It's a humble frontier town.

It is said to be a small town, but in fact it is just a residential street, with three or five dilapidated inns, taverns, and inns.

A stream seven or eight steps wide flows around the town, which is not only the water for the town to drink and wash, but also the river that protects the town and rejects horses.

Yu Sheng'an, who was wearing a white sword training uniform, stood out of place on the wooden bridge at the only entrance and exit of the town, looking at the town calmly, and the throbbing color flashed in the depths of his eyes.

The heart is pounding because of excitement, excitement, and apprehension!

"Whew-"

Yu Sheng'an exhaled deeply, and gently unfolded a magic scroll, a faint magic fluctuation, suddenly released from the scroll, and the vast soup swept the entire town.

Every inch of space, frozen in an instant!

In the outer ring, the projection of the three gods standing in the shape of a "pin" also suddenly inserted the three magic staff into the ground, and with the magic of the staff, a larger range of spatial disturbance magic unfolded wildly.

"Serik, the space blockade doesn't mean anything to me, you chased and killed me two thousand and sixty-one times, haven't you learned to behave?"

A faint voice suddenly sounded in the sky over the town, causing countless townspeople to look around in astonishment.

In the middle of nowhere, on the balcony of the second floor of the dilapidated inn, Wadsworth, the god of identification, leaned leisurely on a chaise longue, his posture relaxed, but his eyes flashed with extreme madness.

Serik, the god of identification, frowned when he heard this, and a sudden look appeared in his eyes.

I'm afraid that the efficiency of the collection of the identified divine essentia is extremely slow.

The space is blocked, and he is reluctant to search for traces of the enemy on a large scale from the perspective of the gods.

That's right, Wadsworth is so bad that he only passes down the identification of divine arts, and even though every city pawn shop in the multiverse has his magic users, this number is still pitiful.

Coupled with the long-term pursuit and killing of the God of Transformation, it is only problematic to be able to accumulate the Source Essence.

Thinking of this, Yu Sheng shook his head pityingly and walked towards the town with his feet raised.

A faint mist of divine power seeped out of his body, like smoke curling up, and drifting towards the projection of several gods by the stream of the town like tentacles.

An even narrower blockade of divine power quietly took shape.

As the projections of several gods moved towards the center, the blockade became smaller and smaller.

This is a blockade, but also protection!

Once the god notices the situation, this series of arrangements will buy him precious time.

"Serick, do you regret betraying your brother?"

The voice of the God of Identification floated over.

Yu Sheng'an heard that a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, is it a scheming?

Unfortunately, I'm not Serik, the god of transformation!

In the sky of the town, the projection of the five gods for the rest of his life is open, as if embracing an invisible ball.

Under the cover of extremely repressed magic fluctuations.

A virtual god stands between the five shadows, like a seed, growing countless whisker makeup god patterns, spreading wildly in all directions, like a deep-sea tentacle monster.

Trillions of units of essentia were frantically poured into the virtual godhead, and then frantically spread towards the god pattern.

The surging energy, washing over the virtual godhead, is like a living heart, making a regular thumping sound.

With the rhythm of the law, outside the five shadows, the magic hidden array arranged by consuming countless precious magic materials could no longer cover up this huge fluctuation of divine power.

Wisps of divine power spread outward.

—This place is about to be exposed!As long as the god of the underworld drew a glimmer of attention and glanced here.

"I have no regrets! Because for the first time, I was in control of my own destiny, and although it was so embarrassing, it was still the taste of freedom. ”

"I'm so happy to embrace this freedom, what about you?"

"Serik?"

Wadsworth, the god of identification, who was lying on the bay window on the second floor, closed his eyes and said these words like a puppet.

He did not waste essentia, searching for the enemy's position.

Because he knew that even the projection of the god that killed the god of transformation was meaningless;

It's even more because his ontology is not here at all.

- Now he is just a projection of a god with a true godhead.

It's bait.

His main body appeared in the gap of the vast dimension when the space of the town was frozen.

......

Time goes back dozens of breaths ago.

......

In the gaps of the endless dimension, countless energy vortices are surging.

Wadsworth, dressed in armor, was silently suspended in front of a cloud of free chaotic energy.

The huge shimmering light in front of him, like a slime-like energy cluster, looked like the most common energy vortex in the dimensional gap.

But Wadsworth knew that this was the lair of Serik, the god of transformation.

His essence, no, maybe not the essence, but one thing is for sure, the transformation of the Godhead is hidden within.

- The god of transformation can locate the position of his godhead, why can't he locate the position of the transformed godhead?

Ever since they teamed up to assassinate the God of Wealth, the two have been locked in an endless battle of wits for thousands of years.

He has been able to escape from Serik, the god of transformation, many times by exposing Serik's location to buy time.

It's a pity that such a trick is slow and not easy to use.

Because Serik has learned a series of coping tools.

This thousand-year-old battle of wits and courage has made both sides almost exhaust all tricks.

Wadsworth's escape became more and more difficult.

for he has been running away and being weak;

Serik, however, was in charge of the mission, and he was in charge of the mission.

Because of the authority of the Godhead, there is a huge disparity in strength between the two sides.

Now the gap in essentia reserves has made the gap between the strength of the two sides bigger and bigger.

Wadsworth had anticipated this situation for a long time, so he had been preparing for it.

Prepare for a moment of all-or-nothing betting.

The interconnection of large e-commerce companies has advanced his preparations.

The great changes unseen in a thousand years have attracted the attention of the gods of the multiverse.

Wadsworth knew his chance had come.

Wadsworth stepped into the mass of energy, his mouth flapping, but no sound came out.

The mass of energy enveloped him, as if it were one.

The god of transformation, who wields some of the power of energy, did not even notice his arrival.

Wadsworth continued, and the whole person quickly passed through the rich energy circulation and came inside.

- It's a castle, a very old floating castle.

Wadsworth was familiar with it.

Because it is the shrine of his former master, Serik's elder brother, the original god of wealth.

Wadsworth himself spoke silently, stepping on the steps of the castle, he could feel that the magic of the entire castle had been extensively modified.

But it makes no sense.

Because if Serik had been gifted, it might not have been his brother who became a god in the first place, but him.

Now that he's in charge of part of the Fortune Godhead, how much more of his mind is still on magic?

Maybe not much at all.

But he's different.

The god of wealth was obviously betrayed by his younger brother, and he clearly designed a vicious life and death situation, but he still gave his greatest advantage to his younger brother.

Hehe, what a brotherhood!

He became a god, but his greatest dependence was not Godhead.

What a ridiculous thing!

The good thing is that he has essentia, and he has an endless lifespan.

This is an advantage that magicians cannot hope for!

The thought flashed here, and Wadsworth rejoiced from the bottom of his heart.

Wadsworth said silently, continuing to walk deeper into the castle, but he couldn't surprise the slightest ripple of magic.

At this time, he was like air.

The magic array of the entire castle was ineffective against him.

But he knew that if Serick scanned the castle on a whim, he would be ruined.

He bet Serik wouldn't.

Because now he is infinitely close to identifying the Godhead, I'm afraid he has already been carried away by the Godhead at his fingertips, right?

In the silence of his heartbeat, Wadsworth stopped in front of the door of the Temple of Transformation.