The sun rises later in the depths of the North Sea than in the city of shepherds. It was early in the morning, and the darkest hour before dawn had just passed, and a red and white light appeared on the sea in the far distance.

Durand flew twenty meters above the surface of the sea, and the wind pressure brought by the flight was like a sharp knife, separating the water below from side to side, leaving a long and obvious scratch behind Duland.

The cold wind blew in his face, and Durand breathed deeply, the heat and fury after a night of killing slowly cooled in the wind, and finally calmed down.

"Factional infighting? Proof of identity? Durand showed a somewhat helpless expression, "When they return to Sendro and understand the cruelty and horror of the dwarven war, it is estimated that they will not have the spare time to waste brain cells on this kind of thing." No, in fact, I don't have to wait until I go back to Sendelo, when I get the ancestral slate, this family dispute will end directly. ”

After cultivating for the first time, the connection between the deity and the doppelganger became closer, and the connection became very convenient. The news of the events in the City of Shepherds has been sent to Durand through the Knife Soul.

The reason why the Learmons family is divided into two factions is that there is a difference of opinion on the issue of the "ancestral slate".

The Ancestral Slate is something left behind by Learmons, and is currently in a sealed state. The hawks advocate the forcible unsealing of the slate for strength, while the doves advocate continuing to wait.

While Learmons left behind the slate, he also left a brief instruction: "Wait until the right opportunity to unlock the box of power." ”

But what exactly is the right opportunity, the two factions of the pigeon and eagle have their own understanding.

At present, the slate is divided into two parts, which are held by the leaders of the two factions of the family. To be honest, Durand doesn't have a position on how to use the slate for the time being, after all, he doesn't know enough about the situation.

But Durand felt there was one thing he had to do right away, and only he could do it at the moment. That is to reunite the two slabs.

Putting together the slate first, and then thinking about how to use it, it takes absolute power to suppress the factional strife of the family, and Durand now has this power.

After fusing the power divine fire last night, the energy level increased tenfold, reaching the 1100 unit energy level of the lower god standard of Sendeluo, and combined with the "Multiple Judgments" and "Zero Style" with more than 100 levels of the upper rules. "Durand's strength surpasses that of almost all lower gods, and it is enough to challenge those middle gods who have not embarked on the path of fusion mysteries.

Comparing Sendlow's original plane god, it is probably only Manus who stole part of the "Double Heavens". At the moment, it is better than Duland.

As for Thoreau, he is not in Duland's comparison for the time being.

Durand knew that he was still too far from Thoreau, who might represent the pinnacle of the era, enough to fight the dwarves who were suspected of being Rochester's own deity.

His own strength, the future of the family, and the dwarf war, these are the things that Durand is currently concerned about.

So what Caesar and they tossed in Mucheng, Durand didn't pay attention to it at all after hearing about it. No matter how powerful those people are, they are just the leaders of the new generation of the family, not the real decision-makers. At least not yet.

And Durand is already one of the most important decision-makers in the whole of Sendlow!

So he didn't care what Caesar thought at all, because he didn't have time and didn't need to. In comparison, it was the incident of "Alyselle was slapped by Durand". It shook Duland's heart a little.

Frankly...... Actually, it's a bit of a snicker.

If she is not as happy as she imagined, then he has enough reasons and motives to snatch her back. Although, there will still be regrets.

Durand didn't know whether it was sweet or astringent.

He was slightly distracted. Pat yourself the face and pull your flying thoughts back.

In any case, try your best to find the family base hidden under the North Sea. Tell your parents that you're still alive, and then take the family back to the city of shepherds. That's the top priority right now.

"W-hey!"

In the midst of the whistling wind, there was a hearty cheer, followed by a burst of laughter from a woman full of joy.

I saw a small island not far ahead, the area was not large, and there were some ice floes floating around the island, and at this time, the ice floes flew up with the waves, and a huge sea fish broke through the water and was caught by the woman on the shore.

The big fish snapped and bounced vigorously, but it could not tear off the thin line of light gold that looked fragile, and the scales glowed golden red in the rising sun.

With a bang, the woman on the shore slapped a palm at the moment when the big fish fell, knocked the fish unconscious, and then threw it backhand, and the body of the fish, which was bigger than several people tied up, flew backwards lightly and fell into a small bucket. Looking at the volume, I am afraid that the bucket may not even fit a few ordinary small fish, but it magically holds a large fish with a volume hundreds of times that of itself.

Duland's eyes flashed slightly, and he gradually slowed down his flight.

He stopped in mid-air not far from the island and looked at the woman with a face full of joy catching fish after fish. Each fish has a different species, and many of them are not supposed to float to the surface of the sea, but only live at a depth of thousands of meters, but they are magically caught by the woman.

