Another World's Palm Spider

Chapter 38 Identity

There was silence throughout the laboratory.

Ai Ze blinked, then suddenly squinted his eyes and revealed a smile, and his tone was extremely normal, crackling and denying: "What family members of the god of the underworld—I only know about Byron, the family member of the God of Light?"

A certain bastard smiled naturally, but it was only on the surface, and his heart exploded: fall!This is crazy!How come anyone who comes here casually can blow him up?What's the matter!

no!calm down!This situation must be calm!

Seeing that he didn't admit it, Xi Ruier didn't ask any further, and casually pointed at the garbage dump with a look of nothing to do: "Dispose of it with magic."

Ai Ze took a while to realize that the other party asked him to use magic to clean up the garbage, he was stunned for a moment: "...how to do it?"

Cyril raised an eyebrow.

Ai Ze thought that his expression meant that he was planning to insult him again, but the dark elementalist who was leaning on the edge of the experiment table just raised his left hand again, and the four fingertips protruding from the sleeve of the wide black robe seemed Pale and slender.

"Close your eyes and use this to perceive the dark elements around you." Cyril raised his right hand and tapped lightly on the side of his own head, speaking in an unbelievably gentle tone, as serious as a real teacher teaching students : "They exist in all shadows, all you have to do is find them, and then gather these lovely little things to your side."

While Cyril was talking, Aize saw a very small black spot appear in the air above the tip of Cyril's outstretched finger.Aize realized that this is the dark element that Cyril said.

It was a scene that was difficult to describe in words—the way the dark elements appeared out of thin air seemed to be stripped from the air, and the dark elements that had no form at all began to gather in an instant on the one on Cyril's fingertips. In the black spot, it slowly grew, and finally condensed into a black ball the size of a ping pong ball.

Cyril stopped gathering dark elements, waved her slender fingertips casually like playing a piano, and saw the black ball floating and flying over along an irregular trajectory, and hit Ai in the next second. Ze's forehead, and then it was like a bubble bursting, scattered into dots of black shimmer, and finally disappeared into the air.

so amazing!

It was the first time Aize came to this world to receive such a teaching. He immediately put aside his doubts about Cyril's previous behaviors, stretched out his hand and closed his eyes, and began to try to gather dark elements in the way that Cyril said.

I don't know if it's because Aize's strength has recovered, or because the golden fingers he possessed after crossing helped him. Aize focused on the surrounding environment without vision, and it was really like what Cyril said. As he said, he sensed the scattered, formless dark elements that existed around him.

It was a wonderful feeling.

As naturally as holding things with hands and walking with feet, Ai Ze only thought about it, and immediately "saw" the dark elements around him frantically gathering towards him——

Then it was interrupted by Cyril's suddenly extended fingers.

Ai Ze opened his eyes and looked up with a somewhat dazed look.

"Take control." Cyril frowned slightly, but he didn't look angry: "The enchantment here is only protection, not isolation, and excessive dark elements will be noticed in a short period of time."

By whom?Church?Or the Magic Guild?

Although he was a little curious about this, Ai Ze didn't get to the bottom of it. He didn't want to mess with Cyril about these insignificant things before the new skill get.

"Oh." Ai Ze responded, he touched his nose, spread his hands again, and carefully followed the feeling just now to gather the dark elements again.This time, with the previous experience as a foreshadowing, without closing his eyes, a black ball of about the same size quickly condensed on the top of Aize's palm just like what Cyril did just now.

This time he carefully controlled the speed of condensing the dark elements. The process of forming the dark element ball was basically similar to what Cyril had done before.

Cyril nodded in satisfaction, and continued to teach: "When there is aggregation, there is decomposition, and the decomposition point breaks through the critical value, and the space will be torn apart." He suddenly bent down and stretched out his hand, and the slightly hot palm directly rested on Aize's. Under the hand, in the next second, I saw the dark element ball the size of a ping-pong ball being compressed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The dark elements that were forced to squeeze together seemed to be a miniature version of a lightning storm, and from time to time, they rushed slightly. blue line light.

When the dark elemental ball was compressed to a certain extent, Ai Ze felt a sense of familiarity—the position of the black ball seemed to have opened a hole from inside, and the dark elemental ball was sucked into that hole instantly!

Ai Ze's eyes widened in surprise, this is space distortion!The black unknown object that got into his body in his lair more than half a month ago fell out of such a gap in space!

At the same time, he also clearly felt what Xi Ruier did.

Indeed, as he taught, he used his mental power to oppress the spherical dark elements, so that their space for activity continued to shrink. For example, the dark elements that were originally able to get along with each other began to rub against each other because of the shrinking space of existence, and eventually Because this kind of friction becomes more and more intense, it leads to the instability of the space, thus tearing out the space gap.

The space rift that Cyril guided him to tear was not that big - it was only the size of a little fingernail and almost as thin as a line.

