Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 670: The Realm of God

With the touch of the falling stars, the static fragrance began to flow again, but instead of spreading, it was compressed into a thin line and shot straight into the distance.

The fragrance hit a stone, and the surface of the stone was instantly covered with cracks, as if it had been eroded by hundreds of years of weathering.

Pandora's pupils contracted: "This is... accelerated death!"

Xingluo nodded. "The Hades Flower collects soul residue, and I can accelerate the passage of time for these residues. Anything it touches will die of old age in an instant."

After the cooperation of the three, the Hades Flower was proved to be able to be transformed into three combat uses.

Blood Rage Flower Mist, the combination of the Hades Flower and blood, can create an aroma that stimulates the nerves of warriors and makes them enter a state of rage.

The downside is the loss of sanity, but if used in conjunction with the Taboo, the effects may be even more terrifying.

The Fallen Wreath, a combination of the Chthon flower and the fallen divine power, can transform holy light into gray energy, weakening the spells of enemy clergy.

In the war between gods, this is almost the only way to directly counter the blessing of gods.

Space-Time Flower Line. The combination of the Dark Flower and Space-Time spells can compress the breath of death and transform it into a linear attack.

Any target that is hit will instantly age and collapse.

Once these three uses are put into the battlefield, they will become powerful weapons for mortals to fight against gods.

However, the Hades Flower is not without cost.

During the experiment, Pandora's blood ring began to become unstable, and the petals actually absorbed her life force.

If Xingluo had not frozen time and space in time and separated the flower from the blood ring, she might have collapsed on the spot.

There was also something unusual about Isabel's wreath.

When her power of corruption became too strong, the Hades Flower actually tried to devour her soul, as if to turn her into a part of the flower.

Xingluo concluded solemnly, "The Dark Flower is, after all, a remnant of divinity. It won't be easily controlled by mortals. We can use it, but we can't rely on it."

After discussion, the three of them made a decision:

The flower of the underworld cannot be cultivated on a large scale. It must remain on the battlefield, awakened by death.

Mercenaries can collect small amounts during key battles and use them as special weapons.

The user must be powerful enough, such as a time and space mage. If ordinary people come into direct contact with it, they are likely to be counterattacked.

Xingluo gave his final order: "The Hades Flower is a 'hidden weapon' used by mortals against the gods, but it cannot become a reliance. We want to destroy divine authority, not cling to another dead god."

As night falls, the wind blows through the sea of ​​flowers.

Countless black petals swayed, and the fragrance filled the air again.

Pandora whispered, "You know? This scent makes me feel... like the dead are still with us."

Isabel smiled faintly: "Maybe it is true. The Hades Flower is their funeral."

Xingluo did not respond, he just reached out and rang the silver bell on the little black horn.

The crisp sound of the bells passed through the sea of ​​flowers, intertwined with the fragrance of the flowers, as if telling the world:

Even death can be a strength.

Even if the gods are wiped out, the seeds of resistance can be left behind.

It was a unique dream.

When Xingluo was practicing in seclusion, he was suddenly pulled into an illusion by a strange wave.

The illusion is a boundless sea of ​​books, with countless volumes flying around, and the words seem to be alive and wriggling in the air.

In the very center, a young girl sits cross-legged on the pages of a huge book.

She looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, her white dress fluttering in the wind, her black hair slightly messy, but her eyes revealed an incongruous maturity and cunning.

The girl looked up and frowned when she saw Xingluo. "Finally, someone's here? I've been waiting for so long, I almost thought I'd be stuck in this damn place forever. Who are you? A new player?"

Xingluo was stunned: "...Player?"

The girl immediately waved her hand. "Ah, forget it, forget it. I forgot you don't say that here. Then let me put it another way: Are you the new contractor?"

Xingluo said in a deep voice: "Who are you? Where is this place?"

The girl spread her hands and smiled slyly, "Me? My name is Luo Luo. My former owner was a time traveler. Now, only this little consciousness is left, living in the artifact. It's like... half a living person."

She paused, her tone suddenly serious: "Remember one thing - develop slowly, don't waste time. My previous owner always told me that, but in the end, he wasted time just to save me, and then he was finished."

Luo Luo's tone was a little low when she said this, maybe because it had been too long, and she soon recovered.

