Cthulhu Gonfalon

What is the most wonderful flight method in the world?

By plane? hot air balloon? Powered parachute? Bungee jumping?

Flying mount? Your own wings? Magic anti-gravity? Fighting is empty?

Perhaps people have imagined all sorts of weird and incredible flight methods, but probably no one would think of the thing of "live in a god's belly."

"It's incredible!"

Looking through the window that Yuxiong deliberately left, the long sky was clear, but the strange landscape below the clouds, the thunder could not help but widen his eyes, like a greedy child, watching everywhere, wanting to put this ordinary person all his life. The scenery that is impossible to see is firmly imprinted in the heart.

After a long time, when the eyes were a little sore, he left the window and returned to his "seat". He asked the Silty who was dozing off: "Why don't you feel excited? Is it usually flying around? , used to see such a scene?"

Steyr yawned and said in a confused way: "Where can I fly so high... This is all flying over the clouds..."

"Then why are you not excited?"

"I didn't sleep well yesterday... Don't bother me!"

Lei has suddenly realized that this guy from the night before last night, has been **** with a tight circle to avoid the evil thoughts, but of course she can not restrain her thoughts full of chaos, basically all day They all circulate in the process of "hearts and evils - headaches - honesty - heart and evil thoughts". It was not until the final tightening of the hoop was modified that it was considered peaceful.

At that time, she was not tired because she wanted to climb the mountain. When I am free now, the accumulated fatigue will come to my heart, and it will be a ghost if I am not sleepy!

After he figured it out, he wouldn't bother Stil, and took the book to pass the time.

He had a habit of carrying books with him, but he rarely read books. Over the years, he has not been fighting and killing, but he has been running around. Even if he has some leisure time, he will most often urge himself to exercise and prepare for the next adventure and battle. However, the current environment makes him really afraid to exercise, and the result is that he can only read books.

The work of this book is very beautiful, the yellow-brown parchment is tightly bound by the silver frame and will never be deformed. The black cover is inlaid with gold silk, and the fine gemstone used as a decoration adds a touch of luxury to it.

But for those who are truly knowledgeable, the signature of the scribe under the title is the real value of the book.

The transcript of this book is a legendary mage - of course, when he copied this book, he was still a young scholar, and he has not really entered the mysterious magic hall.

There is no papermaking on the main plane, and the materials used in the books are mostly parchment. Every piece of paper means that a piece of sheepskin of the same size is consumed, and perhaps a higher value than the sheepskin itself. This makes the price of books very expensive, and the average civilian is rarely seen once in a year.

In addition to sheepskin, cloth is also a good writing material. However, it is not suitable for making books, and is generally only used to make things such as notices and rewards.

Writing on paper is a technical task, except for the use of spells specifically for this invention, which can only be copied by scholars. The text of the spell record is neat and clear, but lacks the artistic beauty, so there is no value other than books. Some rigorous collectors even admit that manuscripts are books, and they are dismissive of books that are copied by magic.

This is a rare epic, and there is nothing special about the content. However, its graceful brushstroke itself is a manifestation of art, and the identity of the author has greatly increased its value, enough to enter the ranks of "treasures."

When Ray was away from home, he was alone, except for the sword in his hand, only this book was precious. He has been violently displaced over the years, but even in the most lonely times, he has not moved the idea of ​​selling this book.

If the sword is his comrade-in-arms, then the book is the comfort of his heart. Only by seeing this book will he remember the calm and peaceful life of the past, and he will not feel that his childhood is just a dream.

Although, he rarely reads books.

The sun coming in through the window was clear and bright, and Lei An sat quietly in his seat, carefully looking at the epic on the page, chewing on the thrilling history contained in the verse, and sometimes as a poet. The elaborate words are awesome. If you don't know his origins, just look at his appearance at the moment, clearly a scholar, but also full of the elegance of the nobility.

When Stewart woke up, he saw this scene.

Lei’s appearance is actually very good-looking. The “facelift” that Yuxiong gave him is not indiscriminate, but is carefully carved according to the principles of art, which makes his face not only slightly deliberately carved and uncoordinated. In addition, almost perfect. And as the days passed, this sense of disharmony slowly disappeared after his repeated anger and sorrow. At this moment, he can be called a top-notch beauty man. He has to wear modern clothes and walk on the bustling streets. I don’t know how many women will let their eyes shine.

