Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 673: Romance Can’t Kill God

Xiao Hei let out a short hum outside, and the silver bell rang softly. Xingluo looked up and said, "We've arrived just in time. Nicholas and the others are conducting a small-scale raid drill at Xifengkou. Luoluo, let's get ready for the actual combat calibration."

"Received, the cheat is online."

"Don't talk about cheats."

"Okay, okay, let's go."

At the west entrance of Requiem Valley, the wind blew down. Auros, in the clouds, attempted to use the "Sky Thunder Replacement" technique. The Moonfall Blade had to shift its landing point laterally under the pressure of the lightning. Previously, they had always been "deflected half a foot" by the lightning pressure.

"Give me three coordinate corrections." Xingluo whispered.

"The first point is the low point of lightning pressure; the second point is the narrow opening of the ground fissure; the third point is the end of the wind trough." Luo Luo reported clearly, "I gave them a 'moment of delay' in the illusion so that they could land safely."

The silver plate clicked, and a figure landed as if carved into the ground. The shadow dancer slid out from the gap, catching the target's elbow with a single "Wing-Breaking Hook" move. The swordsman sliced ​​through from the other side, his movements smooth as if they had been rehearsed ten times.

"Steady." Atlantis uttered a word.

Oros swooped down, lightning still glittering in his mane. He rarely nodded toward Xingluo and the book in the air, "This time, I won't be biased."

"Thank you, young lady." The old dwarf grinned at the book. "My door frame doesn't need to be repaired for the time being."

"Keep the account." Luo Luo imitated Isabel's tone, "Don't refuse to pay me if someone owes you money in the future."

"I'll remember it for you." Isabel walked over to the book and tapped the back of it. "Now you can absorb a fraction of the holy light and transform it into energy." The halo of "Fallen Divine Power" gently swirled around her. "Don't be greedy when you use it."

"Yes, Queen." Luo Luo saluted nonchalantly, but his eyes were as bright as a child who was really going to the battlefield.

The bustle faded, and the workshop quieted down. Xingluo put away his tools, his fingertips slightly white from holding a pen for so long. Luoluo stood up from the book, stepped along its spine, walked to the edge of the table, sat down, and swung his white legs.

"Let me ask you a question." She suddenly became serious. "Is it worth the trouble to fix me?"

Xingluo said lightly: "Worth it."

"Then I'll be more frugal in the future." She laughed, "tell fewer jokes and do more."

"You can tell jokes," Xingluo glanced at her, "but don't tell them during wartime."

"...Okay." She answered softly, paused, and added cunningly, "But you can do it after the war."

Xingluo didn't answer. Instead, she reached out and gently plucked Xiaohei's silver bell. The clear sound spread into the night, landing on the pages of the book, on the dragon's horns, and even on the tips of Luoluo's hair.

"Go to sleep," he said.

"Yes." Luo Luo went back into the "Xingyuan Record" and half of her head popped out before leaving. "We also need to deduce the combat power of the six wings. That's a big deal."

"You are not allowed to run away before I ring the first bell." Xingluo said.

"Develop slowly and don't waste time. I remember that." She stuck out her tongue, her shadow flashed, and the pages of the book closed, like a black box that had just been repaired, breathing quietly.

Xiao Hei woke up and ran over, glanced sideways, and exhaled a puff of white mist. The mist spread half an inch in the air before dispersing.

Pandora watched this scene from a distance, her eyes softened with laughter: "She is a good girl."

Isabel nodded. "It's a good knife, too. We need every knife to be sharp."

Xingluo didn't respond, simply tucked the "Xingyuan Record" inside his cloak. He preferred calling her Luoluo to the illusionary space or the Xingyuan Record. He looked up at the western sky. There, the image of the gods loomed like thin ice, poised to fall at any moment.

"It's fixed," he said. "You'll need it next time."

Xiao Hei hummed softly, and the silver bell rang again. The night in Requiem Valley seemed to be half-tethered by the sound, peaceful and calm. The repair work was complete, and all that remained was to transform it into a bargaining chip in the war between gods.

Afterwards, Xingluo quickly brought Luoluo into actual combat.

In a battle against a divine messenger, the enemy deployed a field of holy light, and spatial fluctuations became extremely chaotic.

Moonfall Blade's displacement skills failed repeatedly, and the entire team was almost surrounded by the enemy.

