"Atomic Universe", inside the Tower of Babel.
When Lucian returned, Natasha was still standing in front of the "small live screen" in a daze, her eyes looking forward, and the "Sword of Truth" constantly turning in her hand.
"What's wrong?" Lucian asked strangely, with her arcane level, she wouldn't be in a daze for so long after being shocked, right?
Hearing Lucian's voice, Natasha seemed to have just woken up from her dream, and her silver-purple eyes shone brightly: "Although this delayed choice experiment cannot definitively prove that the 'law of cause and effect' of strict time order can be destroyed, I am wondering, is the 'Sword of Truth' based on this principle? ' The 'law of cause and effect' is broken, so any means of resurrection are invalid?"
Lucian looked at her with a serious expression, looking her up and down, which made her, who was always confident and firm, slightly stunned, did I guess it right?
After a few minutes, just as Natasha couldn't help but continue speaking, Lucian suddenly burst into laughter and laughed happily: "You think too much."
"Really? This is not my strength!" Natasha was unaffected and looked like she was taken for granted.
Lucian restrained his smile, nodded lightly, and said, "Being able to take the initiative to think about the arcane principles corresponding to the bloodline of the 'Sword of Truth' is a huge improvement. Although I'm not sure yet, I have a vague idea of your bloodline power, and when I come back from the ancient hell, I might be able to tell you what it is."
"Really?" Hearing Lucian's words, Natasha was surprised and delighted, how to go next on the path of knighthood is one of the priorities of her life, and the experience of "meditation" every month made her understand that if you want to find your own path of knighthood, it is an indispensable prerequisite to understand or figure out your own bloodline, otherwise at most you can become a third-order epic knight like the "Heart of Time" by accumulating hundreds of years, and even more so don't even think about it.
For a knight like her, who is good at fighting and tenacious, exploring and studying her own bloodline is a weakness, and it may take a long time to realize, but fortunately, there is a great arcanist by her side, a great arcanist who is famous for his research!
After blurting out, Natasha noticed another important point: "Are you going to the ancient hell?"
She didn't dwell on the previous question anymore, because she believed that Lucian would definitely not deceive herself on such an important issue, he said that if he had an idea, then he must have an idea, and it would be clear when he returned from the ancient hell.
"These two experiments have made me gain a lot, and after I build a few more magics, it's time to go to the 'Ancient Hell' to verify one of my ideas, and then everything will have an answer." Lucian said vaguely, "Although the 'Lord of Hell' has steadily descended on the Lord's material world, His true body must still be in the depths of hell, so this time I will go alone. Moreover, the current situation is turbulent, and you can respond in time if you stay in Rentat."
Natasha pursed her lips and nodded slowly: "Okay."
She knew very well that although she had the Shield of Truth and the Sword of Truth, her actual combat power was equivalent to the legendary third order, but when facing the gods, she would still be crushed, and she was not a magician, and she didn't have so many strange life-saving spells.
"During this time, I will develop a new legendary spell that can help us 'communicate' across borders, and in case of any emergencies, we can notify each other." Lucian tried his best to make thorough preparations, but he didn't care, there was Your Excellency the Speaker sitting in Alinge, unless Viken used the god-descending technique as if he was dead, or all the other god-like gods joined forces, there was really nothing worth notifying across the border.
"'Cross-border' communication?" Natasha repeated this word, and with her knowledge, she had never heard of any other way to establish cross-border communication outside the stable 'Gate of the Other World', so she was quite puzzled and curious.
Lucian nodded and smiled: "This legendary communication technique can indeed connect across xenospace, but it can only be used once and the information transmitted is limited, and it also needs to be pre-agreed on the communication code.
"It feels based on the strange nature of microscopic particles......" Natasha listened and judged with certainty, then she adjusted her mood and snorted, "You said you have gained a lot from today's two experiments, what is it? Affirm the 'observer effect', or can the 'law of cause and effect' be destroyed?"
Lucian could feel her hidden curiosity, and smiled: "For me, the most important gain is that under such experimental design and conditions, these two experiments can be completed with electrons.
"Is there any difference between this?" Natasha didn't understand, she could understand the experiment, but this kind of deep-seated problem involving theory was not something an amateur like her could understand.
"The difference? This involves quantum field theory, wave mechanics, matrix mechanics......" Lucian deliberately cited a large number of theories.
