"You're unique, Siegel, and you've mastered the rules that we're all envious of. You can learn everything without hindrance, and the twenty-sided dice will pave the way for you, as it represents diversity and possibility, and is the basis for all the power to manifest. Turner simply sat down and spoke to Siegel across Stonehenge: "I don't know why this power is associated with the number twenty, maybe there are higher forces and rules in the dark that govern and restrain it." Every brother I will be happy for him, as long as he can be born and grow up freely. ”

"Green Dragon said, are you trying to steal the Twenty and Twelve Faces out of God's control?" Siegel asked.

"That's later, but I'll tell you. Turner grabbed handfuls of sand from the ground and watched them slip through his fingers. "The gods are all greedy, and although they have different means and styles of doing things, greed is the commonality. In order to satisfy their greed, the gods can even give up everything and gamble on everything. The gods of magic and knowledge have figured out the web of equilibrium I have set up, and have seen through my schemes. I had set up a lot of traps at that time, and he knew that he couldn't break the agreement between the gods, or he would dissipate in the multiverse forever. The god of magic and knowledge pondered deeply, found a loophole, and then gave up his godhead and divine powers, approaching us as mortals, trying to figure out the secret of the dice. It was at that time that the hundred-faced dice were taken away by him. ”

"It's the pact of checks and balances that the other gods can't stop it, and they can only watch it happen. I knew then he would come back. The god of magic, before becoming a mortal, cast spells with his own power to envelop the entire world. to make sure any item can be located with prophecy spells. I can't let that happen. So I looked for a chance. I ate the world next door with a new balance. ”

"That's how the world was destroyed?" Siegel shook his head and said, "Do you know how many people died there?"

Turner waved his hand back, and said indifferently, "I don't have to worry about them! As long as a few of us are okay and everyone else is dead, what if the plan could have gone more smoothly, but the magic god who became mortal found out about the situation through prophecy. He set up a number of difficult problems that prevented him from executing his original plan perfectly. At the same time, the other crystal wall also began to fight back, and they ...... They killed Kiora, the wielder of the eight-sided dice, causing a rift in the merging of the rules. That's how the Shadow of the Dead that wasn't absorbed by the Wall of Storms came to be - you know, normal world destruction can't leave so many ghosts behind. Not to mention the ability to possess and possess a wide variety of thoughts. ”

As soon as he heard this, Siegel connected most of the things, and understood why the Shadow of the Dead in this world was smarter and more difficult than the one collected by the Lord of Nakuth. The Wall of Storms is designed to assimilate and eliminate rules, and if it doesn't completely zero out a rule, it will indeed cause all sorts of "mutations" to occur.

"And you know that the writer—the name I gave to the Destroyed Crystal Wall Native—made a ring that could position the other dice?"

"That's the Eight-Sided Ring! Did you find it?" Turner suddenly became agitated and leapt from the ground and lunged at Siegel. But as he approached Stonehenge, a tremendous force bounced him back and crushed him to the ground. Siegel tried to help, but was still bounced away.

Turner's face lay on the ground. The mouth is full of sand. He waved his hands as he sprayed dust and stones. One side shouted: "Okay, okay, I won't go out!

After the words fell, the force that was pressing him let go of him. Turner propped himself up with his hands and sat back down. He didn't care about the new dust on his face, but asked Siegel eagerly, "Did you find the ring?"

Siegel nodded.

"Very well, so that the eight-sided dice will be found, and everyone will find it. Turner burst out laughing, from a low laugh to a hearty laugh. His laughter did not stop and echoed through the valley for more than five minutes, before finally being replaced by a burst of sobbing.

His mood was always up and down, most likely due to his long imprisonment. Siegel felt sorry for him, and said, "Do you know how to get you out? What is this Stonehenge, and who designed it?"

"It's the god of war. "This Stonehenge is very simple, there is only one rule: whoever has the most strength is the boss. If I want to leave or someone else wants to come in, I can only meet one condition, which is to surpass the god of war in physical strength. Because the power of the spell is ineffective, it is basically impossible to crack it. ”

"I'm definitely going to think of a way. Siegel said, "I'll let you out." ”

"When you know what the consequences of letting me out, I'm afraid you won't be so confident. Turner licked his lips and said with a weird smile that was a little wicked, "As long as I get out of here, the power to maintain the balance of the storm wall will be broken, and everything will be destroyed." I know you're a little anxious, Twenty-Faced, but it's not time yet! They're all going to die, but not today, not now!"

