Chapter 609
Ulysses's heart was filled with sorrow and joy. He had chased after that person, but he had to give up because of an unknown force's warning.
Who would have thought that the heavens would reincarnate, the pure land … Bah, who would the heavens spare!
Ulysses clicked on the post and saw that many people had gathered to chat under the post. From these onlookers, Ulysses roughly understood the cause of the matter.
The deeper reason had not been dug out, but at least someone had leaked out that Mu Luo was bound to a Fate Slate.
And it was said that this person was trapped in a place in the Underdark, and someone had even started a live broadcast.
Ulysses naturally could not miss such a delightful thing, so he rested a little and headed over there. He wanted to witness, and even kill this guy with his own hands.
As for the danger, it was no longer important. This was the worst thing in his life, and it felt worse than death.
On the other side, Mu Luo felt that he was really going to die.
He hovered between life and death, over and over again.
After that, between life and death, there was no epiphany or transformation of the state of mind. Instead, he began to shut himself off.
Magic could ensure the safety of his life, but it could not ensure the safety of his consciousness, and not many people cared about his consciousness.
Death was not a very good experience. The feeling of the soul and life being pulled away, and the consciousness entering the plane of death, was enough to drive ordinary people crazy.
Although Mu Luo had not completely entered the angle of death, he had died several times. This kind of thing that normal life could not experience was tearing apart his understanding.
A large amount of messy information poured into his soul and consciousness through the port of death.
He felt that if this continued, he was likely to die just like that.
And he found that although more and more people gathered, fewer and fewer people were fighting. No one could afford this kind of consumption. The previous consumption was also to stall for time, waiting for the arrival of the backup.
In the field, a priest of the God of Aristocracy drank a bottle of potion that shone with White Light. Then the white light seemed to shine from his body, and he seemed to have become a light man.
The pain made him involuntarily open his mouth, and the light shone from his cheeks. Then a beam of light came out from his mouth, and there was light shining from his eyes.
As the light retracted, the priest's entire person had become different. The originally simple white priest robe had golden patterns entrenched on it, and a kind of transcendental aura appeared on his body.
His old face became young and noble, and his black hair became translucent white.
It was so much so that people couldn't even look at him directly.
It wasn't until the divinity gradually converged that people slowly recovered.
Lake did not even look at Muro. Instead, he looked at the stone slab. With a wave of his hand, the stone slab flew towards him. No one dared to stop him, and no one could stop him.
The moment he descended, he became the master of everything here, dominating everything here.
The thread of fate was broken by Laker. Although Spider Negri was blessed by nature and had obtained a lot of advanced knowledge from the main body, he still could not resist a god.
Lake shook the slate in his hand, and a trace of anger flashed across his face. Cracks appeared on the slate, and then it completely shattered. The radiance of divinity flowed out from it.
It was very precious, but to Laker, it was an insult because it was not precious enough.
He reached out and grabbed Mu Luo. This fellow's mind had already started to have problems under the impact of life and death.
Previously, under the impact of God's arrival, he had even fainted.
Traces of blood flowed out of his skin. At this moment, Mu Luo's blood no longer belonged to Mu Luo. His master had become Laker.
Information in the blood was overflowing quickly.
The gray dwarf's bloodline, father and mother were traced back bit by bit. Finally, Laker tracked down Mu Luo's ancestor who had obtained the fate slate.
"Nice to meet you, my … challenger."
Using some information to pry open the angle of time and space, he formed a spiritual space that was detached from reality but also attached to it.
Negri was like a flame that filled the sky, and also like a huge galaxy. Something was shining there.
Laker only realized that he was just a flame, or rather, a star in the galaxy.
Perhaps the flame was bigger and the starlight shone a little, but to this existence, there was no difference.
Fear, uneasiness, panic, and even hatred. All kinds of emotions slowly reacted here until Laker forced himself to transform into the state of a god. He lowered his head and closed his eyes.
What appeared in front of her might only be an illusion brought by a little information, but the greatness of its nature far surpassed that of Negri.
Although he was a god, he only believed in gods.
In this great world, he was just borrowing the great mortals of this world.
This point had never been clearer at this moment.
Because if he continued to look directly at the flaming galaxy, he would eventually become one of them, a member of Negri.
Perhaps it was not the right word to use, but that was what Laker thought.
His greatness could only be him, not Negri.
Narrow-Minded and selfish, but true.
"From this point alone, you are qualified to achieve the path." Negri was sure of this point. No matter whether his path was broad or narrow, at least he needed to have perseverance. Only then would he be qualified to achieve the path.
If he was so easily infected by the path of others, then he would not have much talent in achieving the path.
Unless the other party was originally pursuing the path of progress, he would be immediately infected by Negri. In that case, if he wanted to achieve the path, then it was better to forget about it.
"You don't need to confirm my value, Your Highness Negri." Laker took two deep breaths before saying so. His path of domination had already been constructed to 99%, and the remaining bit could be completed at any time. He was not confident in only forming the path.
Laker restrained his emotions and said calmly, "Your Highness Negri deliberately left this message. Are you trying to fool someone like me who overestimates himself, or are you trying to get rid of me? Please tell me, Your Highness."
In his heart, however, he was thinking about Negri's purpose.
If he was Negri, then he would definitely use the Fate Slate as bait to help him achieve the path, and then turn it into a god under his control.
Or he could directly pollute the other party's mind here, making it impossible for the other party to achieve the path, and then take the other party's path for his own use.
〖 I want to play a game with you 〗 this was Negary's voice, the message was clear and concise.
"Actually, you know that even if you obtain the Fate Slate fragment, you may not be able to achieve the path, because you have no confidence now.
"In the depths of your heart, I feel the shadow side of me.
"You are a proud person, but the shadow in your heart makes your pride restless!
"This emotion is pulling you into the abyss.
"Wan Xiang probably promised you something."
"If that's the case, let's play this game.
"That person is also a very proud existence. He will not allow himself to only stop you or subdue you this time. Even if Suen restrains him, even if there is danger here, he will definitely come down. His true target will only be me.
"Then it's time to prove yourself." With that, Negri disappeared.
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