Twenty Sided Dice

Other saints have left this world, and the influence of divine power is also declining. All this, Siegel felt clearly. The rules represented by the priesthood are still there—the sun, the earth, nature, death, etc.—but they are no longer supported by the divine fire.

Except for the magic gods, all priests' divine power is disappearing, and the effects that rely on divine power to maintain are also dying. Soon these priests will find that their words are not as moving as they used to be, their divine powers cannot heal even scratches, they can no longer maintain the dazzling image of the temple, and in fact they will soon be unable to create even light.

The only thing that has been strengthened is the beast, and the wild age has come again. Intelligent races rely on their own strength to make totems, and since then various gods have become helpers for civilization to defeat the wild. When the gods withdrew, the terrifying creatures that had been suppressed for a long time once again had room to move.

Siegel had begun to hear prayers that were not addressed to the magical gods, most beginning with "God, why is this?" God is gone, but the rules are not, which makes Siegel really understand the relationship between the rules and God. Even if there is no elf god, elves will exist, because the power of existence itself is far greater than that of gods, so the creation **** and other gods are not the same concept at all.

"A magic **** who has not even completed the fusion of divine fire has become the only true **** in the world?" Siegel could feel that his divine fire had become vigorous, although it was far from being able to form a new fork. But it is strengthening after all. Each divine fire represents prayer, faith, and identification, far beyond mere power.

In order to better take on this responsibility, Siegel concentrated on doing things one by one, first of all, to repair the cage of the shadow of the dead.

The first thing he freed up his hand was to let the Star Cable deliver the Myr energy nucleus. It is completely impossible to repair the magic circle without loopholes in a short time. Siegel has neither enough ability nor so much time. What he has to do now is to rely on "brute force" to block the shadow of the dead. If an array of tranquility can't make them quiet, then use five, ten, one hundred! Myr's energy core will be suppressed with the greatest strength, even if the shadow of the dead knows that everything in front of him is fake, he can only, must and always see the fake.

Doing so will eventually be broken through by the shadow of the dead spirit. After all, the other party can keep trying until a loophole is found. Siegel does not seek perfection now, as long as he can withstand it first, he will achieve his goal.

When the magic circle began to take shape, he immediately left there and came to the Dice Cup Prison.

His clone was still lying motionless on the ground, his body curled up, and the bruised wound had solidified with dust. Siegel tapped his finger, and under the influence of divine power, the clone regained its vitality. He took a deep breath, expanding and contracting his lungs as greedily as a drowning man could breathe again. After the energy began to circulate again, the clone regained its perception of the outside world, and hurriedly stood up and knelt on the ground.

He scratched his throat with his fingers and vomited forcefully, while Siegel waited patiently. After a while, a chubby thing fell out of his throat, but after wiping it clean, it was found to be an old ten-sided dice.

"When I was studying the barrier, this dice suddenly appeared in front of me and went directly into my mouth." The clone said: "I heard the person say, hide it, don't be found, all dice are destined to be To be together! If you are lucky, you will understand everything!"

"Then I contacted the main body, but found that it was very difficult to transmit information, and there were very obvious obstacles to communication. So I knew it was wrong, and after swallowing the dice, I used all my strength to cover up its existence. Within a few minutes, the Holy One's sneak attack came."

Siegel took the ten-sided dice, he felt his twenty-sided dice heated up like a stove, and he had no idea why. In fact, the only one who understood what was going on was gone.

Although he hasn't seen the body yet, he already has this hunch. Thanks to being a god, there is no one imprisoned who is more alert. Turner of the ten-sided dice is far more capable of analyzing human nature and situations than Siegel of the twenty-sided dice.

Siegel made the clone bend down and put his hands on it. A flash of light flashed, and all the knowledge and research of the clone was transferred into the body, including the knowledge of the known barriers. The gods were gone, and nothing could stop Siegel. So he raised his fist and slammed into the barrier.

A ripple spread out from the punch point in all directions, trying to ease the elemental impact brought by the magic god. Siegel didn't stop his hand, but slammed it with punch after punch. He didn't want to use spells, he didn't want to use precise methods to clear the layers of fog, and after finding the key nodes, carefully dismantling them, he didn't have the patience at all. Now he just wants to use brute force to open this place, what's the reason for him!

