Chapter 2998: The Never Returning Morning (73)

Chapter 2998: Seventy-three Mornings That Never Return
I don't know how long after that, Albert and Mut came to the door of the Abyssal Arena.
Albert, who walked ahead, had a relaxed look, as if he would face it calmly no matter what happened next.
And Mute walking behind, although showing a worried expression, had a joy that could not be concealed on his face, as if he had been very full and moisturized in these days-although he could not get what he really wanted The kind of "moisture".
"Waiting for a long time." Albert said, seeing the shadow of the endorsement abyss appeared in front of him.
"No. Not long." The other party said: "In this different space, the flow of time is meaningless, so no matter how long you stay here, it is not long. I just jumped into the moment you arrived."
Albert and Mutter winked at each other. Albert's words were actually testing each other's words, and the other party's answer just verified one of Murt's previous assumptions.
The abyssal forces could not monitor Albert's every move. Because the time flow here does not make sense, everything they do can happen at any point in time, and the other party has no way to monitor their actions at all points in time.
"This kid wants to watch the game, can he meow?" Albert asked again, pointing to the cat-boy next to him.
"Yes. Anyway, there is no way for him to interfere in the fighting field outside the fighting field."
"What do you mean?"
"Because the off-court and off-site auditoriums are two different spaces, he can only [see] and can't reach the battle space in the field." The other party replied.
"Is the abyss even able to do this kind of thing." Mut said, touching his chin.
"Everything related to the abyss is everything related to [space], and you will find that the abyss is best at manipulating space." The other responded unabashedly.
indeed. The abyss is a general term for an (or countless) high-latitude hyperspace. The hyperspace in which they are located is much higher than the spatial dimension of the real world. As long as they are given an entry point, they can control the space here at the junction of reality and the abyss, and even the laws of the space itself can be manipulated.
This special space [time flow has no meaning] is also created or maintained in this way.
Mut looked at Albert once again. His assumptions are not wrong.
Since this place is the boundary between reality and the abyss, it must be an unstable existence.
If this powerful space-time shock is used to shake this place, this alien space might collapse.
As for the so-called "space-time earthquake", Albert's Holy Spirit White Tiger may be able to do it. Because the Holy Spirit White Tiger is the Holy Spirit who is best at manipulating time and space, operations such as splitting space are a piece of cake for it.
It's no wonder that the abyssal forces banned Albert from using the Holy Spirit White Tiger in the abyssal arena. It’s nice to say that it’s for the fairness of the duel. It’s hard to say, but it’s actually that Albert’s operation of the Holy Spirit White Tiger will damage the stability of this different space, so as to find a way to destroy this different space.
If Mute guesses wrong, this heterospace itself is [the origin].
Abnormal photons flowing out of this alien space will cause the surrounding creatures to mutate, turning ordinary animals into warcraft. It is [the origin of No. 0], the culprit that keeps the entire Dawning area being attacked by mad Warcraft.
Albert actually didn't need to deal with the abyss to defeat any ancient people. If he had a way to destroy the entire alien space, the impact of the abyss on the real world would end here, and the region of dawn would restore peace permanently (or for a long time).
The key is whether the power of the holy spirit white tiger really has a way to destroy this huge and seemingly endless space.
When Mutt told Albert about his suggestion, the reason why the young tigers frowned so deeply was because he was not sure enough about his own power, or the power of the Holy White Tiger.
Albert is, at best, "one person".
No matter how he has seen the truth of the universe, and has infinite power close to God, he is still "a person".
How can a person confront a whole world?
So Albert decided to postpone the plan proposed by Mute, knowing that he was fully confident that he could not try indiscriminately. He may have only one chance. If the alien space cannot be completely destroyed in one operation, the abyssal forces will be vigilant and prevent Albert from following. He and Mute are in this alien space, which means that they are in control of the abyssal forces. If the other party really has this meaning, they can even cause the two of them to fall into a situation of no end.
"Take care of yourself." Albert walked into the arena and asked Mutt.
Catman nodded.
"The auditorium is here, please follow me." said the shadow of the abyss.
"Before I go, I want to ask one." The Catman teenager asked: "You said that the flow of time in this different space is meaningless, so does it mean that no matter how long we have been here, we still return to the real world. Will it return to the moment we came in?"
"Not exactly. To avoid conflicts in time and space, we will send you back to a period of time after that moment. Probably, an hour after that."
"What if I want to go back to reality now?" Mutter asked again.
"Why go back? Haven't you dealt with the matter here yet?" The other party realized that there was something weird about Catman's problem and asked back.
"I want to go back and get some ingredients. Stupid Tiger and I have been here for a long time, and I haven't remembered how long it has been. After that, he has eaten all the preserved food."
auzw.com "But you don't need to eat and sleep in this place--"
"It's a matter of mood." Murt pretended seriously, "I want to eat even if I'm not hungry. I want to lie down and rest even if I'm not sleepy. We spend this day every day, although we can't tell the day." And night. It's important to maintain your daily routine, isn't it?"
