Chapter 36: Weaver, the future

Lu Zhengkang pulled out the bone nail and chopped it on the sneaker’s armor. There was only a ding sound, completely unable to break the defense. The crazy beast raised the armor, exposing the white head under the mask, and the two pieces were separated. His armor swiftly waved, causing a turmoil, and the guillotine slashed over like a drop.
Lu Zhengkang teleported and retreated, and the sneaky followers sprinted forward for a certain distance with every blow, with a wide range of slashes. After three knives failed to make a contribution, he hurriedly put away the armor, and once again blocked his weakness. Yan Shishi then backed away and pulled away, the eyes under the mask with a cold and precise killing intent.
Lu Zhengkang grasped the rhythm of his attack, once again nailed the opponent's mask, and instantly backed away. The moment the sneakers opened the armor and slashed, Lu Zhengkang pierced the air ahead, a white, beautifully patterned lightsaber. The bone nails flew out, hitting the point, splitting the fragile head of the sneak believer.
　　 The blood sprayed rapidly, and the sneaky believer twitched a few times and fell to the ground stiffly.
Lu Zhengkang kicked this huge bug away, walked to the end of the platform, floated into the lower level, turned and walked in the opposite direction, and then turned to enter another platform, go straight, kill a small weaver, kill one The sneak believer, through the hidden dark hole, came to a huge building.
　　 This seems to be the entire grand palace embedded in the wall, and the dim light cast from the tall palace gate, illuminating Lu Zhengkang's face.
　　 Enter the weaver lair.
　　 There is an all-metal structure, with large carved metal pattern plates covering the entire nest, and countless long silk threads hanging diagonally from the ceiling, stretched straight, and feel like steel wires.
　　 All the light fly lanterns provided barely lighting, and the corpses of many large weavers were scattered on the ground. Their spherical heads were extraordinarily large and looked like stone carvings.
　　 How did they die?
do not know.
　　 Where did the other weavers go?
　　 may have left the holy nest and returned to his hometown.
　　Lu Zhengkang went deep into the weaver's lair and found an area where a large number of silk bobbins were suspended. These silk threads faintly exude soul energy, and they must be deep silk threads.
Continue to explore and kill a few annoying deep hunters. Lu Zhengkang saw a pile of weaver corpses in a gazebo-like place, and a talisman fell on the ground. This talisman is the song of the weaver and can be generated. The larva of the weaver accompanies and protects the wearer.
Two talisman slots are needed. Just in time, Lu Zhengkang took off the Gruz talisman he wore before, replaced it with the song of the weaver, lit up with a little light, and turned into small weavers, like a group of simple weavers. The white spider with a simple head is running around, waving transparent silk threads.
　　 Looking at these young weavers, Lu Zhengkang smiled.
Taking off a whole tube of deep silk thread, Lu Zhengkang rushed to the mask maker with his back on his back, and walked to the door of the weaver's lair, but saw a weaver standing by the door, illuminating her body with dim light, as on an oil painting Still life, but she saw Lu Zhengkang, turned and left, extremely fast.
Lu Zhengkang knew that this might be a princess of the weaver family, but she did not look like she was in contact with a stranger, and he was not going to talk to each other. He carried the silk spool and went out. There was no trace of the weaver, and he didn't care. , Return to the studio of the mask maker.
　　 The second time I saw the mask maker, Lu Zhengkang discovered that he had changed into a mask, which is worthy of being a mask. The masks of various styles are very complete, ensuring that every visitor has a new image.
The maker of 　　 has drawn three roots into thin filaments, weaved them into rough masks, and laid them on the workbench, waiting for Lu Zhengkang to bring deep silk threads.
　　 "You are here, and you also brought the silk thread! Very good, give it to me." The producer couldn't wait to beckon, and his thin arm stretched out and took the silk spool with surprising strength.
　　The craftsman drew out the silk thread skillfully, threaded it on a long needle, and immediately began to sew the mask.
　　 He is holding the rough mask embryo in one hand, drawing the needle in the other hand, stitching in circles from the outside to the inside.
　　 Lu Zhengkang curiously watched that long needle flew up and down, and kept sewing the silk thread into the mask's rough embryo. The silk tube continued to rotate, and a large amount of deep silk thread merged into the mask's rough embryo to make its texture thicker and tougher.
The rhizomes with soft and bright white light are wrapped under layers of thin threads, gradually becoming simple and unpretentious. The deep silk threads seem to be melted by the light. The fine stitches are fainted like glue. The surface is smooth as a mirror. The mask looks like a piece. Waxed talc.
　　 The producer whispered lowly, and through his complex and changeable mask, there was a fanatical temperament overflowing.
　　 Lu Zhengkang faintly felt the breath of nothingness.
　　 radiated from the mask maker, he was corroded by nothingness!
Lu Zhengkang raised his hand and grabbed the maker's mask, but the other party was unmoved. On the face under the mask, on the pale carapace, black tears dripped from a pair of huge eyes, and nothingness was constantly oozing out of his head. .
　　It can be imagined that the producer's mind is bound to be full of tyrannical, cruel, and fanatical ideas~EbookFREE.me~ but he is not crazy. His will supports his body without falling down or frantic. He poured all the enthusiasm and vitality aroused by madness into his hands and into his mask. He seemed to be burning himself and sprinkling a little bit of light on the world.
　　 Lu Zhengkang fell into thought.
The small civilization of the Holy Nest has suffered too many winds and rains. The maliciousness hidden in the dark of the world threatens the development of the Holy Nest all the time. Ancient gods such as radiant light are not safe, harmless and reliable. power.
　　 Dreaming in this world is a period full of risks. A worm can be in close contact with countless great wills in the dream world, but what these bring is more often destruction and madness.
　　 The bugs are very small, and the world of bugs is not big. Any slight wind and frost may blow down and overwhelm the holy nest.
Those ancestors who held up torches in the darkness of the ice and snow and pioneered civilization, the White King, the Five Knights, the Vessel, and the Dream Watchers, they are like bright fire meteors, bringing a moment of warmth to the desolate land, but they will be caught Cooling, freezing.
There are five endings in the original 　　.
　　The ideal thing for the holy nest is that the little knight kills the Radiant Light, then blends into the void to suppress the madness of the void.
　　 This ending has brought the holy nest a living space, and a brand-new civilization is bound to grow.
　　 By then, it will be calm, and Vientiane will be updated.
　　 Lu Zhengkang knew that he should pursue this goal.
　　 If the little knight succeeds.
　　He will travel the world, or help build the holy nest, everything is fine.
　　 But if the little knight fails.
　　 He will be the darkness that kills the light and the flames that break through the shadows.