My slow journey to infinity

The talent of the Knower is not particularly famous.

In the vast universe, among the large number of extraordinary beings, there are countless all kinds of deadly and powerful things, and the wise ones really cannot be ranked among them.

To make matters worse, there are only a few proficient people, and those who can truly master and utilize this talent are even rarer.

The growth of this talent is extremely volatile, and the negative effects are significant and complex, so even the dream system that specializes in cultivating war mercenaries will not specifically cultivate masters.

At least as a relatively ordinary [arrogance], Wang Shui has not received systematic attention and investment.

But after the Master grows up, his abilities are quite terrifying.

The current magic stick is experiencing the terrifying power of the Knower.

After absorbing the captain's "evolutionary blood", his face was full of horror at first, and then quickly turned into uncontrollable ecstasy!

His flesh and blood began to squirm again. They kept squirming and trying to break through the skin, and dark red flesh sprouts appeared.

The holy and solemn golden energy glow around him was also illuminating and protecting his twisted body.

This strange sense of madness made Wang Shui shudder.

At some point, the magic stick suddenly groaned and whispered to himself:

"Ah ~ this power, this knowledge!

This... this is the Knower... [The Self-Devoted Knower]? Oh, it belongs to me after all.

Ha, captain~shield dog! You hid it well! He actually left me a direct path to God! "

As the sound of the magic stick gradually grew louder, the energy storm inside the little villa also began to grow stronger.

In an instant, the entire villa was torn into pieces by the storm.

Broken building materials were piled on the ground all around, and every golden glow within a radius of fifty meters was as flexible as the arm of a magic stick.

The villa was in ruins, and outside, there was a dark night sky.

The nearby residents had long moved to the industrial belt to survive, so no one except Wang Shui was lucky enough to witness the transformation of the magic stick on the spot.

He began to collect the golden energy and used some newly acquired abilities, but the light effects were not obvious. He fled to the distant aqua regia and could not tell what abilities these were.

I don't know if it was due to energy or the influence of knowledge, but the flesh and blood of the magic stick became manic again.

His skin, which had grown well, was now inexplicably torn open with many exaggerated wounds, and the golden energy was constantly repairing his damage.

Then, golden-pink scars formed in those cracked places.

The exposed face and hands of the magic stick look like naturally cracked porcelain, with energy surging in every crack.

At the same time, a pair of clear white-gold energy wings condensed behind the magic stick.

There was a red coat of arms on the bend of the wings. Unfortunately, Wang Shui did not have time to study heraldry, so he did not recognize this coat of arms.

Wang Shui watched the whole process, and he witnessed the changes in the magic stick.

And in his simple personal world view, the current magic stick seems a bit like an [angel]?

Can such a change occur just by devouring a Master?

It seems that the previous team leader "Shield Babot" did not have this level of power?

Now the magic stick's hair has turned into long, smooth platinum hair, and his face is somewhat like a captain, but he does retain his own characteristics.

Wang Shui still stayed at a certain distance to observe.

He could feel the dense spiritual power and energy surrounding him, but the good news was that the divine stick's spiritual power only existed in the real space and showed no sign of penetrating space.

From Wang Shui's perspective, even if the magic stick was twice as powerful, there would still be no reason for him to be discovered.

Of course, Wang Shui also has the magic of far escape in his hand.

The evolution of the magic stick did not last long. In about two or three minutes, he opened his calm eyes.

His white-gold eyes exuded indifference to the world. At this moment, he seemed to possess divinity.

Then, he moved his finger slightly, and a test tube flew out of the ruins.

It was a flesh and blood preparation made from the alchemy body of [Primary Color Ruby], the sixth work of the magic stick.

And that alchemical body was constructed from the tissue cells of Aqua Regia and the Philosopher's Stone.

Wang Shui didn't know what would happen if the magic stick swallowed the flesh and blood preparation in this test tube, but from the bottom of his heart, he didn't want the other party to absorb the knowledge and abilities of the two knowers.

Just when he was hesitating whether to take action first, the magic stick put away the test tube.

Um... is it because he doesn't like Wang Shui's ability as a life-type awakener?

Or is it simply "full"?

Wang Shui didn't have time to guess the reason, because just when he was stunned, the energy wings behind the magic stick began to flap slightly.

Then, strong winds and turbulence immediately erupted from the ruins of the building in the dark night.

The next second, the magic stick had risen into the sky.

His speed continued to increase, and finally, with a faint white-gold glow, he turned into a star in the dark sky.

If you just rely on flying, you can't get rid of aqua regia.

