I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 254: Praise the **** of all possibilities!
Latest website: Lingping stood at the door, looked at the guest, flashed a flashlight, and slowly walked towards the distant fog.
Soon, she disappeared from her sight.
"Speaking of which, this guest seems to have a story..." Lingping thought.
Her pointed ears, her dress...
Everything proves that this sister Yin and Shang has her own story.
However...
The other party does not want to say, and Lingping will not ask.
Respect for others, this is a very basic quality.
Close the door and pull down the rolling shutter. Lingping looked at the kitten emerging from the back of the counter and touched the little guy's head: "Little boy, go to bed, get up to work tomorrow morning!"
Yes, he must upload the new book as soon as possible, and then put it on the shelves to earn the manuscript fee.
In October, when my aunt came back, the hole had to be filled!
So he put the kitten on the towel at the door.
Then turn off the lights and walk upstairs humming a song.
Crunchy, the old stairs wobbly.
"In the blue sky and galaxy...there is a little white boat..." The young bookstore owner hummed.
In the dark bookstore, countless terrifying pupils opened one after another.
"There is a sweet-scented osmanthus tree on the boat...white rabbits are playing..."
Countless tentacles, flying all over the sky, endless terrifying aura, wantonly rendering.
The entire bookstore, in an instant, became the most terrifying, dangerous and terrifying **** in all the world!
Finally demons and terrible evil creatures that have exterminated the world are present in countless civilizations and world legends.
They waved frantically, falling into the extreme intoxication that they couldn't help themselves in the singing of their master.
As if that song is the horn of destruction!
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Flick the flashlight in your hand.
Sylvanas looked at it, this magical creature.
She doesn't understand how this thing shines.
But, she knows that without this thing, she might be unable to move in this mist.
And, I’m afraid I can’t get out at all!
Go straight forward, walk forward.
Suddenly, a little flame appeared in front.
A faint blue flame surrounds her.
So there was sunlight ahead.
Sylvanas took a step forward and appeared in the sun.
The sun was shining warmly on her, and the mist of morning light surrounded the mountains and forests.
Here is...
Sylvanas is very familiar with this place.
"Yongge Forest!"
This is where she grew up!
It's also where she plays!
It is where she fights!
She is very familiar with every mountain and valley here!
The "Children of the Sun" in his hand opened automatically in the sun, and countless words and symbols jumped out of the book, intertwining a magnificent picture before Sylvanas' eyes.
This is an introductory technique for the Son of the Sun.
Breath the sun and master the basic method of the power of the sun.
The name is: Sacrifice of the Sun!
It is the most perfect and most efficient foundation method finally determined by the children of the sun on their home planet after countless years of exploration and summary.
It is also the most effective solar power practice technique.
Looking at a picture in front of me, listening to a murmur in my ears.
Sylvanas raised her head, she looked up at the sun, the rising dawn.
Stretch your legs together, straighten your arms, symmetrically point your shoulders diagonally above your shoulders, place your five fingers together into your palms, palms outward, and point your fingertips toward the sky diagonally above.
She gently followed the whisper in her ear and said: "Praise the sun!"
Countless words immediately turned into a stream of warmth, pour into her body.
The magnificent lines appeared in the pores of her skin.
Boom boom boom!
The heart beats slowly, and gradually, it turns into a golden heart!
Children of the Sun, use their last power to directly lead Sylvanas to the path of the sun!
She directly became a son of the sun!
The sun fell on her, and a faint golden halo appeared on her surface.
Sylvanas took a deep breath, and the sunlight was swallowed into her body like a breath.
This saved her at least one year of practice!
Sylvanas gently stretched out her hand and held a ray of sunlight.
Then hold more.
The sunlight entangled in her hands into gold strands, like alive.
"Sacred Seal of the Sun!" she said softly.
These golden threads flew to her forehead, and imprinted a shallow mark on Quel'Dorei's forehead.
It was a flame that seemed to be burning forever!
So far, she has truly become a son of the sun.
A soldier who breathes the light and heat of the sun, and vents his terrible power on every enemy of the Son of the Sun!
"Scourge!" The newly born Son of the Sun leaped up to the crown of an ancient tree.
Under the sunshine, she was covered with halo all over her body.
"The eternal sun, protect me!" She leaped forward and galloped towards Silvermoon City.
I don’t know how long I have been away.
But Sylvanas understands that her people and compatriots are waiting for her!
As long as the general ranger survives, he will not abandon her countrymen!
Even if it is dead!
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After taking a bath, Lingping turned off the light and lay on the bed.
I don't know why, he seems to be fascinated, humming that song.
"In the blue sky and the Milky Way... there is a little white ship..."
In the singing, he slowly fell asleep.
And even in the dream, this song still seems to be humming.
"There is an osmanthus tree on the boat, and the white rabbit is playing..."
During the humming in the dream, Lingping felt more and more that it was necessary for him to compose this song again.
So he saw himself and appeared on a grand and sacred stage.
