Terra's Magnetic Field

Kelsey's words still frightened Xiao Er. He was eager to see the man's dignity. What kind of person would the ultimate magnetic field master be? What is the essence of this power? How would it be pushed to the next level? What would the ultimate level of power be?

While the waiter was recalling his previous experiences, they had reached the deepest part of the tunnel and stopped in front of an iron door with some rust on the corners.

The waiter frowned in confusion. He thought, "Is the original strong man imprisoned here? Why don't I feel anything? I can't even sense the slightest electric current..."

There were no barred windows on the iron gate like in the movies, and there was not even a small door underneath for delivering food. There was definitely no such thing as a jailer here.

The person imprisoned inside the iron gate was a person abandoned by this land. Even the faintest remaining light would not sneak into where she was.

One hundred and twenty-three years and six months... That guy spent all that time in this terrible darkness, in this absolute silence without any sound... No one communicated with her, and her voice could not reach anywhere, no matter her screams, cries, wails, roars, or curses... Everything...

What will that person become after going through all this? Will he become a complete madman? Or will he transcend everything and become an absolutely calm and rational sage?

And how did she solve the most basic survival problems as a living thing in the past hundred years? What did she eat to maintain her physiological functions? How did she wash herself? How did she go to the toilet?

I always feel like I'll see an incredible scene after I open the door...

"How do you confirm that she is still alive? Um... I mean..." Xiao Wai was a little incoherent. He didn't know how to describe this feeling.

"No need to confirm, she won't die," Kal'tsit replied lightly, which in her opinion was "possible".

There was no movement on her face, so the waiter couldn't tell what she was feeling at the moment.

"I advise you not to regard those with strong magnetic fields as human beings. When their magnetic field strength reaches a certain level, their physiological structure will be different from that of ordinary people. They can even survive without food or water and survive in space."

"Hmm?" Kal'tsit noticed the confusion in the waiter's eyes, so she asked, "You have never been to space, have you?"

"Go to space...?" The waiter's dull answer made Kal'tsit certain that her guess was correct.

"It means relying on one's own strength to break through the atmosphere and reach the uninhabited space. That is the domain of the strong, and the weak can only rely on special aviation suits to barely survive. But after becoming a giant, you can reach there directly, as long as you master the principle of flight."

"Hmm..." Xiao Er ended the conversation with a hum in confusion. Perhaps his mind had been bound by the gravity of the earth. He never realized that he could even fly after becoming a giant.

Kal'tsit took out a bunch of keys from the loose pocket of her white coat. The key she was holding was very simple in style, a common style used to open treasure chests in adventure novels, with some worn-out patterns engraved on the handle.

Kal'tsit picked up the bunch of keys, and the sound of the keys clacking against each other was particularly loud here. Her cold face was like a golden mask under the light of the torch, but only when she faced the person she was about to meet would she reveal a rare trace of warmth between her brows.

Could that be "love"? Besides Theresa on the ground, she also loves someone else underground?

Love imprisons people to each other, and they use love as a prison and trap themselves in their own cocoons.

She turned the key hard, and with a dull sound of mechanical mechanism turning, the seal of the iron door was released.

"Ordinary iron chains can't hold this strong creature, so I asked Iberian craftsmen to use their specialty [Seastone] as raw material to create shackles to bind her, and I also asked the descendants of the Witch King of Leitania and the Demon King of Sarkaz to perform a sealing spell together to barely seal her..."

"I know that they are always good at imprisoning others. Whether it is Leitania's black magic or Sarkaz's witchcraft, they all exist to seize the power of others."

The waiter signaled to Kal'tsit that there was no need to continue. He had heard enough, seen enough, and killed enough on this subject... He had once been famous in Columbia as the "Sorcerer Killer".

"Please be prepared. This seal is largely intended to prevent her from harming herself..."

When Kal'tsit mentioned "her", there was always a kind of gentle pain. It seemed that she had some special feelings for the guy sealed behind the iron door. That feeling transcended time and gender, and was far better than "friendship" and "love".

