the man asked.

"The seventh carriage is the staff carriage. I checked ahead of time and saw there was only one cleaner and a temporary college student working part-time as a conductor."

The girl said, "It's unnecessary to waste spiritual energy."

"A cleaner and a part-time flight attendant?"

The man thought about it, nodded and said:

"That's really not a cause for concern."

"Not enough to worry about."