Abstraction for a bad world

Chapter 204: It's just a sublimation stage, can it really be a big deal? (4k)

After Yuan Qingzhuo left, the entire palace remained in a dead silence where one could hear a pin drop.

Only Lash, wearing a mask, lowered his eyes silently.

She was calculating.

Calculating what possible variables there might be in her plan.

Zhuo Ge has been placed in the palace by himself and cannot move around freely. It is at least twenty kilometers from where he is to the edge of the royal city where the ritual nodes are densely concentrated.

——Even if it is Brother Zhuo, he should not be able to maintain a perception circle with such a large range and high accuracy for a long time.

This "ritual node" of hers was a miniature compound ritual taught by Flandel herself. Even if Yuan Qingzhuo took a cursory glance at it, he could not immediately find anything wrong.

At least you have to look carefully - if you don't know, it will probably take several seconds of concentration.

After Andshia entered the city, she did not give Yuan Qingzhuo any chance to contact him. I guess Zhuo Ge probably didn't know that Andshia, who lost the light column, had entered the city until now.

Let's talk about Andesia.

Rush allowed the refugees to enter the city under the condition that they stay in the northwest of the royal city temporarily, so he would definitely not be affected by the explosion, which would cause him to protect the civilians and prevent the explosion from killing the contestants...

The distance was tens of kilometers, so even though Andshia could sense it the moment the ritual was activated, it was too late to stop it.

——He is not a legend after all.

In this way, the variable of Andesia is also eliminated.

Rush raised his eyes and used the reflection technique to glimpse the two beams of light that had retreated outside the city and were close together. Perhaps the Gemini had seen some of his thoughts, but their attitude now clearly showed that they wanted to watch the show.

Then, there is no need for me to provoke someone who has become a passerby.

And Sister Caroline said that there was no light column in the area where she placed the tin and mercury steps. Well, this was natural.

The contestants who possess chess pieces above the epic level are either promising future stars or well-established masters, but they are almost all smart people.

Even if not, there are smart people around you.

Therefore, no one would choose to take the initiative to snatch one or two chess pieces from the so-called monsters from those low-level guys, but would wait for the remaining contestants to come back.

Sister Caroline also obeyed and didn't go near that place - huh, it really makes me feel less worried. She was not like this a few years ago. I have to say, it was Brother Zhuo who did a good job in training her.

It’s a pity that you don’t spend this time on me... It’s time now, I can’t think about these things!

The number of scattered spell nodes has reached 32411 - Sister Flandel knows so much, and the spell she taught me has such an effect.

The number of contestants attracted by the news I released should be close to a thousand, if not thousands - although the chess pieces held by the vast majority of them should be of [Ordinary] quality or lower, and even [Exquisite] quality should be rare.

And it is most likely unfinished.

But it doesn’t matter. The key is that there are enough contestants.

With so many chess pieces, you can eventually combine them into several sets of exquisite quality chess pieces.

Many thoughts flashed through my mind in an instant.

The next moment, an extremely simple spell appeared in front of Rush's fingertips.

—A big red button made of ectoplasm.

She placed her fingertips on it, hanging in the air.

Rush is doing his final review.

Now, I have minimized the possibility of unexpected events in my plan.

After a part of the ritual nodes are activated, they will first unfold to form a barrier. The enclosed space will maximize the power of the node explosion. Then the last dozens of nodes will open to collect the chess pieces dropped by the contestants when they die.

If he waited another two hours, he would indeed be able to make more backup plans and preparations, increasing the number of ritual nodes to 36000 to complete a minimum "complete formation".

But on the other hand, there will also be more variables.

Rush hates variables.

Just like she actually hated the dragon girl who fell from the sky out of nowhere.

Rush likes the feeling of having everything under control.

So that’s what she did.

The white fingertips gently fell, and the red button disappeared.

Then a second sun rose in the distance, illuminating the girl's cold, mirror-like violet eyes.

"——Sister Caroline, I feel an explosion happening over there, get away quickly!"

