Bring some numerical shock to the summoning world

Chapter 281 Ouch, God

An alcoholic, a Sinai skeleton soldier, the best magic user among warriors and the best martial arts user among mages, a top-notch psychopath.

Tucker.

At the same time, he is also one of the few living dead in the Sinai Desert. It is precisely because of this that he is the chairman of the Sinai branch of the Living Dead Mutual Aid Association.

At last.

"Don't make things difficult for a gravekeeper."

He said: "Even Heaven wouldn't mind a few more corpses of outsiders."

"Why bother?"

Spectrum stood in front of the cloak, separating Tucker from him. Like a dazzling radiance of myriad colors, the colors on Spectrum's body slowly shifted like breathing. He looked at Tucker and said gently:

"We have no intention of disturbing the dead. We are simply curious about lost civilizations. You should understand that this is human nature."

"First of all, I'm a skeleton."

Tucker's skeleton fingers grasped the staff and lightly tapped it. A rumbling sound echoed, and countless white bone barriers as warm as jade enveloped the area. The ghostly green flame stared at the spectrum in front of it, and said with a chill: "Secondly, you are not human either."

The moment the words fell, the gold on the ground turned into liquid and surged like mercury. A giant skeleton half the size of a building rose out of thin air, and the giant sword made of gold and silver in its hand slashed directly at Spectrum's waist.

Turn into light.

Spectrum's body instantly transformed from solid to light, but just as he was about to attack, the giant sword in the skeleton giant's hand suddenly burst out with dazzling golden light, forcibly solidifying Spectrum's body.

puff.

Spectrum, who was cut in half by a sword, took a few steps back in astonishment. His body, which was broken in half, merged together again lightly, but the scattered spots of light on the ground proved that he still paid a small price.

"How can it be?!"

The cloak behind him exclaimed.

He never thought that the spectrum that could be transformed into pure light would be injured. The other party clearly only cut the light transformed from the spectrum, so how could the spectrum itself be harmed?

Could it be that he is also a Zhou-level creature?

"Gold...silver."

Looking at the skeleton holding a dark golden staff in front of him, a faint blue halo flickered on Spectrum's featureless face. "As expected, the one who endowed the two metals with the magic-breaking and magic-gathering effects is indeed the people of your Heavenly City."

"get out."

Tucker looked indifferent. "Before I plan to trap you and me in the Golden Kingdom for tens of thousands of years, hand over your memories and get out."

Spectrum was speechless, and Cloak hid behind him and didn't dare to speak.

"Demon Gathering and Demon Breaking, these two existences are as terrifying as gaining control of magnetic fields."

After sighing, Spectrum extended his finger, and a rune slowly analyzed from his halo. He looked at Tucker and said, "But it's not enough."

The moment he finished speaking, the giant golden skeleton collapsed with a crashing crash. This wasn't caused by the spectrum or the cloak, but by Tucker controlling the disintegration of the gold. Instantly, a vast, surging wave of liquid gold blanketed the ground, with countless fine threads entwined around it. Even light couldn't react immediately, and the golden threads formed a magnificent prison.

The runes on Spectrum's fingertips spread out, quickly weaving through the gaps in the golden thread. At the same time, layers of light from Spectrum's wrist, like thin lines stacked one on top of the other, pierced the ground at an odd angle. Soon, he disappeared into the cage, leaving Cloak and Tucker staring at each other in bewilderment.

"Using pure light reflection to avoid fluctuations in spiritual and magical energy?"

Tucker sensed the souls constantly interspersed in the light, and the green flames in his deep eye sockets burned faster. He slammed his staff heavily on the ground, and dozens of silver sword blades penetrated the ground, leaving only the hilts exposed.

Taking a step forward, Tucker drew out a silver knight's longsword. At the same time, the fragments brought out by the silver sword contained a slight halo.

broken.

The longsword shattered, and Spectrum's body suddenly flashed among the shattered blades. Tucker seized this opportunity well, and with a flick of his staff, the blade fragments immediately condensed into a silver bead and fell into his hand.

"thousandth."

He looked at the cloak and said, "I caught one thousandth of you in one minute and sixteen seconds. How long do you think I can live?"

“Almost immortality.”

Spectrum, seemingly unharmed, slowly emerged from the shadows created by the cloak. Shaking his head, he said regretfully, "I never thought that as a gravekeeper, you could withstand the agony of a thousand years of death and not transform into a mindless undead spirit. I must say, you truly are worthy of being the Second Prince of Celestial Capital. Your willpower far exceeds the imagination of ordinary people."

"wrong."

Tucker smiled and said, "I was beaten awake."