At this moment, Luo Luo's voice rang in his mind: "Do you want me to give them some 'assistance'? Don't worry, it's not a buff, it's a correction."

"How to do it?"

"Use the illusion's computing power to its maximum. I'll help them compensate for the coordinate error. This way, their foothold will be stable."

Xingluo nodded imperceptibly: "Okay."

The next moment, the members of the Moonfall Blade suddenly discovered that the landing point of the spatial displacement was unprecedentedly precise, as if an invisible force was pulling them.

They successfully broke through the blockade, killed the enemy and reversed the entire battle situation.

After the battle, Luo Luo appeared in the illusion, and said triumphantly: "See, this is the power of the plug-in."

Xingluo said calmly: "If you indulge in showing off, you will be ruined again."

Luo Luo was stunned for a moment, then curled her lips: "How boring. But... you're right, I will restrain myself."

As Xingluo continues to improve, Luoluo's role becomes more and more important.

Once Xingluo fell into an illusion and prepared to deduce the attack of the messenger of God.

Luo Luo pointed his finger in the air, and hundreds of "God's Messenger Models" instantly appeared around him. Each one was constructed based on the existing intelligence, and their power and means were almost real.

Xingluo said in a deep voice: "Is this your deduction of the illusion?"

Luo Luo nodded: "Yes. You can try your tactics indefinitely in there without actually dying. Although this can't be a complete simulation, it can at least help you find a path to survival."

Xingluo looked at the projections of gods' messengers appearing all over the sky, and his eyes gradually became cold.

"Very good. If the divine messenger can be deduced, then they can be defeated."

Luo Luo smiled: "That's why I chose to help you. The biggest difference between you and the previous one is that you never believe in gods."

During the days in the fantasy world, the two often had conversations.

Sometimes Luo Luo would tease, "You, the demigod candidate, have the temper of a total otaku. You study tactics all day and don't understand romance."

Xingluo responded calmly: "Romance can't kill a god."

Luo Luo rolled her eyes: "But a man with a soul should at least be able to say something naughty, right? If you do this, Pandora will definitely think you are a piece of wood."

Xingluo was stunned for the first time, but he just replied coldly: "I don't live to please women."

Luo Luo laughed so hard that she fell backwards. After she finished laughing, she said softly, "But that's why you can win."

Artifact consciousness does not come without a price.

Every time Luo Luo attacks, he consumes his remaining consciousness.

After the war, she looked a little tired in the illusion, and her figure was sometimes illusory.

Xingluo looked at her: "Will your existence...dissipate?"

Luo Luo spread his hands and smiled cheerfully, "Who knows? Anyway, compared to the previous one's 'wasteful death' method, I can at least help you make some big news. Besides, I'm a divine consciousness, I won't die just like that."

Xingluo said solemnly: "If one day you want to disappear, I will repair you and make you better than you are now."

Luo Luo was slightly startled, then chuckled softly: "...Okay, you can say something nice."

Luo Luo played a key role in the preparation for the assassination of the six-winged angel.

She used the illusionary space to completely recreate the six wings.

In the simulated battle, Xingluo and Arnold practiced repeatedly until they found the assassination method with the least effort.

Luo Luo laughed at himself: "The biggest use of my cheat is to help players refresh the save file. You die again and again, and I help you reload the save file. In real life, there is no chance to reload the save file."

Xingluo rarely responded: "Without you, assassination would not be so simple."

Luo Luo stretched and smiled slyly: "So, you have to admit that you are the protagonist with cheats."

Luo Luo is not a human, but she is more human than many people.

She laughed, scolded, and teased, but at the critical moment, she always stood by Xingluo, using the wisdom of illusion and the power of artifacts to add a strong touch to this war between mortals and gods.

She said something that Xingluo still remembers:

“The gods may seem invincible, but their greatest weakness is that they think they can’t lose.

As mortals, we know from the beginning that we will die, so we dare to risk everything to kill the gods."

Xingluo suddenly remembered that there was a ring in his storage space that could enhance undead magic. Now that the angel puppet had been baptized by energy several times, it could already release magic, and its attributes would not be restricted. He might as well let her practice undead magic, which could greatly increase her combat power. Especially since the angel puppet could already fight independently, he no longer needed to distract himself with its control. If there was another large group of undead that kept increasing in number, even the gods would probably have a headache seeing it.