Ming Dynasty, New Rome, and Infinite Divine Machine

"You mean ectoplasm?" Phaethon patted the gourd on his waist, "I drink it every day, thank you. I also have facial cream on my face - this thing of yours is basically the same thing as ectoplasm. There’s no difference, it just tastes better.”

"Huh???" Alexander said in surprise, "When did it happen? Why didn't I know that there was the same thing in Cathay?"

"It's something that happened in less than half a year." Shangluo shook his head, "It's normal that you don't know, because it was adopted on a large scale after I came here. No matter how well-informed you are, it will be difficult to collect it within half a year. Such a high-level secret, but this pot is also included in the bet, right?"

"Of course it's there."

"Then I thank you. My senior brother should want this pot of yours very much - it can continuously flow out spiritual fluid, which is enough to fill the Taiye Pond. I will use it later to repair it in the Taiye Pond. The fountain is not bad, and it is also a scenic spot. ”

"Then you are in the right place." Alexander sighed, "The fountain of youth is sealed in this vase. It was exchanged by Helios and I. It is a sacred object found by the Bone Hidden Group in the New World. You guys It should be appropriate to re-make him look like a spring."

"Are you not worried at all? Have you started giving me recommendations on how to use it?"

"Of course, this is part of the bet." Alexander replied, "I am a decent person. I will answer all your questions completely before the game officially starts. And before the game officially starts, you can withdraw at any time. However, To be honest, when I drank it before, I had the intention of letting you share it. It doesn’t matter if you drink it yourself, but once you let others drink it, you may not be able to leave the negotiation table. "

"why?"

"Because this is the food of the fairy world." Alexander replied, "Mortals can gain immortal status like gods by drinking it. According to legend, many people drank ambrosia at the feast of Zeus on Mount Olympus. West Asia, they have all achieved immortality, but at the same time, their immortality is also dependent on Ambrosia. This is certainly not a drug that creates dependence, but life itself is a kind of poison. , often cannot accept their short life. I would like to call it another kind of 'oxygen'."

"Why does it sound familiar?"

"Ha." Alexander raised his eyebrows, "I guess you thought of your little girlfriend Victoria."

"She's not my girlfriend. Your investigation went wrong."

"Really? But she does think so herself. Believe me, she really needs Ambrosia. I say the 'oxygen' analogy for a reason - the ancient gods were almost as immortal as gods, they There is no physiological mechanism for self-renewal. However, a group of organisms have begun to achieve higher speeds at the expense of breathing oxygen. Of course, this does not mean that they cannot even maintain their physiological functions. Living with oxygen is not good, but breathing oxygen can lead to a brighter future.”

Chapter 805 Wine Vessel

Alexander continued: "Aerobic organisms can become larger and faster, but the price is just that they can easily suffocate themselves."

"So, as long as someone drinks this thing, there is no way to leave it?"

"Poor Romans." He sighed. "There are many people who have never drunk ambrosia at all, but have already transformed themselves into a state that requires ambrosia to survive. If I hadn't guessed If it’s wrong, Victoria can’t leave the phlogiston environment in the submarine now, right?”

"Indeed." Shangluo nodded, "You can know this even through casual investigation."

"If you love her too, give her ambrosia to drink, and she will instantly recover and gain the same immortality as you. Furthermore, you can be like Zeus and control with the power of allocating ambrosia Gods. If she is willing to be your Queen Hera, you can also expand some additional uses for Ambrosia - for example, Queen Hera can be luxurious enough to use Ambrosia as a skin care product."

"I said, I" Shangluo wanted to "correct" him, but then he asked, "Do you think that this way I will never play the gambling table anyway?"

"You really should finish this bet with me." Alexander replied, "No matter what, we should end it here today. Rome has begun the end of its life. The lighthouse cannot save Rome, and neither can the stone heart. Only The God King can save all of this. Either you or me, one of us has to stand up."

"Don't impose your own wishes on me. Even if I get the throne of Thebes and fuse it, it's my own business whether I want to use it to save Rome. Are you really afraid that I will abandon you? Are you really afraid that I will leave the gambling table?"

"Trust me, there's a real chance you'll pull away."

"That's interesting. It's not poisonous, and it's good for my human body. Why do you think I want to withdraw?"

