In the vast sky, Duchamp's gaze looked down on the burning earth on the verge of collapse, and the victorious flame giant finally tore off the last dragon, condensed a huge palm, and grabbed at the sky. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info【Fengyun Novel Reading】

At this moment, which seemed to be the difference between life and death, Duchamp suddenly felt that there seemed to be some kind of expectation in his heart, and he also expected the invading giant to lift the dark cloud.

There is an unfamiliar area in my brain, and it is very unpleasant to think about.

His soul was not hidden in that dark cloud.

After defeating dozens of dragons, the giant was covered in scars and shrunk in size - it wasn't a dragon, it was a seal condensed by divine magic. After all, it was a forbidden set by a god himself, and he used force to break this divine power seal, how could he not be injured.

But the predecessor of this consciousness was an extremely powerful god, although there was only a little bit of broken divinity left, but this god was extremely proud in his lifetime, and the divinity he left behind eventually affected the will of this new life, making him choose such a straightforward way of fighting.

He ended the war, reached into the dark clouds, and tore it outward. This is really just a metaphor, in this war of pure will, it is only the will that is torn apart.

The dark clouds shattered, and countless fragments of consciousness surged towards this powerful will like a meteor shower.

"It's ...... Future! The giant took one look at it, and immediately knew what was inside, and infinite surprise and joy came together.

As a nascent and naïve consciousness, his ability is naturally not as strong as he boasted to Brother Lan Mao and the others, and he can only control the situation like this at most-luring those powerful souls with great effort and without a trace, and using their souls to nourish his consciousness growth. But cControl the law of cause and effect of fate, which is the dream of every powerful man, but he cannot do it. And these fragments of fate flying in the air like snowflakes, what a powerful ability is needed to deduce such a vast cause and effect. Looking at it in turn, fate seems to be following an irreversible trajectory, slowly turning, until the future that has been predetermined!

A few days ago, when Duchamp secretly went to spy on Delgado's mansion, this newborn will, through a trace of divine power attached to the stone statue, immediately felt Duchamp's incomparable ability of order - a perfect fusion of information gathering, logical response, analysis and deduction and other abilities - Duchamp called a "system" of special ability, this is exactly what he dreamed of, if this ability is fused by him, in the perception and control of the world, he will go further, and even, can be called a real "god"!

He stared greedily at the fragments in the sky, scattering all the divine powers, to touch, to receive those fragments, each fragment seemed to be running irregularly, but faintly echoing each other, as long as he could find those key "points" on the path of fate, he could control fate, he was a real god.

It is said that the wife of a philosopher once complained that philosophers liked to look up at the stars and not see the stones that were about to be tripped under their feet.

Because he was too deep into the future, this naïve "god" whose soul had not yet grown up naturally did not see that directly above him, a golden star was smashing down on him in a domineering posture of Mount Tai.

"I want to steal the full works of my tracks, see if I don't stone you!"

The star, which had been lying in ambush all along, had moved directly above the giant at some point, and the star's face reflected Duchamp's deformed smile of success.

This is Duchamp's soul, the soul in the sea of consciousness, originally there are no fixed coordinates, when the whole world burns fire, it can only hide in the most special place in the sea of consciousness. There is a barrier here, which is a divine spell, imposed by the gods themselves, as a means of fixing some erroneous flight coordinates.

This seal would have been impossible to break in this world, unless Duchamp himself became a god - which is basically impossible - or met a god.

This low-level nascent consciousness with a hint of divinity, with its incomplete knowledge, failed to understand the essence of this seal at all, but with its broken will to fight, he lost most of his strength and cracked this divine art, which actually had nothing to do with his original purpose.

The star itself contained a little divinity, and it knew everything, but it did not tell Duchamp - Duchamp's weak soul had never been able to merge with it, so he naturally did not know what the star was intending to, until this moment it told him that the opportunity had come.

So Duchamp turned his soul into a brick, and threw himself at the wounded giant with great joy as Mount Tai was overpowered. Not only his soul, but also his body flew up between the stars, rushing towards the main body of the idol.

"Boom!" A loud sound, like thunder falling from the sky, echoed in this otherworldly space conceived by the will of giants.

The cloak that was making a long speech in the courtroom suddenly lost its voice, and there was no such misdirection in its known trajectory of fate.

It looked up in surprise, and suddenly sensed that the essence of the god, which supported it and many consciousness bodies in this world, seemed to have been hit by a huge blow and was on the verge of shattering.