Countless enthusiastic audiences in the audience are waiting for this grand performance.
It's just that they can't clearly see what they look like.
And beside Lingping'an, many musicians are watching him.
It seems that in this dream, he is the soul of the whole band.
"Um..." Lingping looked at this dream, feeling a little at a loss.
But...
Countless sincere eyes are waiting.
Countless musicians are waiting.
They are all looking forward to a great performance.
Also all are waiting, an unparalleled auditory feast.
This makes Lingping a bit embarrassed.
He looked in front of him.
It was a weird and weird bass drum.
Looking at this big drum, Ling Ping'an suddenly showed countless inspirations.
Boom!
He gave a pat.
The band immediately began to play.
It is a wilderness music that cannot be described by words or words.
The harsh flute sound penetrated everything.
The sharp flute sound almost tears the eardrum.
The piano is completely messy, like thunder.
Countless dancers, dancing dances that people can't understand at all.
But the audience in the audience screamed like crazy.
It seems that this great splendid dance party has already begun.
They are all immersed in it.
Even if the spirit is peaceful, he is infected by this atmosphere.
He discovered that he didn't really need to understand music theory.
He beat the drums casually, and the audience was very happy.
It's a bit like traffic people. Even if they go out of tune, even if they sing awkwardly, fans will pay, be intoxicated, and applaud.
Brother is awesome!
The goose is amazing!
Brother's music is unmatched!
This makes Lingping really very comfortable.
"It seems...Although I usually hate traffic..." He has to admit: "But...if I become traffic...I will be very happy too!"
Think carefully, it seems that people are like this.
Many things, I watched it myself, and I always complained and disgusted.
But once I became the hero of that story.
So...
It smells so good!
Although I understand this is just a dream!
But he also started to get involved.
Who doesn't want to become the central focus of many people's expectations and countless people?
Who doesn't want to be worshipped and trusted by countless people?
Now, standing on the stage of dreams.
Under the spotlight.
Feel the enthusiasm of the countless audience in the audience.
Ling is peacefully excited.
He patted that bass drum at will!
Boom boom boom!
The audience in the audience was as crazy as they were, and the harsh screams and the tsunami-like screams continued!
The band on stage is completely crazy.
The flute is long, the flute is high, and the piano is frantic!
Ling Ping An became more confident with this encouragement.
He patted the bass drum, like a real artist, plunged into it.
Although, in fact, the sound of his drums is completely nonsense.
Rhythm?
The tone?
No need!
You only need to shoot as you like, and hit as you like.
The audience's requirements are really low!
As long as he beats the drums, it is enough to hear the drums.
As for the others? Not important at all!
This makes Lingping really happy.
He was completely involved in it.
Knocked and knocked, and he started singing.
"In the blue sky and galaxy...there is a little white ship..." he hummed.
The drums began to have rhythm and rhythm.
Although it is still messy, but at least there is a basic rhythm.
This drove the audience and the other members of the band into a madness.
The feeling to Lingping is that it is like a certain news scene I have seen.
Avid fans, watching the traffic on stage.
The flow took out a lipstick from his pocket, smeared his lips enchantingly, and then threw it to the fans in the audience.
The fans are crazy!
"Brother! Brother!"
"The moth...the moth!"
They screamed and yelled frantically.
This moment is even crazier than the moment Ling Ping'an had ever seen.
Amid his humming, the audience was completely crazy.
The band on the stage was even more hysterical.
They played musical instruments tirelessly and frantically.
The harsh flute sound, mixed with the flute that makes people’s eardrums tear apart, entered a state of seemingly eternal playing in the completely disorderly sound of the piano.
Countless lights are focused on the stage.
Ling Ping An excitedly beating the drum.
At this moment, he feels that he is the world, and the world is himself!
This feels great!
"Maybe...I have the potential to become a super traffic!" The young bookstore owner thought triumphantly in his dream.
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Boom boom boom!
The sound of sacred drums came from the steel altar.
The will of the spirit of all mechanisms surrounds this sacred altar.
The great sacred joy resounded on this holy altar.
In this great sacred joy, every citizen of machinery, believer of steel, felt the carnival of the nano-cells in his body.
Countless mechanical organs are intoxicated.
Kneeling in front of the altar, countless mechanical mantras emerged on the body of the iron nun Elizabeth.
The mechanical scriptures in her hands exude endless light.
This ray of light covers the sky and the sun, and goes straight to the sky.
Even the sky that was obscured by the power of the evil **** cannot be obscured now.
The great will of the Spirit of All Machines rudely shred everything!
The sacred voice of steel echoes in the sky, the earth, and every corner.
In this great divine voice.
Elizabeth understands, the oracle of the spirit of all things.
So she stood up.
The will of steel is rendered on the holy mechanical nun, the holy steel bhikuni.
She turned around, and the great power of immortal steel emerged from her sacred body.