"You will know when it starts. But let me remind you, if you retreat after it starts, you will lose."

[His statement is a bit strange. He knows clearly that retreating after going to the table means admitting defeat, but he still wants to instill in you the expectation that "the power of the world is in your hands", for fear that you will give up. What exactly is he trying to do? He can't be trying to encourage you to win, right? 】

"Is this possible?"

【Absolutely impossible. Alexander is a power beast and he will challenge you with the throne at stake, literally for the throne itself. It is absolutely impossible for him to want to give up the throne to you. He is not so kind and has no motive at all. He wants to win, but he is also afraid that you will give up easily after getting on the table, so why is that?】

"I didn't even understand why I had to admit defeat - but what he said does make sense. Even if it is for the throne, I have to go to the table. Alexander will not take out this bet a second time. Now, it is The closest I’ve ever been to any of this.”

He looked at Alexander: "Well, let's get started. How do we drink?"

"There are some interesting ways to drink - I once saw on the tree the way the Vikings competed in drinking. They would place the wine barrel between two people, with a barrel full of wine in it. Then they would use it from The two symmetrical horns of the same cow are used to drink, and they compete to see who can drink the most. When using a horn cup to scoop wine, the horn cup must be completely immersed in the wine barrel. It is said that they have to recite vulgar words while fighting. The poetry of words.”

"Um, are you sure you want to drink like this?"

"Let's forget it." Alexander himself felt that this method was too barbaric. "Is there any way to drink Cathay?"

"There are many, such as Feihua Ling."

"Feihua Ling? What is that?"

"It's about drinking and reciting poetry. For example, if I recite a line of poetry, the first word should be related to flowers, such as 'A pot of wine among flowers, drinking alone without a companion'; and you should match the second word with flowers, such as 'Looking at the flowers in the mirror, the flowers' faces are reflected in each other'. Want to try it?"

"Do you think I can handle this?"

[He can't play. Based on the principle of information isolation between Cathay and Rome, he had no access to these poems at all. 】

"I have to thank Apollonia for finding a reason for me, otherwise I would almost be regarded as an uneducated person." Alexander shook his head and said, "But this kind of game seems to be based on elegance, not drinking. And. If we are just drinking today, and today we are drinking because of the Roman Empire, why not just use the traditional and simple way of the Romans."

"How to say?"

"One cup for me, one cup for you. One cup for me, one cup for you. Nothing could be more simple than that."

"I never thought the Romans could be so simple."

“The Romans have always felt that simplicity is their tradition, and luxury is the style of the Greeks – so the Romans like to hire tutors from Sparta, and they occasionally feel that their traditions are close to the Spartans. "

"So, who goes first?"

"I'll go first." Alexander picked up the jasper horn cup and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. He held the horn cup close to the glass of the window, and the horn cup was reflected in the glass window. He poured some ambrosia into his hand - then reached into the "curtain" of the glass and pulled out an identical cup.

"The two cups are exactly the same." He held up the two cups and signaled to Shangluo, "Which one do you want? Don't worry, although it was a little trick. But I swear in the name of the Great Styx, this cup will never affect The result. Apollonia can prove it.”

[It’s not a big problem. Even Zeus's oath is bound by the Great Styx. 】

"Then let's take the new one." Shangluo reached out and took the mirror cup. The size of this cup is exactly the same as before, but the pattern has become symmetrical.

"Then, to show sincerity, I'll have the first drink first." Alexander stretched out his hand and motioned for Ptolemy to pour him wine. The bright red ambrosia was poured out of the vase until it overflowed and spilled onto Alexander's hands.

Raising his head, he drank all the Ambrosia in the cup without leaving a single sip.

"Ha" he showed a hint of pain and looked at Shangluo: "It's your turn."

"Is this painful? Or are you a little tipsy from just one mouthful?"

"You'll know when you take a big sip like me."

"?" Shangluo also took a glass from Ptolemy, and drank it in one gulp - it still had the same taste, with the pleasant aroma of grass, and the taste was quite good, not even a little tipsy. Just a little bit.

"Huh??? Why is my stomach so full?" What he felt was not drunkenness, but a sense of fullness. He felt that his stomach was bloating, showing the same slight pain as Alexander.

