I’m Really An Alchemist - Chapter 417

The planet is spherical, spread out on all sides, and spread out into a flat surface.

Zhou Qi stretched out his hand and lifted it up, the Arda planet was quickly dismantled and integrated into a flat planet, and under his control, fundamental changes took place, and the two planets were pieced together like building blocks.

In the end, it appeared in a vacuum, and it was an extremely large warship.

Zhou Qiluo was on the bow, and the giant warship built with the planet as the skeleton slowly started, starting from the bow and drilling into the ripples of the void.

“In the end what happened?”

Lily grabbed her son’s palm, shocked and disturbed.

She seems to have experienced the creation of a myth.

“Mom, a new era has come.”

Harry’s eyes flashed, and he smiled as he looked up at the sky.

In Hogwarts.

Sybill Trelawney, the former professor of fortune-telling with fluffy hair, looked at the sky and suddenly recalled the prophecy from ten years ago, and the prophecy she had forgotten came to her mind again.

“The world is like a swaying ship, sailing on the dark sea.” She whispered: “The gods are crying, the demons are howling, we have brought the end!”

PS: Thanks to the ancient place name Jue, the book guest 72657478270, the coffin board that held down Newton, and the blade of Xianlan

This chapter is very difficult to write. I tore up five or six thousand words yesterday and wrote it today.

The Harry Potter volume is over, tomorrow will be the end of the volume summary

py: “Girlfriends are also reborn? ! 》

Izayoi died suddenly because of an accident, and was brought to the daily world by the system.

As a deal to let him live again, he needs to follow the system’s instructions to capture the four girls well, which means he needs to associate with Sora Ginko, Kato Megumi, Yukinoshita Yukino, and Kasumigaoka Shiyu at the same time!

In the end, he succeeded and was brought back to the eve of high school entrance a year ago by the system.

After the rebirth, Izayoi decided that he would stay away from the Shura Field and become an ordinary high school student.

“Sure, I will stay at your house for a few days after the game is over – Kong Yinzi”

Kong Yinzi’s text message suddenly came.

Then at the entrance ceremony, Izayoi found that Hikigu was not hospitalized due to a car accident. Yukinoshita Yukino, who was giving a speech at the entrance ceremony, was looking at him coldly.

Shi Yu and Kato Megumi on the other side are staring at him?

Izayoi finally realized something. It seems that he is not the only one who has been reborn?

No, he has to do something, such as… pretending that he is not reborn!

Izayoi Nights succeeded in disguising with superb acting skills!

Next, it’s the reborn Sora Ginko, Yukino, Shi Yu and the others to attack him!

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Chapter 489 Summary at the end of the volume

Harry Potter rolls up on February 2 and ends on May 10, with a total of 570,000 words

From the beginning of writing, the rhythm, layout, and foreshadowing of the whole story have been sorted out by me. From the beginning to the end, they all proceeded according to the outline. I originally thought that 200,000 or 300,000 could end the HP volume. The unnecessary branch lines were cut down every time, and the story was still stretched to the length of 570,000 words.

This is an improvement for me

The first novel in my life was “The Saiyan”. At that time, there was no outline, and it was just a burst of spirit, which led to the whole novel in the later stage. I couldn’t even think about it. Later, when I opened this book, I just Intentionally or unintentionally controlling the plot and not letting it collapse

The volume of HP has exercised my ability to control the plot of medium-length novels

To sum up the HP volume, in terms of the plot, I control the overall development and advance towards the preset ending. From the beginning of writing, I have already thought of the cross-border warship of the ending, so I buried a small foreshadowing in the first chapter, and at the end A chapter to recycle it

Under the condition that the main storyline remains unchanged, I have deleted many sub-lines, such as the Goblet of Fire finals, such as the bankruptcy of Gringotts, and the final battle of the Lord of the Rings, but these main lines do not affect the main storyline, and their existence will make this The volume is so bloated that I have to reluctantly delete it

(Whisper: If it hadn’t been deleted, I’m afraid this volume would be worth a million words)

When writing this volume, I also discovered my own shortcomings.

Character shaping

Attentive readers should find that I have tried several character creations in this volume, trying to make the characters not so flat, so that they have their own flesh and bones, because I have not considered character creation before, which led me to this issue. A new writing style to prepare for the hardships

In the next book, I may specially open a short and medium story of 50,000 to 600,000 words to exercise my lack of characterization and emotional drama.

A book should not only have brain holes

Characters, events, and worldviews are all necessary for a book. I also want to break through myself. In the next book, I will bring readers a better reading experience.

Then, thanks to the company of these four months, the HP volume is finally over.

What will happen to Zhou Qi, what will happen to Hogwarts, and what will happen to arcane civilization, the next volume of DC will have a little introduction

The DC volume is the final volume. It is the final volume that I had already decided in advance when I wrote the second volume (beep-). This volume will not be very long, maybe it will end in 30,000 or 40,000 words.

After finishing this final volume, this book can temporarily bid farewell to everyone

Thank you readers

490 Chapter 1 Chaos

Northern Ireland, Belfast.

at dusk.

The man held an umbrella and walked in the rain. The sky was dark clouds rolling, thunder was fierce, and there were few people on the street. Most people hid under the eaves, waiting for the sudden rainstorm to end.

The man is a typical Northern Irish race, with blond hair, a high nose and a deep outline. He looks no different from an ordinary office worker in his late thirties.