It was desperately trying to probe the space in horror when a spur of thorn came out of the sloping ground, blade with terrifying power.

"Broken!" The stab shone brightly in Bluehair's hand, straight to the cloak, and nailed it to the ground.

"I've got you!" The blue-haired brother stretched out his foot and stepped on this strange cloak, and the strength of the hand holding the military thorn continued to increase.

The cloak had been pierced with a d, but the d never recovered. The military thorn that he picked up casually could be directly infused with the power of Qiyao, and this power destroyed the cloak's defenses.

This thing was originally just a magic item, and once the core that supported its operation was destroyed, the whole item became useless. The temperature on the thorns was getting hotter, and the cloak was creaking and screaming, finally burning and turning to ashes.

The loud bang just now, as well as the spatial shock, at the moment of the spatial shock, the power that restrained them was inevitably disordered, and the blue-haired brother with amazing reflexes instantly let half of his body get rid of the restraints, and pulled out the military thorn, infused with yao power and wielded.

When the mercenaries mentioned the military thorn just now, he guessed that it must be related to the one he picked up.

The thorn was unexpected, and when it was infused with radiant power, it easily cut through the strange black vines, even the cloak was not spared.

The strength of several other people was far inferior to him, and they were still struggling. The power that binds one's body has weakened, and anyone has sensed it.

Overjoyed, the Governor gave up his struggle and looked hopefully at his old classmates, waiting to be rescued.

"This dagger is so useful, it's like it was made for me." Brother Lan Mao waved the military spur with satisfaction, and felt a little regretful, "It's a pity that it's a little small." He waved his thorn in his hand, breaking through the strange vines that had wrapped around his old classmates, and walked towards Olivier, ready to free the others from their bonds.

"Wait!" The governor who had escaped rushed over and grabbed his hand: "Tremon, you go and find a way out here, go to support the soldiers as soon as possible, I want to ask this kid a few questions first." ”

"Why? Thomas, you know, we're not out of danger yet! Not to mention leaving the Otherworld, it's hard to leave this room. Brother Lan Mao pointed to Olivier and the vines on the road: "These things are still working, which means that the real culprit here has not been eradicated!" ”

The Governor continued to clasp his hand, "It won't take much time for me to ask this kid a few questions. ”

Olivier tilted his head, looked at the Governor, and suddenly smiled, revealing two lovely dimples. "Just ask."

Blue-haired Brother shook his head, "Thomas, before, I made a pact with that white-haired boy in the labyrinth to work together to get rid of this dangerous otherworld, and to ensure that they leave safely. ”

"Even so, breaking this otherworld mainly depends on the power of you and me, what can these mercenaries do?"

Blue-haired Brother turned his head in surprise and stared at his old classmate.

"Thomas, there are so many things that happened just now, don't you reflect on it? Your mind is clearly influenced by the foreign object in this space. I don't want this thing to continue to deviate from its original trajectory and go further and further down the wrong path! ”

"No, Tremon, this is something I have decided a long time ago, and it is not influenced by anyone, and it has a huge impact on our career." The Governor pressed the hand that held the dagger in Bluehair, walked up to Olivier, stared into his eyes, and asked sharply, "Just now when we all gave up the last round of speeches, you still seem to have something to say, what do you want to say?" ”

"Just now!" Olivier closed his eyes, as if recalling for a second, and soon opened them again, his dimples gone, and an extremely rare expression of fortitude appeared on his face.

"In the final round of debate, the rotten cloak seemed to say that someone had framed Delgado and that he had to be accused so that the others could be saved."

Blue-haired Brother Tie blushed, listening to the young man who had never been playful, and said word by word what he desperately didn't want to hear. "That's why I want to accuse you! Your Excellency the Governor. ”

Lu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly sped up the struggling. Despite his rough nerves, he also knew that things were slipping in an irretrievable direction. He really wanted to yell at the long-haired young man who was so handsome that he didn't talk in the way of Duchamp's scolding: "Silly Que, shut up!" But he knew better that there was no help at this point, so he tried harder to keep his head down, grit his teeth, and keep silent, and struggle with all his might.

Olivier looked into the Governor's eyes, as if trying to reach out through this window into his mind, the usual cynical smile on his face gone, and only a calm, determined voice echoed in the small space.

"I think you're the culprit, Thomas Hiddleston. Model student of the Class of 1189 of the Tolz Non-commissioned Officer School, your photo is still hanging on the wall of the student council for the students to see! ”