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"Human, it's really ......complicated," the goddess sighed, and the light in her hand changed and changed, thinner and thinner. Instead, it conjured up a faint rainbow light, which made human beings unable to take their eyes off - but after a long time, they still couldn't see any changes, so they finally couldn't help but ask:

"How, how many problems did you analyze?"

"For the time being, no, I can't analyze anything. Basically, there is not much difference between these divine powers and the divine powers you are invoking, or ordinary divine powers, the biggest difference is only the difference in branding, but if it is only a little different, then even ordinary gods can do it, and no special means are needed. Could it be that it has something more subtle about changing the imprint of divine power?"

Elistry shook her head, learning from the person to use a certain word, and then raised her gaze from the two points of divine power: "Anyway, in a short period of time, I'm afraid I won't be able to find a deeper reason." ”

"Can't find even the slightest peculiarity?" Edward asked.

Although he also knew very well that this was by no means a task that could be done lightly, otherwise, Pandorian Ryan would not have become a confidant of the gods, and Lansender would not have pursued thousands of years, and only recently had a way to reunite the reality on himself.

"There is not necessarily much understanding of the divine powers themselves, even the gods, and most of the gods only use them instinctively, more about how to use them than about them themselves. And most of the gods like me, who are weakly powered, don't have much divine power to study. Just as you don't necessarily know where your body's strength comes from. Elistra's fingers didn't stop. The seven-colored rainbow light was then separated, the thinner and weaker it became, but even if the colored light was scattered layer by layer. Until the final disappearance, there was no abnormality.

"Nerve currents stimulate the contraction of muscles, which is the source of much of the biological force...... Well, indeed, it is difficult for people in this era to understand this kind of thing, after all, things that do not work, ordinary people will not care. Edward sighed. So Elistra turned her gaze: "I thought you would say." 'You are not men, you are gods, you are supposed to be omnipotent'. ”

"Man. It is a good habit to be informed. ”

"Ah, of course there are people, but you don't seem to be a 'human' anymore, huh?" the psychic warlock's reply, intentionally or unintentionally, caused Drow's moon goddess to blink and let out a string of touching chuckles, "And." Even without considering the holder of royal power. I don't think your ideas can be compared to those mortals. ”

The goddess narrowed her blue eyes, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and the beauty of the moment was enough to captivate the country and the city, making Edward stunned for a moment. It's a pity that the malice in that sentence then made his brow furrow again-'I don't think you can be compared to mortals'?

The change in the human's expression obviously only sweetened Elistria's smile, and she gently reached out to rub a touch of gold behind her ear, her slender fingers as if plucking the strings. It's just that the clear ring-like sentence has endless ridicule: "Of course I didn't make a mistake, after all." Although mortals are not necessarily righteous and good, they are not too evil and vicious, and compared to you, of course that is much better, isn't it?"

Aside from frowning and sighing, the human race doesn't seem to be able to do much to deal with it on its own.

He tilted his head back and leaned back in a chair made of huge leaves behind him, his gaze a little unfocused.

The cool breeze blows on the top of the goddess's elven giant tree, and you can see the entire half-dimensional space as far as you look around...... Today, in the sea of trees at the far end of the field of vision, there are three different spaces—in the east, in a small clearing surrounded by green trees, bubbling springs converge into a small lake. In the west, the silvery moonlight shines through the gaps in the tall oak trees, illuminating the sparse clearing beneath it, while in the north, the sea of trees soothes and thins into a slowly expanding grassland dotted with pastures and dwarf trees.

It was the sign of three new gods being stationed in this plane. Three new divine domains - Although these regions are far from being called divine domains due to the size of the entire half-plane, as long as more divine power is replenished over time, the entire plane can be expanded almost infinitely.

But what Edward lacks most now is undoubtedly time.

Time, as if it had always been his great enemy—like a blade against his back, burning under his feet, was constantly chasing, forcing him forward, upward, to the highest, to the farthest...... Just like he could feel now, the power of the royal power was getting closer and closer to the borderline.

By the time he had determined the limits of this ancient evil sealer, Edward had already cut off any possibility of sending divine power to it, and the space around the royal power was deliberately blocked by him, and all the newly captured divine power was completely stuffed into Elisetsu as a puppet god— Although these gods who are attached to the royal power are also under control, the divine power they possess does not seem to have anything to do with the royal power itself, and when they absorb the divine power alone, they also use the method between the gods, which can be regarded as a good supplementary combat power.

