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The Temple of Knowledge, or the Heart of Spells?

This actually seems to be inconsequential, because these two places are neutral places in the multiverse, and both are temples of magic and knowledge that are revered by spellcasters. They are known for their magical towers and long libraries. It's just that one building is more expansive and holds all the knowledge of the multiverse, while the other is filled with endless magical fluctuations, the power emanating from the deepest core of the web

However, these two planes belong to Ogma and Mishra, respectively.

The two gods, a man and a woman, also have a lot in common, for example, they are both one of the most powerful gods, both are knowledge-savvy, and both are well-known neutral gods......

But the problem is that their neutrality is not quite the same.

Ogma is the source of knowledge for the gods, and is usually portrayed as an elder, a weathered bard, or a sophisticated figure like a librarian, who does not care about the world, rarely participates in the changes of the world, and is only interested in the knowledge of the world, and whose few allies are the beings of his own gods, and formally does not favor or help any of the gods. It is a completely neutral attitude.

Misla, on the other hand, seems to be another interpretation of neutrality.

She has enemies, friends, and most of the gods have different friendly relations, and even connects every god, and has a good relationship with those righteous gods, but she is not exclusive to evil gods like Rose the spider, and even guys like Ciric and Visharen can get some support from her, like what she is in charge of-

Any race has a mage's existence zài. It is impossible to judge whether it is good or evil...... There is no need to judge.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Sivanus chose her......

That's weird!

As the stewards of nature, the Father of the Oak Tree is angry at any destruction of nature, and the destruction of nature in this world. I'm afraid there is no one who can pass a mage except for making people. So even if the singer is also neutral, Sivanus should basically not be in company.

So, Edward's gaze paused—the towering Tallinn in the portal, the dense layers, the myriad of magical symbols carved from rock and pure gold, mythril and precious stones swirled in it. There were countless glittering glitters in the sky, but they weren't stars, the luster that pulled the silver threads was the illusion of the magic web controlled by the goddess of magic!

He turned his head, trying to question, but noticed that Sylvanus drooped slightly. There was not the slightest ripple in his expression, just a pair of eyes flickering slightly, as if he was looking at Edward.

Forget it, whatever?

Anyway, Edward didn't plan to meddle in these boring chores between the gods, and if there was no special need, he would leave this matter at that, and it would be good to get rid of it once and for all. What the gods like to do. That's their own business, and he only needs strength, as long as he has power, he can leave the rest alone.

"Now, then, I have done my duty, Sivannas," he said briefly, and then paused, hesitating to utter the words 'And you should do yours too.' But before he could speak again, Sylvanus had already reached out. A pale gray star pops up.

The star slowly drifted towards Edward, and when he looked closely, he noticed that the faint star was actually composed of countless gray, green, and purple rays of light. These auras are all centered on a certain point, rotating according to their own laws. At all common centers. A mark is faintly visible.

"What kind of god is this?"

"Inhuman sapient beings. ”

The Father of the Oak Tree's answer was so succinct that Edward groaned for a moment, staring at the marvelous Divine Rule, but many thoughts were spinning in his mind - this was a fragment of the Divine Rule, which I don't know what it was, it was only a part of it, but it didn't seem to be so useful to Edward, because it was certainly not the type of Divine Rule that was directly involved in the battle.

The moment he stretched out his hand to hold the god in his hand, he was slightly happy - in the dark, something seemed to click slightly, as if it was a hallucination.

But Edward knew that it was the Divine Rule, which was connected to a part of his hand, merging with each other.

Inhuman sapient beings...... This range seems to be very broad, most of the powerful monsters in the world can be classified into this, such as unicorns, tree people, and even orcs?

Edward didn't ask too much about it, just stepped back, slowly leaving the portal, letting a subtle glow flicker on the door - in this way, the portal had actually just been stabilized, and if Sylvanus turned his face after the door opened, he could have directly disrupted the location of the portal at any time, and then destroyed it!

Next up is Utao.

However, Edward's gaze fell on his wrist, but he couldn't help but be stunned - the dinosaur god that was originally attached to his body had disappeared at some point. The communication between the two gods was actually quite difficult, so when he opened the space door just now, this clone was basically going all out, and in the midst of mental turmoil, he didn't even notice when that god left.