At the very least, Stil is now shining on both eyes, and the hungry wolf is generally green.

Perhaps the exhalation she gave was too strong, and the thunder that was being read was awakened. He took the book without hesitation and knocked on the wall next to him.

"Your Majesty," he asked. "I’m thinking about it here, isn’t it?”

Yuxiong had not had time to answer, and Steyr had shouted and lay still on the ground.

"...I haven't chanted yet!"

"Actually, I think the two of you have a good relationship." Yan Xiong said with a smile, "It's very tacit."

Ray's face suddenly became dark: "I have a tacit understanding with her?! Under the jellyfish god, your observation and understanding of human beings is not enough!"

"Maybe." Yan Xiong did not entangle the problem, but instead used magic to synthesize an electronic sound, echoing in the "cockpit".

“Guests please note that the Jellyfish flight over the Broken Cloud Mountains is about to land. Please fasten your seat belt and take care of your child. Please check your belongings, turn off your mobile phone and other electronic products, thank you for your cooperation.”

This passage is round and can be used on airplane flights on Earth. However, in this different world where no one knows Chinese, it only attracts two passengers.

"What is this spell?" Ray asked.

"Maybe something went wrong?" Stil's thought was a bit pessimistic. "Our height is falling, is it going to fall?"

Yan Xiong sighed and couldn’t help but feel the frustration of the blind eyes.

The "Jellyfish Airship" quickly landed slowly, because the male cockpit kept the air pressure in the cockpit at a normal level. The two passengers did not feel the same as the stun and tinnitus on the earth, and certainly not the nose hurts the ear. pain. Yan Xiong could not help but secretly imagine: "If this technology can be used on the plane of the earth..."

However, this is impossible, because the aircraft on the earth, the outer shell is absolutely impossible to be as strong as the body of the jellyfish, able to withstand the huge pressure generated by the different air density inside and outside the cabin at high altitude.

With a light collision, the "airship" landed smoothly on the ground, and a portal was opened on the bulkhead. The two "passengers" sorted out things and carefully walked out.

Outside the door is a flat rock, and there is still no melting snow nearby, which shows that the terrain is quite high. The lush woods start from the distant hillside and extend to the end of the earth. The horizon formed by blue and green looks so clear.

This is obviously the southern part of the Broken Cloud Mountains. It is said that the ancient forest that existed since the birth of the world is called the "Taigu Forest".

From "boarding" to "landing", this trip will take only a few hours. In fact, Yan Xiong can completely compress the time to a shorter time. He can even cross the Broken Mountain Range in just a few minutes, but the dense magic of the high altitude makes him feel very comfortable, so he slows down and uses it as if walking. The speed is moving in the sky, and it took so long.

Ray and Stil are certainly not aware of this. They only know that even the stalwart mountains of the scorpio, which are the best of the top, are easily overstepped, and there is no difficult trek. There was no sinister battle, not even a long journey. The whole process was nothing more than Stil's sleep, and Ray looked at the book.

It’s as easy as resting in a hotel.

"The power of the gods is really unpredictable!" Ray could not help but sigh. "Your Majesty, if you are not so unreliable, there must be many believers!"

"Actually, I originally had a lot of believers." Yan Xiong said, "In the north, hundreds of people have been recruited."

"I am not talking about people who sing praises for money or shelter, but from people who respect you to believe in you." Lei stressed, "The former, as long as you are willing to spend money, you can do as much. But only after Can you truly claim to be yours."

Yan Xiong smiled indifferently. He didn't really care about this at all.

If he believes in anything, he really can't see any benefit.

According to the rules of the gods, people can be trusted by them. But he never felt the "power of faith". For him, being believed by others is nothing more than being praised, and you can get spiritual happiness.

Some people believe, of course, very good. No one believes, in fact, it is no big deal. In the final analysis, nothing more than a face problem.

This may be like the proverb on the earth. The Buddha fights for a scent, and the fight is nothing more than a face. That's all.

Although I have lived in this world for a long time, although I already have the great power of the gods, although many people believe in it like a god, it is not a **** that has truly transformed into this world.

In essence, he is still the soul from the earth, and has never changed.