"Hiccup~" Alexander burped, "This is the Immortal Food and Secret Wine. This thing is more like food than wine. Even the gods will be full after just one drink, and they cannot drink more, otherwise It's going to be so hard. Do you want to keep trying? Jie Jie Jie, don't push yourself to death. This thing is easy to eat, but it's not that easy to digest. "

Chapter 806 Secret Wine

[Hey, are you okay? 】

"I really can't say no, but I can't handle this old joke. If I'm really drunk, I can endure it. I can drink it. It's not a big deal to sacrifice my stomach for the great cause of the world. But after I'm full, I really can’t get it in!”

The Ambrosia he drank before filled Shangluo's missing spiritual energy, making his whole body fully activated.

But the next sip was taken after I was full. As soon as Ambrosia entered my stomach, I felt a strong feeling of fullness, as if there was an airbag in my stomach.

He didn't even react. Because the cup was only one mouthful, he didn't expect that that small mouthful would fill him up.

[Hey, you’re not really dying, are you? Haven't you recovered? 】

"This means that this amount is more than the stomach of a heavenly being can bear. Damn it, I just drank one glass. Is this stuff so strong?"

[Well, I often see works of art depicting that during the feast on Mount Olympus, there was a cup in front of Zeus. Maybe even for Zeus, one cup is enough. 】

"I've seen it before." Shangluo held on to the pillar and asked Alexander in front of him, "Didn't you say that Achilles also used it? Why was Achilles not strung to death?"

"Because Achilles didn't drink at all," answered Alexander, "Achilles applied it externally. His mother bathed him in ambrosia instead of letting him drink it, which is completely different in nature. The power of the Greek gods comes from blood, which can be understood as divine blood. The power of the Greek gods is exerted through divine blood. Achilles has no divine blood from beginning to end, he is just a shell. immortal."

"So that's the case. No wonder I didn't survive."

"The one who actually drank Ambrosia and didn't die was Hercules. He did drink the wine of the gods, but he was already immortal before that because he was fed by Hera. Breast milk——I am no longer blessed, and I think you can’t stand it either?”

"You are so incredible." Shangluo still held on to the pillar, "One of us must die here today."

"I've warned you a long time ago. Once you start, you can't quit. For the sake of Thebes, you must drink it."

"You don't want to hold me to death, do you???"

"I didn't say it, you said it yourself. Besides, you drink every sip by yourself. What does it have to do with me if you push yourself to death?"

"When you take a small sip, it swells up, which is completely inconsistent with the amount of food in your mouth. The feeling in your stomach is sluggish. If I accidentally take half a sip more, I will strangle myself to death!"

"Then what do you think we should do?" Alexander also felt uncomfortable. He held on to the pillar on the other side, "What do you think we should do?"

"Anyway, let's drink four drinks per person first, no, three drinks. If we are not dead after three drinks, we will discuss whether to drink or not."

"Okay!" Alexander agreed.

The two looked at each other and both raised their glasses.

After three glasses.

Phaethon covered his eyes. The two people in front of them were already lying on the ground. Although air was coming in and out of their mouths, they looked like they were not in good condition.

Regardless of the cold marble floor, they both lay flat on the ground, their stomachs bloated like balloons, looking like they were about to vomit. However, since they hadn't actually drunk anything, they couldn't vomit anything.

"You two, you really need to reconsider this." Phaethon covered his forehead. "Although Shangluo being starved to death is the worst-case scenario, Alexander, please don't die either. If you die, the entire Muses Palace will have been built in vain. The Philosopher King system of the Muses Palace was built for you, and all the sages are your advisors. If you and Shangluo starve yourselves to death, how am I going to explain this to Victoria?"

"Then you... let him admit defeat."

Shangluo turned over: "Why don't you admit defeat! It's not too late for us to change to a martial arts competition now!"

"No!" Alexander replied, "How can I beat you! You have Caesar's sword, the Huntsman's hunting knife, and a bunch of killer weapons that I know and don't know. I can compete with you with just one sword. I was hacked to death by you. Today we will compete in drinking."

He looked at Shangluo: "You're not at a loss, right? I set up this puzzle and finally took the initiative to guide you here. I'm sincere enough. In addition, the chips I opened are higher than yours. "Chong, it's up to me to decide how to fight."

