Chapter 1406 Lord of Thunder, You Won’t Create a Black Hole, Right? !

Grete was held and protected by Elder Fahim as he soared into the sky. As I flew upward, I felt a little confused:

What am I going up for?

Why did I go up there?

While you were grabbing me and flying up, you asked me "Do you want to go see it?" So what exactly is the picture of you asking me this question?

Well, no matter what, Elder Fahim did do it for his own good. Observing the progression of legends is, in theory, of great benefit.

Not far away, Senior Brother Baierbo also pulled out a beam of fire and flew up anxiously...

But in fact, the teacher is at the second level of the legendary level. This time it seems that he will advance to the third level of the legendary level. The span is really too big. Gretel was worried that even if he went over to take a look, he would still be watching the fun as a layman and would not understand it.

Speaking of which, what is the essential difference between the legendary second level and the legendary third level?

Before these thoughts could be finished, Elder Fahim had already carried him and rushed high into the sky. In front of him, there was darkness and light. First, there were colorful lights, and then there was a clear blue sky, which had already broken through the enveloping range of the mystery lock:

From the top of the sky, lightning poured down like a waterfall.

There was a person wrapped in the center of the electric light. Gretel only glanced up, then closed his eyes, tears rolling down:

too bright!

too bright!

At this glance, it's almost like looking directly at the sparks of electric welding! Good luck to him if he didn't develop acute glaucoma!

With the tears flowing like this, it was naturally impossible to see clearly who the person in the center of the lightning was. But even without looking, Gretel knew that the one standing in the air in the center of the electric light must be his teacher, the Lord of Thunder.

——How many thousands of volts do these lightning have?

How much energy does this wave of current absorb? Converting it into matter... Sin, sin, no energy can withstand the mass-energy equation conversion. If all this lightning is condensed into matter, there may only be one gram...

While thinking about it, he lowered his gaze and looked around. In the vast sea of ​​seven-colored clouds, small dots rushed up one after another, spreading out in all directions with the Lord of Thunder as the center:

Those are the elven legends on Evermeet Island. Rush outside the Mystery Lock and be on alert to prevent enemies around from interfering with the Lord of Thunder's advancement.

If there is any strong enemy that cannot be defeated by a single person, the power of Mysuo can be mobilized at any time to protect or counterattack.

The Lord of Thunder went overseas, stayed on Yongju Island for so long, did so much research, and contributed so much to the treatment of the eldest prince, half of it was for this moment.

Let the mythical locks of Igor Peak protect him and let the legends of the council protect him. How can we mobilize the power of the elven legends to help on the elves' side?

When advancing in Nevis, the opposite side of the Holy See, the Glory Church, will know about it in a minute and may attack them in a minute. After advancing on Yongju Island, even if they knew it, it would be difficult to rush over and harass them!

Not to mention, being so far away, their detection capabilities are limited. Maybe after the advancement here is completed, there will be no news from the other side, and they still think that they are a legendary second level...

The difference in combat power between the second level and the third level is more than doubled?

The Lord of Thunder stood proudly in the sky, looking up at the sky, and opened his arms as if to embrace the entire sky. Around him, a demiplane has quietly emerged, attracting thunder and receiving the power given by thunder and lightning.

Gretel closed his eyes for a long time and cast several healing spells on himself before opening his eyes and looking upward again. This time, he behaved better and rubbed himself a pair of sunglasses——

The mage's trick, a zero-ring spell, can be used to rub relatively rough, simple, low-volume, light-weight objects, including sunglasses. Rub it out and slap it on your face. The brightness of your field of vision plummets, and you let out a comfortable sigh:

"Oh, I can finally open my eyes..."

This time he opened his eyes and couldn't help but lift his sunglasses a little higher and rubbed his lower eyes. Above the head, the lightning no longer cascades down, but lingers and swirls, forming a cocoon of light outside the Lord of Thunder's demiplane.

"Alternating current, alternating current, alternating current..."

Grete murmured:

"Winning around like this should be able to induce the magnetic field...magnetic force lines...magnetic force line cutting...Although it is invisible to the naked eye, there should be signs..."

"Gretel, what are you talking about?"

A curious female voice sounded from behind. Gretel secretly screamed in pain, but before he could turn around, his right shoulder was heavily weighted, and his chin was already lifted up:

"Gretel ran so fast! He couldn't even remember not to take me with him..."

"Well……"

It’s not that I had to run so fast, it was Elder Fahim who carried me up...

Of course I can't say this. The elder was taking good care of him out of kindness and blaming the conflict on the elder was not something a man would do. Gretel reluctantly turned his head and smiled coquettishly:

"I'm sorry... I'm afraid you'll be too tired to fly up with me on your back... especially when you have to bear the teacher's pressure to advance... I'll definitely call you next time..."

Serila snorted, then stood side by side with him, looking up.

