In the chaotic elemental turbulence, the elemental brilliance around Wren was not strong, and at a casual glance, he was just a somewhat rare master-level mage on the continent.

For the color prince, and even the big devil who is sneaking into the screen in the sky in various ways, what is terrible is Wren's operation-

Being able to make a hundred mage's mouths say different things at the same time theoretically proves that Wren can use one hundred things at once.

Multitasking is one of the most striking characteristics of a deity.

A deity has to face the prayers of thousands of people at the same time, listen to their requests and outpourings, and choose to respond to certain believers of His choice.

Wren did this, and immediately made the big devils who peep at the screen frightened.

In their opinion, this is the classic 'I don't pretend, I have a showdown'. In this way, Wren told them that Lao Tzu was actually a true god, and that this flesh and blood bag in front of me was just my doppelganger or incarnation.

Interestingly, Wren himself was unconscious, and he didn't know that he was 'pretending to be a god' again.

What is even more terrifying is his practice of having a hundred mouths recite the devil's real name at the same time.

In mathematical terms, this is called exhaustive method, and the basic idea is to determine the approximate range of answers based on some of the conditions of the question, and within this range, all possible situations are verified one by one until all of them are verified.

If a situation verifies that all the conditions of the problem are met, it is a solution to the problem; If all the conditions of the problem are not met after verification, the problem is not solved.

Wren's gameplay is similar to a small program written by a computer, constantly testing passwords at high speed.

If the Prince of Colors is a computer system with the ability to correspond, he can set a number of times the other party is allowed to experiment with the password per unit of time. For example, if you enter the wrong password a few times at the bank ATM, your account will be locked today.

For traversers, this response is a basic operation.

But in the real world of Kaos, how can there be such a response?

"Remres, Bebsi, Ispsek......" each mouth was chanting at high speed at the rate of ten demonic real names per second.

A hundred mouths added up is more terrible than a hundred ducks quacking in unison, forming a storm of noise.

The existence of the pan-human camp sounded extremely noisy, buzzing, and quite uncomfortable.

In order to protect the eardrums of his disciples, Wren had deliberately lowered the volume of each [phantom sound].

Reciting the real name does not need to be volume, it just needs to be correct.

This kind of gameplay is simply a dimensionality reduction blow for the big devil!

At this moment, I don't know how many big devils who were singing songs and drinking wine in Bato's hell, and letting the sexy female devil dance and cheer up, suddenly his brain went blank, and his head was clattering.

No! Wait a minute! How did I eat melons on my head?

I've tried out my devil's real name for you, and I'm still playing with a fart?

In particular, a certain devil lord who had been miserable by Wren overheard his real name, and he burst into tears on the spot, falling from the lord's throne, and an orz bent forward and fell to the ground in frustration.

"Damn! I knew it! I knew he knew my real name early on. No wonder he doesn't care! It turns out that from the beginning, I didn't have a chance to run away! ”

The Devil Lord is completely out of control.

The number of big devils who are peeping at the screen is not much, probably just double digits.

But the mentality of every big devil is surprisingly consistent - collapsed.

Originally, they still wanted to trick Rennes, a great enemy who was likely to threaten their life and death, into Bato's hell to die, after all, even if they couldn't attack, at least they could hold on.

For a long time, this sense of superiority brought by being far away from the main battlefield but being able to do things wantonly across the space has always filled them with the confidence of being confused.

Now it's okay, if you don't succeed, you will lose yourself in minutes, how can the big devils stand it?

For a while, I don't know how many big devils jumped up and scolded: "Color prince, you idiot! What are you messing with him for!? ”

The Great Devils are cunning and extremely selfish.

They quickly colluded and quickly came to the conclusion that their last and only advantage [Rennes Tesla is in the camp of order neutrality]!

This means that if Wren wants to keep his camp, he can't break the rules. The object of his counterattack must have a clear direction.

What the Great Devils have to do is very simple, they have to prove that this attack was only the work of a stupid X dragon of the Colored Prince, and not the will of all the Great Devils in Hell.

An interesting scene, which happened in the next second.

When one of the mouths controlled by Wren read a name, the colored prince suddenly shuddered violently.

"Oh? Is this your real name in Hell? Mr. Doug Ed (Dog-egg)! Or should I call you -!? Don't worry, I won't force you to hurt yourself, I just want to invite you to come to the Kaos Continent to play a trick. "Rayne's bad expression of smiling flesh and not smiling, I don't know why Mao fell in the eyes of the disciples, so bad that he was actually a little handsome?

Of course, in the eyes of the great devils, he meows like the grand return of the king of hell!

Evil!

It's wicked!

How can you, a law-abiding and neutral deity, be more evil than us devils!?

No way!

Incise!

You have to cut off with the idiot of the color prince immediately!

Just when Wren stretched out a huge illusory palm with a single finger length of more than 100 meters in front of the colorful prince who was trembling like chaff, a scene unexpected by Wren happened-

It's not the first time Wren has done anything to pull the cult boss out of another dimension. The case of the demon lord Griffith last time gave Wren plenty of experience.

To be reasonable, even if you know the devil's real name, it will still be quite difficult to drag a true legendary dragon out of hell.

Knowing his true name can certainly force the colored prince to come over, but when the colored prince resists with all his might, especially when the main body pulls the things in Batow's hell's lair with brute force, the resistance will not be light.

The rules of all dominating techniques in this world are like this, you are the master, it is not false, it does not mean that you can be a slave, you can't grind foreign workers, fancy resistance.

In the system prompt, the Colored Prince is frantically doing intelligence and will tests, but if he passes once, he can delay the time.

Clearly, the dragon's luck has not run out. A difficulty coefficient of 18, can only vote 1 to 20 verification, this goods just lost a 19 out, passed.

Wren suddenly had a wonderful sense of déjà vu, isn't this just like a big dog who refuses to go, preferring to stick to the ground and enter the era of grinding roots, rather than moving a bit!

Wren put a little more effort into it, and found that all the luck of this product seemed to be used here, and it actually passed several tests in a row.

(End of chapter)