However, in fact, this is nothing, after all, the god is such a thing, it is the god itself, if Utao changes his mind and does not intend to waste it, it is very reasonable to retreat with the wronged head of Sivannas.

The Psychic Warlock sighed slightly, but he was not depressed, after all, the god that Sivannas gave him overlapped with the part in his hand, which was already a surprise for him.

The noise gradually echoed through the jungle, and the roar of the crash formed a thunderous sound, and countless creatures began to rush towards the portal. From rats to birds, from wolves to lizards, then unicorns, to dragons. More and more creatures formed a torrent, but between a few breaths, this surge. It's already like the tide of the sea!

Looking at the life that keeps rushing into the portal, it can even give people the illusion that the whole space has been surging through the small door. Squeeze the past!

When the luster flickered, the human figure disappeared with it.

Sivanus stood still on the grass, watching the creatures that kept pouring into the portal, and after a moment, he reached out and swiped lightly. As a result, the portal, which was already more than ten feet high, continued to expand, and finally became a huge door ten times the original size!

After doing this, he turned his gaze and spoke softly.

"You gave up?"

It's like asking, and it's like reproaching. But in fact, Sivannas's voice was indescribably indescribable. Although his appearance was young, his voice was still the same as that of the old man, and even more somber, without any ups and downs or anger at all. Even if it's a tree, a rock, if you can speak. Or maybe more like a creature than he is.

"It's just that I suddenly feel that it's not interesting, you have basically planned it, and the implementation is also very smooth, the positioning of the space has been completed, and now with me, or without my help, it won't affect anything. ”

The figure of the dinosaur god emerged from the void, she was still in a humanoid shape, her radiant body resembling a mass of metal, and there was no expression to be seen. Only the voice was steady but with a hint of sighing: "It's a pity, I can't see at all, why do we have to be so anxious......"

"This kind of existence does look at the accident that arises in the chaos, but this qiē. It doesn't have to end there. ”

"Isn't it going to end there? Do you think Misra will think about his life? And most importantly, now, will Mishra think about his life?"

The dinosaur god seems to repeat her own question, but the vocabulary between the two sentences is somewhat different:

"Can't you and I solve this problem?"

"If it was Misla, I can't guarantee what she'd do. And it is clear that we have nothing to rely on except the power of the magic web. "Sivanus was unfazed.

"It's really boring, it's still the same in the end, it's still to ensure your status, this game has been tens of thousands of years, even if it's a complex maze, it's no fun to walk dozens of times, but why don't you get tired of playing? Why can't everyone get tired of playing?"

Utao sneered:

"I've cursed this cage too, the cage that locks up all of our existence, but I now think that in reality, this cage was built by us at all, and besides, you guys, you're still adding a damn fence to it!

No matter how much something beautiful is repeated, it is still beautiful. And you can't ask all the beings to risk their own existence with the same thing as you, and for a god to shake the possibility of his own existence, even if it is the creation god, it shouldn't, no, it can't exist in this world!

We are all just a part of this multiverse, big or small, but our existence is to support its existence, and we have no choice for our existence!

Sivannas's eyes opened, and two of them were as blue as warm water waves, depressed, but he didn't make any sound in the end, but a piece of consciousness had been quietly sent into Utao's heart.

In the next moment, the mirror-like figure had turned into a scattered light and disappeared from the end of vision. Sivanus lowered his gaze as he watched the portal that was expanding and blending into more jungle creatures. However, his eyes reflected not the glow of the towers in the door, but the morning sun as red as blood.

The rising blood-colored luster unfolded at the end of the sky,

The clouds in the sky were stretching into a thin veil of lightness, and then under the morning sun, the colors of purple, red, and yellow were constantly changing. The faint clouds held the morning sun gradually rising, and the wind in the sky had torn those clouds into strips at this moment, revealing the clear blue, like a wash-like charming sky.

