Chapter 1115 (1/2)
The different magic powers in different slym's corpses seem to indicate the existence characteristics of the ”cosmic will” that constrains his magic power.
”It's amazing.” Ivy rubbed his hands excitedly. The excitement in his eyes shocked all the ladies.
”This guy, is that crazy?”
”I'm afraid.”
”Let him go.”
”Or we can roll him off.”
”No, I mean, we have to be involved in research The difference. ”
”Goodbye, everyone.”
As a result, some of the slym bodies were divided.
Ivy is focused and doesn't care what's going on outside.
At the moment, he put his willpower into the residual lightning magic power in slim's body. Because the subjective will was broken, slim did not resist. Therefore, Ivy easily released these scattered lightning magic powers and a mysterious force that restrained them from breaking up immediately.
Ivy's spirit is so strong that he has to understand and master.
However, it is too weak. When Ivy touched it, he noticed that it was like a candle flickering in the wind, and it seemed that it would be extinguished at any time. And such smallness also led to the gradual loss of lightning magic power. The passing magic power, the mysterious willpower that can be ”contained” after being released, is even rarer It's a process of mutual influence, accelerating the passage of mysterious power and lightning power
Ivy thought he might have caught something.
”Does the will of the universe also need the guidance of subjective will?” He said to himself.
No one answered him, and the girls all went into their own private laboratories. Apart from their interest in this cosmic will, they had a more subtle mind than ivy. I don't want to compare with each other, just hope to get more recognition. It's like a child who has worked hard to get approval from his parents.
Ivy didn't know that at the moment, he was completely attracted by this wonderful force.
In terms of quantity, this force is insignificant, but in terms of quality, it seems to be several orders of magnitude higher than ivy.
This makes him, the man who never admits defeat, has a desire to conquer.
The whole body's cells, as if every one of them is trembling, shouting, great, it is it. Go on, get close to it, understand it, master it, control it, and even one day, kill it, if it doesn't accept it.
Ivy felt a slight pain in his head. It didn't seem very painful, but it was sharp and frightening.
That is to say, the quantity is very small, but it is very harmful to oneself.
This is probably the will of the universe. We should be grateful for its ”weak” in number. If we are at the same level as ourselves, no, even if we only have one percent of our own will, I'm afraid our own will will will be blasted to pieces, right?