She pushed open the heavy iron door with difficulty. The material of this door was originally designed to be used for city walls, but was abandoned due to the weight brought by its exaggerated density.

"I'm back...", Kal'tsit said to herself.

There was an indescribable smell in the cell behind the iron gate, a mixture of the stench of decay and blood. This place might have been used as a cell for interrogating prisoners, so there were many difficult-to-wipe bloodstains on the cracks in the floor, which had turned black and formed a dirty pattern that was imprinted on the ground and the surrounding walls.

"Is this the smell of a corpse?" The waiter felt that the smell was somewhat familiar. He had smelled it before in the Lappland family's bunker, where prisoners from other families were held.

Due to the harsh environment, most prisoners died before the day of execution, and their ugly bodies would rot in prison, and on the day of execution, they would be hung on the city wall for public display. That day, the vultures, crows, or other carrion birds circling in the sky would fly down to eat their flesh and blood, nibbling at their naked shells after being stripped of their clothes, and completely tearing apart the remaining dignity of their bodies.

This is why few people in Sygurra dare to mess with the Lappland family. Those white wolves in the north are known for their ferocity and cruelty, and killing has long been engraved in their blood.

There was no lighting in the room, and there were still stands on the walls for candles. This outdated design made the waiter feel a little familiar, as he had seen it in the family castle.

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"Hmm... cough cough..." An indescribable sound came from deep within the cell, a corner where the light could not reach. The sound was so hoarse that it was difficult to tell whether it was made by a human or by the rubbing of an iron chain on the ground.

In the deep darkness before his eyes, the low hum seemed to come from the other side, reminding the waiter, who had been on the verge of death, of the cries of the wronged souls who failed to cross the River Styx and drowned below.

Despair, fear, curse...

This sound can easily arouse the darkest and most negative side of a person's heart, but the two people at the door did not react at all. They just continued to move forward slowly, and soon something came into their sight.

The feet were already bloody and exposed in the dim firelight. The toes had been worn flat, and one could even see the bones exposed by the torn flesh. Judging from the scratches on the ground, they must have been caused by the toes rubbing against the ground.

The bricks on the ground were covered with scratches and bloodstains...

What was disgusting was that the already blurred and rotten flesh was still wriggling, probably slowly regenerating. Once it recovered, its owner might start to use self-mutilation to maintain her consciousness and keep herself from stopping thinking. She repeated this cycle over and over for a hundred years...

The two continued to go deeper, and a pair of long female legs came into view. To be honest, if you remove the various weird scars on them, this pair of slender legs is still quite sexy, but in a place like this dungeon, no matter what appears, it will only make people feel horrified.

The waiter saw that next to the pair of thighs there was a dragon's tail pierced by seven or eight black tubes as thick as thumbs, nailing the dragon to the ground and unable to move.

The waiter extended the lantern further forward. The guy's limbs and even his torso were wrapped with delicate chains. The newness of the chains seemed out of place with the atmosphere here. There was not a single scratch left on them in more than a hundred years!

The faint fluorescence emitted by the runes on the chain was very obvious in the dim dungeon. With the help of the lantern light, the two saw the tattered clothes and exposed pale skin of the sealed guy.

There was no trace of blood on her skin and she was motionless. The only proof that she was still alive was her barely perceptible breathing.

"Is she still sane?"

The waiter saw that the wall behind the thing also had similar scratches as on the ground, and black blood was seeping into the cracks. There were a few small patches of relatively white skin on her arms, which should have been regenerated recently. Combined with the fact that the iron door had not been opened, that is to say:

"She has been eating her own flesh since she was locked up here..."

"Gululu~" the waiter swallowed and a chill covered his spine.

He approached the other person slowly. The imprisoned woman still did not respond. Apart from breathing, she showed no signs of life. However, this also gave the waiter a chance to observe her closely.

The woman was leaning against the wall, paralyzed, with her head drooping limply, like a puppet with its strings cut.

The crown-like horns on the woman's head had grown into a tangled shape because they had not been taken care of for too long, like a long-abandoned bush. Dry, pale hair drooped from her face, covering her forehead and half of her face. Her dark red eyes were half open, empty and lifeless. If placed in a Western-style house, she might be considered an abandoned doll.

