Chapter 430
The world's consciousness gradually sensed that something was wrong. The Evil God had actually grown stronger.
If it was before, the world's defense mechanism would have been activated immediately when it sensed that the other party had the intention to go beyond its control.
Whether it attracted the desolate experts to settle the score or directly sent a Heavenly Tribulation, the Nanwei Tribe should have been destroyed long ago.
But unexpectedly, the entire Nanwei Tribe was rapidly expanding, and more and more monsters appeared. Although most of them were still under the world's control, some things had already gone wrong.
For example, the Nanwei Tribe's shaman should have died in the information sea of the ancestral land. Her totem should have belonged to the ancestral land, but after careful inspection, it was discovered that this was a mistake. Her totem had not been recorded.
And in the center of the Nanwei Tribe, there was already an area where the world's consciousness could not obtain accurate information.
If the world's consciousness had not received feedback from the surrounding tribes' shamans, it would not have discovered this problem. There was a flaw in the world's operating mechanism.
However, the world's consciousness did not discover the flaw. It searched for relevant information about this matter and did not find any special abnormalities, so it was possible that the Evil God had grasped some technology to deceive its senses.
After understanding the seriousness of the matter, the world's consciousness could only start to salvage the situation. And to salvage the situation, there was no better tool than the protagonist. The world's consciousness could borrow the power of the protagonist's halo to operate within the world.
Therefore, Mengluo changed his previous cautiousness and sneaked into the dangerous Nanwei Tribe. He was very lucky that he was not discovered. After all, most of the Nanwei Tribe's people, even if they believed in the Evil God, were still under the world's control.
And as long as they were still under the world's control, then as long as it was possible, it could make anything happen. The protagonist's halo was the same. Even if the probability of something happening was small, it could still happen. Therefore, the protagonist could often create miracles, but when he encountered a power that was beyond the world's control, then it would be a battle of real power.
The world's consciousness believed that although the Evil God had extended part of its tentacles into the world, it had no chance of winning against the protagonist who had the entire world as his backing.
Even if the protagonist's halo was not fully activated, the world's consciousness could still use most of the world's power to crush an Evil God. It could even use this to further activate the protagonist's halo.
When the protagonist grew up and conquered the world, he would be able to further digest Negri's information, allowing the world's consciousness to eliminate Negri's will.
On the outside, there was the Disaster Lord, who was preparing to invade. On the inside, there was Negri, who was ready to replace it at any time. The world's consciousness was having a hard time. Inside the Ancestral Desolate Land, the unfathomable consciousness made it easier for people to sense its emotions.
As all sorts of accidents happened, the World Will had no choice but to become flexible in order to cope with these unexpected situations. Moreover, as Negri touched its existence, it gradually became aware of itself, and if this continued, the day of the World Will becoming personified was not far away.
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"The Saint is there?" A group of humanoid creatures that were different from the Desolate Men appeared on top of the mountain, looking at the noisy Nandiu Tribe from afar.
If the priests of the other Desolate Men tribes saw these people, they would recognize them. They were the demons that were gradually increasing the pressure of survival. Of course, the demons would not call themselves demons. They called themselves the Celestials, who were a higher level than the Desolate Men.
They were born with the information of Negri. At the beginning, they were no different from the Desolate Men, except that they were more intelligent and motivated. However, once they went through the sacrifice and became warriors, they would completely show a different side from the Desolate Men.
The totem of the Celestials was not all things in the Ancestral Desolate Land, but the land of eternal peace that they depicted. That was the future Ancestral Desolate Land, the true Kingdom of Heaven.
They claimed that the current Ancestral Desolate Land was incomplete and flawed. Its path forward was almost at a standstill, and the path of individual improvement had long been blocked. Only by walking on the road of eternal peace could the people of the world have the possibility of improving.
"Our mission is to lead the Saint to the road of eternal peace and let him obtain eternal peace. This is also our own path …" The leader of the Celestials looked at the fanatical Desolate Men below and shook his head. These guys had already been dominated by knowledge. Although they had obtained peace, they had also lost their sense of self.
Within the Nandiu Tribe, Meng Luo was controlling his totem to ask Yun Yi about the situation. However, Yun Yi was already on the verge of insanity. His words were incoherent and he would often say some unclear things. His logic was also very chaotic, causing Meng Luo to be somewhat confused.
However, Yun Yi was only on the verge of insanity. After asking a few times, Meng Luo also roughly understood the situation. The Nandiu Tribe's priests had used the Unseen Sacrifice to divine the Lord of Disaster. As a result, they were completely infected and became the Lord of Disaster's minions.
After that, the Nandiu Tribe's priests used the sacrifice to drag the entire Nandiu Tribe into trouble. Now, almost everyone in the Nandiu Tribe believed in the Lord of Disaster, and their power seemed to be drawn from destruction.
As for more information, such as what other experts there were in the tribe other than the Nandiu Tribe's priests, and why Yun Yi had been under house arrest all this time, Yun Yi did not know.
"Hold on a little longer. When I'm ready, I'll rescue you." Meng Luo comforted Yun Yi. The little snake crawled out of the hole in the corner of the house and returned to his side.
Yun Yi watched as the little snake left. His heart was filled with hope as he lay down once again. Before, he could not see any hope and could only rely on his own rationality to hold on. Now that he had the hope of escaping, he felt much better.
Outside the Nandiu Tribe, Meng Luo's face was calm. Although he had decided to wade into these muddy waters, he still felt that things were very troublesome.
"Yun Yi is not worthy of trust. I should give up." Meng Luo thought. Yun Yi was a good person, this much was certain. However, his current state was indeed hard to trust. He was also a victim of the Cloud River Tribe's disaster. He had also been chanting the Lord of Disaster's name, and his mental state was extremely unstable. The Nandiu Tribe did not punish him, and instead kept him under house arrest.
After he passed on the message, his value had already disappeared. If he went to save him, he might even encounter danger. Therefore, Meng Luo had already decided to give up on Yun Yi. Of course, if there was a chance to save him, Meng Luo would not mind helping.
"Next is to pass on the message. With my strength alone, it is impossible to defeat a tribe. Now, I need the help of others." After Meng Luo found a safe place, his mental will sank into the totem and followed the totem into the Ancestral Desolate.
These days, he had gradually adapted to moving around in the Ancestral Desolate and passing on messages. He hid the Lord of Disaster's name and passed on the relevant information to the surrounding tribes. They should know what to do.
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