Every punch is like a surge of elements, and all the rules that make up the barrier are shaking. The ripples became denser and denser, and gradually became a chaotic wave. Waves and waves are superimposed, and after the power is raised layer by layer, it finally exceeds the limit of the barrier.

After a loud bang, the whole earth seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, and countless rocks and soil were thrown into the sky, and the earthquake lasted for more than ten minutes. Siegel made a hole in the barrier that would never heal and flew in. He had no other purpose than to make a decent grave for Turner.

The magic circle that once misled him could no longer stop him, and the mist shrouded in the prison was also blown away in the explosion. Siegel quickly found where Turner died. There was blood and intricate footprints on the ground, but there was no Turner's body.

Siegel could still smell the remnants of divine power in the air: elves, dwarves, hunts by the Earthmother, trials by the Dawn Lord. When they assembled, Turner had no way to resist, and death should be an instant thing.

There is no trace of fighting here, which also illustrates this point from one side. Although the footprints here are messy, each of them is very light, not the kind of hard stamping on the ground in battle. What are they doing wandering around here?

There is a spell called Yesterday's Illusion. Neither the Mage Association nor the Federation has this spell, but the Elf Art Institute does. Its original purpose was to help the old elves recall events from the past, but Siegel can use it to do what the elves can't: retrace the entire event.

With the help of blood on the ground, Siegel tried his best to condense the power of time rules, and Siegel used yesterday's illusion spell to reproduce the history of this place. All that can appear are clips, blurry and no sound. But with keen insight and precise lip-reading, Siegel managed to piece together some facts.

Turner knew that the gods were going to attack him, and this time he didn't even have a chance to escape. The purpose of the gods is only one, and that is ten-sided dice, and Turner will never let the gods succeed. Through the power of balance of the ten-sided dice, he knew this when the Magic God was born, and he also got the news when the prophetic priesthood left. The priesthood of prophecy limited him the most, and the action of absorbing the New World back then was to break the rule of the power of prophecy.

He couldn't leave the Dice Cup prison by himself, but he still had a way to send the Dice out. This prison can only imprison him, but in order to allow the dice to stabilize the wall of the storm, it has opened up some of his abilities. After studying these passages for a long time, Turner found some points that could be used, and before the saint of the gods arrived, he handed the dice to the saint of Siegel outside.

"It's a pity that time can't come back, and everything can only pass." After doing all this, Turner sat quietly in the middle of the prison, using all his power and forging a dice. It has the exact same aura as a real ten-sided dice, and also emits a white light that counteracts the damage of the Storm Wall. But it uses Turner's vitality, which lasts only a few days, and then becomes waste.

Turner was exhausted and could not resist when the saint came. The bow and arrow of the **** of the hunt pierced his heart, and death was quick and painless.

Then the gods found the fake dice and were immersed in the joy of victory. In order to better study the dice, they also took Turner's body. Now Siegel couldn't help making a grave for him, because there was nothing to bury.

"You killed a lot of people~www.novelmt.com~ also saved a lot of people, and in the end the person you saved killed you." Siegel looked at the dice in his hand and stood in tears in front of Turner's last blood. "I know that if time comes again, you will still help us dice holders, and you will still make the same choice. I just want to know if you are willing to continue to help people in this world? Those gods are just deserters! Coward! Traitor! Robber! I don't want to be like them, and I won't be like them. I want to keep the world, because the shameful **** abandoned it, I don't; God left his humanity behind, and my flawed humanity wanted me to stay."

Siegel knew that Turner couldn't hear him, but he still said to himself: "Now, there is no **** against us in this world. There is no prophecy, no destiny, only mortals. I blocked all divine power, and also No attempt to influence the process with magic, only luck. Turner, please tell me, do you want to save the world?"

Siegel let go of his hand and let the ten-sided dice in his palm roll down. The scarred dice bounced in the blood, moved forward in the dust and dirt, and stopped in a pit in the most embarrassing situation. On the upside of the dice was the number ten, and it gleamed in Siegel's sight.

A large piece of information became knowledge and got into Siegel's dice. The twenty-sided dice got even hotter, and all the numbers were sparkling. (To be continued.)