Chapter 620
Not many people knew about the confrontation between Negri and Guerrigues.
Even Soul Derivation thought that Negri was finished at the beginning.
It was not until later when it sensed the abnormality of the progressive truth hidden under the Dominating Truth that it realized Negri's means.
This was not because Soul Derivation was too weak, but because it was in a half-asleep state and did not care about the operation of the huge soul information.
Otherwise, with all the operations of Soul Derivation under its management, there were not many things in this world that could hide from it.
The Abyss Multiverse, with the Underdark as the center, continued to collapse, and a large number of lives died in the process.
Even the Gods were affected by it.
Many gods, because of the large number of deaths of believers, the accumulated errors of faith broke out, and divine power was transformed into evil power, pulling them into the abyss.
In the face of this multiverse level disaster, even the gods seemed exceptionally small.
Of course, no matter how insignificant a life was, it still had a desire to live.
Ulysses was the same. As a legendary mage, he was just a slightly larger ant. In this disaster, he could die at any time.
It seemed that spatial spells could not be used. There were too many spatial fluctuations now, and the spell casting interference was too great. In this case, teleportation was suicide.
Anxiously, Ulysses clicked on his Weave account, looking for help from the Goddess of Magic or the Goddess of Wealth.
He had checked the Tian Tong platform before, and it was already full of orders, including the express delivery companies opened by other gods related to the divine space, such as Circle Tong and Shun Shui, were all full.
A place to leave the Main Material Plane and go to the outer plane had been sold at a sky-high price, but such a place could not be found.
As the news of the rapid collapse of the Underdark spread, more and more people understood the danger of the matter, and the possibility of leaving the Main Material Plane decreased.
Even the few planes close to the Prime Material Plane had experienced a migration frenzy. No one could be sure how wide the scope of this disaster was.
Some people with the ability of prophecy and spirit vision wanted to find the source of this disaster and the scope of the impact. Their teachers and those with knowledge had not had time to stop them, and their heads exploded.
In the end, it was a God King who did not want to reveal the name of the god who sent down an oracle, that made things a little clearer.
The birth of a Creation God was a calamity that would affect more than half of the Divine Abyss Multiverse.
Soon after, someone revealed that the Divine King who had released the oracle was the Divine King of the Kristalli Pantheon, Mibaal. In an instant, Mibaal gained countless fans. This noble quality of doing good deeds without leaving his name behind caused countless people to become Mibaal's diehard fans. Regardless of whether they were men or women, they shouted that Mibaal wanted to bear his children and became his fanatics.
On the other side, Mibar smiled as he turned off his smurf account while presiding over the migration of the pantheons.
Regardless of the intelligence of the people, there were many people who did not have the ability to think for themselves.
So what if they knew the truth of this matter? They did not have the ability to stop it, nor did they have the ability to fight with him for those planes that had not been affected. As long as the smurf gave a little guidance, a large number of believers would emerge.
Bold Big Brother was a persona that Mibar had built up himself. Over the years, he had found a corresponding persona that could easily win the hearts of the people and was very efficient in gaining believers.
Even if they did not become his believers, they could still gain a certain amount of faith from them.
Later on, Mibaal was going to split the lottery into batches. The prize was a place to leave the Prime Material Plane and bring a few people with him. For mortals, this was extremely difficult to obtain, but for Mibaal, who was a Divine King, it was nothing.
He could predict that this rescue operation would receive a large amount of faith. With this amount of faith, moving to a new plane would allow him to better develop himself and his pantheon.
Of course, there might be some who did not win, but as long as the lottery continued, the benefits he would reap would outweigh the disadvantages.
Ulysses was starting to panic. Although legendary wizards were much stronger than most people, he was not that outstanding in the Prime Material Plane. Moreover, he had been spending extravagantly and could not extricate himself from that. As a result, he did not have much savings.
Countless places did not fall into his hands. He searched for countless ways, but the signs of the collapse of the plane in the outside world were becoming more and more obvious. It was only a matter of time before the vast Prime Material Plane sank.
Ulysses searched through the platforms one by one to see if he could find a glimmer of hope.
There were many people like Ulysses. Only when people were powerless would they be particularly devout in their faith and pin their hopes on the gods.
"My apologies, your faith level is that of a shallow believer. Rest assured, the Karada pantheon will not give up on any of its believers. We will arrange for your evacuation as soon as possible. Your current party number is * * * * * * *," the staff of the pantheon replied.
Ulysses was no longer in the mood to look at the string of numbers.
Based on the speed of the evacuation, when it was his turn, he would have been dead along with the Prime Material Plane for a few years.
However, he could not blame them. When the gods retreated, they would naturally first consider those devout believers. People only cared about shallow believers like him because he was a legendary wizard.
Ulysses, who was in despair, placed his hopes on the Divine King Mibaal's lottery.
With his intellect, he naturally knew that the Divine King was not as generous as the rumors said. However, this lottery was Ulysses' last hope.
As the names crossed one by one, Ulysses no longer felt despair. There were billions of people drawing the lottery. In terms of probability, it was impossible for him to win.
Although he knew that the Divine King Mibaal would definitely manipulate the lottery, the people who were drawn were all valuable people.
However, there were many legends among the people who were drawn, so he had no chance.
Moreover, so what if he was drawn? He was not alone.
Ulysses did not look at the rest of the lottery. He pushed open the door to his basement and saw a petite figure sitting on a tall chair, shaking her delicate legs.
Mu Luo seemed to have heard the sound of Ulysses coming in. Mu Luo's gaze moved out of the projection that only she could see and looked at this person with a complicated expression.
Ulysses did the same. His gaze was exceptionally complicated.
Perhaps he had only wanted revenge at first, but as time went on and they interacted day by day, certain emotions were unknowingly born.
Now, Ulysses could not leave this woman that he had created with his own hands.
He had always concealed these emotions and maintained his previous hostile behavior when they interacted. However, today, he had let go of the problem of pride.
He walked over and gently picked up Mu Luo. She struggled, but her strength was not strong.
"I'm sorry, I don't have the ability to take you away from here." Ulysses revealed his true feelings. He hugged Mu Luo and said many things until Mu Luo said with a complicated expression, "I won the lottery from the Divine King Mibaal."
Ulysses' body stiffened, then he smiled. "That's good. You can go. Don't worry about me. I've lived long enough."
Mu Luo looked at Ulysses and jumped out of his arms. She went to pack her things, then curled her lips.
"You can bring your family!"
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