A pair of sacred wings full of mechanical beauty and steel power spread out from behind her, and the holy steel feathers surround the blessing of the spirit of all things.
This blessing is so sacred!
So that every citizen of machinery, believer of steel, feels a burst of admiration from the deepest part of every nano cell and mechanical organ in the body.
This is their savior!
The great spirit of omnipotence in the mortal substitute!
The great steel angel of immortality!
St. Elizabeth!
This is the decision of the Spirit of All Machines!
"What is the expectation of the Spirit of Alchemy?" In the Voice of Steel, Elizabeth asked each of her people, the lamb of the Alchemy.
"Blood and flesh are bitter and weak, and steel is eternal!" The believers answered in unison, their voices full of strength and determination.
"What is the teaching of the Spirit of Almighty?" The steel wings behind Elizabeth opened completely, and a Gatling cannon appeared on her wings.
Iron takes care of her.
St. Elizabeth!
"To face everything with absolute materialism and absolute reason!"
"How should we repay the spirit of all chance?" Layers of steel armor appeared on Elizabeth's body.
This makes her a huge mechanical Titan.
She looked down at everyone coldly.
"Let us fight and die!" The believers screamed before this miracle: "For the spirit of all possibilities!"
In the sacred steel altar, one after another mechanical guards climbed out.
Elizabeth's steel wings began to shake.
She drew a huge steel blade.
"Then fight!"
"For the Spirit of All Opportunities!"
"From today, we will fight the Cthulhu in an endless battle!"
"Until they are all killed and completely driven out of our world!"
"Because they dare to blaspheme the great spirit of all chance!"
"I assure you..."
The steel angel said loudly, her holy voice spread throughout the electronic cochlea of every believer, echoing in their quantum mastermind.
"Every warrior who fights for the Spirit of Almighty will receive the honor he deserves!"
"And everyone who is afraid or even betrays on the battlefield will be swallowed up by the anger of machinery and steel!"
With her oath, endless mantras emerged on the sacred steel altar.
The will of machinery and steel is beyond doubt!
Fight for the spirit of all machines!
So, the entire North American continent, countless people of steel, understood the true meaning of machinery and steel.
At this time, each of them knelt down and began to pray devoutly.
"Bell the big bell once, push the lever, start the piston and the engine..."
The sacred prayer penetrated the sky.
The endless iron will enveloped the whole world.
In the unison prayer of millions of people.
The divine power begins to resonate.
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Countless poisonous gases fill the entire atmosphere.
Countless steel buildings stand on the ground.
The sea here has evaporated.
The rivers and lakes have already dried up.
Here is the Griffin No. 5 of Casting World.
It is the forged world reconstructed in this barren galaxy by the mechanical priests who escaped from the defeat of Griffin IV.
It is also a forging world that has lost contact with the empire for more than thousands of years.
But they are still here.
Mechanical priests, with a will of steel, stand here.
For the creation of the world, but also for Omnisia.
Under the ground, a steel pipe stands in a staggered manner.
The servants shuttled among them.
In the deepest part of the earth, in the core.
The mechanical bishop stood on the steel platform, overlooking everything in the casting world.
Now, it's prayer time!
"Bell the big bell once, push the lever, start the piston and the engine..."
All the members of the Mechanical God sect are singing religiously.
Include Bishop Almunia.
This is a routine prayer.
The huge gear is slowly turning, and the huge forging hammer is constantly beating.
The hot red molten iron flows in every pipe.
The mechanical bishop prayed while watching everything.
Today's machine spirit remains the same.
Suddenly...
The whole casting world seems to be shaking.
The huge gear is spinning at an unprecedented speed.
The hot red molten iron is boiling and reveling!
The huge and incomparable hammers are beating everything at an unprecedented speed.
The efficiency of the entire casting world has reached an unprecedented level at this moment!
Machine Bishop Almunia looked up.
His electronic pupils, seeing all the equipment, cheered.
There is also enthusiasm in the eyes of the servants.
The servants who had lost their thinking ability suddenly began to pray neatly.
"Bell the big bell once, push the lever, start the piston and the engine..."
All the machinery in the entire casting world roared at the same time: "Bell the big bell once, push the lever, start the piston and the engine..."
Among all the steel, there is the sacred voice of steel.
Boom boom boom...
That is the Spirit of All Machines talking!
Boom boom boom...
That is the will of the great Omnisia!
Almunia knelt down religiously.
All the mechanical priests knelt down religiously.
They are kissing the Iron Land~IndoMTL.com~ Praise the God of Alchemy! "They worshipped piously.
Machine Soul Joy!
For their loyalty and for their wisdom!
So the will of steel came.
"I am the spirit of all possibilities..."
"The immortality of steel and machinery!"
"I also steamed and riveted more..."
"More is good, big is beautiful..."
"I have no Gatlin Bodhisattva, the Savior of Great Compassion!"
Steel is singing in Brahman, machinery is singing.
The will of the great spirit of omnipotence fills every inch of space!