The other Sages have left this world, and the influence of divine power is constantly declining. Siegel felt all this very clearly. The rules represented by the priesthood are still there—the sun, the earth, nature, death, and so on—but they are no longer supported by divine fire.

With the exception of the god of magic, the divine power of all priests is disappearing, and the effects maintained by divine power are also dying. Soon these priests will discover that their words are not as moving as they used to be, that their divine powers cannot even heal their bruises, that they can no longer maintain the glorious image of the temple, and that they will soon not be able to make even light.

The only thing that has been strengthened is the beast, and the age of savages has come again. The intelligent race relied on its own power to create totems, and from that time on, various gods became the helpers of civilization to defeat the wilderness. When the god retreated, the terrible creatures that had been suppressed for so long had room to move again.

Siegel had begun to hear all sorts of prayers that were not addressed to the gods of magic, most of which began with "God, why is that?" God is gone, but the rules are not, which makes Siegel truly understand the relationship between rules and God. Even if there is no elven god, the elf will exist, because the power of existence itself is far greater than that of God, so the creation god and other gods are not the same concept at all.

"A magic god who hasn't even completed the fusion of divine fire has actually become the only true god in the world?" Siegel could feel his divine fire becoming stronger, although it was far from being able to form a new fork, but it was strengthening after all. Each divine fire represents prayer, faith, and recognition, and is far from being as simple as mere strength.

In order to better shoulder this responsibility, Siegel focused on doing things one by one, starting with repairing the cage of the Shadow of the Dead.

The first thing he did when he had his hands free was to have the Starrope transport the Myrcanon Core. It was completely impossible to patch the circle to the point where there were no loopholes in a short period of time, and Siegel had neither the ability nor the time to do so. What he has to do now is to rely on "brute force" to block the shadow of the dead soul. If a circle of tranquility can't silence them, then use five, ten, a hundred!

Eventually, this will eventually be broken through by the Shadow of the Dead, after all, the other party can keep trying until they find a loophole. Siegel doesn't want to be perfect now, as long as he can resist it first, he has achieved his goal.

As soon as the circle began to take shape, he immediately left there and went to the dice cup prison.

The clone of himself was still lying motionless on the ground, curled up, bruised wounds solidified with dust. Siegel touched with a finger, and under the influence of divine power, the clone regained its vitality. He inhaled sharply, like a drowning man who could breathe again, greedily expanding and contracting his lungs. After the energy began to circulate again, the clone regained its perception of the outside world and hurriedly stood up and knelt on the ground.

He slashed his throat with his fingers and vomited so hard that Siegel waited patiently. After a while, a round object fell out of his throat, and when he wiped it clean, he found that it was an old ten-sided dice.

"I was studying the barrier when this dice suddenly appeared in front of me and went straight into my mouth. The clone said, "I heard the man say, hide it and don't be discovered, all the dice are destined to be together!

"Then I connected with the ontology, but found it very difficult to transmit information, and there were very obvious barriers to communication. So I knew something was wrong, swallowed the dice, and covered it up with all my might. Within a few minutes, the Sage's sneak attack came. ”

Siegel took the ten-sided dice, and he felt his twenty-sided dice heat up like a furnace, and he had no idea why. In fact, the only one who understands what is going on is no longer there.

Although he had not yet seen the body, he already had this premonition. It's also because he is a god, and no one who is imprisoned is more alert. Turner of the Ten Dice was far more capable of analyzing human nature and the situation than Siegel of the Twenty Dice and threw the dice before the Sage of the Gods could do anything.

Siegel told the clone to bend over, then put his hand on it. There was a flash of light, and all the knowledge and research of the clone was transferred to the ontology, including the knowledge of the known barriers. The gods were gone, and nothing could stop Siegel anymore. So he swung his fist and slammed it into the barrier.

A ripple spread out from the point of the fist in all directions, trying to alleviate the elemental impact of the magic god. Siegel didn't stop it, but smashed it with punch after punch. He didn't want to use spells, he didn't want to use precise methods to cut through the layers of fog, find the key nodes and then disassemble them carefully, he didn't have that patience at all. He just wants to use brute force to dismantle this place now, and him!

Each punch was akin to an elemental surge, and all the rules that made up the barrier trembled. The ripples grew denser and denser, gradually becoming a chaotic wave. Wave after wave on top of each other, and after the power is raised layer by layer, it finally exceeds the limit of the barrier.

After a loud bang, the whole earth was like a heavy blow, countless rocks and dirt were thrown into the sky, and the earthquake lasted for more than ten minutes. Siegel creates a large hole in the barrier that will never heal and flies inside. He had no other purpose than to build a decent grave for Turner.

The circle that had misled him could no longer stop him, and the fog that shrouded the inside of the prison was blown away in the explosion. Siegel soon finds the place where Turner died. There was blood on the ground, there were intricate footprints, but there was no body for Turner.

Siegel can also smell the remnants of divine power in the air: elves, dwarves, hunting under the command of Mother Earth, and judgment under the Lord of the Dawn. Together, Turner had no way to resist it, and death was supposed to be a momentary thing.

There is no trace of a struggle here, which also illustrates this from one side. The footprints here are messy, but each one is light, not the kind of hard kicking on the ground in battle. What are they wandering around here for?

There's a spell called Yesterday's Vision, which is not available in the Mage Guild and Federation, but the Elven Art Institute does. Its original purpose was to help the old elves remember the past, but Siegel could use it to do things that elves couldn't: retrace the whole thing.

With the help of the blood on the ground, and doing his best to condense the power of the rules of time, Siegel recreated the history of this place with yesterday's illusion spell. All that can be seen are fragments, vague and silent. But with keen insight and precise lip reading, Siegel pieced together some facts.

Turner knew the gods were going to attack him, and this time he didn't even have a chance to escape. The gods had only one purpose, and that was to play the dice, and Turner would never let the gods get their hands on them. Through the balancing power of the ten-sided dice, he knew about it when the magic god was born, and he also got the news when the prophetic priesthood left. The priesthood of prophecy was the most restrictive to him, and the action of absorbing the New World back then was to break the rule of the power of prophecy.

He couldn't get out of the dice cup prison himself, but there was still a way to get the dice out. This prison could only imprison him, but opened up access to some of his abilities in order for the dice to stabilize the wall of storms. After studying these passages for a long time, Turner found some points to exploit, and before the Sage of the gods arrived, he handed the dice to the Sage of Siegel outside.

"It's a pity that time can't come again, everything can only pass away. After all this, Turner sat quietly in the center of the cell, used all his strength, and forged a dice. It has the exact same aura as the True Ten Dice and is capable of emitting white light that negates damage from the Wall of Storms. However, it uses Turner's life force, which only lasts for a few days before it becomes a scrap.

Turner was exhausted and powerless to resist when the Sage arrived. The bow of the god of the hunt pierced his heart, and death was swift and painless.

Then the gods found the fake dice and basked in the euphoria of victory. In order to better study the dice, they also took Turner's corpse. Now Siegel couldn't help but make a grave for him, because there was nothing to bury him.

"You killed a lot of people, you saved a lot of people, and eventually the people you saved killed you. Siegel looked at the dice in his hand and stood in front of Turner's last bloodstain and wept. "I know that if time comes again, you will still help us dice holders, and you will still make the same choice. I just want to know if you are willing to continue to help the people of this world? The gods are but deserters, cowards, traitors, robbers, I don't want to be like them, and I won't be like them. I want to keep this world, firstly because those shameful bastards have abandoned this world, and I don't, and on the other hand, I want to leave my humanity after becoming a god, and my flawed humanity wants me to stay. ”

Siegel knew that Turner couldn't hear it anymore, but he still said to himself, "Now, there is no god in this world who is against us. There are no prophecies, no fate, only mortals. I block out all divine powers, and I don't try to influence the process with magic, only luck. Turner, please tell me, do you want to save the world?"

Siegel let go of his hand and let the ten-sided dice roll off his palm. The scarred dice bounced in blood and advanced through the dust and dirt, stopping in a pit in embarrassment. On the upward side of the dice is the number ten and sparkles in Siegel's sight.

A large piece of information becomes knowledge and burrows into Siegel's dice. The twenty-sided dice became even hotter, and all the numbers were sparkling. (To be continued.) )