Before he finished speaking, countless strange refracting halos suddenly spread around him. These rays of light were like being reflected and blended in an invisible folding mirror. Tucker's expression froze, and he stretched out his hand. Just as he was about to touch the light, he stopped.

He saw space divided by light.

"Formula of truth?"

Tucker raised his head suddenly and stared at the blue spectrum suspended in the air, "Have you cooperated with the immortal?"

"wrong."

Shaking his head, Spectrum chuckled and said, "I am the Fire Usurper."

"You are truly worthy of being able to steal the formula of truth from the immortal."

Tucker looked a little playful and asked, "Did you steal your mother's life back?"

"What good will it do you to irritate me?"

Spectrum sighed and said, "You should understand that now that I have mastered the Half Truth Formula, I no longer rely on magic or spiritual power. Your gold and silver are of no use to me. Now that you are enveloped by the Light Domain, if I wish, there will be one less antique of my generation left in the world."

"Then why don't you kill me?"

The teasing look on Tucker's face deepened. "Or did you suddenly realize that you are not human and can no longer be recognized by the City of Heaven?"

Spectrum has no words.

"give up."

Tucker stopped joking and looked at the spectrum. "It's over. The bloodline is severed, civilization is destroyed, and this remnant is nothing but a grave and a tombstone. What are you still struggling with?"

"You're a pureblood from the Sky City, you don't understand."

The white spots on Spectrum's body began to slowly shrink. "You didn't listen to what the king said before he died."

"so."

White light filled Tucker's eyes. In an instant, every inch of his body was occupied by the torn space. He was completely frozen in place, motionless.

"You do not deserve."

Spectrum spoke, and the golden light on his wrist began to diffuse. "Even though you were the Second Prince I once respected, now you are just a gravekeeper who refuses to restore the glory of the Sky City."

Tucker's wrist was completely crushed.

The staff falls.

Chapter 282 Golden Kingdom

Zhou Li squatted on a golden statue. As a person without any red line or bottom line, he didn't mind his actions that damaged the country's image and showed his low quality.

It was already civilized that he didn't poop on it.

Of course, he wasn't so bored that he had to climb up. After walking for about ten minutes, he and Sha Yun suddenly reached a consensus.

It seems like I'm lost.

Sha Yun had previously attempted to explore the interior of the Heavenly Capital, but due to her lack of purity in her bloodline, she was unable to penetrate too deeply. She also knew her strength was insufficient, and fearing she would collapse midway, she didn't stay in the Heavenly Capital for too long.

It’s different now. Although her bloodline is not very pure, she is not worried at all because she has a pure boy named Zhou Li by her side.

then.

be lost.

This is also very normal. The main reason is that the architectural style of this place is too unique and very recognizable, but the problem is that everything here is recognizable. Zhou Li and Sha Yun are not used to the architecture here. As they walked, they forgot where the road they came from was.

In fact, this was not a big problem, but when Zhou Li and Sha Yun witnessed a street suddenly standing up and connecting to another street, they realized that the problem was serious.

This city is moving.

Zhou Li and Sha Yun didn't understand the rhythm and frequency of this city's movement; they only knew that it would inexplicably split and then reunite. Not long ago, Zhou Li and Sha Yun were on a street with a statue of Hakimi, and now they were in a central square with a statue similar to that of the emperor.

"There are two options now."

Here we go again, Zhou Li’s creative selection segment.

Sha Yun perked up and listened attentively.

"First, we will begin to decipher all the text in this place, and then decipher its operating mechanisms to determine what exactly this place is like and how we can solve its operational problems."

Zhou Li made this suggestion.

Sha Yun shook her head, "I'm sorry, I can't do that."

"So, let's choose the second one."

Standing on the golden statue, Zhou Li pointed in a random direction and said, "Isn't this direction very spacious? There are no obstructions or buildings."

Sha Yun was stunned for a moment. She looked in the direction Zhou Li pointed, and after a brief hesitation and thought, she asked, "Am I hallucinating? Isn't this a complete street?"

The direction Zhou Li pointed was the side of a street, that is, his finger was pointing at a large group of buildings.

Zhou Li was silent.

"No way?"

Sha Yun's expression changed.

Zhou Li still didn't speak.

"No, I mean, is there a way we can...wait, you're not thinking..."

Sha Yun tried hard to make up for it.

Zhou Li's expression began to harden.

"No, you believe me."

Zhou Li finally spoke, "I can do it."

"No, what did you do?"

Sha Yun had already realized what Zhou Li was going to do next, and now the so-called disrespect or respect was no longer on her mind.

She only had one feeling now.