MTL - Release that Witch-Chapter 1438 Not one person

Gray Fort, no winter city.

The Master of Diffuse Star is working as usual, and the colleagues calculate the design draft from the Ministry of Industry.

It's a work that seems to never end, but it's surprisingly full – unlike observational astrology, every result they measure will determine the direction of the design and eventually become a visible outcome. . Although he often relives the stars with new astronomical telescopes when he is idle, the focus of the past two years has been more and more placed in the arithmetic yard.

The more he counts, the more he feels about the phrase "describe everything with numbers". Astrologers don't know much about manufacturing, but if the curves or lines depicted by those numbers look very harmonious, the relevant design results can be finalized. There seems to be some strange connection between the two. Sometimes he even can't tell whether the creation determines the number or whether the number determines the creation.

If you master a certain degree, will you not need physical objects, and through a series of numbers and expressions, you can determine the characteristics of an unknown thing?

It is this wonderful association that will give him new expectations every day.

"The calculation result of the twenty-sixth item is 3,475, which is beyond the limit." The assistant carefully pressed the report on the mechanical calculator and reported it.

This stuff is rare, handmade by Anna's Highness, no more than ten in the winter, basically allocated to the Executive Office and the Arithmetic Institute.

The master of the diffuse star nodded, and when the pen was ready to record it on the book, the light on the top of his head suddenly flashed. The light bulb sizzled and it seemed that something went wrong.

Everyone could not help but stop the work at hand, waiting for the lighting to return to normal.

"Dangdang!"

There was a crisp sound coming from the next room, as if something had fallen to the ground.

The bachelor frowned. He knew that there was an important instrument of the ancient witch in the room. He had to pay more attention to the apprentices. How could he be so careless?

But what he didn't expect was that the perpetrator quickly rushed out of the room and ran to him with a panic. "Big, big, big man! The skeleton is floating!"

"What?" The diffuse star bachelor took a look and quickly went to the door of the house, then widened his eyes in surprise.

I saw that the originally closed skeleton was completely scattered, and it seemed to be changing its own form, and its central part blossomed with dazzling brilliance, as if it had awakened from a deep sleep!

How can this be! ?

Only a very small number of people in the arithmetic center know the existence of the carrier - except for the ancient witches who are in the form of sarcoma, no one can use these magical things. They dug a dark passage under the arithmetic yard to house the central carrier, which is why it was stored in the arithmetic school.

The light did not last long. After only ten interest, the skeleton returned to a closed state and slowly landed.

"Adult, I just wiped the dust off with a wet rag, absolutely nothing else!" The lost apprentice explained in a panic.

"There is nothing wrong with you here, go out." The scholar of the diffuse star said a calm expression.

When the door was closed, he took out a special key from his close-fitting pocket.

That is the only way to go underground.

There is more than one ancient witch in the form of sarcoma, but this difference under the ground - I heard that she has no consciousness, only the ability to answer questions, so it must be locked with a chain to prevent accidents. The bachelor is no stranger to her. She has made great contributions in the past to check the calculation results, but he has not forgotten the warning of the Pasha adults. Once the other person gets out of trouble, the power of the carrier can easily tear up any close people.

He must make sure that the accident was not caused by the other party.

What shocked the star, however, was that the central carrier did not leave where it was, but the whole softness, the tentacles twisted and twisted together, and there was no sign of activity.

Finished... how could this be...

The diffuse star knows that the problem is far beyond what he can solve.

He jerked around and ran towards the ground, shouting in his mouth. "Come, come to the castle to inform the book!"

......

The radiance of the clusters quickly dissipated, and the ash glowed in less than a few seconds and then went out, like a short-lived fire.

Failed...?

Celine looked at the net and didn't say it. For a moment, she clearly connected the magic core, but why didn't the light last?

Originally she intended to use the balance mode to connect the two ends, and then Eleanor to analyze the four core instruments, but now hope seems to have become a bubble.

Even if she wants to try again, she can hardly concentrate on her spirit - the erosion of the mask has gradually affected her mind.

"Without the support of the **** stone, the net will not last long... It will eventually need magic to run, or do you think that I am allowed to leave those magic cores out?" Nasopelle shrugged. "Although I can't understand, but will." Jia, your soul and knowledge, I have accepted it."

"I can't allow it."

Suddenly, a voice that does not belong to both of them suddenly appears in this space of consciousness.

Catherine stunned, and the voice seemed to be acquainted with each other. Unfamiliarity was mixed with incomprehensible familiarity.

She turned her head back and saw a woman standing quietly behind Nasor Peel. Her long hair almost hangs down her ankles, her eyebrows are as delicate as a picture, and the gray eyes of the pair of sly eyes are with a glimpse of it. The lazy intention of going, also made her stand in stark contrast with the other two seats.

"Eleanor...Adult!"

Celine blurted out.

She can hardly believe her eyes! After more than four hundred years, she once again saw the head of the federation.

"You are Celine? I remember your voice. And this guy should no doubt be a high-level devil..." Eleanor glanced around the circle. "Where is this? Is it in the new soul container?" ?"

"I will tell you everything later, but now I have no time to explain it!" Celine eagerly said, "Please help me restart those magic cores and drive out the devil! It's too late to be late!"

"Ha ha... hahahaha..." The mask smiled. "When I did something, it turned out to be a gift. Is this female very strong? Unfortunately, I am not an entity, and the fighting ability is here. It doesn't do anything. It's ridiculous to analyze the four cores, in terms of computing power --"

Halfway through, Nasopelle’s smile suddenly stiffened on his face.

It clearly shows that the starry sky above the head is changing. First, a few sudden light clusters emerged. Then the assimilated area expands rapidly, just like the water flowing backwards against the waterfall, which suppresses the rotation of the star. And forcing it to start a reverse rotation - under the stagger of the two forces, the four cores re-emerged with dazzling light!

The God of God who regained the power entered a sharp deceleration state, and the diffused red mist began to shrink inward. The surface of the already foggy fog lake became like a crystal, and the first army soldiers in the promotion square were even more It is difficult to move all over the ground.

"Who are you!" Nasopelle said in a sigh. "How can you understand the structure of the magical cyclone so quickly?"

"A person can't do it." Eleanor reached out to the top of her head as if she was touching the magnificent magical picture. "But I am not alone..."

There was a loud bang, and the light around it disappeared. The net and other nodes disappeared without a trace. In the darkness, only the **** of gods was left, and it was still blinking.

Celine realized that their control center was disconnected from the "net."

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