"I've already promised you anyway, so it's not your business - so now, what should I do? Keep drinking?"

"Go on, drink!" Alexander held Ptolemy's hand, staggered to his feet, grabbed the cup and drank the fourth cup.

"Hiccup~" He leaned back and lay directly on the ground.

"Referee!" Shangluo raised his hand, "He fell to the ground! He lost consciousness, give him a countdown!"

The dragon-tooth soldier Seleucus standing nearby was the referee. Although he is from Alexander's side, Shangluo can trust him because he has sworn an oath to the Great Styx and the rules are very simple.

He didn't even wait for Shangluo to raise his hand. The moment Alexander fell to the ground, he started counting down according to the rules without hesitation: "Ten! Nine! Eight!"

"Stop counting." Alexander sat up holding on to the floor, "I can still move. The fourth cup is now yours."

Ptolemy immediately filled a cup and handed it to Shangluo. Although there is no tendency from his face, he now obviously hopes that Shangluo will immediately follow his monarch and have a drink.

Shangluo took the horn cup. Now he has three airbags stuffed in his stomach. Although the first one had gradually deflated and seemed to be slightly digested, the next two were still swollen and full after being poured in.

Taking the cup, his hands trembled a little. It's not because I'm afraid, but because I'm so overwhelmed.

"Is this a slapping contest?" Shangluo said helplessly, "Why does it feel like a slapping contest?"

"Are you talking about the game played by the Slavs? That's true. One person slaps each other, and whoever can stand at the end wins. It's pretty much the same as us now. So drink up, it's your turn."

[Alarm. ] Apollonia popped up the window, [The readings show that if you drink this cup, your meridians will burst. 】

"what?"

【See for yourself. Activate your inner vision. Now that the spiritual energy is very abundant, you can see it yourself. 】

Lingtai Fangcun Mountain. Shangluo has been here before, and this is his interior location.

Chapter 807 Flood Release

The interior scenes of ancient monks were usually hermitages in deep mountains and old forests, with fields, huts, and thatched houses at the foot of the mountain, and pavilions and towers on the mountain. But the interior scenes of Shangluo are mirror images of the towns he is familiar with. This is the appearance of the "countryside" he is familiar with. Not only Shangluo, but actually the interior scenes of many monks are getting further and further away from the images drawn on the "interior map", because the "countryside" that everyone perceives is completely different from that of the ancients.

If Han Xingzhi also had an interior scene, his mirror image would actually be similar to Shangluo, but the performance would be different. Although the mountain is not a scenic spot, the foot of the mountain is definitely not a village where chickens and dogs meet each other, but an industrialized countryside connected by railways. There may not be qualified roads in the countryside, but there will definitely be railways connecting here. Because as a completely industrialized country, Ming Dynasty’s industrialization and urbanization were completed quite early. When the numerous branch railways were built in rural areas, the automobile had not even been invented.

Corresponding to the branch railway that Han Xingzhi might have seen, Shangluo saw buses running on rural roads.

After entering the interior scene, Shangluo was still standing at the bus stop entering the town as before. There was a dam erected on the river next to it, which he had seen when he first came here. The river goes against the trend, just like a practitioner going against the will of heaven, relying on the waterwheel to move all the way to the top of Fangcun Mountain.

But now, the river that was originally flowing calmly has become as turbulent as a flood. The water level has risen to the side of the river embankment, and the land near the shore has been splashed by the river water. Waves of water hit the shore one after another, and there were already signs of overflowing at the bend of the river not far away.

This is different from ordinary floods. Because the spiritual energy flow corresponding to this set of rivers flows against the trend to the top of the mountain. If the waterwheels and water pumps did not operate in time, they would be silted up here like now.

Everyone has already taken action. The noble people from Tianyi who look like gloves have already started carrying sandbags by the river. The dam blocking the river has begun to operate at full speed. There is also a row of noble people from Tianyi riding the water wheel. However, such a small amount of manpower is only a drop in the bucket for the raging torrent, and the water flow is still rising.

"Tianjun! You are finally here!" The former young general wearing a white helmet ran over. "If you drink again, I'm afraid something will happen!"

"But, I can't stop drinking. What will happen next if I drink?"

"If you must drink, in order to prevent the meridians from bursting, we can only choose to release the flood."