Removing the safe upper limit of the energy pool's output, overriding the transmission of all energy channels, and creating a deceptive algorithm for all the magic nodes and output magic arrays. Making the entire Magic Tower system think that there was energy being released, when in fact, it was accumulating in every corner of the tower. The moment the critical point was exceeded, there would be a crash! The world would become harmonious.
As a physicist, perhaps nuclear physics was not his specialty, but he was still familiar with the formulas used to calculate the power of the explosion. Although the maze was different from Earth in many ways, many of the criteria chosen for calculation might not be correct. But looking at the numbers calculated, Lin thought for a moment that he had returned to his old profession of astrophysics.
After being stunned for a moment and confirming that there were no mistakes, he gave up on the plan to self-destruct the Magic Tower.
Now, for the sake of the one who had come back to life, Lin took out this half-completed plan again. He was prepared to complete it and arrange for it to be put on record. These actions could be completed at the control panel and did not need to be modified for the tower's body, so it should not alert the enemy.
Of course, he did not tell his two apprentices. Because there was no point in escaping in advance. There was no safe area in the maze world. As for the justification of destroying the world in order to prevent the villains from ruling the world, there was no need to discuss the legitimacy of this idea.
It could only be said that the Magic Towers in the maze world were too densely distributed, and an explosion close to the limit would trigger all of them to explode, so Lin's modification plan for the Magic Tower's self-destruction was to reduce the power as much as possible …
At dinner time, a certain devil did not appear. The master and apprentices had a rather depressing dinner. Halloumi had specially sent a meal up to the third floor, but the person was no longer in the ritual room, and there was not even a trace of him in the entire tower.
Did he leave? But he left with his clothes on. Lin only said these two sentences and then threw himself into his homework without a care in the world. All the detection functions of the Magic Tower did not catch when that person left, how he left, or where he left to. It was as if that person did not exist.
The only place where there was a trace was at 8: 12 pm, when the master and apprentices were having dinner. At the door between the ritual room and the nuclear chamber, there was a record of a flash of biological light. The amount of authority was very large, directly the upper limit of the detection system. It was reasonable to speculate that the actual value was above this.
In other words, a certain devil sensed the spying from the Magic Tower the moment he left the ritual room. So he used some means to conceal himself and then left.
Where to?
I don't know.
What Lin was concerned about now was how to detect people at the level of the Demon King. He pulled up the monitoring images and data of the entire tower, including various environmental changes. All sorts of information, big and small, were displayed in front of Lin's eyes. He compared the past records, looking for anything that did not make sense. He wanted to see if a certain person had left any clues behind.
The two little disciples were very nervous. What kind of disaster would it bring to the world if they let a demon king escape? Lin Fan, on the other hand, was calm and unperturbed.
"Little girl, why do you think that person is a bad person?"
"Isn't that what everyone says? She's the Demon King."
"In my hometown, there is a saying that history is written by the victors. As for my personal preferred way of speaking, the so-called history is that apart from the names of the people, everything else is fake; and the so-called story is that apart from the names of the people, everything else is true. Let's not talk about how much the stories and rumors would be distorted after a thousand years. … "While arranging the telescope in preparation for stargazing, Lin looked at the two little apprentices and continued to preach.
"… Think about it, if that person is really a Demon King who kills without batting an eye, wouldn't it be strange that we could live until now? Or do you think that the newly resurrected former Demon King doesn't have the ability to kill? The pinch marks on my neck are still there. I have a feeling that if I was going to die just now, I wouldn't have died from suffocation, but from having my neck snapped. "
Looking at the unconvinced looks on the girls' faces, Lin smiled and asked in reply: "Do you know what the biggest difference between today's world and the world of 1,000 years ago is?"
Hallumi racked her brains, but couldn't think of any answer. Since she started studying, history has never been the focus. Instead, Kaya tilted her head and asked tentatively: "After 1,000 years?"
What an impeccable answer …
With a cough, Lin put aside the joking answer and said seriously: "In my opinion, the biggest difference is the Magic Towers all over the continent. As a kind of war fortress, there is no need to doubt the power of Magic Towers. Any attack of dark creatures, the invasion of the Abyss, in these countless Magic Towers, it is difficult for them to achieve the results of 1,000 years ago. This is also why Wizards and Magic Towers have to remain neutral in the war between aristocrats and states. No one wants us to get involved in those stupid conflicts of interest. "
Tilting their heads and looking up at their teacher, the girls asked doubtfully: "That is to say?"
