Luo Nan's senses were extremely subtle.
In the past, when he erected the framework of the altar, he could always transcend the world and not be directly affected by the Sacrificer, only receiving the relevant 'benefits' — as long as he could bear it.
But now, An Weng's evil thoughts had attacked and the projection of the Scales of Truth had inexplicably entered. That feeling of being high and mighty had been 'offended'. The frame of the sacrificial altar he had propped up had also been eroded and collided with by external forces.
This had never happened before.
In the Order of Justice, the Scales of Truth were a supreme holy relic. It was equivalent to a sacrificial tool and could be considered a framework for the altar. An Weng had already been placed on the Scales of Truth, which meant that he was the sacrificial object of the Scales of Truth. One object could be used for two purposes. Their goals were different, and their natures were different. Conflict was inevitable.
And what An Weng was doing right now wasn't just letting the two 'frames' collide together. An Weng's malicious intent had locked onto his target. He clearly wanted to pull Luo Nan into the depths of the maelstrom!
It seemed like he had succeeded.
Luo Nan tried to expel the projection of the Scales of Truth from his mind, but it was useless. This toy grew clearer and clearer, especially on the side of the white plate. It seemed to possess a soul-stealing power that pulled at his mind. It was unavoidable.
Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be related to the structural model of the Shield of Truth. As a result, his body was somewhat tightened, as if he had been tied up by invisible strings.
Luo Nan struggled a bit uncomfortably, but he never thought that the equipment outside his body would immediately sound an alarm. The gazes of everyone in the car suddenly converged on him.
Zhang Yingying, the temporary nurse, immediately raised her hand high. "I didn't do anything!"
"Even if you want to do it, you can't."
Bai Xinyan was using the AR image to integrate the data from the instrument. All kinds of graphics and data were arranged in different levels. Those who were not experts would feel their eyelids twitch. However, at this time, everyone could see that in the left region, on a nearly flat wavy line, there was a series of subtle fluctuations.
"The strength of my body has changed, although the change is very small." Bai Xinyan's gaze turned and swept past Luo Nan's face. "The Shield of Truth hasn't cracked, right?"
"I'm not too sure about that."
Luo Nan reached out to scratch his cheeks. He was a bit embarrassed. Although this matter was confidential and couldn't be discussed in detail, he didn't pretend to be a hero. Instead, he showed an uncertain attitude.
Bai Xinyan raised his eyebrows slightly, but before he could say anything, Zhang Yingying had already slapped his shoulder again. "You don't know? What do you mean by unclear? "" It's not my problem … "
In fact, it was!
Having fallen to this point, Luo Nan had to admit that he had gone too far.
Right now, Luo Nan could already sense the existence of a powerful source of heat beside him. That familiar sense of order was undoubtedly Fairchild's.
Luo Nan combined the situation within the Logic World with the memory fragments of An Chengli that were gathered from the high imitation. Luo Nan made a judgment that made him not know whether to laugh or cry.
Perhaps, like Childe, he had been "killed first" by An Weng and sent to the Scales of Truth to be used as a counterweight … Would he also be placed on the altar and become a sacrifice one day?
How ironic.
The transcendental feeling of constructing the framework of the altar had caused Luo Nan to lose his accurate judgment. Even if An Weng had swallowed the bait himself and bumped into him, the Wraith Sign's level still had the advantage. His "eagerness to hunt" attitude was too frivolous.
After the predicament of near collapse, An Weng immediately used a ruthless and decisive response to give Luo Nan a good lesson.
If Luo Nan's guess was correct, An Weng should have seized the moment when Fairchild blessed him with the Shield of Truth. He used the secret technique of the Order, which Luo Nan did not understand, to succeed in one fell swoop.
And things would not end here. Right now, Luo Nan seemed to have replaced characters like Fairchild and Ouyang Chen. He had become An Weng's number one target! Even Luo Nan himself was intoxicated by An Weng's ability to draw hatred.
Naturally, the most urgent task was to get the situation back on track. Whether it was President Ouyang or Fairchild, had those two been idle for too long?
"Maybe An Weng was exerting his strength against Fairchild, and he ended up bringing disaster to the fish in the moat?" Everyone could see that Fairchild had blessed Luo Nan. Papercut furrowed his brows and guessed. He was immediately on the right path.
Red Fox spoke in a deep voice, "Or it could be a direct target. It's like hitting a cow across a mountain."
Zhang Yingying reached out to point at Red Fox. She was in great agreement. "That's right … Then let's take defensive measures first!"
"Right now, there are no conditions."
Bai Xinyan shook her head. She raised her wristband to make contact with the outside world. Soon, she connected. "Sister, your boss has the ability to stir up trouble. Even a layer of the world can't stop him. I suggest that you urge President Ouyang to end this battle quickly!"
Luo Nan's head hung down. He really did not have the face to see anyone for a time. However, he would not be distracted by the mundane plane for too long. He could not completely rely on others to help him. His mind quickly focused back on the altar frame.
He could not relax for even a moment on An Weng's side, even if An Weng was weakening at a visible speed.
"There's not much time left." An Weng was very clear about his own state.
In the Beast Fighting Arena.
Half of Number 3's limbs had been devoured by the bite. Number 3's expression was dispirited, and she had no strength to fight back.
An Weng's soul region trembled and shrank. Only half of its peak remained. The rest was torn apart and diverted by the two vortexes. The Beast Fighting Arena was secondary. The projection of the Scales of Truth was the main target.
Since Luo Nan was placed on the Scales of Truth, he could only be on the side of truth. An Weng had to keep up with the Scales of Truth, but Luo Nan's weight was absolutely extraordinary. He and Fairchild merged together, causing the projection of the Scales of Truth to slide into an unbalanced state in an instant.
An Weng's mind grew colder and calmer the more dangerous it was in this moment of crisis. It was like the projection of the Scales of Truth. It was clearly illusory, but it possessed the dignity of a holy object. It possessed the root of immortality.
For a short period of time, An Weng could withstand this method of burning his soul. He could even obtain an even stronger tension and achieve an even better result.
"Bang!"
It was as if a bowstring had been plucked with force. A probing wave swept across the deep space in the instant the sound rang out. It was more tyrannical and penetrating than any previous wave.
In this instant, the Logic World and the hazy starry sky were practically transparent to An Weng. His consciousness spread to every nook and cranny of the void, to every level.
Accompanying the "transparency" was a layer of "fog" that floated up. This was the phenomenon formed when the probing wave touched the material plane and interfered with each other.
Too much of this mist had probably accumulated. Soon, the night sky of the Logic World became a bit turbid.
"Bang!" Another rumbling sound rang out, and the visibility of the Logic World dropped by another chunk. It was as if a great fog had descended. The three skyscrapers seemed to be warping in the curtain of night.
"Ouyang!" Fairchild and the projection of the Scales of Truth still had some telepathic connection. He could also indirectly touch upon An Weng's state. An ominous omen arose for a time, and he warned Ouyang Chen.
Before Ouyang Chen could respond, a bolt of lightning and fire suddenly leaped out from the upper layers of the hazy mist. The glaring forked trajectory was like a heavenly tree that had been cut down. It smashed down.
Why was it smashed?
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