Her facial features are as delicate as a doll's, but at this moment no one would have any desire for this thing.

The waiter half-knelt down and placed the lantern on the ground beside him, with a weak light shining on the ground. Kal'tsit also squatted down, she stretched out her hand to hold the woman's chin, forcing her to look up, and used her other hand to lift up her long hair.

The moment the woman saw Kal'tsit's face, her dull pupils actually shrank, and then tears of blood unconsciously flowed from her eye sockets, and the bloodstains extended to the corners of her mouth.

The woman pursed her cracked lips, trembling slightly, and exhaled indistinctly:

"Give... me... blood..."

Kal'tsit gently hugged the woman chained to the ground. The stains on Wan's body were smeared on her brand new white coat. She leaned close to Wan's ear and whispered in a gentle tone like a mother singing a lullaby:

"It's okay... It's okay now..."

The woman she was hugging suddenly opened her mouth, revealing her fangs on both sides. She bit Kal'tsit's exposed neck without any hesitation, greedily sucking the ancient blood of this Filin woman and turning it into nutrients...

That’s all for today.

Postscript: Bai Shounan once lived in a mental hospital for a year to train himself, and Wanbao's absolute loneliness in the past hundred years is definitely more desperate than Shounan's back then. From this, she realized the ultimate realm "Wanbao Dao"! Damn! Who else in the world can stop her?

Volume 126: Chapter Chapter No One Knows

Electric current propulsion, as the name suggests, uses the friction of cells throughout the body to generate high-voltage current. The principle behind this has been repeatedly appreciated countless times, so I will not elaborate on it here.

So who first mastered this power on this land? The time goes back to the autumn of 0081, when Wan Gang was struck by thunder. It seemed that God was punishing this lazy person, but in fact, it stimulated her potential "talent".

After being struck by thunder, Wan fell off a cliff and was swept away by the stream below. He was found by the Nine-Colored Deer who was living in seclusion in the mountains and forests at that time. He regained consciousness under the careful care of the Nine-Colored Deer. After waking up, Wan clearly felt that his body had undergone "abnormal changes" in some invisible places.

First, her ability to perceive electric current became stronger. She could detect the current fluctuations and magnetic field changes around her with her naked eyes. This was an ability originally possessed by some birds and marine creatures. Then, during a healing session, because Wan instinctively disliked others touching her body, the electric current shield generated by her skin shocked the Nine-Colored Deer out of the wooden house and into the bushes. Since then, the Nine-Colored Deer never applied medicine to her personally again, which made Wan regretful.

All the visions indicate that she has gained a power that no one else has ever heard of or possessed, and this power will be pushed to a higher level as her emotions fluctuate.

At the same time, this power also greatly enhanced Wan's ambition and hegemony.

Originally, she just wanted to occupy a piece of land and become the king of the mountain, but after possessing this extraordinary power, her goal has been set on the entire Yan Kingdom and even the whole world. She wants to be the emperor of all Terra!

Finally, after Wan had recuperated for a month, the Lateran Eastern Expeditionary Army set their sights on the woods where she and the Nine-Colored Deer were hiding. Based on the information captured by the unmanned reconnaissance aircraft, the Lateran army's detection radar analyzed that there was some kind of "high-energy reaction device" hidden in the woods.

At that time, the strategic staff of the Eastern Expedition Army suspected that the Yan State guerrillas had deployed some strategic weapons there, so a team of fully armed Lateran religious musketeers marched towards the woods with great momentum, followed by countless strategic bombers.

According to subsequent statistics, this army had the combat power to capture a large mobile city. Their weapons were equipped with the most advanced configurations at the time, and some equipment models have not been eliminated even after a thousand years.

So can this army pose a threat to Wan, who has just stepped into the realm of electric current? Can the technology and tactics at the peak of human civilization at that time bring her down with the power of electric current?

the answer is negative.