Caroline, who was enjoying the evening breeze comfortably, was stunned for a moment. Before she turned her head, her vertical pupils were stimulated by the dazzling light and contracted, and then she closed her eyes.

But she didn't run, because Caroline could clearly sense that the sudden explosion would not hurt her.

After a few seconds, Caroline frowned deeply:

"What's going on, little Rush..."

Caroline was just about to communicate with Rush through the voice transmission technique, but she didn't expect that the other party would appear in front of her the next moment.

She stared at the star mask that suddenly appeared before her eyes, and all the words she wanted to say were stuffed back into her stomach.

Then more questions arose.

No, how did Rush get out?

The beam of light above will move along with it, right?

Wouldn't everyone realize that there was something wrong with the new king?
Isn't this the end?
If anything happens, I can't guarantee that I can protect little Rush.

Caroline blinked, her CPU running at high speed, and before she could speak, she heard Rush say:

"Sister Caroline, we need to leave the audition now!"

The high-speed CPU suddenly stopped due to overload.

"Huh? Then..."

"Don't worry about it. Brother Zhuo has his own ways, but we can't stay in this damn place any longer!"

"--Believe me."

Rush tried to use a spell to put away the mask, then looked at the dazed Caroline with a serious face and placed her chess piece in her hand.
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Inside the palace.

Yuan Qingzhuo, who was humming a little tune, paused, turned his head to look at the sky dyed red by fire, and closed his eyes.

Two seconds later, he opened his eyes again.

He looked back at the location where the light column in the palace had disappeared.

He exhaled heavily, stretched out his hand, and caught the aftermath of the raging outwards in his palm.
"This time, I trusted the wrong person."

After the auditions were over, she would definitely ask Rush what the new king she had chosen was like.
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Northwest of the Royal City. Andesia, who was guiding the resettlement of refugees, was slightly stunned, raised his head and used the reflection spell to glimpse the scene dozens of kilometers away.

After a while, the clenched fist slowly loosened.

He calmed down and looked towards the direction of the palace where the beam of light disappeared, looking a little thoughtful:
"The new Mercy..."

Has the same thing happened in history?
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"really……"

Vicchi, who was the first to catch the explosion, did not change his expression. He looked back at the palace and sneered at first, but also had to show his admiration: "You can fool so many people, you are amazing."

"Brother, what happened?"

"There was a magic explosion in the northwest of the royal city, at least hundreds of thousands of people died." Vic was surprised: "I thought someone would want to take action against those tin and mercury, but I didn't expect to use this method."

"Hundreds of thousands of people!"

Vina, who was originally sitting on the top of the tree, stood up suddenly, tapping the branches with her toes, her face cold.

Then he was slapped hard by Vichi.

"Just sit still. That person is very clever. He used a barrier to seal off that space and then caused the explosion. Everyone inside must have died, and the people outside will probably be fine."

At this point, Vicky narrowed his eyes with interest:

"Moreover, the aftermath of the explosion has been contained by some means."

Vina shook his hand away and said, "Someone will get hurt too."

"By the time you get there, those injured civilians will have already died."

Vicchi raised his eyelids and said, "Two or three minutes is enough to kill them. How long will it take you to get there?"

Vina was silent, then closed her eyes: "So you asked me to go out of the city with you to prevent this."

“Yes, but more than that.”

Vic nodded affirmatively, then patted his sister on the head and said calmly: "More importantly, it is to prevent you from being affected by such an explosion."

Vina was speechless and just sighed.
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On the moon day, at the bottom of Kabbalah, in the tavern.

Thunderous exclamations echoed in the bustling tavern at the same time. Almost every guest who was paying attention to the Martial God Festival witnessed this sudden explosion and was amazed by it.

——Because the director of the main stage was quick-witted and quick-handed, he cut the camera over the moment the barrier was created.

To be honest, the angel director is still very responsible.

It's not like the Martial God Festival held in a certain cult, where the director only suddenly woke up and turned the camera to the other side when people were picking up corpses after the fight. It was as if his thinking speed was not on the same level as everyone else's.