The flying speed of the magic stick is about 70 meters per second. However, one second he was flying far away, and the next second aqua regia was able to follow him. The spatial ability is much easier to use than pure flying.

But soon, Wang Shui gave up this boring pursuit.

He obviously only needs to wait for the other party's spatial signal to stop and then follow him. There is no need to stare at each other.

Wang Shui, who was in another space, had a dull gleam in his eyes. He turned around and found that he had returned to the study.

Wang Shui's turned gaze happened to make contact with Sylvia's raised gaze.

Sylvia directly answered Wang Shui's questioning expression:

"Your guess is correct. The intensive burst of energy and spiritual power just now is a sign of promotion to the fourth level.

That guy completed the advancement without the help of system equipment. "

Sylvia's words confirmed Wang Shui's guess.

Level three and level four extraordinary beings always give people the feeling that there is no difference in their daily lives in the main world.

But on the battlefield, this gap in strength is still quite obvious.

Of course, things like actual combat power are not simply a competition of levels, otherwise there would be no [Battle Master] certification system.

Judging from the level alone, the current Wang Shui is only at the second level, and his physical fitness is not good enough for promotion. As long as his attributes improve, breaking through to the third level should be a matter of course.

The vast amount of knowledge and powerful abilities gave Wang Shui a lot of confidence in dealing with enemies, and also enriched his methods.

If he faced an ordinary third-level transcendent, Wang Shui would not be afraid, but if it were a fourth-level transcendent, he would have to think carefully about it.

Wang Shui sat down on the comfortable single sofa. After he relaxed his mind, his eyes became a little hollow.

While he was thinking, he communicated with Sylvia:

"That guy who is the magic stick is not just a fourth-level problem. His state is very strange. I am sure that he has not just gained abilities.

I suspect that he also gained the memories, knowledge, and even energy of the original owners of those flesh and blood.

To be honest, I really don’t want to have contact with him anymore,”

Sylvia immediately understood what Wang Shui meant: "So, you don't want to engage in a "proxy war"? "

In this regard, Wang Shui was not at all ashamed of the heroic words he had used to prepare for the war.

He explained calmly:

"It's not that I'm indecisive, but we have to face reality - the magic stick is too dangerous.

That guy's original purpose was to kill everyone. Although we don't know his motives yet, there is no doubt that he is now tracking the knights and he wants to kill them all.

In this case, once the rebel army we control joins the final battlefield, he will immediately discover that I am still alive. Next, he will most likely find a way to kill me. "

Wang Shui's worries are not unreasonable.

They really have no reason to confront a fourth-level awakened person head-on.

Moreover, the other party's power is quite strange.

Moreover, the odds of winning this final battle were not high, so it was better to just pretend to be dead and hang up.

Leaving this world, taking out the technology that he has studied for so long, and living his own life well, this is what Wang Shui cares about most.

Sylvia was also helpless about Shui Wang's sometimes too timid and sometimes too reckless character, but reality was not a one-way street, and various accidents would lead to sudden changes in risks.

She could only make her own suggestions:

"It's okay to stay put for now. You can also consider not participating in the war.

But the resources we currently have cannot be reduced or wasted. We must prepare according to the original plan.

If there is a chance to participate in a war, we can never regret not being prepared.

In the last few days, you have been keeping an eye on the magic stick. If there is really no chance to take action, we will give up the struggle and accept the punishment of mission failure.

In short, you cannot throw away the sword in your hand just because the enemy is strong. "

After thinking for a while, Wang Shui chose to trust Sylvia's judgment.

…

…

The next few days were quite long for Aqua Regia.

Their preparations for war have long entered the final stage, and now only some drones are still on the production line.

What really made Wang Shui feel tortured was the process of monitoring the magic stick - that guy continued to get stronger.

Wang Shui, who possesses master-level spatial abilities, has a unique perception of space.

Wang Shui was clearly certain that even if the magic stick was gradually turning into an angel, it would be impossible to observe him through space.

But he will still be under pressure because of that weird fourth-level energy fluctuation.

Speaking of which, Dumbledore is also a transcendent of around the fourth and fifth levels, but the pressure that Dumbledore brings to Aqua Regia is far less than the [angel-shaped] magic stick.

Finally, the world entered the final countdown in silence and peace.

After nine hours and thirteen minutes, the entire fantasy world will stop functioning, and the surviving awakened people will enter the final stage of war.

However, the indigenous individuals in this world know nothing about this. For them, today is as numb and dull as yesterday.

Wang Shui's assets have already been packed up, and his personal space is already filled with things he can take away.

The sisters have also frozen the alchemy body and asked the aqua regia to put it away.

