MTL - Devil Seeds-Chapter 722 time travel?

  Chapter 722 Time travel?

  Ke Xiaoliang took back the Sun Wheel, but he has absolutely no sense of responsibility for the various chaos that happened on the mountain of corpses of the Ten Demon Sects today.

  As the Demon Master currently served by the Demon Sect, Ke Xiaoliang just wanted to experiment with the Origin Tool he had just obtained, so what bad intentions could he have?

   Regarding the usage of the Sun Wheel, of course it is more than that.

  Like Molly's Moon Wheel, under Molly's extreme urging, she gave birth to the Moon Snow that obscured her vision.

  Ke Xiaoliang's Sun Wheel, after refining to a certain level, will definitely unlock more functions.

   While refining the Sun Wheel, Ke Xiaoliang sank his consciousness into the world of Turin's dream.

  After ringing the bell for the first time, the dream in Turin continued to sink, and the depth of the dream would no longer be easily shaken.

  Similarly, a large amount of logic that did not exist in the first place has also begun to take root in this world.

  Absurdity becomes the underlying color, and the surface adds a rational luster as a cover.

  The world has been reorganized for three hundred years.

  After the disaster, the surviving creatures came out of the nest of refuge one after another.

  The disaster brought death to this world where the concept of "death" did not exist. Those crazy "closed beta players" were sealed in the depths of history in the name of the creator gods.

  When a savage wind blows through the barren forest.

  Under the green vines spreading in the valley, a half-elf boy dressed in crude animal skins woke up from his confusion.

   "I... still alive?" The little boy shook his head, and the scene in front of him seemed a little vain because of his erratic spirit.

   Shaking his head vigorously, the little boy finally cheered up: "I'm still alive! And... the half of my shattered cheek doesn't hurt anymore. Did the imperial military develop a new cultivation nutrient solution?"

  The little boy recalled carefully, and then remembered his identity.

"I survived, Captain Tu Youfang of the Nohan Empire's Third Legion. But I seemed to have escaped from the battlefield and was thrown to a strange planet. I didn't feel the signal of the biological network, the miniature biological intelligence rooted in the cerebral cortex, There was no reaction at all, where am I...?"

   "What have I...been through?"

  Tu Youfang shook her head vigorously, then slowly got up.

  He felt his memory was fragmented.

   It seems that many parts are missing, and there are some very bizarre silhouettes, which cannot be seen clearly but always flash in my mind.

   "Al! Al!" Weird accent, weird voice from far to near.

  An elf wrapped in clothes woven from leaves jumped quickly on the treetops. When he saw Tu Youfang, who was wearing animal skins, standing still under the vines, he immediately showed anger.

"Ale! I thought you understood the priest's words. You are just a half-elf, and you have the dirty blood of the original people in your body, so you will never be able to wake up the ancient tree and become a tree whisperer with a tree man contract. .” A string of words that Tu Youfang could not understand rang out with strange frequencies and syllables.

  Tu Youfang looked blankly at the elf standing on the treetop.

  Under the sun, the elf's whole body seemed to be glowing, with a slender figure, delicate face, and slender ears...all of which made it impossible for Tu Youfang to discern what the 'attribute' of the humanoid life in front of him was.

   "Are you being silly again?"

"You mixed races... are troublesome. The inherited memories always conflict with each other, and your head doesn't turn around at every turn. I hope you don't suddenly explode your head like your companions. That's really disgusting." The elf said to This Tu Youfang was talking to herself.

  Tu Youfang was listening carefully to every syllable uttered by the elf.

  According to the knowledge Tu Youfang learned in military school, most languages ​​in the universe have fixed rules, and often the common words and sentences are not as many as imagined.

  As long as he memorizes with his heart, and then observes his words, he may be able to understand a small amount of vocabulary in a short time.

   "It's a pity that the brain doesn't seem to be there anymore, otherwise, I can use it to analyze this language..." Tu Youfang's thoughts fell, and a familiar buzzing sound sounded in her head.

   That is the sound of restarting the brain after shutdown.

  The next moment, a familiar little girl's voice sounded in Tu Youfang's mind.

   "Brain Steward, Cohen Ten is officially open, please enter the account name."

  Tu Youfang quickly entered her complicated account name, and at the same time applied for permission to verify military rank.

  "The account login was successful, the request for network access failed, the request for permission failed, the request for permission failed...."

   "According to Article 11 of the Survival Law, please confirm whether to destroy the brain immediately, or apply for temporary permission."

  Tu Youfang immediately chooses: "Apply for temporary permission."

   "Temporary authority has been granted. According to the Law of Survival, if you cannot log in to the Internet again after ten days, all non-routine data in the records will be destroyed. Please search the Internet quickly and obtain formal authorization. I wish you all the best."

  The mechanical sound disappeared, and Tu Youfang let out a long breath.

  No matter where he is now, the restart of his brain gave him some confidence.

   "Smart brain! Quickly record unknown languages, analyze the rules, and then form teaching materials. Can the experiment directly form information perfusion." Tu Youfang gave instructions to the smart brain.

  The elf on the other side was already impatient. He stood on the treetop and blew his whistle.

  In an instant, the vines around Tu Youfang started to swim.

  In the blink of an eye, a huge ancient tree turned into a huge treant.

  The tree man stretched out the palms turned from branches and leaves, and held Tu Youfang in his hands.

   "It doesn't matter, I will take you back first."

   "There are too few original people now, and even you mixed-races have become treasures."

   "Most of the ruins need the blood of the original people..." The elf was still talking.

  And what he said was recorded by Tu Youfang with his brain.

  At this moment, Tu Youfang looked at herself carefully, touching her hair, ears and face.

  Through the character modeling formed by the intellectual brain, I know my current external image.

   "It's different... I've changed?"

   "No... I'm wearing it?" Tu Youfang also read online novels before, and she is very familiar with the routines in this kind of novels.

   Of course Tu Youfang didn't wear it!

  He is a 'closed beta player' who once signed a contract with Ke Xiaoliang and later became a member of the Turin Theogony.

   Of course in this world, his identity is one of the creator gods.

  Under Ke Xiaoliang's interference, Tu Youfang's follow-up memories of embarking on the road of cultivation and becoming a true immortal have been scattered and sealed, and all he remembers are his memories of being a mortal.

  As for the intellectual brain he opened, it is not the real intellectual brain.

   Rather, he scatter and shatter authority, following his reincarnation and becoming concrete.

  Under the strong demand of his will, the shattered sliver of authority has turned into a brain, which will help him quickly get used to and familiarize himself with this new and restarted world.

  (end of this chapter)