Chapter 313 What Is Inescapable?

This guy does whatever he wants, regardless of the consequences...

"You really... learned from your dad and me..." Li Gosila gasped.

"Oh... not bad... oh..."

The system groaned and made a (_) expression in front of Li Ge.

Li Ge's soul was injured, but the system was not much better.

Li Ge sneered: "You know you regret it? Young man, rat tail juice!"

…

However, as the saying goes, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other.

Although Li Ge was injured, he also gained a new skill.

"It turns out that psychic structures can be carved on stone slabs?"

Li Ge suddenly realized.

"That's right, there are blueprints for skyscrapers, why can't there be blueprints for psychic structures?"

"This is...how to transform it?"

Li Ge narrowed his eyes.

"I'm afraid this thing can't be done in two days."

"A month later, I will open the door to the Shensheng Biological Group..."

Li Ge felt uncomfortable when he thought that his research might be interrupted.

In that case...

"Wu Fan."

Li Ge knocked on the spiritual link and then handed him the task of opening the door.

As for what the Shensheng Biological Group would think...

Li Ge hesitated for a moment, then immediately shrugged freely, then touched the scar on his soul body and took a cold breath.

The pain made Li Ge feel a little irritable.

"They want to do whatever they want. They are always malicious things."

"I am dedicated to my job, can they still give me a best employee award?"

…

Deep in Wuhang Mountain, smoke and dust billowed.

Although it is not far from the village, the climate here is completely different from that of the village.

The temperature in the village at this time is about a pleasant 20 degrees.

So outside the village, the average temperature has reached 40 degrees.

However, here, the temperature in the air has reached 50 to 60 degrees!

The reason why there is such a terrifying temperature is simply because magma appears here that would never appear here!

The magma here does not erupt from the crater.

From the external appearance, it looks more like a spring.

Bubbles bubbled up from the ground, constantly exuding a hot breath.

Here, with such a temperature, living people should be kept away.

However, there was a person standing in front of this magma spring.

——Yao Li.

Yao Li already looked haggard at this time.

His hair was soaked with sweat, tangled and sticky, and dirty.

However, at this moment, his eyes were shining.

"How could magma appear out of thin air in this mountain?"

"If the scenery is different, there must be a strong person appearing, or maybe...a god?"

At this time, Yao Li only felt that he had found what he wanted.

Although there was a constant burning sensation on his skin, even though his lips were already dry and cracked, and there was tearing pain at the slightest movement, Yao Li couldn't care less at this time.

He became more and more determined and excited.

"Wait until I find the gods here..." Yao Li licked his lips, "Haha, how can there be gods in this world? In fact, they are just poor people trying to escape their fate. How can they have the authority to control all things?"

"As long as we can find them and lure them for profit..."

"As long as we can find them..."

…

"Let go of your mental defenses...let go of your thoughts...perceptions..."

Li Ge kept breathing deeply and slowly. During meditation, the beating of the psychic structure became clearer in Li Ge's perception.

In front of Li Ge, the thick stone slab was wrapped by Li Ge's mental power, leaving burning marks from time to time.

The traces appear irregularly, one stroke after another, like careless graffiti.

On the stone slab, fine stone powder kept falling.

At this time, under the stone slab, a trace of stone powder had accumulated.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe a few days, maybe a few months, maybe a year...

Li Ge opened his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Finally done..."

What was presented to Li Ge was a stone slab made by himself.

There are traces of cutting and chiseling on the stone slab. The lines are wild and unruly, but there is something mysterious in the chaos.

This is obviously a pattern for recording information...or words, but Li Ge never knew how he learned it.

"It feels like... I once knew this information, but for some reason I forgot about it."

"Is it possible that Meng Po Soup has expired?" Li Ge smiled and shook his head.

However, after careful observation, Li Ge found that the texture of the slate made by himself was more complex and more vivid.

If the homemade slate is a realistic painting compared to the slate found in a crack in the ground, the latter is postmodern abstraction.

"Is it possible that... the simple ones are higher in grade than the complex ones?"

Li Ge rubbed his chin and decided to hide this doubt in his heart.

Putting the finished slate aside first, Li Ge began to think about a question that had not been answered these days during a break.

Before this, he had only heard two voice messages from the stone tablets.

"No escape."

"So... what does this sentence mean?" Li Ge lay relaxed among the flowers, staring at the golden sun in the sky.

"The sentences are different, the tone is different, and the meaning of each sentence is also too different..."

"Is it possible that you are complaining and wailing because you can't escape?"

"Or... warn those who come after you that they must never make any move to escape?"

"Or...that voice means that you can't escape even if you want to, because there will be countless people holding you back?"

Li Ge recalled the scene when he pulled out the soul of the fish-headed snake.

The little soul of the fish-headed snake was pulled by countless hands, so it couldn't break free.

"If I had known that I would be obsessed with this thing, I should have grabbed those hands to see what was connected behind them."

"Or... find a way to cut off a few arms!"

"Or is it that those words were intermittent, and I didn't actually hear all the sounds?"

"That's right. There is actually a weird syllable that I didn't understand between the two words 'can't' and 'escape'."

"Perhaps, the whole sentence actually means 'don't get close, run away quickly'!"

Li Ge let out a long sigh. This strange stone slab made Li Ge scratch his head with curiosity.

“How can I read more words?”

Li Ge murmured to himself.

"I've obviously tried to minimize my mental defense, so why do I still hear those four words?"

"Or... I can only understand 4 words in my current state?"

"Hey! It would be great if there were literacy classes in this language in this world!"

…

Literacy classes are certainly not realistic.

However, Li Ge is not the only one in the world who has discovered the role of mysterious symbols.

The Vatican, in the bright red dusk.

The originally magnificent ancient Roman buildings had already shown signs of weathering due to the damage caused by the disaster.

The people coming and going looked peaceful and tranquil, most of them dressed in white clothes, walking through this peaceful and dilapidated city-state.

The iconic church, with its clear gray and pale colors, supports a sharp dome that almost pierces the sky.

People passing by would always look up, then make a cross on their chests, lower their heads and murmur.

After a while, they left and returned to their own lives.

Inside the church, the roof is round and open, and under this is the altar belonging to the pope.

To the left of the altar leads to the realm of the popes.

On the right side of the altar, it leads to the Vatican's treasure showroom.

In this treasure showroom, there are all kinds of luxurious sacred vessels.

At this moment, there are two bishops and a pope gathered together in this treasure collection room.

They wore robes of various colors, but they could not hide the smell of blood on their bodies.

Here, the Vatican, although it is called the place of prophets, is the place where the gods live.

But in such a world, someone still needs to maintain peace at the cost of blood.

"God..." The Pope lowered his head and closed his eyes, then murmured, "Please raise your face and illuminate us. Let us feel your love in the light and see ourselves clearly in the light."

As they prayed one after another, a bit of silver-white light condensed on the broken stone between the three of them, shining on the three of them.

After an unknown amount of time, the three men opened their eyes.

The scars on their bodies and the fatigue in their hearts have long been wiped away, and even the fatigue and depression caused by the exhaustion of the power of faith have disappeared.

The Pope took a deep breath, and his eyes instantly became deep and firm.

"Summon the Holy Warriors."

"All holy warriors above the domain level are preparing to go out for war. They must not let the Word of God wander outside!"

As he spoke, the Pope stretched out his hand and gently touched the stone flakes in front of him.

This piece of stone is what the Pope calls the "Word of God."

"Your Holiness, the holy warriors are not in good condition right now. Are you sure?"

The Pope nodded: "God said that I will be given the authority to serve God's favor."

Immediately, the faces of the two protagonists showed uncontrollable joy.

Today, the Vatican has been fighting hard for nearly a year without supplies. Although they organized a team of holy warriors in time, these holy warriors are still exhausted from the long-term battle.

Although the holy object called "Word of God" has the ability to illuminate believers and soothe pain and fatigue, it requires energy storage every time it is activated.

The energy storage time is long, the illumination range is large, and the degree of recovery is large.

The energy storage time is short, and it can only restore a few people.

However, now that the Pope has gained this ability, he has also summoned most of the holy warriors...

This at least shows that the Pope has complete control over the "Gift of Illumination" skill and can control it freely.

The Vatican's combat capabilities will be greatly enhanced.

The two protagonists immediately responded to the order and retreated.

The Pope stood there, took a few deep breaths, and slowly walked out of the treasure display room.

When he reached the door, the Pope stood still and turned his head slightly.

“God, is this your language?”

"Your language is still there, so are you... still there?"

In an instant, the Pope lowered his eyes with an unpredictable expression.

"You'd better..."

The last few words, the voice was so quiet that it never fell.