Bring some numerical shock to the summoning world

Zhou Li asked.

Talking to a door rationally was irrational in itself. But if it was Zhou Li, even if it was rational, he would smile with relief.

Joan of Arc couldn't laugh, mainly because she had no mouth. She could only say, "It probably can't. Although this door has intelligence, it's only the most instinctive intelligence. It can't even devour flesh and blood. It just stands here."

The problem is that if you want to leave here and find Kanbar, you need to go through this gate.

So, Zhou Li prepared to reason with the other party.

The question is, how can a door without self-awareness be reasonable?

Minoan Labyrinth: Haha, you are very humorous.

This time, Zhou Li didn't resort to the most basic threats, nor did he resort to sheer violence to force the other party to submit. He simply reached out, gripped the door handle tightly, and stomped his foot the moment the door opened.

The door jumped up.

Yes, the door jumped up.

The flames around Jeanne's neck began to tremble violently, as if she had seen something indescribable take off. But Zhou Li was like that. His humorous numbers always gave people a sense of "what the hell is going on?" Just like now, the Tongtian Gate, with its countless defenses, had never imagined that he would let these people go just because he jumped.

Kita Silver Wolf had given up thinking. His current thinking was that happiness is better shared than happiness alone. He was definitely better off with everyone else than alone. He had only died and lived a few times, but everyone else had been beaten and blown away. In comparison, he was relatively happy.

At least he just died, not tortured to death.

After passing through the Tongtian Gate, Zhou Li, who had solved zero puzzles up to that point, had cleared most of the levels. Aside from Victor, who initially chattered but had been writing and drawing for some time, Jeanne had also caught up with Zhou Li's strategy.

Decryption? Talk to my numbers.

We are all living hard.

I'm trying so hard, how come you're still alive?

In this way, Zhou Li and his team went through many hardships and dangers, overcame numerous difficulties, crossed mountains and rivers, and after tiring driving, they finally arrived at their destination.

The land of Kambar.

Kanbar didn't live in a palace, nor in the mountains. He lived in a strange underground cave. This cave was like a human heart, with countless passages winding like blood vessels, extending deep into the depths.

Obviously, the next path is not a path that Kita Ginlang can take.

After expressing that it wasn't that he didn't want to leave, but that his cardiovascular system wouldn't let him, Kita Silver Wolf crouched there trembling, unsure of his fate. He also didn't know whether the Great Demon Lord Khorne was going to kill him or use him as fertilizer after killing him.

"Okay, sign a contract."

Handing a piece of paper filled with words to Xiduo Yinlang's hand, Zhou Li said gently: "This is an equal slavery master-servant race treaty. If you sign it, you will be a fair and just slave."

A hint of doubt flashed in Kita Silver Wolf's eyes.

What if you don’t sign?

Looking at Zhou Li's smile, Xiduo Yinlang showed a flattering smile and immediately turned his flesh and blood into a signature and recorded it on the paper.

No chains?

Kita Silver Wolf was stunned for a moment. He realized that this treaty was not a spiritual paper and had no binding force at all. Even if he violated the terms of the treaty, no harm would befall him.

Wait a moment.

The sharp-eyed Kita Silver Wolf noticed a highlighted line on the paper. He took a closer look and found only one sentence.

[If anyone violates the regulations, Zhou Li will cross the border to hunt them down and kill them until they are dead.]

Haha, it’s not as good as spiritual paper.

At least Lingzhi killed me with ease.

After waving goodbye to Xiduo Silver Wolf, Zhou Li and the other two made their preparations and entered the blood vessels. Zhou Li was the main person responsible for this preparation. He first did a set of radio gymnastics, a few squats, and ate a bite of the cheese prepared by Jeanne d'Arc. Then, holding the Holy Sword of Vic, he headed deep into the blood vessels.

Blood vessels, atria, heart.

The heart named Kambar beat slowly. It had self-awareness and was the smartest of the Flesh and Blood Calamity. At this moment, it was thinking, thinking about the origin of everything, thinking...

Thinking about why I feel like I want to die.

Not only Kanbar, but Lillian also felt a sense of dying, the breath of death spreading around her. She felt that those eyes were filled with nothing but killing.

The bloodlust that comes with shit.

Chapter 259 Oh My God is Here (Two in One)

A great sage once said a very wise saying.

The premise for the existence of Lu Bu, the mop covered in shit, is that the other person is not covered in shit, otherwise the other person will be the real Lu Bu.

Bai Dongdong's bombing was measured, skillful, and ingenious. It could be said that this time, the bombing caused almost no damage at all, completely different from the AOE destruction of everyone in the Fantasy City. This time, Bai Dongdong's bombing caused nothing but damage due to the smell, and even the smell was kept to a perfect limit.

It is the limit that makes people angry and their fighting power increases dramatically.

"Fucking shit-exploding monster!"

After realizing that this woman who suddenly appeared was the one behind the shit cooking, everyone was boiling with excitement. They clenched their knives, their dizziness subsided, and their fists hardened.

Lillian was stunned.

Obviously, she had never expected such a sinister trick. Even though she had thought that Bai Dongdong and Lan Ling would set up obstacles to prevent her from finding the two of them, she had never expected that these two people's trick would be to blow up the shit and then frame them.