Although many sisters, including Sylvia, can provide Wang Shui with good fighting power, but in terms of running away, it is better to leave Wang Shui alone outside.

Now, the 24 of them are using Wang Shui's perspective to watch the angelic magic stick swallow an indigenous wizard again.

The whole process was very simple, and very... Wang Shui didn't know how to describe it.

The angelic magic stick killed the indigenous wizard with crushing power, and then immediately condensed the newly deceased wizard into a drop of dark red blood.

The magic stick absorbed the drop of blood, and then the whole person's momentum increased.

Wang Shui stared at it for a long time before realizing that although this guy, Shengun, was chasing the knight on the surface, he would occasionally stop to hunt some powerful indigenous wizards nearby.

Then absorb their flesh and blood essence to make yourself stronger.

During the hunt for the magic stick, the knight uncle also took the opportunity to try to fight back. Naturally, the uncle was defeated miserably and he could only run away.

However, by some strange combination of circumstances, at this special time today, they returned to Hogwarts. To be precise, the knight uncle returned here with the magic stick and aqua regia.

But the magic stick is quite happy. After all, there are many wizards here in Hogwarts.

Besides the bad students, there are a lot of professors worth swallowing.

Moreover, Voldemort's research institute is also nearby, and those researchers are also quite good wizards.

The magic stick originally planned to chase down the loach-like knight today, and then come back here to devour the wizards.

As for war? He doesn't care.

Following the embarrassed knight, the magic stick also came to the spacious hillside behind Hogwarts School.

But in an instant, the atmosphere suddenly solidified in the relaxing natural environment around them.

The holy face of the divine stick, who had long been accustomed to being indifferent, once again showed the surprise that belongs to a mortal.

He landed in a small stone square, and the knight uncle who had been running away in panic was lazily leaning on a boulder, seemingly waiting for him.

Wang Shui's heart also skipped a beat.

Because there is another person standing next to the uncle knight - Voldemort.

Behind Voldemort, there are a large number of Death Eaters, about two hundred people!

They didn't break out into a fight.

"What do you mean, Voldemort?"

When the angelic magic stick fell, he asked directly.

The elegant Tom Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort, takes a step forward.

He first looked at the knight uncle, then looked at the holy magic stick, and then said:

"Doing business with you is really a loss. You have gained the power of a god, but I can only work hard to maintain the empire."

The magic stick frowned. He had always attached great importance to Voldemort. This was not only because Voldemort himself was very strong, but also because Voldemort's habitual calmness made him very uncomfortable.

In nine hours, though, the world would be over.

Even if he doesn't kill Voldemort, everything in this world will turn into dust of data.

And looking at it now, Voldemort and his more than two hundred elite Death Eaters are really not necessarily his opponents.

But before breaking out, the magic stick still wanted to know what Voldemort was up to.

He regained his sense of indifference as an [angel] and asked calmly:

"Do you feel that you are at a loss now? Didn't you get less power from me? As for being fettered by the empire, you asked for it.

I'm curious, Voldemort, what conditions did the knight offer you in exchange for your support.

And why do you naively think that you can confront me just by joining forces as a ragtag group of people? "

The words of the magic stick were full of majesty, but Voldemort just smiled faintly:

"Oh, Mr. Divine Grace, you are mistaken, I am not talking to you, and please stop doing such ridiculous performances.

Although I don’t know why you chose today, it’s time to stop here, right? Mr. Shield Barbot? "

The moment he heard the captain's name, the magic stick suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart.

Wang Shui, who was watching the show through a spatial curtain not far away, felt his heart skip a beat again.

Wang Shui frowned, his eyes fell on the magic stick in the middle of the square, and he muttered:

"[The One Who Knows Self-Devotion]...consecrate...sacrifice, call—sacrifice."

"You seem to understand something?" Sylvia's voice sounded in the internal network.

Ha, Wang Shui smiled helplessly, and then pressed the button in his hand.

At the same time, more than two thousand kilometers away, the two war cores that Wang Shui's side had spent a lot of time and energy preparing self-destructed.

Sylvia did not comment on Wang Shui's decision, because self-destruction was originally part of their plan.

They have discussed that if they can fight against each other or reach some strategic consensus with the angelic magic stick, they will continue to use these two cores.

Coupled with the legacy of the hunting team, the final proxy war can still be fought.

And if things develop beyond their ability to handle and everyone has to pretend to be dead to avoid the crisis, then the core will be destroyed directly.

Entering the final battle without any troops, Wang Shui could just pretend to be dead alone.

While Sylvia was waiting, Wang Shui organized the conversation for a long time, and finally just said with a wry smile:

"We seem to have strayed into someone else's situation..."