"Isn't it uncomfortable to see the fruits of the final victory in front of you and not be able to get them?" said to Siegel, "Don't worry, the power of the destructive lightning cannot last forever. ”

"How do you know?" Chanem panted, swaying his two severed arms, looking very pitiful.

"Because the divine fire of the magic god has only one purpose, which is to create a new magic god. If it wants to be inherited, it will find a way for itself. Siegel sat down, about two meters away from Chanem, and played with the dagger. "One more thing, I don't think that's all Riele is doing. ”

Chanem raised an eyebrow, but finally didn't ask. Siegel had helped him to the top, made him a first attempt, and saved him from the Bolt of Destruction. The next is at most according to his own ability, as the saint of the gods, he also has his own pride.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Siegel summoned the lamp god and asked him about the situation on this level. Since he has returned to his roots, the lamp god can answer questions according to the original design, and will no longer hide any facts. In fact, Siegel only has one problem, and that is how to obtain the divine fire safely.

"Relevant knowledge can be passed on to you, but not all at once, but you are charged according to the time you study. The faster you learn and the more points you have, the greater your advantage. The consumption of points is accumulated until 1,000 points per second. ”

It was useless to keep the points earned from everyone, and Siegel simply used them all. "Be careful, if Riele still has a backhand, it should be there by now. It's all up to you. With that, he closed his eyes. Entered into meditation. Try to make yourself able to learn as much as possible.

"Hey, what do you mean? I don't even have a hand!" Chanem snorted angrily: "You really don't treat me as an outsider, I am the Sage of the God of Murder, the King of Assassins!"

Outside of Siegel's wandering things, he didn't pay attention to him at all.

He was right, when someone starts to learn the knowledge of becoming a god, Riele should show up, snatching the divine fire before anyone succeeds and restoring his identity as a magic god. Dice are very important though. But no matter how much knowledge you learn, you are also better to be a god, not to be trapped in a mortal body for the rest of your life. When someone triggers this last resort, it means that he is very close to success, and Riele has lost all retreats, and he can only restore his status as a god and avoid even greater losses.

In a place where there is time to go back, it is impossible to believe in the existence of death, let alone the constant rebirth of the Holy One itself. Liele's body is not a Sage, but his structure is entirely designed to be a Sage, so Siegel has reason to believe that he has a back hand in the Magic Tower. Riele can be reinstated as a Sage at any time.

The Sage could not study the dice, which was an iron law maintained by the gods. But if Riele is bent on restoring the god of magic. At the critical moment he will become a saint first. So Siegel chooses to erase Riele's memories and prevent him from being reborn with the knowledge of this life. What could it be that would be made in this way? Siegel was curious, but all of his energy was spent learning what the Magic Tower had to offer.

The little girl's body disappeared with the wind, followed by Goblin Rieel, Human Riele, and Elven Rieel. This anomaly caught Chanem's attention, and he knew something was going to happen without needing Siegel to remind him. Although it may consume more holy power, having arms at such times is much more important than disability. He endured the pain, forged his hands, and then stood up and moved.

Two obsidian daggers floated in front of him, and Chanem took them with a wry smile. "I've never been trusted like this. Siegel, I know you're not stupid, so I'm wondering, how big is your heart?"

Footsteps sounded from the light-glowing staircase, and a muscular Dragonborn man walked up. The wings on the back are gold and red, and the black scales obscure the vital parts of the body, followed by a long black tail that bends backwards like a dragon, covered with blue and green scales, respectively.

He was more than two meters tall and looked like a raging warrior rather than a spellcaster. The almond-yellow pupils exuded the intimidation of killing, and the terrifying dragon power involuntarily emanated. "You want Shenhuo?"

"Legend has it that dragons first had magic, and the elves stole it from them, and then taught it to humans and other races. Chanem moved his body to prepare his muscles, "We gods know this is bullshit, but I didn't expect you to appear as a Dragonborn." Liele, let's do one more round. ”

"Who is Riel?" the Dragonborn narrowed his eyes as he looked at Siegel meditating. He knew that it was the guy sitting on the ground who was stealing the secret of becoming a god, and that man was powerless except for the protective spell on his body. The god of magic had imagined that the person who could make it to the last step should have thrown off all baggage, including possible allies. He should be alone, courageous, with a hint of recklessness and excitement.

There shouldn't be anyone standing in front of him to stop him. "Are you his guardian?" the Dragonborn flapped its wings, and the wind swept through it, rolling up dust and rubble. "Get out of the way, and I'll reward you with a portion of the Divine Fire to make you a true god. ”

"That's my purpose," Chanem said, "but I choose to trust him instead of you, Leel. ”

"I'm not Liele, but the name sounds good. "If you die, at least you know who killed you, little assassin!"