Xingluo's eyes moved, and he secretly confirmed: This is indeed not an ordinary artifact consciousness.

The divine artifact that Luo Luo was inhabiting was called "Xingyuanlu" by its previous owner.

It looks like a pitch-black book, but it can unfold into an illusionary space, pulling the holder into it.

Luo Luo sighed, "Originally, my previous contractor and I were twins. That guy... traveled through time. He was just too eager to prove himself, and ended up showing up too early in front of the gods, and was crushed alive by their power."

When she said this, a complex look flashed across her eyes. "I retained a trace of consciousness, which is why I was not annihilated. Now that this artifact has fallen into your hands, it can be considered fate."

Xingluo was silent for a moment: "What can you do for me?"

Luo Luo's eyes instantly brightened, and her voice became playful: "Hey, what I'm best at is helping you grow!"

Xingluo: "...Speak human language."

Luo Luo blinked: "Okay, let's be serious. Now that you want to fight against the gods, I will sign a contract with you, and I can provide you with at least three kinds of help:

Illusion deduction, I can simulate the battlefield, digitize the enemy and the environment, and let you practice in the illusion first. Even the data of the gods can be simulated. Of course, I still need your help to repair this aspect, after all, I was crippled by the God of Light at that time.

The artifact 'Xingyuanlu' can record and seal a portion of the power of the gods. As long as you have access to it, I can save it for you for future analysis, or even copy the divine skills.

Intervene during wartime. Although I cannot attack directly, I can amplify spatial fluctuations when you and Xiao Hei are fighting together, making your spacetime magic more stable and powerful."

She paused and smiled slyly: "Simply put, I'm a cheat. But don't think you can just rely on me mindlessly, cheats can also freeze."

Xingluo smiled for the first time: "Your tone is different from others."

Luo Luo spread her hands. "My previous master was from another world, and his speaking style was pretty much the same as yours. It's just... you're better than that person. At least you're calm and don't mess around."

The dream ended, and Xingluo suddenly discovered that he could summon Luoluo to his side at will. This was the result of formally signing the contract. The next step was how to repair Luoluo.

Late at night in Requiem Valley, the light curtain of the Starlight Tower sank into the sky. Xiao Hei dozed at the entrance of Requiem Valley, the twin silver bells on his dragon horns trembling softly from time to time. In the alchemy workshop, firelight and cold light intertwined as dwarf craftsmen, academy instructors, and shadow dancers came and went, all of them keeping their steps and voices low.

In the center of the long table, a pitch-black book lay quietly open. Its back was cracked, a faint light seeping through the cracks that didn't belong to a book. Its pages resembled scales, their edges grayed from being burned by some divine power. Luo Luo sat beside the pages, her white dress half-faded, as if she had just awakened from a long nightmare.

"Let me be clear first," she looked up at Xingluo, her usual playful expression on her face, "I'm not broken, I'm... well, I'm experiencing severe frame drops."

"Stop teasing." Xingluo pulled his gloves tighter, his face expressionless. "You and the previous owner's alliance with the God of Light went head-on. The core of the 'Star Abyss Record' has suffered two shocks: the erosion of the divine order and the return of the Mirror Realm. Now it's like a house with a hollowed-out wall. It can hold up, but it will collapse at the slightest gust of wind."

The "Mirror Realm" first appeared in the middle of the Great Magic Age. It was created by the God of Light himself and is part of the authority of the Alliance Gods.

The mirror represents the refraction and extension of the order of light. Any entity that enters the mirror domain will be "mirrored," producing a mirror image that is identical to the original entity.

Domain represents the area opened up by the gods, which goes beyond ordinary divine arts. In the divine domain, the gods are invincible, so we must avoid being pulled into the divine domain, or release our own divine domain by the gods who also control the divine domain.

The Mirror Realm is the divine realm developed by the Lord of Light. It is only used by gods who have not yet mastered the divine realm, so its power is not very strong, but it is far beyond the realm of human demigods.

When the Mirror Domain unfolded, the sky and earth seemed polished into a single mirror, "copying" both friend and foe. These mirror images weren't illusions, but real, real versions of themselves, possessing 70% of their true power, enough to overwhelm most mortal legions. This, to some extent, compensated for the lack of gods while severely diminishing humanity's numerical advantage.