He stopped at the door of a bar, listened to the loud music inside, put away his umbrella, shook the water, and pushed in the door.

The bar is like another world.

Young men and women swayed their bodies in the shrill music. There was a punk-dressed band on the stage. The lead singer swept the electric guitar, piercing the heart, and the high and broken screams and carnivals overwhelmed the outside rainstorm.

The man found the target.

The man sitting at the bar with Erlang’s legs crossed, hugging from left to right. He has short blond hair and an uninhibited smile. He holds a cigarette that looks like a label between his fingers, and his other hand moves restlessly on the chest of his female partner. Causing the girls to laugh coquettishly.

“Constantine.”

The man walked to the sofa and looked down at the witcher.

“I’ve been looking for you.”

John Constantine.

Known as the most despicable and most tenacious on earth, even demons can deceive, and a wizard witcher who cannot be trusted.

Constantine raised his head cynically, glanced at the man, and said boringly, “You’ve identified the wrong person, I’m not Constantine, I suggest you turn left and go to the police station to post a missing person notice!”

“Constantine.”

The man spoke calmly.

click-

It was as if time had pressed the stop button, the noise in the bar subsided, the band on the stage stopped at the exciting node, and the young men and women in the city wiggled their bodies to stop, like dolls.

In this still space, only two people can move.

Constantine didn’t pause for a minute. At the moment when the space was stagnant, a Pfeifer Zeliska revolver appeared in the left hand of his female partner. This one-handed pistol could not be grasped. Hold it firmly in your hand.

Thunder shook.

The 15.2MM silver bullet spun out, with bullets with various buffs of smashing demons and warding off evil spirits, which could blast the undead vampire head into a giant pit that could not be recovered.

But, such a bullet.

such a distance.

The man just nodded, and a golden barrier floated in front of him, engraving the bullet in it, and its huge kinetic energy was easily carried over.

“Huh.”

Constantine’s tense muscles relaxed again, and he leaned on the sofa lazily, looking at the man in front of him.

The man was covered with golden light, and the beam was concentrated, forming a phantom.

It was a phantom of a man wearing a golden helmet, a gold-blue tights, and a golden cloak. The moment the phantom appeared, the parasitized Irish man fell into a coma.

“Dr. Fate.”

Constantine called out the name of the ghost, “I thought it was another enemy who came to seek revenge on me, but I didn’t expect it to be the famous Doctor.”

The phantom of Doctor Destiny seems like reality.

“Constantine, I can’t see you in my real body. I can only control an ordinary person to find you. I, no, the earth, the entire multiverse needs your help!”

“Don’t say such a troublesome thing at first sight.” Constantine said, “I’m just an ordinary witcher, how can I save the multiverse?”

“The wall of origin is broken, and the existence from the outer world has invaded the multiverse.” Doctor Fate’s shadow flickered like an antenna TV, and his voice hurried: “The tower of fate has been discovered, Constantine, the source of magic is being revised—”

“stop!”

The witcher extinguished the lit cigarette and said to the phantom, “I don’t want to get involved in this troublesome incident. Why did you come to me? Can’t you go to other heroes?”

“Shazam disappeared.”

Dr. Fate said in a deep voice: “There is a higher foreign force that is eroding the magic world of the multiverse, and none of us can be spared.”

The witcher shrugged.

“My ability to escape is not bad. Since there is an existence that even Shazam can’t deal with, don’t come to me, this poor, helpless and poor little wizard. Bye, please help me pay the bill here.”

Having said that, Konstantin waved his hands with his back to the silent Doctor Fate, and disappeared in the torrential rain with the flash of thunder in the sky.

“No one is spared, this is your destiny.”

Dr. Destiny noticed that the Tower of Destiny outside the time and space was completely broken, and left this sentence before disappearing.

The time at the bar was flowing again, but there was one more comatose man and one less cynical witcher.

It’s pouring rain.

The sky and the earth were pitch black, and the viaduct was crawling in the darkness like a giant, carrying a hazy ribbon, which was the halo brewed by the spotlights of the car.

Constantine was walking down the street with an umbrella, and the words of Dr. Destiny appeared in his mind.

He shook his head, throwing his thoughts away.

“I don’t want to get involved in such a strange event!”

Said the witcher, turning the corner and entering the dark alley.

He stopped at the entrance of the alley, and the stagnant water flowed in along the alley, and the pea-sized raindrops splashed countless ripples on the water.

Constantine’s ears moved, and from the rainstorm sonata, he heard an unusual whimpering sound, as well as the smell of blood stunned by the water vapor—the smell of blood was familiar.

The feeling of hell.

“This is really—” The witcher was extremely speechless, and stepped into the alley.

He lit a cigarette, moved his umbrella forward, and exhaled.

The life in the alley sensed the footsteps, and walked out slowly, slowly, quietly showing a hideous smile, under the cover of the rain, a sharp laughter, a rumbling of thunder, and lightning across the sky, illuminating the light. dark.

The one who pounced on the witcher was a red-skinned, pointed-eared, extremely ferocious demon.

Then,

The attacked witcher’s windbreaker turned over, and the silver-white hand cannon touched the demon’s chin. The witcher held the demon with one hand and pressed it against the wall, the cigarette in his palm burning on its cheek.

“Tell me, who called you?”

The witcher smiled kindly, so threatening.

Under the threat of the witcher, the poor helpless and hungry demon explained everything in 1510. It was not summoned to reality, but escaped from hell.

Escape, this word is not wrong.