Twenty Sided Dice

Even though the clone was sweating and exhausted, Siegel didn't act rashly. It's easy to deceive anything, it's the hardest to deceive yourself. Siegel is of course aware of his physical condition, knowing that more than half an hour of spellcasting will make him tired, but it does not mean that he has no ability to fight back.

Fortunately, no one else was coming to this place, otherwise Siegel would have been overwhelmed. The rainbow light wall isolates everything, and the power of the Myr energy core is not enough to penetrate through the entrance of the steam alone. Had it been supported by Myr's nucleus, the battle would have been over long ago. Judging from the fact that the clone can't use the Four Veins Divine Arrow, he should not be able to fully grasp the power of the element aggregate and the Myr energy core.

The gap in the situation is getting bigger and bigger, the clone is eager to attack, and his irritable mood makes him make consecutive mistakes. Siegel took the opportunity to remove the four layers of protection on his body, so the elemental spell can already damage his body.

The real Four Veined Divine Arrow emits rainbow-colored rays of light, constantly shooting towards the clone. Siegel launched a counterattack, but still reserved three points to deal with possible emergencies. He already has the advantage in hand, it's like there are four or five more pieces on the chessboard than the opponent. Now I can't be impatient. When forced to the limit, a person can often do very crazy things, not to mention the avatar for the purpose of killing?

Siegel was familiar with his elf's walking habits, and there were traces of how to dodge and move. He only needs to shoot at those positions with the greatest chance of appearing, and he will always hit once. The clone tried his best to change his habits and avoid the Four Veins Divine Arrows, but the unfamiliar movements made him more physically exhausted and made more mistakes.

These mistakes are deadly, especially in the hands of a knowledgeable adversary. The clone was finally hit in the thigh by the four-pulse arrow, and the limb was mutilated in the explosion. The outcome was already decided, and before the final blow of the avatar's dying struggle was used, Siegel hurriedly used more four-veined arrows to blow him to pieces.

After that, he had time to sigh with "guts".

From the very beginning, the plan to use the mortal enemy's clone mirror as a shield was a success, and Siegel only consumed about half of his strength to defeat "self", which fully shows the decisive role the hostages played in the battle. . Since he was fighting his own clone, Siegel inevitably thought of himself. If Liel takes Janet or Isaac as a shield. What will happen to yourself?

In terms of familiarity, the mortal enemy clone mirror is better, but it is said that Liel can predict the future. If you really want to fight, Liel will not be much more difficult to deal with Siegel than Siegel will deal with the clone. Could it be that Siegel will be turned into a corpse fragment?

Never let Lier touch his relatives, not anyone! Siegel felt he couldn't waste any more time, and the urgency made him hit the road immediately. Of course, such a good thing as the mortal enemy clone mirror must not be wasted, just put it in the space bag and talk about it.

Keep going. The road has become much smoother, but the surrounding elemental power is getting thinner and thinner. Soon, in addition to the elements that Siegel himself possesses, the surrounding area has become a dead magic zone, and he has returned to his original appearance. This meant that the wand was useless and only Stardust was able to protect Siegel.

But there is finally something other than rock and dirt here. Jewels of various colors and varieties, large and small, are inserted into the ground like seedlings, and it is impossible to shake or extract them. These hard things make walking difficult, and the dead magic zone can't fly. Siegel used elven steps to reduce the persecution of the gems on the soles of his feet, and passed through this area as quickly as possible.

After that is the destination of the trip. Thirty-six long boulders taller than pine trees stood up on the ground. Form a circle like a cage, trapping an old man in the center. He rubbed his thin body, only a dirty and torn gray wrap was wrapped around his waist; nails covered in black mud were constantly pulling at the white hair on his head. Due to not taking care of it for a long time, the white hair hangs down to the chest, tangled into one dead button after another, no matter how hard he tries, he can't comb it smoothly.

Siegel waved his hand in greeting from outside Stonehenge. He had a weird feeling, he seemed to be very familiar with the person behind the stone, and he couldn't help but approach and trust him as soon as he came up.

"Twenty Faces, it's you? I finally saw you. What's your name now?" The old man had cloudy eyes and wrinkled skin, and a pair of shriveled lips were etched by scars caused by dry cracks. He rubbed his hands together and looked at Siegel nervously, his tone full of expectation: "How are you doing? Are you okay?"

"I'm doing very well, thank you for your concern, my name is Siegel Squid." The mage wanted to get closer, but a gentle force from the stone pillar pushed him away easily, making it impossible to approach at all. "Didn't the green dragon tell you?"