Just as there is an unbridgeable gap between bare hands and armed weapons, cold weapons cannot be compared with hot weapons. There are also certain "essential differences" between ordinary people and those with electric current propulsion abilities. The gap brought about by this is no less than that between slingshots and machine guns...

This army came at the right time for Wan, it could be said to be very timely. She was feeling her fighting power expanding all the time and was looking for a sandbag to experiment with her new abilities.

When the Eastern Expedition Army's detection radar showed that the dispatched troops were two kilometers away from the "high-energy reaction device", Wan launched an attack. With just a thought, an electric current surged out of her body and hit the clouds in the sky. The sky suddenly changed. The originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds and thunder was heard.

Before the Lateran soldiers understood what was happening, several bolts of lightning fell from the sky. The brutal and terrifying power of divine punishment actually split more than half of the soldiers in the army into charcoal and turned them into ashes... The powerful electric current also caused the unmanned bombers in the sky to malfunction one after another. These once invincible overlords of the sky now exploded one after another like a series of firecrackers.

The sky was covered in flames, and the earth was devastated... This was more terrifying and realistic for the surviving Lateran soldiers than any wrath of God recorded in any religious books. However, this unreasonable power was actually controlled by the few brutal people on this land.

Wan did not launch a second attack. This was enough for her. She already knew how powerful she was at the moment. She also needed those Laterans to be alive so that they could return to the army and spread their terror.

So when the rescue team arrived a day later, they found that those once brave and warlike religious musketeers had all become disabled people. They were paralyzed and dazed on the charred ground. Some of them were crying while holding the unrecognizable bodies of their comrades, while others just had dull eyes and used their mouths to repeatedly imitate the "crackling" sound of electricity.

Finally, the rescuers found the only sergeant with whom they could communicate normally. The experienced shooter only said one sentence in response to everyone's questions:

"The people of this land are in trouble..."

This was the first electric current push in Terra's history. It wasn't even a move, just an ordinary attack.

When Wan Bao launched this attack, the Nine-Colored Deer beside her was stunned. She had never thought that the weak woman she had fished out of the stream would turn out to be such a "devil", but now it was too late to regret...

Killing that group of "ants" made Wanbao feel unprecedented joy and excitement. Her lower body became wet unconsciously, which shows that for her, the pleasure brought by killing far exceeded the "climax" brought by sex and love.

In that indescribable extreme excitement, her heart beat faster and her body temperature rose. Then, flame-like patterns similar to dragon's tail appeared on her forehead and cheeks. She didn't realize what this strange pattern meant at that time.

This was the first time that the "war pattern" appeared on the face of a Terran warrior. According to the classic book "Zulong Dao" that was passed down in later generations, "When the war pattern appears on a person's body, it means that the strong person is about to become a god, and when the war pattern appears on a madman, it means the beginning of hell!!"

It seemed as if the strong could sense each other, or it could be God's will. In the subsequent battles, similar symptoms appeared one after another in the people around her and the enemies. Those guys who already had extremely high potential also awakened their "electric current push" and "battle pattern" one after another.

And in their constant battles, the pleasure of killing and the near-death experience constantly stimulated them to become stronger, pushing their strength to the next level...

"The magnetic field rotates!!"

The first person on this land to reach the "magnetic field rotation" realm was still Wan, which was mainly due to Kal'tsit's theoretical guidance. That lynx woman who seemed to be full of empty words did have something. Under her guidance and his own understanding, Wan was the first to break through to the magnetic field rotation.

After that, Mostima, who was fighting with Wan, was pierced in the abdomen by Wan's fist.

"The Lord's Revelation" has also reached the magnetic field realm and comprehended an ability called "cell recombination". By manipulating the power of the magnetic field to stimulate the recombination of one's own cells, the strong can even grow severed limbs and heal fatal injuries instantly.

In the winter of 0083, which was the last year of Lateran's Crusade to the East, the strength of Wan and Mostima had reached horses, which was the peak of Terra's strength at that time.

In the end, driven by their own ambitions and desires for hegemony, they fought a decisive battle on the highest peak of Yan Country. As for the final outcome, no one knows. The result of this battle is unknown to future generations. The only thing people know is that the highest peak that was once recorded no longer exists...