While this is tantamount to sealing the most powerful means of confronting the gods, it is always much better than the resurrection of Pandorian Ryan. However, even with such strict defense, he could still feel that the last boundary was still being approached, and many visions, such as the strange psychic dialogue in his sleep before, proved that the ancient evil creature was constantly approaching him from the other end of the seal, using the spirit mixed with the life of that universe to affect him, trying to manipulate him little by little, devouring him......

"Or is it because of the fragment of kingship in Ransendel's hand?"

"yes......"

The spiritual connection connects one person and one god, and there should be harmony between them, but the mind moves. As a result, the degree of thinking is also increasing exponentially.

Ransendale had at least two or three fragments of kingship in his hands, and Edward knew about it. It's just that he didn't really care about that before—he didn't want to make the staff of kingship complete, he just had to master the part that was advantageous enough. But now think about it, if the royal power is to use guò divine power to repair itself and expand. So no one can guarantee whether this thing will expand into more than one.

At the very least, Lansendel had already released a Pendorian Ryan's scum......

Edward wasn't very worried about those scum, anyway, there was no royal power, and the scumbags themselves were just powerful monsters that could control the nearby magic nets. At most, you can absorb some divine power, but you can't break the seal of the main body, even if you control a god. It's just a substitute for that god, as long as you are careful and don't let them directly instill divine power into you like the last time, everything will be fine.

Actually, in essence. Lansender is nothing more than a scumbag similar to those dregs. It's even worse than the last time Guò skirmished, Edward guessed that he might have given up a lot of his powers in order to integrate Pandor's abilities - such as the manipulation of the magic net.

However, as a high god, his own strong divine power and powerful divine rules were tricky enough, not to mention that now, he may have devoured the divine power of several gods.

Without the slightest preparation, would he make the act of challenging Tyr?

"But this way. He took your place as an enemy of the gods. You cast the circle of gods to the believers of Tyr. Are you preparing for this?"

"Yes and no...... After all, if Lansender dares to do such a thing, he naturally doesn't care about any gods anymore. Edward sneered, "Just imagine, even if this matter is known to the gods, how will the gods deal with him?"

Elise frowned in thought, but the Psychic Warlock didn't need to think.

"Most likely, it's still thunder and rain...... It is obviously unrealistic to exterminate him, because whether he fights alone or in a gang, he is not necessarily his opponent, and when the time comes, as long as there is a slightly weak flaw that he catches, it will immediately become his strength, and the other gods are getting weaker and weaker, but he is getting stronger and stronger, unilateral war is not what those cunning guys want, although it is not yet known whether it is possible for him to be blown up by this increased power, but at least it is certain that there is no god who can really deal with him before he is blown up, isn't it?"

This thought was without thinking, because that was the state of Edward's own plan - the position of Lansendel was basically the same as him, and it also had more advantages, not only was the Temple of Nature originally his own one-third of an acre, but in terms of the total amount of divine power absorbed, Edward was at least a few streets away from him.

"But have you ever thought that the gods would go in search of a being who can be hostile to Him?"

"Who? If the legendary gods and goddesses are alive, then maybe there is still some hope, but according to the legend, the gods have disappeared tens of thousands of years ago, right? ”

"Of course you don't care, because you know what I'm like and what I'm struggling with...... But now that you run to the gods and tell me what kind of person I am, do you think they're going to change my mind? Even if it's your daddy, will he believe in my rejection of Pandorian or Ransendel? I'm not interested in working with a guy who's going to stab me in the back. ”

Thoughts rise and sink in my mind, and there is no doubt about the answers...... Words are starting to become superfluous. The surrounding qiē seemed to grow larger, and after opening up the infinite depth in front of it, it began to twist, rotate, and turbulent like a blister.

Yes, at least, to make Dawn the enemy of the gods.

Is there a way?

Seem...... There is one.

The Psychic closed his eyes.

**The pressure felt receded, and the silver light and fire gradually expanded out of the dark territory, illuminating the dark consciousness space, when the circle of consciousness composed of thinking expanded outward, the silver silk threads with cold light continued to emerge in his consciousness space. The silk threads slowly converge into clear veins, floating into the distant void, intertwined and intricate, a structure woven by countless silver silk threads. It's like a nest of countless spiders.