Afterwards, the director with a dreamy look on his face was posted on the official wall by the cult with a smile, and then he smiled and absorbed all the insults that came from the seven depths of the abyss, all corners of the country, tens of thousands of races, and countless spectators.

Then I got three days off and was so happy.

"Just to gain more advantages when advancing to the next round, more than 200,000 people were buried with him. Can I say that he is worthy of being your disciple?"

At the bar, Mercy looked up and couldn't help but sneer, which was in sharp contrast to the excitement and admiration around him.

"You were able to break through the defenses with just over 200,000 people?"

The tipsy Farandel pointed at Mercy and raised the corner of his mouth: "No way, no way, I saw that you were quite good at killing members of my cult. Could it be that you are also a double standard dog?"

"Or……"

Flandre flicked the glass with his fingertips and looked at it mockingly: "My little Rush accidentally touched yours..."

Mercy does not answer.

Seeing this, Farandelle shook her head in boredom - she had thought that a little provocation would make Mercy do something out of the ordinary, and then she would have an excuse.

I didn't expect this guy to have such high defense.

Although it is not as good as his own 360-degree three-dimensional defense, it can barely be regarded as an ordinary method of spiritual victory.

"But if it were me, I would do something even more extreme."

Thinking back to the little guy who always had a soft heart at the critical moment, Farandel took a sip of beer helplessly and said with a smile: "Since we all know that this is the world of the past, it is understandable to pack up the whole world and send it to the abyss."

Mercy remained silent.

But this time the reason for his silence was different—because he knew Farandel was telling the truth.

The irrefutable truth.

——This woman is definitely capable of doing such a cruel thing.

Because that's the kind of creature she is.

In order to win, to become stronger, no matter it is conspiracy, cruelty, or even kneeling down and abandoning all dignity, these processes do not matter...

As long as you win in the end, that's fine.

She just needs this result.

After a while, when the cheers and discussions in the tavern had almost died down, Mercy spoke hoarsely:
"Yes, that little devil did something slightly different from what was expected - but so what? She just postponed what was bound to happen."

"Your little demon disciple has escaped, but your godson is still in the audition...Will he be willing to leave before he gets the epic chess piece? Geniuses are always proud, and they won't leave just like that even if they know they will be corrupted."

Mercy looked at the woman who was drinking nonchalantly beside him and said, "When that little devil finds out that she was the one who killed your godson, how sad will she be?"

He originally thought that after hearing what he said, Farandel would look solemn, or at least put down the wine glass in his hand and refute him.

But Farandelle drank even more happily.

Finally, she couldn't help but slap her thighs hard and laughed out loud: "Hahahaha, what do you know! What is bound to happen? The erosion of the abyss? And what's the bullshit wheel of fate? How could such a thing... possibly have an effect on Xiao Yuan?"

Under the stunned gaze of Cibei, she gulped down another glass of draft beer and wiped the foam from the corner of her lips:

"Compassion, you have to know... the reason why heroes are called heroes is because they carry so much on their shoulders, so much that they have to think ten steps ahead for every step they take."

Farandel paused, pointed at the boy lying in the palace garden with a calm expression and said:
"And now, the shackles that bound the hero have disappeared."

Compassionately staring at Yuan Qingzhuo in the picture, his expression did not change at all, he just said in a cold voice: "It's just a mere sublimation stage, can it really turn the world upside down?"
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"It's just a reflection of the abyss in history. How can it be turned upside down?"

Among the flowers, Yuan Qingzhuo sneers lightly.

He could clearly feel that after the explosion and after the deaths of many, many people, an extremely large spell was passively activated.

Right at his feet, directly below.

Under the entire royal city.

Although he could not tell what kind of technique it was just by peeking at a corner of it, Yuan Qingzhuo knew that he could "see" it.

——This world, this piece of heaven and earth is being rapidly eroded by the abyss.

He stood up, slowly but unmistakably straightened his back, then gently brushed off the dust on his clothes and sighed mockingly:
"One hundred of these insects, each with their own agenda, are not as good as half a Rash."

(End of this chapter)