The dark shadow of the abyss was silent for a while.
"Well, you can't understand. You are not a creature in our world, of course you can't understand." Mut intentionally stimulated each other.
The shadow was silent for a long time and seemed to want to refute.
So, Mute noticed something. He further explored: "Did you say that you once belonged to the real world where we were, when was it brought into the abyssal realm?"
"I can't answer your question." The other party interrupted immediately and diverted the topic: "I can tell you that you can indeed leave from here-only you, not Mr. Albert."
This dark-like guy is a captive of the abyss, a master of the abyss time, and a servant. Mut frowned, and he was almost convinced of this.
This shadow-like guy is almost identical in nature to Mitch, who was trapped in the abyssal crystal boundary.
Instead of entangled in this matter, Mutt asked: "If I leave from here, I will go back to the original space, will it be an hour later?"
"Yes, it can be arranged like this."
"If I come in again? Back to the moment I just left?"
"It can also be arranged like this."
"When we have done everything here and want to leave together?"
"Just adjust your departure time to another hour after that."
"Okay." The catman nodded. "I understand, so be it. I'll find you again when I want to leave."
"Then please come with me." The shadow did not continue to ride Mute, just walked ahead.
"There is another problem." Mutt continued to ask.
"You have so many questions." The other party complained in a timely manner.
"It’s just a very simple question, please answer it." The cat-boy didn’t give in and insisted on asking: "Why do you want to engage in this kind of arena, and pay attention to fair competition? The ancients and your abyss have a contract first, and then the stupid tiger. Wouldn’t it break your contract if you kick in horizontally?"
"Your problem is two problems."
"Please answer."
"First of all," the shadow who spoke of the abyss replied: "In the abyss time realm, the flow of time is meaningless. Therefore, there is no distinction between the so-called contracts, and there are only things like bidding. The Namles Dealing with the Lord of the Abyssal Time Realm, giving and what you want to get; and Mr. Albert also wanting to deal with the Lord of the Abyssal Time Realm, giving and what you want to get. Their wishes conflict with each other, so We provide a platform that allows them to compete fairly to obtain trading priority. That's all."
"Yes, it's [fair]." Mutt sarcastically.
The other party did not take Muti's sarcasm and continued: "Then, we insist on [fairness], I cannot simply explain it to you.
The idea of ​​the Lord of the Abyss is far more profound than your mortal thoughts, and it is not something that you can easily understand with your wisdom.
But if you want to convert your master's ideas into words that you can barely understand, it is-
Both sides must be evenly matched at the same technical level, that is called [fair competition]. Unilaterally using spells or technology to crush opponents is just bullying. A duel built on an unfair basis has no value to watch. "
Mut frowned. He did not understand what the other party said, at least half of it. The truth seems to be somewhat reasonable, but the idea of ​​the Lord of the Abyss is still strange and unpredictable.
The owner of the abyss crystal world seems to be like this. Lords of the abyss are strange guys who can't understand.
The periphery of the arena is a stair-shaped auditorium. This strange abyss is almost identical to the structure of the arena in Rome. And there is no half figure here, only Mute is watching the duel. He naturally sat in the front row and looked closely. He even tried to touch the edge of the fighting field with his hands, and found that there was an invisible air wall to isolate him, and he could not interfere with the space inside the fighting field.
As the shadow said, this auditorium and the battlefield are two separate spaces. This is done to prevent people outside the battlefield from interfering in the duel. It was a "fair" one-on-one duel, and Mutter naturally did not intend to interfere. However, it was quite uncomfortable for him to see that Albert was risking his life on the field and he could do nothing.
In the fighting arena, a strange-looking warrior was waiting for Albert. The guy finally gave up the appearance of the creature, and looked more like an abstract, elusive geometric shape. His body is constantly changing, like a prism made of a large number of pyramidal crystals.
"You have finally reached this point, and you are no longer human." Albert said spit.
"Just for the convenience of fighting," the strange ancient warrior replied, Albert could not even recognize where the voice of the man came from: "In order to defeat you, no matter how weird I am, Can bear
The creator race, the arbiter Meldlake Borda, is here to discuss. "
"The fierce-tooth tribe, Albert Robble, ask for advice here." The tiger youth withdrew his weapon and replied indifferently: "You should also stop the temptation, don't send those opponents of mediocrity to fight me?"
"This time, no." Mel said sharply: "Since I can't get more information from you, then I will play. I am your terminator. In case I fell down, the next In a battle, we will send the strongest fighters of a family to deal with you. Your race, the inferior creatures of the district, let us lose so many compatriots. Such shame and disgrace, pay off in this duel !"
"Coincidentally, I'm also planning to kill you all." Albert sneered, raising his weapon: "Then let's be happy to kill!"