The vast network gradually began to brighten, and a dazzling silver-white flame burned faintly in it...... Edward, on the other hand, was a small worm in the middle of the walk, gradually infiltrating it. The silver threads had become clearer, from the remoteness of the beginning to palpable. He seemed to be able to see all the textures on the web clearly, right down to the light around him. It gradually became a splendid piece like a galaxy.

Magic Web.

A near-omnipresent magic web, a magic web that connects almost everything, a magic net that is almost omnipotent.

Reach out...... Or the tentacles of thought...... Or is it a corner of the will...... Stretching into the void, connected to the wisps of lines.

As a result, countless figures appeared in the magic web, overlapping and scattering. Each has a posture, broken, or complete...... They were singing. In the whisper, countless voices are clear and indistinct in the mind, and the mist of lines combines into countless illusions in the moment of mental attention, one after another in the human brain. The tide is born and the tide is extinguished.

They are every spellcaster in this world. Magic, arcane, the power of blood, the power of stealing, everyone relies on the magic web, the magic web, which is the source of their power and the trap that binds their souls—and quietly. Edward Vincent, a human being. is watching them silently with his own spirit.

This is how God connects with the demonic web.

For humans, this is a great burden, and the Psychic Warlock condenses his mind to fight against the invisible pressure. Then, a tremor rippled outward, like ripples, but not fragile. In an instant, the rings were already rippling outward, permeating the branches of the most subtle magic webs.

At that moment, the sound that permeated every node of the magic net suddenly intensified! The storm roared like thunder! And in that roar, the human voice was so insignificant.

It was a slender steel needle that pierced into it, and thus, countless mages, warlocks, priests, and bards...... The spells that had been prepared in the brains of all the casters, the magic that flowed in their veins, were replaced with words that gently tapped on their spirits.

"Did you know that the god of the dawn has fallen ...... now?"

"Did you know that there is a being who calls himself a 'true god' who is showing power to the world......

"Do you know? The followers of Tyre have disappeared inexplicably, and the remaining news says that they have seen a portal to the Upper Realm......"

"Know...... The true God is the only one, the supreme deity, all the beliefs in the world are nothing but illusory, only the true God is the truest, the greatest, the strongest ......"

Pitch black and smooth, like ice crystals built into the wall, but half of it has collapsed, red and black luster, in each huge brick wall reflected a smooth and deep black surface, the thick pillar stone is only half left, like the loyal majesty half of the arch guarding the four corners of the palace, even if the ruins have been weathered in the endless years, but even if the damaged part, people can still feel the original solemnity and simplicity, and even see the back beams towering, beautiful. The rugged masonry is full of strength and beauty, and the buildings are staggered one after another, extending outward at the top to become a hovering dragon.

The gemstone is as gorgeous as the blood...... Like a demon flame burning quietly. A vague mist hovered around the building, and the golden sunlight that filtered through the clouds cut the pillars of light into the light gauze of mist shadows.

In the depths of the seemingly far-reaching space, there is a towering wall.

Or rather, a rock, a towering object as narrow as a blade.

Only those who can see in the thick darkness can distinguish the carved patterns, bones, human figures, stories, and countless cracks and crumbles scattered all over the surface of the object. And to discern its true meaning, you need more associative skills.

Connected with the short, insignificant pedestals, armrests, and other things underneath it, it was nothing more than a chair, an extraordinarily wide one, with a backrest almost connected to the clouds of the sky...... Chair.

The esoteric darkness occupies the center of this throne, and the indescribable blur outlines the appearance of a person. Although the man's body seemed to be small from such a distance, the whole huge, towering chair, the empty hall around him, and even the space that contained this temple seemed to be filled by him alone. His posture on the throne, his black figure, and the endless whistling wind around him were filled with this qiē, a qiē, a combination of things.

The shadow is moving slightly.

It was a hand, a slender, pale, smooth woman's hand, ten thousand times neater than the palm of the most elegant nobleman in the world, and the black shadow writhed like a snake around the edge of the flawless palm. One of the delicate and ornate long swords resembled a ceremonial ornament, the hilt of which was inlaid with countless gems, and even through the leather sheath that was also surrounded by shadows, it seemed that a touch of cold light could still be seen.

The shadow receded slightly, revealing a pale and haughty jaw, and his knife-like face was as cold as ice, but the howling wind constructed his words, his wild laughter.

"O God...... True God, true God, hahahaha...... It's funny, it's so interesting, in this multiverse, in these countless planes, countless worlds, and countless existences, there is even a guy who dares to call himself a true god...... Aha. (To be continued......)