Because the contents recorded were too bizarre, Yan State historians only regarded "Zulong Dao" as a myth, because many parts of it were different from the actual historical records, such as the distribution of mountains, rivers, regions and astrological records. In "Zulong Dao", Terra only had one big moon, not as many rivers as in later generations, and no records of natural disasters on this land.

Perhaps the final battle between those powerful men split the original moon into two, shattered the mountains and rivers on the earth, and completely changed the terrain? Because the moon was destroyed, the magnetic field of the earth and the moon became disordered, causing frequent natural disasters and deteriorating environment...

There is no way to verify all of this. Perhaps for ordinary people on Terra, it seems easier to judge this as a myth than to believe that these horrific things really happened.

After the battle with Wan Jue, the damage Mostima suffered could not be repaired by the existing magnetic field at that time, so she led her army back to Lateran and tried to "repair" herself with the help of the equipment under the Lateran Cathedral. This massive battle that spanned most of Terra ended from then on and was unknown to later generations.

A thousand years passed after that...

In a cold underground cell in Rhode Island.

Wan, who absorbed Kal'tsit's blood, regained some of her strength. She spoke with more strength. Compared to the initial weakness, her tone was a little more arrogant. She smiled evilly and said to Kal'tsit who had untied the chains on her body:

"What? You finally remembered me? Is it because that devil up there can't satisfy you anymore?"

Kal'tsit was not angry at Wan's teasing. Her expression remained calm, and she asked in an emotionless tone, "Compared to this, how is your power breakthrough now? I don't want this hundred years of waiting to end in vain."

"After a hundred years of solitude, my character has reached an unprecedented level. I have gained greater patience and excellent wisdom," Wan seemed very proud. "I have exceeded 500,000 horses, which is enough to break the heavenly chain that Mostima put on me."

"Five hundred thousand horses? Mosti horses? Sky locks? What are those?" the waiter at the side wondered. Wan, who was leaning against the wall, seemed to be able to read his thoughts and looked at him with a meaningful smile.

"Boy, I feel a surge of power in your body. You have mastered the power of magnetic field, right?"

She went on to say, "I didn't expect that hundreds of years later, a new batch of magnetic field masters would be born. I thought that my old enemy's generation was the last. Since then, no one among my descendants has mastered the power of magnetic fields. Even the Tianshi Mansion that specializes in this aspect only has a group of complacent electric current ghosts... It's as if this land has taken back her gift.

During the hundred years that she was sealed, a lot of things happened in this land, some of which were beyond her imagination. It seemed that the era of strong magnetic field masters was coming again, and the Dharma Ending Age was about to end.

“A gift?” Kal’tsit frowned slightly. She didn’t seem to agree with Wan’s statement. “To me, it was more like a test. Don’t you know what you bastards have done? After you gained powerful powers, you have never done anything beneficial to this land. You have been engaged in endless fighting, causing countless irreversible consequences.”

"But so what? Survival of the fittest. Weaklings will be eliminated. When I was young, there were many strong men. But when everything calmed down, there were no such people anymore. No one can smash a moving city with one punch, and no one can step into the sky to appreciate the scenery of space. The weak ones curl up on the ground and live by licking each other's wounds."

Wan was intoxicated, and she began to recall the past, but her memory was quickly interrupted by Kal'tsit, who grabbed the chain connected to her seastone collar and pulled it back violently. Wan was pulled up like a dog. Kal'tsit pressed her forehead against hers and threatened in a fierce tone, "Remember this! Since I can restore your strength, I can also take it back! Don't think of doing anything out of line!"

"Okay, okay, my good cat~ Dudu~ You don't look good when you're angry~" Wan used a coaxing tone to tease her, and his manners and laughter revealed a kind of unrestrained and uninhibited nature that only a strong person could have. No matter how she was corrupted by power and money later, her heart was still pure at this time. Absolute freedom, not bound by the world, this was unique to this former Terra Overlord.

Just like the calligraphy words carved with finger force on the title page of Zulong Dao: