Even though the doppelganger was already sweating profusely and exhausted, Siegel didn't act rashly. It's easy to cheat anything, but it's hardest to fool yourself. Siegel was certainly aware of his physical condition, and knew that more than half an hour of casting spells would make him tired, but not so that he would not have the ability to fight back.

Fortunately, no one else came to this place, otherwise Siegel would definitely be overwhelmed. The Rainbow Wall cut everything off, and the power of the Mir Nucleus was not enough to penetrate all of it with that steam entrance. If it had been supported by Myrnecore, the battle would have been over long ago. Judging from the clone's inability to use the Four Veins Divine Arrow, he should not be able to fully grasp the power of the Elemental Aggregate and the Myr Energy Core.

The gap in the situation is getting wider and wider, the doppelganger is eager to attack, and his irascible mood makes him make mistakes in a row. Siegel took the opportunity to remove the four layers of protection from his body, so that the elemental spell could already harm his body.

The true four-veined divine arrow emitted a rainbow-colored light, constantly shooting towards the clone. Siegel fought back, but still had three points to deal with possible contingencies. He already has an advantage in his hand, it's like having four or five more pieces on the chessboard than the opponent. Now I can't be anxious, when I am forced to the limit, a person can often do very crazy things, let alone a doppelganger with the purpose of killing?

Siegel is familiar with his elven step habits, how to dodge and how to move. He only needs to shoot in the direction where he has the best chance of appearing, and he will always be able to hit once. The clone struggled to change his habits and avoid the Four Pulse Arrows, but the unfamiliar movements made his physical exertion worse and made more mistakes.

These mistakes are fatal, especially in the hands of opponents who know the roots. The clone was eventually hit in the thigh by the four-veined arrow, and the limb was mutilated in the explosion. The victory was decided, and before the final blow of the clone's dying struggle could be used, Siegel hurriedly blasted him to pieces with more four-vein divine arrows.

Afterwards. He only had time and "guts" to sigh.

The plan to use the mirror as a shield from the very beginning was successful, and Siegel defeated "himself" with only about half his strength, which fully shows the decisive role played by the hostages in the battle. Since he was fighting his own doppelganger, Siegel would inevitably think of himself. What would happen to Liele if he had a shield from Janet or Isaac?

In terms of familiarity, the sworn enemy doppelganger mirror is even better. But it is said that Riele can predict the future. If you really want to fight, it will not be much more difficult for Riele to deal with Siegel than it is for Siegel to deal with the clone, and when the time comes, will the end be that Siegel will become a corpse fragment?

Siegel felt that he could not waste any more time, and a sense of urgency led him to hit the road immediately. Of course, such a good thing as the sworn enemy doppelganger mirror must not be wasted, so hurry up and put it in the space bag.

Moving on, the path became much smoother, but the elemental forces around it became thinner and thinner. Soon. In addition to the elements that Siegel himself possessed, the surrounding area had become a dead magic zone, and he had also changed back to his original form. This means that the wand loses all usefulness, and only Stardust can protect Siegel.

But there's finally something else here besides rocks and dirt. Gemstones, large and small, of all colors and varieties are stuck in the ground like seedlings, and it is not feasible to shake or pull them out. These hard things make it difficult to walk, and the Dead Magic Zone is not yet able to fly. Siegel uses elven steps to reduce the gem's persecution of the soles of his feet, and passes through the area as quickly as possible.

After that, it's the destination of the trip. Thirty-six long stones taller than a pine tree were erected on the ground. Forming a cage-like circle, trapping an old man in the center. He **** his thin body. Only a dirty, torn gray wrap was wrapped around his waist, and his black mud-stained nails were constantly pulling at his head full of gray hair. Because he had not taken care of it for a long time, his gray hair hung down to his chest, tangled into one dead button after another, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't comb it smoothly.

Siegel waved his hand outside Stonehenge and greeted him. He had a strange feeling that he seemed to be familiar with the man behind the stone. As soon as I came up, I couldn't help but get close to and trust him.

"Twenty-faced, is that you? finally seeing you, what's your name now?" the old man had cloudy eyes and a wrinkled face, and a pair of shriveled lips were etched by the scars of the chapped sleak. He rubbed his hands together and looked at Siegel with some nervousness. The tone was full of anticipation: "Are you doing well, are you doing?"

"I'm doing well, thank you for your concern, my name is Siegel Squid. The mage wanted to get closer, but the stone pillar emitted a gentle force that pushed him away with ease, and he couldn't get close at all. "Didn't the green dragon tell you?"

"No, he's been out for a long time and hasn't come back. We can only rely on a trace of telepathic dialogue, and we have to be careful of the monitoring of the gods, not much. The way you look is what it describes to me. There was a flash of sadness in the man's eyes, and endless resentment. "Oh, it's been a long time since I've seen my own people, and I've forgotten to be polite. My name is Turner, and I don't have a last name for a long time, just Turner. ”

"Can you show me?" Siegel said.

"It's very careful, it's good. Turner nodded, scratching his hair for a moment as he pulled out a ten-sided dice. The dice are made of bone-like material, which has worn out so much that it has become almost a spherical shape. However, the numbers above all glowed, and the light formed substantial lines, tangled and left the confines of Stonehenge, rising high into the air, until they disappeared at the end of the canopy.

Turner's fingers swayed, and the lines disappeared, but the numbers on the dice were still shining. "Siegel, I am your friend, your only, true, de facto, forever friend. At the same time, I am also your brother, one of the few surviving blood brothers. ”

Siegel didn't say anything. He had too many questions to ask, too many doubts to answer, but he didn't know where to start. Turner seemed to know this, too, and spoke for himself.

"All the dice come from the creator god and are artifacts made by his own hands. But it is not this world, nor is it the creator god of any world, but a god who has no works, but has the ability to create the world. His existence is short, and the only and most important thing is a few of us. This is not surprising, many races and creatures were created by God, dwarves, halflings, orcs. It's just that this god was too careless and threw us into this world that was about to be destroyed. ”

"I don't know what he thinks, maybe the fear of dying out is delirious. I was the only one who woke up, and the rest of you were still in the state of artifacts. My only mission, my only thought after I exist, is to bring my brothers to life, to be able to live in the world, to experience the joy of life and the joy of life. It just so happens that I have an innate ability, and I am the one who is the most balanced. ”

Siegel asked, "What do you mean by the most balanced is your ability to play the dice?"

It's the regular meaning that the artifact represents. Turner said: "The so-called artifact is the physical existence of rules. I don't know how our father decided on the numbers, but I know exactly what my ability is: to balance everything out and be in the most stable state. So I can stop the Storm of Destruction and bring the destroyed and the surviving into a balance, thus buying you time. ”

"At that time, I was simple-minded, I just wanted to save you, and I didn't want to be discovered by the gods of this world. At this, Turner gritted his teeth, waved his arms and jumped and jumped, his feet stepping into shallow pits on the ground. "Greedy fellows, they want the power of the rules contained in the dice, they want to reach the height of the creator god! Even those race gods, elves, dwarves, gnomes, and orcs, they want to learn how to create a paradise world that belongs only to their own race! bandits, liars, shameless scum!"

"And how do you protect your dice?" Siegel had already figured out after he asked.

"My ability is to balance, to achieve balance, to form compromises. The gods are bound to each other, and I can see the bonds between them, and then I can build a big web and capture them all. Speaking of triumph, Turner smiled heavily, mocking the gods. "They are trapped by their own oaths and in the end they can only observe, and cannot influence and interfere. I used the strongest binding oath in the multiverse to build a net of protection for us. This big net will filter the interaction between the dice and the gods, they won't hear your prayers, and you won't get their blessings and curses. But I don't think there are any real blessings, because true blessings never come with conditions, they don't make you have to do this or that!

It seems that when it comes to the gods, Turner doesn't have a good temper, and a few words of scolding are already a relatively mild attitude. Siegel waited for him to finish venting, and then asked, "Do you know what the other dice represent, and why can't I light the twenty-sided dice myself?" ”

Turner let out a hey-hey laugh, but then began to cry, tears streaming from his cloudy eyes, and soon went back into two small rivers. He wept bitterly, couldn't make a sound, and turned his back away from Siegel. Siegel didn't know why, didn't know how to comfort him, and could only keep persuading him to calm down, that the sad thing - whatever it was - was in the past, and that it didn't hurt his body because of it.

"Thank you for your concern, Twenty-Sided. Turner grabbed the gravel from the ground and wiped his tears, then turned to speak. "I am a ten-sided dice, representing the end of the numbers on both hands, at the heart of the universal mathematical rules, the rules of equilibrium, the best defense. Eight-sided dice are a universal rule, and it can easily break through the limitations of other rules, such as letting demons use the Angel Paladin's evil slashing ability, which is his specialty. The twelve-sided dice are extreme destruction, violence, chaos and destruction. One hundred dice represents the extreme, the pinnacle of a certain skill. ”

With that said, he looked at Siegel, "Twenty-sided dice......" (To be continued. )