Lord of the Witches

No matter which direction you look down at the earth, you can see them in your sight. At that time, the exact number of soldiers and brave guards could not be known at all.

They may have had various professional identities while alive, but now they are all guardians, dead guardians.

They once exuded dazzling light and stood together on the earth to fight against the scream of hatred that came from the depths of the universe and destroyed everything.

They all knew that the result of confrontation would be death, but they did so without fear.

And guarded by them, in the middle, where the Dream Wizard is at this moment, is a camp.

Finally, the survivor camp.

But in the end, it seems that it will disappear.

No matter how many intelligent races there were on this planet, they are all dead now.

The few hundred people left hugged each other, surrounding the jumping bonfire in the middle that could go out at any time.

The source of the bonfire is not burning wood.

Normal flames cannot be ignited in this planet at all. The scream of hatred not only kills life, but also completely rewrites some things. For example, it completely infiltrates the planet with a terrible coldness, and the survivors cannot Set fire to anything, clothing, wood or whatever.

Also killed by this coldness was the sun.

This is why the earth is dark, they have lost the sun.

The only fire dancing in their eyes now comes from a wooden doll that is about the same height as a seven or eight-year-old child. It is carved extremely delicately and painted with green and gold paint. It wears a cowboy hat and has a long nose. The face maintains a laughing expression, which can bring a warm feeling to the owner.

It's warm because of its belly.

A hollow furnace-like structure with flames burning inside.

A warm breath filled the air and enveloped the survivors.

It's just that as the distance lengthens, the survivors at the edge can't feel more, especially when the flames gradually weaken, their bodies begin to freeze, and they will die.

Crack

This was the sound of a match striking. In front of the doll, a little girl wearing thick clothes and a red face was putting a lit match into the belly of the doll that was about to go out.

The flames burned violently again.

But there was no joy on the little girl's face. There were only three matches left in the matchbox in her hand.

She knew that when the matches ran out, the magical doll named Stove Cowboy in front of her would also lose its power and it would no longer bring flames.

The hundreds of people who survive in this world will also die.

Today may be the end of the world.

She turned her head and looked at the young man who gave her the doll with a look that no one could refuse.

A fantasy wizard who has almost nothing to do with wizards, his titles are all powerful men such as the God of Earth, Walter Cranston.

Stan Du Plessis was captured to work as a postman, and as the second dream dependent, he would naturally not be spared.

Walter is also carrying a huge package behind him, which contains many magical toys and candies. There must be some that can help with the dilemma at hand.

But he couldn't take it out, everything in the package was already reserved for its owner.

The most important thing is, if you use it to help this world, what will you do in the next world?

Walter Cranston scratched his head. The coldness that penetrated the soul of this world also made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He even felt that his power could not be truly exerted here.

This explains why [Stove Cowboy] doesn't work.

Let's do it again. This place is extremely polluted and my prayers may be intercepted.

After Walter Cranston finished speaking, he held the little girl's hand, lowered his head and began to pray loudly.

Hundreds of survivors, with their frost-covered bodies, nearly withered faces, and eyes filled with the last hope, followed Walter Cranston and began to pray.

Lord of all dream wizards!

Protector of witches and abnormal children!

The savior who will always appear!

The wise man who brings miracles and hope!

…

Unsequential prayers entered Tang Qi's ears intermittently.

These sounds were indeed disturbed, but the reason Tang Qi failed to hear them immediately was that these were not Tang Qi's honorary names, but just some of his titles.

Tang Qi is not yet the true master of dreams, so he has not yet been given an official honorary name.

Dream relatives such as Stan Du Plessis, Walter Cranston, and Helen Caroline Theresa can only communicate with Tang Qi through the power of dreams, and are sometimes affected by some strong pollution. block.

But at this time, Tang Qi still heard it.

It was also at this moment that I realized the changes in the world that Tum had not foreseen.

The sun was extinguished by the scream of hatred.

When he uttered these words, a huge but dark and lifeless sphere appeared in Tang Qi's eyes, which was the dead sun.

Seeing the sun, Tang Qi began to think about ways to save these survivors.

Not surprisingly, many, many methods have emerged.

With the strength of Tang Qi's pseudo master and the transformation brought about by hoarding so much divine authority, it would certainly not be difficult to save hundreds of lives in a foreign land.

It even takes just a thought to transport them to some vibrant world.

Just when Tang Qi was thinking this, he suddenly realized the new identity he now had.

He peeled off a piece of candy and put it in his mouth. At the same time, he touched his classic W-shaped beard and let out that weird laugh again:

Create, create, it turns out this is my new job.

As he spoke, the rocking chair under Tang Qi immediately rushed forward, only to see a huge, complex and childlike workbench appear in front of the empty space. Almost any tool or material in the boundless mystery could be used. can be embodied by it.

After understanding this piece of information, Tang Qi adjusted the monocular magnifying glass on his eyes. There was a crash behind him, and dozens of phosphorescent tentacles poked out, with various weird tools wrapped around the ends of each tentacle.

Without any ceremony, Tang Qi just waved his tentacles and got to work.

However, if anyone was in the dollhouse at this time and heard his subconscious muttering, they would probably be shocked.

First copy the divinity of the sun, and then add a bit of nature and tranquility... The pollution there is a bit serious, add a bit of the smell of the furnace... The survivors are both few and weak, maybe the source of warm light should have some wisdom...

Boom...bang bang bang!

Boom, boom, boom!

Tang Qi's muttering did not affect the multiple explosions on the workbench at all.

This seems to be the only way for newbies to go through, and they end up frustrated and failing repeatedly.

But after all, Tang Qi is not the kind of new god with no experience and little authority. He has too much authority.

And as the successor of the dollhouse, Tang Qi's image has changed. When he is in the dollhouse, his personality seems to have changed, and his behavior has become a little wilder.

Very quickly, after another explosion, Tang Qi let out a familiar laugh.

He even got a little excited and stood up from the wheelchair.

The hands covered with black and gray are holding a fiery red sphere that is constantly releasing red lines. If you look more closely, you will find that there seems to be vague facial features in the center of the sphere, maintaining a smiling expression, a kind of pity. , a gentle breath spreads from the inside of the sphere.

This sphere seems to be a living thing?

As the creator, Tang Qi looked up, and an extremely intense light immediately emerged, and fragments of information burst out.

[Divine entity: Old Man of the Sun. 】

[Status: normal. 】

[Information fragment 1: It is a newly born, extremely miraculous life form. Its body is mixed with divine auras such as the sun, nature, tranquility, furnace, knowledge, etc. Although they are very weak, they are indeed from God. strength. 】

[Information fragment two: It was born in Tumu's dollhouse. It is both a life and a toy. Its creator is Tumu's successor. It was given a long life. 】

[Information fragment three: It has all the power that the normal sun has, and also has wisdom that the sun does not have, as well as many aspects of protection... It has been given a certain responsibility, and it is happy to accept that responsibility. 】

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Quite an outstanding piece of work, the first toy I created here, but I can't keep you.

Tang Qi's face was covered with a lot of black ash, and he had no time to observe the sphere for a few seconds.

At this moment, on a light and shadow screen in front of him, the poor little girl had already struck the last match.

After hearing Tang Qi's words, the vague facial features of the sphere he was holding changed slightly, and it seemed to be smiling more cheerfully.

Although it was a newborn, it was endowed with considerable wisdom by Tang Qi.

A warm hot wind blew over, conveying a message of respect and urging.

This ball has great respect for the master who created it, but at the same time it is also very anxious to fulfill the responsibilities it has been given.

After receiving the message, Tang Qi's W-shaped beard curled up and he immediately took action.

In the boundless mysterious heights, the true form of the master of dreams lies.

A phosphorescent tentacle suddenly appeared, with a sun wrapped around the end, a real sun.

It immediately released scorching light and flames, but this did not change the fact that it was thrown up and down by one tentacle, and then caught and thrown up again by another tentacle.

After several times, it was quickly thrown to the top.

Then, its blurry eyes quickly saw an extremely thick tentacle appearing in front of it.

As an intelligent life form, it can easily feel the bad intentions from the creator from these tentacles, which is extremely clear and without any cover-up.

The next moment, it had no time to express its objection, but saw the dreamy phosphorescence explode, and the tentacle was pulled down.

boom

Without any unnecessary words, this work that was more solar than the sun was whipped out and immediately turned into fire, passing through the gaps in the universe and falling towards the starry sky in the far distance that was about to be completely covered by darkness and coldness. .

This scene is very consistent with its identity as a toy.