The dragonman Riel pretended to charge forward, but instead cast any gate and prepared to surprise the Divine Fire Crystal. As long as it can restore the identity of the gods, other things can be solved logically. Chanem wasn't stupid either, and as the god of murder, he was also familiar with tactics and manipulating situations. He immediately transformed into a large mass of shadows, and as soon as he rolled up Siegel and rushed in the direction of the crystal. When the dragonman Riel appeared above the crystal, two obsidian daggers were already waiting, and the open shadow barrier blocked his way.

The Dragonborn roared in anger and cast the Great Cleavage beneath him, intending to destroy all protective spells and magic items. I have to say that the current Liel is the strongest, and he is completely in the state when he just retired from the god position. A sage who is a god of magic. Except for legendary spells. All spells are at your fingertips. Fighting him with magic would be very disadvantageous. Fortunately, Chanem didn't think about a spell duel at all, and he relied on the sharpness and sealing ability of the obsidian dagger to start a battle with the dragonborn Liele.

Since there is no memory of the aftermath, the battle between Liel and Chanem is equivalent to a new fight, and this time Chanem has experience. The last battle lasted half a day, and Chanem is confident that he can hold out for so long this time. But he soon found out that something was wrong. Rylborn's spells were even more violent, and in just a few minutes he had already consumed the holy power needed to resurrect once.

"Little Sage, you have too few rules. It's too weak. You'll be killed by me in an hour, or sooner you'll lose the ability to resist. And the person you are trying to protect, it will take him at least three hours to learn the key things, and it depends on whether he has enough points. Liele said while fighting: "You are doomed to failure, rather than gain nothing, it is better to surrender here, save my effort, how about I divide you with a piece of divine fire?"

"Sange, I need enough strength to form the realm of the kingdom of God. ”

The Dragonborn spits out flames. Quickened the offensive in his hand, but Chanem withstood it. Riele glanced at the fiery split in his eyes. Then he nodded: "Three grids are fine, I still have enough to spare." ”

"I also want the priesthood of prophecy. Chanem said.

"Don't think about it! The priesthood can't be given to you!"

"Then at least the power of Sage-level prophecy, this can be done, right?"

The two exchanged a few more rounds, and Riele finally nodded and said, "Yes, I agree to your request." ”

Chanem breathed a sigh of relief, a look of satisfaction as he wished. He retracted slightly, and Riele also tacitly took a half step back. Just then, Chanem lunged and swung his obsidian dagger at the Dragonborn's neck. Riele hurriedly dodged, but still paid the price of his wings, falling from the sky and falling heavily to the ground.

"You! you damn untrustworthy bastard!" he yelled, using any door to dodge the pursuit.

Chanem didn't dare to go too far from Siegel, he chased two steps before stopping. I could only hear him shouting excitedly: "Okay! Finally deceived someone, cool! I didn't feel harmful! I suffocated me!"

Riele was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly three times, and then turned into a loud laugh. "I really underestimated you, and even more so the two of you. What do you have to do with each other, lovers?"

Chanem's face fell, he was completely enraged this time. It is said that love is a taboo for assassins, but this is not entirely unreasonable. The Angry Killer King hooked his fingers, and then completely hid himself in the ever-spreading shadows.

Riele roared, Destruction Lightning was his ally, and now he asked Lightning to explode in full force and stop thinking about long-term problems. For a moment, Chanem was caught between inside and out, and even the shadow barrier could not completely escape the power of destruction. Too lazy to grow wings, the Dragonborn Liele wrestled with the shadows on the ground. The light of the spell tried to dispel the darkness, but Chanem's struggles were unsuccessful.

"You can hold out for an hour at most!" "Ryleel Dragonborn roared, "This is the unchangeable future, I have foreseen it!"

"If there's one thing I've learned from the Prophetic Crystal Ball, it's only one. Chanem wielded an obsidian dagger, creating various wounds on the dragonman's body: "Unlike darkness, light will deceive you, never believe what you see, even if it's a damn prophecy!"

"You are surrounded by the enemy, you are alone, and you have no future!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit by an iridescent ray in his back. The light of petrification and paralysis was dispelled as soon as it was lit up, and the dissociation and injury caused a deep wound. Although the wound healed quickly under the influence of the Holy Force, it was also one of the more serious injuries suffered by the Dragonborn in this battle.

Behind him, the half-dragon man was preparing spells, and the dwarves were preparing runes. "Fighting alone, are you talking about yourself?" the half-dragon man raised his hand to make another iridescent ray, but was deflected by Liel.

"You're pretty your own people. The dwarf said. "Chanem, do you still have points there, the dwarf Koko is still missing some points, and the result is not up! His Golem Legion is actually very helpful!"

"Stupid, why don't you give him a share and let him come up!" Chanem scolded bitterly, but did not let go of his struggle at all.

"You're stupid, how do we know what's going on up there?!" the dwarf and the Holy One of Murder argued as they joined the Half-Dragons in attacking his "kin".

"The world is crazy!" exclaimed, "It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be this cooperation!" (To be continued.) )