However, the rules between different spaces will not change because of the size of the crack. After the dark element ball is sucked in, the garbage dump that Aize just swept up and piled up on the side also begins to be sucked into this space. Among the cracks.

"The rules of the world are self-healing. Essentially, such space rifts are not allowed to exist. If there are no special balance rules for it, space rifts like this will soon be repaired by the world's rules. You see, it has already begun."

While listening to Cyril's words, Aize watched as the space gap they had just torn apart for a few seconds gradually shortened and finally disappeared into the air.

The non-existent garbage piles are evidence of the dimensional rift that once existed-all the garbage has been completely sucked to other dimensions.

very good, very powerful!

But why the representation of decomposition is compression?

After Aize raised his question, Cyril seemed to have lost the patience to continue teaching him, and gave an unreliable answer very casually: "There are many forms of decomposition, and compression is just one of them. One of them - and my personal favorite, destroying the original magical structure and essentially dismembering the opponent's magic, don't you think it is a very pleasant thing?"

After Xi Ruier finished speaking, he squinted his eyes, turned his eyes around Ai Ze again, and then suddenly attacked in the next second!

The palm of his hand that had been holding the back of Aize's hand suddenly moved up, slid against his forearm all the way above the elbow, clasped Aize's arm tightly, grabbed Aize and pulled him into his arms!

Aize was taken aback, and after a short "ah", he threw himself into Cyril's arms.

The dark elementalist, who had only been a conscience teacher for a few minutes, returned to his usual arrogance, but what he was doing had nothing to do with his formidable posture—Syril almost held Aize in In his arms, his right hand caressed Aize's back, and Aize could feel Cyril's unusually hot body temperature through the fabric.

Before Aize could push himself out of Cyril's arms, an extremely hot air flow rolled over near his ear: "Let me see, where is your divine emblem?"

What to say next to other people's ears!Die!

And why is he still struggling with this problem!

The temperature on Ai Ze's back can almost be described as scalding. Ai Ze was frightened and nervous at the same time, and broke out in a hurry: "I bought a watch last year, what are you doing! Let me go quickly!"

Cyril didn't care what he was yelling, but he held Aize's hand like a circle of iron and couldn't shake it at all. Aize didn't know how he did it. In a few seconds, I heard him fling out three words: "...I found it."

Cyril's strength is so strong that he doesn't look like a squishy professional at all, he can do whatever he wants, Ai Ze is in his hands like a rag doll and he can play with him-before a certain bastard has time When he got mad, he turned it over and pressed it on the experiment table.

"What the fuck are you doing! What a hooligan!!!" Ai Ze leaned on the table with one hand and twisted his body. Cyril's sudden attack made him very angry. How could this be the first day? Do you do such impolite things just because you are a great mentor when you meet?As soon as he was furious, he reached out his hand and wanted to shoot this guy with Wansi piercing poison in the face or something, but before he could say a word, another word came out unexpectedly from Cyril's mouth. language -

Dragon language!

Serious dragon language!

Aize was immediately dumbfounded——

What the hell did I hear!Dragon language magic? ? ?Cyril is a dragon? !

Did he win the fortune lottery or the sports lottery because he could meet such a crazy race! ?

Ai Ze instantly understood why this guy's body temperature was different from ordinary people's—could it be that he is a dragon, so his body temperature is generally so high? ?

A short spell consisting of only a few words instantly sealed all of Ai Ze's actions. It was a magic-sealing spell unique to the Dragon Clan, and a man like Ai Ze with no muscles could not restrain himself under the natural strength of the Dragon Clan. With the power, a certain bastard felt extremely humiliated, and was turned back by Cyril like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.

The violent temper of the Dragon Clan doomed that Cyril's patience would not be very good. He repeatedly mentioned the matter of the family of the god of the underworld. Ai Ze either talked about it or denied it. This time, Cyril directly confronted Yes, he grabbed Ai Ze's clothes and pulled casually, hearing a "hissing", Ai Ze's clothes were torn in half.

Cyril clasped the back of Aize's neck to suppress all his actions, and the heat from his fingertips hit the black totem on the side of Aize's back.

Cyril let out a chuckle: "'He' actually gave you this ability?... Ha! Interesting." After finishing speaking, Cyril let go of his hand, and the dragon language magic cast on Aize also Time to unravel.The dragon dark elementalist frowned slightly, and seemed to take a step back in a good mood, and stood in a position that would not make Ai Ze feel conflicted, and once again put his hands into the wide sleeves: "Don't be so nervous, I'm not the bad guy you imagine."

Seeing Ai Ze, who was blushing from anger and shame, pulled the broken hem into his hands to cover the exposed emblem of Hades on his back, Cyril curled his thin lips: "Although it's a bit late—please Let me make a formal self-introduction, I am Cyril, the servant of Hades."

He paused, then answered with a smile: "I think I'd better find you some clothes to change into first."

So that day, Aize went back wearing Cyril's black robe.