And in that sky, teams of celestial planes were trying to spread out, and countless wings of light spread out in the light of suffering, so that almost in an instant, the entire sky, and the tranquil cyan blue had already turned into countless golden and red wings of light that could not be seen directly, two or three thousand pairs of such light. The stars flickered in the dark red and blood-like light......

......

The morning sun rises and the sun sets.

When the qiē in front of him slowly condensed into a qiē in the main material plane, Edward sighed softly.

His gaze. Sweeping a little over the distant horizon, the remnants of the sun, which was already the size of a finger's belly, were trying to send the last of its light to the earth, but the remaining red would eventually be swallowed up by the faintness of the bruises, and in the end only a trace of the sunset would be reflected.

Watch the light dissipate. As soon as Edward stopped, he slowly slid down, skimming the sky and landing above a city.

The city is not big, but it has 40,000 or 50,000 people, but it is well repaired. By nightfall, an invisible anti-teleportation spell had risen from the city walls, covering the entire city, but for Edward, even now only a doppelganger, it was still nothing more than a layer of paper, the only thing to concentrate. He had already stepped onto the streets of the city in one step, and slowly moved forward, but half of the people around him could not notice him.

On the streets on both sides of the city's central street, there were so many fourteen or fidel taverns, and Edward frowned slightly, and walked into the one with the largest station.

At the end of the day, this happy place was already packed. However, the owner of the shop clearly knows the business well, and instead of dedicating the entire space to boring seating, he left an open space near the center. Set aside a fire pit for some performances to cheer up the guests.

As Edward stepped through the door, a somewhat shabby drummed drum was pounding out a somewhat messy tune, along with a lute and the roar of 'hey' and the sound of clapping hands. And a dozen people struggled in front of the campfire and danced weirdly. Shadows swayed around them, occasionally eliciting a burst of rough laughter.

But what is somewhat surprising is that the leader of the dance is actually a young girl, she padded her feet, her body rotated beautifully, she moved in the ballroom on her toes, swaying and writhing the young body into a shallow phantom, in the low-cut long skirt, two soft and plump balls with her movements too jumping, revealing a thrilling deep furrow and pink soft light, and the high open skirt fork, the slender and toned thighs moved flexibly, especially the foot where she kicked off the shoes hung a string of bells, every time the dance gently flicked, the crisp and pleasant ringtones continued to wear out。

Spinning and dancing, she was sipping the syrup from the glass, the red juice slowly dripping down her jaw, rendering her red skin even more erosive...... A dozen strong men surrounded her, and some guys who looked closer to bullies were using greedy colors to cover her waist, legs, and a deep furrow in her chest...... And the girl didn't seem to be interested in these people, but just turned leisurely, danced like this, and from time to time picked up a glass of wine and drank it down, and then squinted at the people around her with a mesmerized gaze and smiled, as if she had no idea what she was doing.

And the big men writhing around her seemed to have been so confused that they even forgot to snatch her away with force and pushed her down on the bed.

Of course, it turned out that it was just a good wish of Edward himself, and there seemed to be no one in this place who could directly push down the incarnation of a god except for him, not even the god himself.

However, Edward was not in the mood to play these little tricks right now. So he simply found a place to sit down in the chaotic tavern and looked at the wonderful table of the man.

After waiting for less than a quarter of an hour, the sound of music began to slowly fade, and as soon as there was a flower in front of her, the woman in the long black dress had already landed in front of the black robe, stretched out her hands, and held it in her arms.

"Little thing, to be honest, do you miss your sister?" The goddess of magic grabbed Edward with her usual arrogance, and held him firmly for another three points, so that the people around him immediately began to show anger, but the god apparently did not take it to heart, and rubbed his cheek on Edward's face a few times before letting go of her.

"What's the matter?" Edward asked, still sitting upright, frowning slightly as he watched the big beauty leave his body.

"Something? Actually, something. The beautiful bar girl dressed as the goddess of magic sneered and said, "My dream is to travel through the whole Big 6 and look for "qingren", so it can really be regarded as a coincidence between us." ”

"What a great idea. The human snorted, "But, I guess that's not what your husband and your daughters think?"

"Oh, Edward, that's rude to a married lady. ”

"So, what are you going to do?"