Chapter 1171 (1/2)
When the light of transmission dissipated, Su Ming found that the situation in the temple of knowledge was slightly different from what he had imagined.
Rows of bookshelves soar into the sky, while the ground is full of books and scrolls, almost no place for people to settle down.
These are the stories of the gods, which record their origin, growth, fall, as well as their happiness and sadness.
Compared with the dimension demons, the second generation gods are closer to human beings. They have stronger desires and more intuitive feelings than human beings. They will be happy and sad, and they seldom cover up. This is the reason why Su Ming doesn't hate them very much.
It's not annoying to the test object.
Although many of the gods despise mortals because of their own strength, but once you show their strength, they think it's super fast. They are very aware of the current situation, and their long life has given them extraordinary wisdom.
However, many gods have not changed their chances of appeasement after finding that the butcher of gods is not easy to be provoked. The gods that are sought by ger are basically eaten by black sword.
The temple of knowledge sounds very tall, but in fact it is equivalent to the household registration center of all the ancient gods and the second generation gods in the universe. If you want to find some rare magic or advanced technology, you will come to the wrong place. There are no those here, only a variety of stories.
The fire in the building is not big. Even if the Secretary and scroll are ignited, the burning speed is far lower than that of ordinary paper.
They smell good when they burn, and they have a kind of ink aroma.
”God, Space folding technology?” PIM sighed, and his ant's head went round and round, praising the special environmental technology.
Each bookshelf here looks like a skyscraper. The bookshelves and the gaps between them constitute a city as big as New York. There are more books here than stars in the universe, but the whole building is not so big from the outside.
Su Ming knows that this is an occupational disease, but PIM has a look. It is impossible to understand the Space folding technology based on the current technology of human beings.
A primitive man saw that the spaceship had nothing to do except exclamation. It was impossible for him to fly into the sky.
”There are people fighting over there.”
The strangulation sensed the vibration, and it transmitted the message silently into the host's mind.
”That way, go!” Su Ming didn't doubt the hanging, so he let his cloak fly to the other side.
Through rows of bookshelves, over stacks of books, the flame slowly spread, and from time to time there are sporadic symbionts climbing down from the dark place, just like a licker in the biochemical crisis.
Su Ming is separated from the team of several people, but it is enough to have monak take care of the new people.
He turned a corner and saw a thin old man pounding the head of a symbiont with a huge book.
The symbiont is not afraid of puncturing and chopping, but it is generally resistant to blunt hammering. Such violent shocks occur on the head, which can not be withstood by ordinary offspring.
The old man seems thin and weak, but listening to the thunder like sound of the strike, we can know that his strength is about 100 tons at each stroke. If the enemy were not symbiotic, he would have died long ago and might have been hit on the ground.
The old God, with a fierce face and a blue robe dyed with blood, was playing with monsters and saying rubbish in an elegant and easy-going manner. The universal translator was not able to translate its meaning completely, but the main idea was that he was greeting the immediate relatives of the enemy, saying that he would poke stars into the chrysanthemums of their mother bodies.