In the time of these two sentences, the demiplane has gradually converged, and only the Lord of Thunder is surrounded by thousands of electric lights, rising higher and higher, rising higher and higher.

The swirling electric light seemed to be unable to catch up with his footsteps. Along the way, he could see scattered electric sparks, dragging a long trail behind him, like the tail of a comet.

"Thousands of thunders surged around his body, and snow, rain, and hail fell all at once... He broke into the blue sky and flew away..."

Grete's lips moved and she murmured silently. Watching the Lord of Thunder rise far into the sky, turning into a small black dot in the field of vision.

How high has it gone?

Seeing lightning is becoming less and less. Is this beyond the troposphere and reaching the stratosphere?

Will it go to the middle level, or will it go higher and rush up to the hot level? ...It shouldn't be so. The stratosphere is said to be 50 kilometers high, and the mesosphere is 80 kilometers higher...

At seven or eight kilometers, if the field of view is relatively good, you can barely see it. At 50 kilometers, you may not be able to see it. At 130 kilometers, you will definitely not be able to see it...

Speaking of which, teacher, please take it easy, but don’t rush to the escape layer and then be unable to come back!

Gretel was thinking wildly. Although the Lord of Thunder is already very far away from them, the pressure has not been relieved, but has a tendency to increase:

Cold and heavy. Just standing here makes people feel tight in the chest and it is a little difficult to breathe. You need to use force to relax your ribs and lift your chest to take a breath.

Behind him, Serila let out a long groan, suddenly stretched out her body, and transformed into a dragon shape in mid-air. The scales closed and opened, opened and closed, trying hard to feel the power flowing around him, and patted his tail in confusion:

"Strange...this feeling is...this feeling is..."

She couldn't tell. Gretel couldn't tell either. I can only feel that my chest is getting more and more stuffy, every cold hair is standing up, as if the whole sky is about to collapse——

The moment the pressure reached its limit, a hole suddenly appeared at the ceiling, and the black spots grew larger and larger. From the size of sesame seeds, to the size of coins, to the size of cup rims, to the size of bowl rims, to the size of plates...

As the black spot expanded, all the surrounding matter seemed to have opened a floodgate, pouring into the black spot.

Gretel raised a finger, wet it with spit, and immediately felt the howling cold wind coming from the bottom up, over his finger, and converging upwards.

Looking down, the clouds under their feet were rolling, forming a twisted fold centered on their location.

That look looks like the butter flowers on the cake, and also like the lines of cookies, with a small white tip pointing straight to the ceiling——

In other words, the surrounding air and clouds are stirred and attracted, gathering towards the black hole above. And higher up, the rays of light formed a huge pillar of light, shining straight above the black spot...

"Teacher, what did you do? It can't be a black hole, right?"

Isn’t this research direction wrong?

He asked Elder Fahim cautiously. The elder nodded first, then shook his head:

"Black hole... the name is quite similar. This is the third level of the legend. After the second level of the legend advances to the third level, the demiplane further expands, swallowing more matter and energy... Fortunately, fortunately, he did not directly Advance on the island..."

If you advance on the island, a layer of the trees, soil, and rocks on the Everlasting Island, as well as the Mystery Lock and the Mystery Lock's energy, will inevitably be scraped off.

Even the Elf Legends have to fly to a small island dozens of miles away, or even further away, to advance after becoming a Legend.

The Lord of Thunder flew directly upward. Although it could not attract soil or creatures, the light, heat and wind poured into it were even more terrifying...

It seems that the black hole that Elder Fahim understands is not what he understands. Gretel breathed a sigh of relief, and behind him, Cerira suddenly exclaimed:

"It's wrong! It's wrong!"

"What's wrong?"

Grete turned back suddenly. Cerela flapped her wings in panic, closing her eyes and then opening them again. The strong wind pushed Grete dozens of meters away:

"The place is wrong! The direction is wrong! - What I see and what I feel are completely different!"

There was even a cry in her clear voice:

"Which way is south! Which way is north! I feel something is wrong! I...am I sick!"

Perception...perception of direction...magnetic field...geomagnetic field. Gretel suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky, which was slowly growing in size and moving downwards. There was already a black disk the size of a house:

"Control your perceptions!"

He added a loudspeaker to himself and roared at the silver dragon:

"This is the teacher affecting the magnetism! Such a large magnetic field above will definitely affect your perception of the direction! Don't panic! Don't try to determine the direction, it will be fine after a while!

——You won’t fall down! ! ! "

"Won't……"

Serila flapped her wings a few more times, then gradually quieted down and floated in the air. Silver Dragon's floating skills and feather falling skills are almost innate, and they can be moved at will.

Gretel tried his best to fly over, stood on her back, and touched the scales on the back of her neck:

"Teacher, I have gained a lot from this advancement... Even though we are so far away, we can still be affected... Hey, elder, should we move further away?"