"Stop, stop, stop." Natasha listened loudly, quickly stopped, and changed the topic, "In the first experiment, the electron trajectory mark was erased through the design experiment, so that the experimenter could not obtain this part of the information, so the interference streak was still there, making people feel the existence of the 'observer effect', but this cannot fully prove the problem. There is no 'observer' in this way?"
Lucian glanced at Natasha in surprise, perhaps it was because he didn't know enough to ask such a question.
He thought for a while and laughed softly: "Who knows? No one will know the result, because once someone observes, there will be an 'observer'. Anyway, there is no way to verify it."
"Then suppose there is a mysterious being who does not cause the observer effect......" Natasha used her imagination, "Why don't you simply guess from the theory?"
"I guess?" Lucian smiled and said, "I guess there may be interference stripes, or there may not be interference stripes, hahahaha."
Natasha looked up at the ceiling and decided not to discuss arcane with him.
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In June of the year 830 of the holy calendar, the weather was like fire, burning everything.
The famous city of the Syracuse Kingdom, Anhadur, the Cathedral of Salvation.
An archbishop wandered anxiously in front of the prayer room, waiting for the cardinal to receive him.
"Why haven't you finished praying yet, and a new cult has been discovered in the nearby manor......" The archbishop paced back and forth while touching his head and sighed, in recent years, cults have emerged one after another, just hitting one, and another one immediately appeared, making the young and powerful self turn gray early, "And this cult seems to be able to summon high-level evil things, if you don't take action, it will be difficult to completely eradicate it by relying on a few people in the court alone."
Thinking that the siege over there was imminent, the archbishop became more and more anxious and decided to muster up the courage to knock on the door to urge.
Dong dong dong, the archbishop bent his fingers and knocked on the door, but as soon as he exerted force, the door creaked back and opened a gap.
"Didn't close it?" The archbishop had a bad feeling, and hurriedly pushed the door open, casting his gaze in.
Then, his gaze froze.
In front of the cross in the prayer room, a broken cardinal's robe was lying quietly there, with strange burning marks on it.
"My lord, my lord was swallowed by the holy light?" The archbishop said to himself blankly.
This is not because he reacts sharply, but in the past six months, with the spread of the results of the two thinking experiments of Lucian Evans, the "Destroyer of the Three Views", dozens of cardinals were swallowed up by the Holy Light while praying, making everyone feel fear and their faces change color when they talk about the two words Lucian Evans.
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With a bleak gray sky and a soundless environment, the necromancer world is always so monotonous and boring.
Lucian put his hands in the pockets of his black double-breasted dress, walking slowly among the undead, the ghouls with teeth and claws, the slow and ferocious zombies, the wandering ghosts, the mummies wrapped in bandages, surrounded him, but they did not know his existence, because he gave people an illusion of diffusing space at this time.
In this way, Lucian quietly crossed the plains of death and arrived at the Necrosanctum, where the legendary undead guarding the vicinity were also unaware of him, allowing him to visit and go deeper like a tourist.
Along the way, Lucian did not encounter a single necromancer with wisdom, it seemed that they all smelled a dangerous aura and did not dare to approach.
Lucian watched as he walked, paying attention to whether there were any changes in the Necromancer, but found nothing, until he arrived at the Soul Hearth and was about to enter the "World of Doors", he felt that the Lich King and other legendary necromancers were wandering around, but they had no idea that they had to make a move, anyway, Lucian had already come twice, and there would be no new losses if he came a few more times, so why bother with desperation?
This is considered to be frightened!
——The second time was when I contacted "Monster" Viken for cooperation.
Looking up at the soul fireplace, looking at the "face" overlapping between "Lucian" and "Summer Wind", Lucian smiled softly and walked to the entrance of the "World of Doors".
"What are you doing again?" "Monster" Viken's voice sounded hoarse, and the last incident had made his situation much worse.
Lucian chuckled: "Let me tell you, I'm going to go to the ancient hell."
"You came here for this kind of thing?" "Monster" Viken's voice rose, feeling that Lucian was the madman.
Lucian took out the moon clock, flipped off the cover, and looked at the time: "Can't it? Well, after telling you, I have to get ready to go."
"Monster" Viken was speechless.
Lucian turned and left, secretly saying in his heart, no change happened......
After he stayed away from the Necromancer's Temple, an old man slowly walked out of the garden near the entrance, wearing a holy crown and holding a platinum scepter, looking deeply at the place where Lucian had disappeared, as if it were Pope Viken!
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