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When he saw the "self" with his eyes half-closed, the Grim Reaper immediately became alert.

There is no doubt that this is the power of the "half fool"! It's no surprise that Antigonus was manipulated by the Mother of Heaven in her dreams, and it was no surprise that she projected the power and influence of the other party.

Antigonus couldn't really wake up - the other Mystic Trio candidates still had a chance to compete for the position, but Antigonus had already run in too much with the will of the Celestial Venerable because he was promoted too early. He can't wake up, that's the consensus of all the gods on Earth, even the demon of knowledge from the Western Continent, and the two outer gods all obey this unspoken rule.

All the Grim Reaper wanted to test was how much Antigonus power the Mother of Heaven could use.

When the false self approached, the Grim Reaper realized that the other party's side was actually a thin layer - obviously not a historical projection, and even the image of the secret puppet was disdained to keep, just a moving piece of paper.

"It seems that his influence on Antigonus was limited......"

Is this a smoke bomb to get your attention? Sallinger looked around, wary of another attack by the Night Goddess, but nothing happened, and the other party seemed to completely dissolve into the darkness.

Speaking of which, the top of this path is also "dark" rather than night.

The false self came step by step, and of course the Grim Reaper wouldn't let this thing get close. He stepped back a little, tentatively controlling the pale flames as they drifted past. He took all precautions, but he didn't want the piece of flesh to burn violently as soon as it was stained with flames, turning into a white torch that illuminated the darkness, and then turning to ashes, and still nothing happened.

Faced with the scattered ashes, the Grim Reaper fell into confusion.

“…… There is no trace of the 'half-fool' moving at all, it should be just a simple temptation.

“…… Maybe His purpose was to keep my mind trapped in dreams, and then find a way to influence Antigonus to continue to use 'mysterization' on me in reality? But does He have what it takes? ”

The Grim Reaper briefly analyzed it for a moment, deciding that it would be better to break this heavy dream as soon as possible and return to the battlefield where the Mother of Heaven would fight directly.

The most powerful enemy in this dream realm is the nightmare "Demon Wolf King Fregel" created by the Mother of Heaven, who can imagine the most powerful moment of the other party, but because his own sequence is not enough to imagine the power of the ancient gods beyond the King of Angels. Dragged into a nightmare, Sallinger did suffer some injuries from the attack, but he also managed to use his extraordinary abilities to successfully restrain the opponent temporarily.

It would take a lot of spiritual power and spiritual power to trap an existence of the same strength as himself, and the god of death guessed that after a short while, the Mother of Heaven would not be able to sustain this dream.

At this moment, Sallinger's gaze suddenly attracted from below.

After the false Grim Reaper was burned, some of the ashes fell to the ground and did not disappear. At this moment, the ashes gathered and formed into a garishly dressed and asymmetrical humanoid.

The humanoid had its eyes closed, the hem of its coat seemed to be held up by something, the top hat on its head seemed to have something extra on either side, and its lower limbs bent backwards like a beast.

The humanoid had half-open eyes and a somewhat unsteady footing, but as soon as it appeared, it took off its highly exaggerated top hat on its head, and flocks of exaggerated white doves scrambled out of its tiny hats, obscuring almost all of Death's vision.

"Antigonus!"

There was some unease in Sallinger's roar.

Then he noticed that the flocks of white doves that were rushing in his face had no heads, only a smooth, bright red circular cross-section on their necks, and their chests and abdomen were open and fangs, and their rotting intestines hung from them.

If you were a different person, you might really be frightened by Antigonus's subconscious "trickster" magic performance, but Sallinger, who manipulated the dead and the dead and the rotting and living, was not attracted to attention at all, and he created many more horrors than Antigonus had ever seen. There was a slight glint in His eyes, and a wall of fire appeared in front of him, and the headless flock of white doves was burned like moths to the flames.

Sallinger was wary of what seemed to be Antigonus' subconscious, and the huge snake's tail swept away, instantly smashing the humanoid creature dressed as a Quaternary magician.

The flesh and blood of the humanoid creatures splattered, and from the flesh and blood were born Antigonus one after another of the same size.

“…… Here you go...... Magic. ”

His eyes were half-open and half-closed, as if he had not yet woken up from a dream.

But the movements of these countless Antigonus were not affected, some of them collapsed into a whirlpool of flesh and blood and climbed onto Salinger's snake tail and wings, some turned other Antigonus into secret puppets, and fused them together into strange and terrifying giant dolls, the puppets have no attack power, as long as they are attacked by Sallinger, they will explode immediately, useless but enough to disgust each other. But more reached out and grabbed again and again in this dream, and re-grasped the real "Demon Wolf King" through the conception of the Mother of Heaven.