"No. He has been out for a long time, and he has not come back. We can only rely on a telepathic conversation, and we have to be careful with the monitoring of the gods, there is not much to say. Your appearance is still what it described to me." The man's eyes There was a flash of sadness, and endless resentment. "Oh, I haven't seen my people in a long time, and I forgot to be polite. My name is Turner, and I don't have a surname for a long time, just Turner."

"Can you show me?" Siegel said.

"Be careful, not bad." Turner nodded, scratching from his hair for a moment, and pulled out a ten-sided die. The dice were made of a bone-like material, and were so worn that they almost became spherical. However, the numbers above are all shining, and the rays of light form substantial lines, entangled together and leaving the range of Stonehenge, rising into the sky, and disappearing at the end of the sky.

Turner's fingers flicked and the lines disappeared, but the numbers on the dice were still glowing. "Siegel, I'm your friend, your only true, de facto, forever friend. At the same time, I'm your brother, one of the few blood brothers left."

Siegel said nothing. He had too many questions to ask, too many doubts to answer, but he didn't know where to start. Turner seemed to know this, too, so he spoke up.

"All the dice come from the God of Creation, an artifact made by him. But it is not the creation God of this world or any world, but a God who has no works but has the ability to create the world. His existence time Very short, the only and most important thing is the few of us. This is not surprising, many races and creatures are created by gods, dwarves, halflings, orcs are not the same. It's just that this **** is too careless to take us Tossed into a world that is about to be destroyed."

"I don't know what he was thinking, maybe it was the fear of extinction that made him delirious. I was the only one who woke up, and the rest of you were just artifacts. My only mission, my only thought after I existed. It is to let all the brothers come alive, to be able to live in the world, to experience the joy of life and the joy of life. It just so happens that I have the innate ability, and the so-called most balanced is me.”

Siegel asked, "What do you mean by most balanced, is it your ability to roll the dice?"

"It is the meaning of the rules represented by the artifact." Turner said: "The so-called artifact is the materialized existence of the rules. I don't know how our father determines the ability based on numbers, but I know what my ability is. : Balance everything to form the most stable state. So I can stop the pace of the world-destroying storm, and let the destroyed and the surviving form an equilibrium, so as to buy time for you.”

"At that time, my mind was pure, I just wanted to save you, and I never wanted to be discovered by the gods in this world." Speaking of which, Turner gritted his teeth, waving his arms and jumping, his feet stepped on the ground one after another. pit. "Greedy guys, they want the power of the rules in the dice, they want to reach the heights of the creator gods! Even those race gods, elves, dwarves, gnomes and orcs, they want to learn how to create a race that belongs only to their own race. The paradise world! Bandits, liars, shameless scum!"

"Then how did you protect your dice?" After Siegel asked, he had already figured it out.

"My ability is to balance, to achieve a balance, and to form a compromise. The gods restrict each other. I can see the fetters between them, and then I can construct a big net to capture them all." Nahei smiled, mocking the gods. "They are trapped by their own oath, and in the end they can only observe, not influence and interfere. I used the strongest binding oath in the multiverse to build a protective net for us. This large net will filter the dice and the gods. Interact, they don't hear your prayers and you don't get their blessings and curses. But I don't think there are any real blessings, because real blessings never come with conditions that make you have to do this That's it! They are a bunch of swindlers, scumbags who deceive the world!"

It seems that Turner doesn't have a good temper when he mentions the gods~www.novelmt.com~, and a few scoldings have been regarded as a relatively mild attitude. Siegel waited for him to vent, then asked, "Do you know what rules the other dice represent? Why can't I light up the twenty-sided dice myself."

Turner let out a hey hey laughter, but then burst into tears, tears streaming from his cloudy eyes, and soon back into two small rivers. He wept bitterly, sobbing hard, and turned away from Siegel. Siegel didn't know why or how to comfort him. He could only keep persuading him to calm down. The sad thing—whatever it was—was over. Don't hurt your body because of it.

"Thank you for your concern, Twenty Sides." Turner grabbed the gravel on the ground and wiped his tears, then turned around and said. "I am a ten-sided dice, which represents the end of two-handed numbers. It is the core of general mathematical rules, the rule of balance, and the best defense. Eight-sided dice is a general rule, and it can easily break through the limitations of other rules, such as It is his specialty to let the demon use the angelic paladin's ability to slay evil. Twelve-sided dice are extreme destruction, violence, chaos and destruction. One-hundred-sided dice represent the ultimate, the pinnacle of a certain skill. "

Having said this, he looked at Siegel, "Twenty-sided dice..." (To be continued.)