"That is to say, even if that person wants to pull up an army of revenge, there is no way to rule the world again. However, if she wants to stir up trouble, it is inevitable that the world will be turned upside down again. But since she was defeated 1,000 years ago, she can do the same now, it is just a matter of how much she has to pay. "
"So?"
"So don't worry, even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up."
Although the expression on their faces seemed to say that they didn't believe it, but the two girls gave up for the time being. Lin exhaled deeply. He seemed to have said those words to convince himself.
Another night, in the dining room on the first floor. Kaya was in charge of preparing the food, while Hallumi was in charge of cleaning the table and taking care of the two dogs.
Ever since they received the Tower Master's devilish training, Gray Hoof and White Nose seemed to have turned into dogs, steadier and more murderous. They no longer hunted on their own in the wild, instead, they controlled their food. No longer full, leaving a little hunger could make their thoughts and reactions more agile.
This change happened because during the previous special training period, as long as they ate until they were full and stuffed, then they would definitely exercise until they vomited.
Because their appetite had decreased, the two dogs' food was taken care of by the girls again. Although they ate less this way, they ate much better.
And as the Tower Master, Lin was in charge of eating. While waiting for the girls to prepare dinner, he used his eyes to tease the two dogs. It was not to say that humans and dogs were telepathic, but with a look and a gesture from Lin, Gray Hoof and White Nose would respond quickly and accurately.
Just as the two dogs were like door gods, one on the left and one on the right, blocking the door. The original Demon King passed through the two dogs like a ghost, but Gray Hoof and White Nose were unaware. If it hadn't happened right under his nose, Lin wouldn't have noticed it either.
Demon King Tikal's figure floated and came before Lin. Her black hair covered half of her face, and she was half a head taller than Lin. She looked down at the man in front of her silently.
You're back. Lin wanted to say that to the person in front of him, but they weren't familiar with each other. After thinking for a while, he shouted at the girl in the dining room, "Girl, we have a guest. Prepare an extra set of chopsticks. "
"Okay," Hallumi yelled in response.
"Bowl … chopsticks …?" 'What do you mean?' Tikal spat out the unfamiliar language with difficulty. His tone was neither ferocious nor oppressive. She just asked in a flat tone about something she didn't know.
She looked at the two dogs with some dissatisfaction. They didn't notice the Demon King at all, which meant that the two dogs still needed training. As for the Demon King's question, Lin organized his words and said, "It's a type of tableware used to eat." "Bowl." "It's used to hold food." "Chopsticks." "It's a kind of utensil used to pick up food from my hometown. The structure is very simple. It's about a finger and a half long sticks. "
"Bowl … chopsticks …" Looking at the Demon King's confused expression, Lin waved his hand and said, "Come in. Eat with us, and you'll understand."
The fact that he was a guest really shocked the two girls, but at least they accepted what their teacher had said. Of course, the most important thing was that they couldn't win against the person in front of them, which made them compromise. Even though Tikhar did not reveal his terrifying strength, the tip of the iceberg was still enough to make people gasp in amazement.
The peace of the dinner seemed to indicate that the rest of the meal would be equally peaceful.
Halloumi and Kaya were still vigilant against the Demon King. They often stared at him with sharp eyes, but they didn't lack the necessary service.
One afternoon, the two dogs stubbornly played a staring game with the Demon King. In the end, Tikal left first. He didn't make a sound, but he didn't lose. The two dogs just stood there and fainted. It was the first time someone had seen the way the dogs fainted.
As for a certain man, he was still doing what he usually did. He wouldn't change just because he had an extra big follower.
Looking at the girl's Demon King attribute, which seemed to have turned into a spiritual attribute, Lin felt a little helpless. But at least she wasn't like the two girls, who immediately turned into question babies after letting go of their worries and trust, challenging a hundred thousand whys. Tikal just followed and watched quietly, like a ghost. Coupled with his loose black hair and plain robe, it was very strange.
Speaking of which, the Demon King's hair was so long that it dragged on the ground. Although it was black, it was different from the black hair of the yellow people from Earth. In the words of the stories from thousands of years ago, it was cursed black. Under the sunlight, at certain angles, the long hair would flow with a touch of deep purple. And it looked quite soft, bright, and fluffy. If it was on Earth, it could be shot in a shampoo commercial without adding special effects.
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