In Duland's perception, every time a woman threw a hook with no bait into the sea, a large number of fish within a radius of miles would swim like chicken blood, struggling to bite the baitless hook.

The only fish that bites the hook will be pulled up, and all the other fish that don't will die in an instant and slowly sink to the bottom of the sea.

Durand looked at the island where the woman was standing, and saw that the island was lush with coconut trees. The tropical island looks very nondescript in this white and cold ice sea.

"Ahh

"Oh yes!"

"Hey!"

The woman was still fishing, and the excitement was endless, she completely ignored Duland, who was silently watching in mid-air, and was completely immersed in the atmosphere of self-entertainment.

Durand didn't bother, just watched quietly, looking extremely focused.

The woman's fishing movements are stretched and calm, simple and noble, which seems to be a set of capable postures.

The golden fish hook and pale golden fishing line in the woman's hand had a strange texture, and it was impossible to tell whether it was energy condensation or some special material.

Especially the way the woman attracts sea fish with baitless hooks, Durand used all his eyesight, but he still couldn't understand it. There is no reason for a fish that bites a hook to die. Durand couldn't figure it out either.

Eventually, all the fish in the neighborhood were gone. Either he died, or he was thrown into a keg behind the woman's back.

"Hi, hello!" The woman put down the hook, wiped her sweat, and turned to Durand with a big smile. She speaks the lingua franca of the main plane.

Durand's face did not move, and he nodded, "Hello." ”

"Can you come and do me a favor?" The woman asked enthusiastically.

"Yes."

With Duland's help, the woman picked up the bucket with some difficulty and slowly moved it to the edge of the island. Then he fell down to the sea, and with the sound of falling water, all the fish that had been caught just now were released back into the sea.

After the woman released the last fish, she shook the bucket vigorously to confirm that all the fish were released, then she put down the bucket and wiped her sweat, and looked at Durand with a smile, "Thank you!" ”

"You're welcome." Durand stepped back half a step.

"Don't you ask me why I did it? On such a cold day, it was fishing and releasing animals. ”

"yes. I was about to ask. ”

"Let me think about what I should tell you...... Well, let's put it this way! Essentially, what I've just done is what Rochester is doing right now. Channeling, killing, competing, and finally screening out the strongest. The woman said.

Duland's eyes lit up with a brilliant light. Staring into the woman's eyes, he asked seriously, "What do you mean?" ”

She grinned and pulled Durand to a reef on the edge of the island. Durand stood, and she sat down on her own. Then he pointed to the half-rising sun in the distance and asked, "I see that you are quite strong, and I will give you a bow and an arrow." Can you shoot that sun down? ”

Durand thought to himself that the sun was just an illusory projection, the real sun was among the ten main stars, and all the main stars were on the border of the endless void, hanging on the void membrane that separated the "endless" from the "endless".

If the real sun is shot down, the projection of the distant sun will of course no longer exist.

Merely...... Shoot down a main star? Durand isn't conceited to that point.

"I can't do it." Durand replied.

"Why?" The woman asked with interest.

"Because the sun in front of you and me is just an illusory shadow, no matter how powerful the power I have, I can't shoot an illusory zài that doesn't exist in the first place." Durand said, "As for the reality behind the unreal, I don't think I'll ever be able to grow to the point where I can defeat it." ”

"You're right." The woman laughed, "In the same way, you killed Rochester of Sendlaw, Rochester of Dragon's Lair, and Rochester of Twin Bright, but those are all illusory shadows, and there is no point in killing them." As for the real Rochester behind the Unreal, there's not a single chance you'll kill it. It's like you can't shoot down the real sun. ”

Durand just laughed and didn't respond. It seems to him a bit ridiculous to compare Rochester to the level of existence of the sun.

But the woman's expression looked very serious, staring at the sun in the distance, and continued softly: "This dwarf war is unsolvable. So my colleagues and I, in the very beginning of the war, made the smartest choice - never to fight Rochester, but to go with the flow. ”

The woman paused, then said, "Let's put it this way, the many main planes of the Void are like a big ship destined to collapse. It is impossible for anyone to hold up such a huge ship that is destined to sink on their own. ”

"And, if you can, why do you?"

The woman raised her voice, with an incomprehensible expression, "If it is destined to be ruined, it is the inevitability of historical development, why bother to insist on lingering?" Maybe after the destruction of miè, there will be a different kind of new life. You tell me? I should have been in the Wing Battle Fortress, but I appeared in front of me here...... Mr. Durand. (To be continued......)

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