Is this fucking humane?

The moment she realized something was amiss, Lillian had already taken action. With a single swipe of her wolf-hair brush, before the two attacking students could hurl their lime powder, a ferocious, black tiger immediately shielded her and charged outward.

No one stopped.

Everyone watched coldly as Lillian rushed out protected by the tiger, and then rushed back in a mess.

The cafeteria is already a sea of ​​shit and snow.

Of course, there wasn't a real mountain of shit, just a strong smell. But for Lillian, the smell was even stronger than if she had some yellow or white shit. After all, the Ink Tiger was just ink, so it wouldn't stain her.

But she really couldn't avoid the smell.

Lillian looked solemnly at the group of students staring at her eagerly. Logically, as a Grandmaster, she wouldn't be afraid of a group of students and teachers. But for some reason, seeing those wolf-like eyes filled with hatred and resentment, Lillian still felt a pang of fear.

It's ok.

She told herself, they're just a bunch of students. It's not like she hasn't seen students before. How much practical experience can a group of students with only gold and silver grades have? Even if they have more people, what does it matter? Are they coordinated? Are they linked?

Yes, sisters, yes.

Just when Lillian was about to take on the four hundred and sixty, these students moved.

Victor, a principal who is despised by students, is also a teacher respected by everyone.

You can say that he is a drinker, gambler, and lustful person, or you can say that he is as timid as a mouse and is afraid of trouble even when he is causing it.

But you can't say his teaching skills are bad.

It is difficult for Victoria students to find jobs because people outside do not believe that Victoria students can reach platinum level after graduation, and Victoria graduates are more or less arrogant.

I'm also an elite who survived Victor's clutches. Why do you treat me like a greenhorn? Who are you trying to disgust?

In fact, Victor's teaching level is definitely among the best in the world. In addition to being a knowledgeable academician himself, as an old professional who has been working hard for decades, Victor's understanding of teaching is beyond the current understanding of most colleges.

Theory and practice must be combined, and this alone is enough to enable Victoria's students to reach an unrivaled level at the same level.

While other academies were still learning how to mobilize more spiritual energy and use it to unleash skills, Victor's students had already begun learning to forgo advantages in extreme situations, casting spells with optimal solutions to defeat the enemy. Therefore, whether in terms of combat awareness, experience, or coordination, Victoria's students were undoubtedly top-notch.

What's more, there is no such thing as a life of luxury in Victoria. If you don't go to major cities to find a part-time job, you will end up eating mashed potatoes and potatoes to death.

Therefore, Victoria graduates either cannot find a job or find a very small one. Therefore, Victoria students have always had a good reputation, but it is a reputation that is circulated in a small circle.

Now, Lillian has to face a group of Victoria students who are already ignited with anger, as well as a group of mentally ill patients who are admitted to Victoria for various reasons.

Yes, you don’t think that the teachers and janitors in the college are normal people.

Lillian's tragic fate aside, Zhou Li and the other two were now incredibly close to Kambar's enormous heart. On the way, Jeanne stood with her hands clasped in front of her chest, as if praying. Clearly, speedrunning through all the levels and defeating the boss in a single day was too much of a shock; she still felt like she was dreaming.

How come I skipped the initial plateau, the hidden forest, the land of the fire usurper, the white sand city, the snow-buried earth, the desolate city, and the tower of the assassin, and went directly to fight the final boss?

Wait, did we collect the embers? Did we add some?

That's not right. Where's the horse? Shouldn't it guide him to find the spirit horse?

Wait a minute, isn't Kita Silver Wolf a perfect replacement for Reima?

The passages in Kanbar's underground lair are incredibly narrow, making them a perfect place for a trap. With monsters blocking the way ahead and swarming behind, even the Flash would have to clear them before leaving. Yet, for some reason, this passage is completely devoid of monsters.

Abnormally quiet.

Victor remained silent, a bit different from his usual chatty self. His eyes kept scanning the surroundings, as if observing something.

Zhou Li is different.

He was still humming Hakimi's little tune as he walked inside, swaggering and without any guard, as simple as a novice warrior who had just left the novice village and had not been tricked yet.

A bit like Ding Zhen.

Zhou Li could smell and hear. He could hear the heart beating deep within the earth, and he could also hear what seemed to be him mumbling in his sleep.

Unlike the flesh and blood monster, he has more consciousness, even...

He is thinking.

Walking forward, there were no monsters, only an increasingly rich blood-red. Like the subtle glow in blood vessels, the road was dotted with dizzying, fine lines. Victor reached out and touched some of the blood-red, examining it thoughtfully.

The nest came into view.

At the center of the lair, there wasn't rock, but flesh. A massive heart nestled in the darkness. It possessed a strange purple-red hue, as if blood had melted into the flesh. The lines on its surface resembled the wrinkles of a brain, giving it a strange, uneven feel.

coming.

他 说:

"You've actually made it here. It seems like you're the real chosen ones."

"Kambar?"

Zhou Li looked at the giant brain and asked.

"No."

Giant Brain says:

"I'm Zeppelin, the vice president of the SPW Foundation."

Escaped, finally escaped.