Seeing the giant wolf with blood coagulated on its black mane reappear, Sallinger felt a sense of anger.

When He and the wolf looked at each other, He saw the scythe across his neck.

……

Bethel tasted the junk food of the old era, and waited for the game console in front of him to be messily placed, and the historical projection of the food in his mobile phone and his stomach all disappeared, but he was still here, and the demon of knowledge was still standing here, with no sign of ending the ritual at all.

He frowned, and turned to the demon of knowledge:

"Why hasn't that junior come back yet?"

"You contacted me so quickly that He swapped bodies with me instead of killing me, taking away my full strength to the maximum, there should have been an emergency. What is it about it that He hasn't solved with my power for so long? ”

While maintaining a connection with the earth and receiving the latest information, the demon of knowledge thought and spoke:

"Go and do something that will be attacked by the True God of the Dual Paths."

"He's stopping the God of Thunder from attacking the innocent, so he's being hunted down by the God of Thunder now......"

A few codes flashed in the eyes of the demon of knowledge, and he said in a way that Bethel could understand but did not quite understand:

"The user, Klein Moretti, is 46% disconnected from the body, and the current usable power does not exceed 80%."

Bethel's brow furrowed even tighter:

"So he's in danger right now, and he can't even use eighty percent of my strength? As an investor, you let him do such a dangerous thing. There should also be a limit to experience and performance. If He dies now, and dies with my Sequence One and Oneness at the hands of that two-way true God, what can you gain from His death? ”

The demon of knowledge withdrew his gaze and looked at Bethel with a meaningful look, and the corners of his mouth even rose slightly:

"I didn't help Him much...... Having you swap bodies is also just a gesture to me. It's because you don't know the existence of this secret technique that I was able to get my hands on it so quickly. ”

"Other than that, it would be a good thing for me if Amon and Crane were both dead...... Amon is hiding in the Source Castle, and I have no stable intersection with him, and I can't form a occult connection, so it's hard to find his location in the first place. …… However, if He died, the God of Thunder would surely bring out all of His Uniqueness and Sequence One and put it in his own treasury, or in the Kingdom of God, and the same would be true for Crane. ”

The king of angels and true gods who can run are not easy to catch, but the extraordinary characteristics are dead, and the demon of knowledge can wait for the god of thunder to collect all the things needed for the god of two of the three paths of mystery, and then snatch it from the hands of the god of thunder.

"What do you think of my attitude?"

And the chosen heir is nothing more than a container.

When He said this, Bethel Abraham felt a sense of familiarity for the first time in a long time.

He was all too familiar with the feeling, the feeling of a game between high sequences, not as a life for enemies and other people, but as a prop, some bait, some chips, and the extraordinary nature of walking.

In the Quaternary Age, no matter how much they sympathize with their neighbors, they will only kill each other outright with respect and affection, and even break their bones and ashes, and destroy all the resurrected hands.

The intrigue and the warmth of the performances became like air in the Quaternary Age, so much so that it was inconceivable for Bethel to find out that the other party was still trying to spare his life after he killed Klein.

Even, these behaviors of the demon of knowledge are not calculations, but the simplest exchange of interests, the exchange of chips, and the measurement of gains and losses.

- The demon of knowledge is obviously from the Western Continent, but just like the great nobles of the Fourth Age, who look like they are detached, they hide their calculations under the surface warmth. The face with soft contours and ancient elf facial features had as usual an elder-like gentle smile, as patient as ever. He spoke of Klein's life and death in the same tone he had when he had helped Crane take Bethel's body in the first place. This is part of his character, or rather, this is the true face of this "god of knowledge, sage teacher", ruthless and scheming.

"Therefore, I have never thrown an olive branch to Parles Zoroasd, because I will not protect him, and I will even use him to fish out Amun, who is hiding in the source fort...... I'm definitely going to do it. ”

Speaking of this, the demon of knowledge pointed to his eyes:

This is my prophecy, and now it has been fulfilled. I have no grudge against Paris, I am not the six gods of the past, and I am one of the most powerful gods now, but he did not come to me, and I must have sensed from my spiritual intuition that my attitude would bring him possible danger. ”

Bethel was silent for a moment, then shifted to a different seat.

He leaned back on the back of the historical projection chair he had taken out, looking leisurely and calm, his legs folded and his arms pressed against the armrests.

The Grand Duke of the Fourth Age, who was accustomed to intrigue and exchanges, couldn't help but express some praise for the idea of the demon of knowledge:

"You're right, before you summoned me, I also saw the starlight on Earth that covered the entire Northern Continent."

