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Chapter 605

Laker was a little anxious.

Ever since Negary joined the [Reformation], his original aura of smooth-sailing had disappeared.

Everything was going against him, and he knew what was going on in his heart.

He was afraid and doubting himself.

Before this, Laker was not afraid of any difficulty. He believed that no matter how difficult it was, as long as he did it, nothing could stop him.

This was the confidence he had accumulated through success after success. It was also the momentum he had gathered.

But all of this was destroyed by Negri's powerful arrival.

To be precise, Negri had become an indelible shadow in his heart.

Laker knew very well that this was because he was comparing himself with Negri.

The first time he knew about Negri was after he joined the Kristalli Pantheon.

The God King Mibar told him the secret of the origin. He quickly began to build his path, striving to reach a higher position.

As for the origin, Negri, he did not look down on him. But he did not seriously think that he would lose either.

This was the unique arrogance of the people of the higher worlds.

Negri was just a barbarian in the barren world outside.

There were no heroes outside the realm, so Negri could build his path. This was what Laker thought at the time.

Even though it was difficult to break through the origin and become an ancient god, it did not affect Laker. After all, there were precedents in the Abyss world.

If others could do it, I, Laker, can do it too. If others can't, I, Laker, can do it.

This almost blind confidence was not necessarily wrong. It was this confidence that allowed him to stand out from the ranks of the ordinary people in this world.

However, confidence required matching talent and will. When the other two could not keep up, this confidence would often cause negative effects.

Laker greatly underestimated Negri and overestimated his own will. Before this, he had always treated Negri as an imaginary enemy.

When Negri appeared, although they were no longer mortal enemies, he could not help but compare.

This comparison gradually cast a shadow on him. It was a clear fact that he was not as good as Negri.

He could not accept it. He could not bear it.

Laker knew that he could not compete with Negri, who was almost considered to be a wanderer internally, but he did not want to give up.

"I won't lose, Negri!" Lake was almost roaring. After his divine power surged, he gradually calmed down.

"Send people to the Gloom and seize the Fate Slate at all costs." Laker waved his hand and summoned his Saint, asking him to bring people down to the Lower Realm to gather believers and snatch the Fate Slate.

It was not the worst-case scenario yet. As long as he obtained the Fate Slate, he would have the confidence to condense his path.

Under such circumstances, the Kristallnacht Divine System would definitely protect him. This was the foundation of the Divine System, and only then would he succeed in achieving his path would he be able to take full control of the situation.

"But can I really do it?" A strand of thought flashed through his mind uncontrollably, and then it was completely extinguished.

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Negri carried his bow and arrows and followed the people of the Grand Library to walk in the Gloom. After changing his profession to a magic archer, the Hunter's spells had also increased. He added light vision to himself and locked on to his prey. He kept rubbing his hands.

Strictly speaking, he was a clone that was eroded by the information of the spider Negri. The main reason was that the original owner could not bear the pain of the evil power after the fall of the gods.

When Negri came, he gladly accepted it. Now the consciousness of the original owner had already reincarnated into another world. However, according to Negri's prediction, he was still a waste.

"There's movement!" The warrior walking in front suddenly raised his hand and signaled the others to get ready for battle.

Now the Gloom was full of many forces, including the God of Power, the Grand Library, the other people of the Multitude Organization, the God of Aristocracy Laker, Negri, and the local forces of the Gloom.

The goal of each organization was that Fate Slate, or in other words, their goal now was Muro, who had the Fate Slate.

This guy stayed in the Gloom all year round and was very familiar with the intricate tunnels here. At first, he even popped out to buy some information from some information merchants in the Gloom. As a result, he was found by the people of the God of Aristocracy when he just popped out, and they attacked without any hesitation.

No one knew where the news came from, but the news that Muro was connected to the Fate Slate was already known to everyone. The people who originally commissioned him to make pants wanted to raise their glasses and sing to celebrate that this damned scourge of dwarves was finally going to die this time.

On the surface, there were more than seven or eight forces of gods looking for him.

Because in the Divine Abyss world, there was a precedent of someone using a fragment of the Fate Slate to become an ancient god. Therefore, anyone who had even a little bit of interest in the ancient gods would want to secretly collect such a fragment of the Fate Slate.

After the people of the Grand Library arrived at the Gloom through the portal of the Grand Library, they could only find Muro on foot.

After that guy knew that he had become the wanted target of the entire Gloom, he kept running and gradually went deeper into the depths of the Gloom.

It was not safe here. There was too much rubbish in the depths of the Gloom. All kinds of useful and useless things were thrown in, causing a large number of deformed things to breed inside.

Even the Abominations that the gods found difficult to deal with were driven into the Gloom by them. In addition, the instinctive hatred of the underground races towards the races on the surface, as well as the thieves and robbers that were very characteristic of the Gloom.

Therefore, one must be careful when walking in the Gloom.

"We've met the main character!" A clear voice came from afar.

Then, the people who were ready immediately rushed forward. Another gloomy voice also sounded in Negri's mind, "Prepare a strong mark, we must not let him escape!"

Negri grabbed his bow and arrows. There were no arrows on his back. He pulled the bowstring and began to extract magic from the magic net to form spells.

The core skill of the Magic Archer was the Hunter's Mark from the beginning. Using the mark to mark the opponent, he would guide the shot of the magic arrow.

A powerful Magic Archer was an extremely accurate cannon, while some unskilled Magic Archers didn't pay attention to markings, causing their magic arrows to miss their targets, and they couldn't focus on casting spells, so their spells weren't good either.

Therefore, most people's impression of Magic Archers was that they were neither Wizards nor Archers.

When the short and stout figure jumped out, Negri loosened the bowstring in his hand. A light flew out and accurately landed on Muro.

Then, the people saw the Magic Archer with full firepower.

Countless rays of light turned into arrows and shot out like a storm. No matter how Murrow's short body tried to dodge, he couldn't escape the pursuit of the arrows at all. The powerful Magic Shield that was propped up by the tools only lasted for three seconds before it died under the effects of the magic arrows.

The armor that he had personally made also quickly became tattered.

Muro had no choice but to use the item and use the Purification Spell to purify the mark on his body.

However, the mark was like a part of his body and could not be removed at all.

Then, Muro watched in despair as a magic arrow flew towards him, passed through his cheek, and hit the person behind him.