"Who are they, do you mean the gods?"

Turner's eyes widened, and he had a natural expression: "Needless to say, we are born, we are grown, and we want to be free." If we want to be truly free, we need to pack up all these people who covet our power! Let them die with the world, let the Storm of Destruction reduce them to nothingness, and erase the traces of our departure. Twenty-faced, I know you're a mage, you're going to be going to be a spell now, right?"

Siegel nodded.

"Good. You find the people with the hundred-faced dice now, and the bearers of the twelve-faced dice, and then you leave here with them. Just send me a signal before you go, and you're free. I'll do the finishing touches, and nothing will follow in your footsteps. ”

"You're going to destroy this world, kill the two continents and all the creatures on them?"

"Mainly the gods who know about our existence, they must die, and the rest is nothing more than collateral damage. This world should have been destroyed a long time ago, and I have always held it up, not letting the wall of storms close. They have lived a long time, and they should be content!"

"I don't agree, I can't accept it. Siegel shook his head.

"You can't have killed anyone, have you?" Turner was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't understand it: "What are you hesitating about those guys who want to imprison us, study us, and finally kill us." They deserve to die, isn't it natural for them to face their original apocalypse?"

"I ......," Siegel hesitated, then said, "I mean the innocent people, who are alive and well, and have not come to provoke us. Do they deserve to die too?"

"They should have died eight hundred years ago!" Turner stood up excitedly, pacing back and forth as he waved his arms, "I blocked the wall of storms, I saved the world, and everyone should be grateful to me." But if you look at what happened next, the gods studied, discussed, investigated, studied, and studied in various names...... The means are different, but the motives and ends are the same, greed and selfishness! The innocent, well-lived people you are talking about, who spend their days sending faith and power to the gods, aiding and abetting! None of them are good! They are just minions, they are accomplices, shouldn't they be killed? Shouldn't they be killed?"

"They were unintentional ......"

"Are you stupid!" Turner roared, and the entire Stonehenge and the ground around it trembled. "Why do you want to talk to them, they are them, we are us! Have you ever seen a second person with black hair and black eyes? There are only a few of us in this world, and we are the only ones who depend on each other! Eight sides were made into rings, six sides were swallowed by the wall of storms before they could be born, four sides sacrificed themselves into four obsidian daggers and nailed the new world, and now there are only four of us left! If you care about the people you care about, bring them with you, and the life and death of the others are none of your business! If they really cared about the life and death of this world and their own believers, they should have come to me eight hundred years ago, not to imprison me!"

It all started at that time, when the gods wanted to take away the ten-sided dice. For gods, the dice belong to foreign artifacts, the power of the creation god, and there is no belonging in this world, so whoever gets it is whoever. They have long been accustomed to this kind of thinking, and they don't feel that there is anything wrong with it. It's like seeing ants on the ground carrying food, and digging a small hole in the ground to create some obstacles for the ants. People who dig holes don't put themselves in the shoes of ants, and neither does God.

Only this time the ants have their own special abilities, allowing people to check and balance each other, so they survived. But the most basic survival is obviously not the pursuit of ants, and if you are threatened, you must solve the threat, otherwise you dare not live with confidence. So the ants decided to eat up the beams of the human settlement, let the house collapse, and crush the group of humans. As for who else was in the house in the process, whether there were children, cats and dogs and the like who were stoned to death together, it was not in the scope of the ants at all.

"There are other ways," said Siegel, "and I will find a way to defeat the gods, so that they will not be able to threaten us, and then we will be free!"

"According to my method, they can't threaten us in the first place, so why should you go far and far!" Turner said: "Twenty-faced, this world is nothing to be nostalgic about! The world is so big, there is always a place for us." We are not welcome here, and we are not unable to leave! I have persevered here for more than 800 years, just waiting for this day, when you grow up and have the ability to leave with other dice! If you feel that you can't let this world be destroyed, you just blame me, it's okay if you even hate me, I have taken this burden on my shoulder, it's all my responsibility! How about it, you can agree now, right?"

Siegel was completely confused. (To be continued.) )