"Now that I think about it, it should have been your masterpiece and performance. Not only did you put Klein in your camp and give him a stand, but you also acted like you cared deeply about Klein Moretti...... Everybody thinks you're not going to sit idly by and watch Him die, including me. ”

Looking at each other's faces, Bethel suddenly wanted to laugh, and there was an indescribable emotion and impulse in his heart.

Bethel knew what the nature of the Demon of Knowledge was, and he knew it all long before they were in private contact.

He couldn't help but think that human beings worship these essentia and extraordinary characteristics, and add their prayers and hopes to them, hoping that these beings will make the world and themselves better, and that these things will give them what they want—after a long prayer, human beings have personally clothed these special beings with layers of human skin, resulting in them having human appearance, understanding human desires, and understanding human hearts and emotions—and then, when they face these seemingly inhuman gods, What exactly should humans laugh haughtily and proudly:

"The personality of God is what we have created!"

"The image and will of the gods are changed according to our cognition! We are the ones to be valued by the gods! ”

Or do you fall to your knees in fear, weeping bitterly and praying for answer?

Bethel didn't know the other people's answers, he only knew what he thought...... He will not be a fool who is blindly arrogant and thinks that he can influence the gods, nor is he a waste who will blindly bow down and kowtow, because he will become one of them, become a collaborator of the gods, become a god.

The confidence of the "unbelievers" is that they have the ability to become gods.

God could not make Him fear or surrender Him.

So......

Bethel smiled slightly, and he began to find things interesting, and he felt that this was the world he was most familiar with, so much so that he made a villainous expression with Crane's harmless and soft face.

A serious and simple young man like Klein is, after all, a minority in this world, a smudge on the background of chaos and madness. If He weren't in the minority, Bethel wouldn't have been so impressed.

He looked into the eyes of the demon of knowledge, and easily found the answer.

"If both Klein and Amon die, their extraordinary properties will be taken away by the God of Thunder......"

"Then I am the future mystery that you will invest in, an existence like you, there must be a way for me to complete the godhood ceremony."

The demon of knowledge smiled, he also likes to talk to smart people, and talking to smart people who know how to judge the situation is one of the pleasures of the god of knowledge, not that Klein Moretti is bad, it's just that he has never been a human being, and he has never wanted to be a human being, and he can't understand the reason why the other party cowers and hesitates because of something that is not important at all.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll die to you like I did to Crane?"

Bethel disagreed, and even managed to do so:

"You don't have any other choice."

"And you're not really dying, are you? That demon, don't you just let him attract the attention of the god of thunder? In my opinion, your actions are more like a test, except that the difficulty of this test depends on your thoughts...... Although this assessment is bizarre from start to finish, your actions are logical, and I will not fail in this kind of thing. ”

"I like your confidence." The Demon of Knowledge said, "So what do you want to do with all this?" ”

"Kill me."

Bethel smiled, "I mean, use what you do best to erase Klein Moretti's body and my soul, and then reshape it on Earth." ”

"Why did you suddenly decide to go back to Earth?" The Demon of Knowledge asked, "I remember that you were very taboo about me touching your soul. ”

"I think it's a sign of sincerity."

Bethel spoke calmly, he had already figured out many things: "Even if Klein and Amon are dead, I will need to borrow your hand to return to Earth." Since our cooperation is inevitable, there is no need for me to drag the mud and water here. ”

Until now, the demon of knowledge has still made certain promises to his future, and he has long been completely under the control and calculation of the other party, so Bethel thinks that there is no need for him to suffer from gains and losses, it is better to be more direct, get back his power as soon as possible, and turn this unilateral control into a cooperation between the two gods as soon as possible.

He was not an inflexible man, on the contrary, Bethel was quite adept at judging the situation and choosing the most suitable faction and allies.

However, this reason did not seem to convince the demon of knowledge enough, and Bethel was silent for two seconds, and then said the second reason:

"And, before I became the king of angels, there was never a god who could keep up with me and put me in crisis."

"Even if it's exile, there's a part of my willingness."

He counted the time, calculated the time when Crane Moretti borrowed his body and strength to the present, and thought of the string of data that the demon of knowledge had just said, and his tone couldn't help but bring a trace of anger:

"As a god, it is absolutely impossible for me to be attacked to the point of losing control of my body."

"But this junior hasn't even been an apprentice for a minute! He is using my face now! If he is beaten like a rat by the god of thunder like this, he will ruin my reputation! ”

TBC

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Klein sneezed.

Amon escaped the fog of history with difficulty, but the infiltrated power of the other party was still not completely exhausted.

(End of chapter)