The Stonehenge is piled up from large stones, with raised stones as pillars, and lying stones on the pillars, surrounding them into two concentric circles, and then there are slightly smaller stones as altars. The "Starry Face" standing in the middle of the Stonehenge slowly straightened up. Although he had no facial features, Zhao Mai could still feel his gaze sweeping across everyone in turn. The man called Meilin bent down and climbed up the central altar tremblingly, facing Zhao Mai.

"The power of magic should belong to humans, not your private property!" Merlin's voice trembled, but it was still very loud: "This power will be passed down with new languages, helping humans understand themselves and find the right direction of development."

"Humans can find their own direction of development and do not need your magic." The "starry faces" around Zhao Mai said in unison: "Your magic is just a simple force. This power is simple and easy to use, but simple power will make people lose. You must wait for humans to grow up and wait until they will not lose themselves because of their power before they can pass on our knowledge to them."

"No!" Merlin shouted loudly: "You are all determined to let humans re-trace the old path and lose their power of transcendence forever! Their best result is that like us, living is not considered alive, and death is not considered dead."

"You are wrong," said the others. "We hope that humans will not follow our path, so we would rather not pass on their strength to them. Let them develop themselves, progress themselves, and wait for them to produce a spark of wisdom that will shine in the deep universe and in the dark hearts. What you give them is old and wrong things, hopeless."

"You are wrong." Merlin shook his head, his voice becoming more and more firm: "I have corrected the mistakes in the spell. As long as humans learn, they will not make the mistakes we make!"

"If we don't learn from us, we won't make our mistakes." Others said: "We are all Merlin and cannot destroy each other, but we can trap you here forever. Destroy the Holy Grail and go back with us. You just need more calculations and observations to know what we are saying is right."

Merlin in Stonehenge shook his head: "No, I will not think and act together like you. I would rather be sealed here than let the Holy Grail be in the hands of mankind."

The "Starry Faces" looked at each other, and then said in unison: "Since you have decided, then that's it. The future of human beings is destroyed in your hands, then destroy it. We will re-expand the calculations and find the next possible race."

After saying that, all the "starry faces" raised their right hand and pointed at the sky, then slapped them hard on their chest. The runes on the Stonehenge were immediately extinguished, and the shields protecting the place disappeared. They walked towards Merlin in the middle and surrounded him.

"What did you do? Why did you seal the natural power of this dimension and the super-dimensional divine power? Why did my magic also fail?"

"Because your magic is just an improvement, not a change, because your method is wrong." Everyone said in unison: "We did not break out of the barrier, and in fact you are not different." They each reached out and grabbed Merlin and wanted to pull him down.

"I don't believe you!" Meilin took out a wooden cup from his cloak and threw it out of the Stonehenge range with all his strength. The "Starry Face" turned around and noticed that there was someone standing outside the Stonehenge. Zhao Mai waved to the "Starry Face", and the "Holy Grail" of the wood rolled to his feet.

Then, Meilin, who was caught by everyone, pulled everyone tightly. "My magic!" He shouted, and then the Stonehenge suddenly emitted light, and then a powerful airflow burst out. Zhao Mai was squatting down to grab the Holy Grail, and was immediately blown away by the airflow and rolled along the hillside grass. When he got up, Meilin and the "Starry Face" disappeared, and the Stonehenge became ruined, as seen in later pictures.

"Holy Grail!" Zhao Mai lowered his head and looked at the thing in his hand. This was a wooden cup hand-polished with a whole piece of wood. The surface was quite primitive and rough, crooked and ugly. The surface of the cup was not decorated, had no patterns or text, and there was no energy fluctuation in his hand. So the question arises: How should this thing be used?

The cup is used to hold things, which is the first thing Zhao Mai thought of. He grabbed a cube of soil from the ground and threw it into the cup. After shaking it a little, the soil inside turned into gas, floating out of the wide opening of the cup, forming a rune in the air. Zhao Mai didn't recognize this rune, but he had seen it from the stones of the Stonehenge and belonged to the same style. He picked up another grass and put it in it, and the grass disappeared and turned into another rune.

In other words, this is a translation tool? Zhao Mai looked around and put everything he could find in, and learned the words "grass, soil, stone, gas, light" and other words. Because he was in a green dream and his body was fictional, he could not squeeze out blood or pluck out hair. However, there were indeed things like blood on the ground.

It was a red substance that flowed out from under Meilin's clothes, which was as sticky as glue. The bursting airflow blew away a lot, but there was still some left. Zhao Mai walked over and reached out to pick up a little, and found that the red substance was very hot and quickly burned his skin. Fortunately, this was just a fictional body of the green dream, and it only needed to concentrate on thinking, so a small injury was no big deal.

He endured the scald and put the red substance into the cup, and it immediately boiled. A large number of runes emerged from the cup, and a long speech floated in the air. Zhao Mai looked up and felt dizzy, but he could not take his eyes away. These words contained very profound truths, as if it was a very long spell. Although he didn't understand, he did feel very powerful...

When all the mysterious red liquid evaporated, the words in the sky began to gradually disappear. Zhao Mai was sweating profusely and trembled all over, making it difficult to control his green dream. He did not dare to do any experiments, and looked around without the goal of continuing the experiment. The grass hills in the distance continued, extending to the end of the horizon, with only a monotonous and repeated scenery. Zhao Mai finally looked at the Holy Grail, grabbed it with his hands, and then got out of the green dream.

This time he didn't need to go through the space tunnel. He turned back to the grass man and floated back to the little flower. The clouds in the sky were still roaring, just like when he left, and this time he could understand these people's words.

It was a curse of attack after another, summoning the power of wind, fire, thunder and ice to launch an attack. It seemed that this side was still at the time of the initial attack of "Starry Face", and did not unfold with the story on the other side of the space channel. Zhao Mai returned to the ground, Xiaohua shook her head vigorously and pointed at Tolkien with her finger.

"He is about to wake up and needs to leave immediately!" Through the induction of the natural force, Xiaohua sent this sentence, and then the two of them completely withdrew from the green dream.
Chapter completed!