Arad's crooked savior

"Power, emperor, what's so good about it? Everyone is pursuing it like a demon."

The complaint came from the little witch. She was doing the manual work of sewing the doll while watching Tana's questioning of Sulenian's past history, which had reached the final stage.

The Liyun Chamber of Commerce and the Huitong Public Bureau have strong ambitions to rule the divine world, publicize and control power, and become the pinnacle above mortals, but they can never avoid the three hermits and the God of Mist.

No matter how much wealth, subordinates, territory they have in the God Realm, even if they control the underlying order, they will turn into mantis arms blocking the car in front of the Hermit Realm, as fragile as a crown folded with white paper, just pour some water on it and it will Be able to show your true colors.

"Of course a brat who hasn't gone to school wouldn't know." Yuena raised her finger and knocked Yimiwu's brains out, then she was stunned for a moment and looked at the eldest lady who was born in a noble family. Let me tell you.

"Yellow-faced woman! Didn't you never go to school?" The little witch almost roared, then picked up the puppet needle and stabbed Yuena with her backhand.

Siatt picked up a puppet made of cotton, white cloth, and needlework, and said metaphorically: "Just like you can use puppetry to manipulate others, this is actually part of the concept of power. Seeing that they cannot disobey their orders, Just do whatever you want, don’t you feel happy?”

"Power is a desire to dominate others. It fascinates everyone in the world. It is one of the original sins that Prana masters. It may be a more abstract and powerful concept." Mo Mei also followed suit. topic, mention a statement that I have read in a psychology book.

A large part of the reason why some parents beat and scold their children harshly is because these parents are at the bottom of society and cannot obtain the psychological pleasure of dominating others.

And your own children are the only ones who can control and vent your emotions at will.

In this way, he can obtain the almost morbid, twisted, and weak pleasure of mastering power.

Yimi Wu stared at the puppet in Fat Lao's hand, puffed up his cheeks, and muttered: "If the puppet I made myself is touched by others before the ceremony is held, it will lose its original effect."

The puppet in Fat Lao's hand is no longer usable, so it was in vain.

"Ah? I'm sorry." Siatt knew that the little witch's lineage had always had strange abilities, and had its own set of knowledge about curses and cause and effect.

Her "luck" touching the doll may not necessarily be a good thing for the little witch, so her respective professional fields must be respected and understood.

Out of the blue, Xiaoyu came over and complained, "So, Yimiwu, are you widowed?"

Dolls are also "dolls".

Tana has almost sorted out the whole story. Under the premise that the hermit cannot be overcome in any case and the hermit opposes the new system, the Liyun Chamber of Commerce and the Huitong Public Bureau can only choose the last way, kill the hermit or obtain Comparable to the power of the Hermit.

This choice occurred after the hermit refused. About a hundred years ago, the two major forces slowly and firmly grew dissatisfaction with the three hermits, but were forced to stagnate because they never mastered the method of breakthrough and transcendence.

It happened that more than ten years ago, the battle between air and sea broke out, which gave everyone in the Blue Eagle Pirates a nightmare. The power of monsters began to slowly penetrate into the divine world, blending with ambition. Only then did the stagnant desires rekindle and ignite the divine world. flame.

At the same time, during this period, the mentality of Liyun Chamber of Commerce and Huitong Public Bureau has gradually become distorted. Their thoughts are no longer about breaking through the hermit realm, but about possessing power comparable to the hermit realm.

The two seem to be the same, but there are huge differences.

They accidentally found Prana's lost mirror and completed several conversations with it, gaining some valuable information.

Tana looked at Sulenian, whose eyes had lost their luster again, and asked: "Vanista, how much do you know about this organization? Time of birth, members, number of people, philosophy."

Sulenian sat back on his boss's chair and brewed a pot of Zion black tea. He didn't realize that he had died in real history. He still enjoyed life instinctively. He took a sip of tea and said:

"No one knows the specific birth time. Just like whether the birth of the Eye of Mist was the moment when the name was established or the moment when the group of scholars gathered together, there are different opinions and disputes, but Vanista should roughly be in Wuyun Around the night.”

The birth of the Eye of Mist came from a group of scholars' research on fog. As the research continued, the scholars became more and more shocked by the power of the God of Mist and grateful for her selfless dedication. Over time, some scholars became believers who piously praised the God of Mist. .

Cloudless Night... Tana tapped Yingbai's chin gently. This was a very important clue. Many famous events in the God Realm can be implicated in Cloudless Night.

That huge disaster that could be written into textbooks seemed to have quietly had some unknown impact on the divine world.

"I don't have a list of specific members. We all used false identities to attend the party. One of the rules is that no prying eyes are allowed. However, over time, we were able to identify the true identities of some people based on their characteristics."

"Lopez from Eye of Mist, President Luck, Armusto from Beast Fang Judgment, Gear Workshop..."

A series of names were spoken, and each one was a famous figure in the God Realm. Tana's eyelids twitched slightly. Some of them were deeply respected by the people of the God Realm for their apparent identities, such as the deceased scholar Amus. Trust.

Is it a tradition for you to have "inner ghosts" in the God Realm... Tana complained silently.

Regarding the specific number of people and the concept, Sulenian could not answer the former, but the latter was basically the same as what Largo said.

Destroy the prosperity of the God Realm, destroy all existing order, and bury the three golden ages created by the hermit.

Destroy the fog god as well, the God Realm does not need the fog god.

Tana continued to conduct a series of detailed and meticulous inquiries on Vanista, Huitong, Liyun, and the monster. After confirming that no more useful information could be obtained, she waved her hand and dispersed the power of time.

The time rune lit up with a beautiful light like flowing water, and the power of retrospection disappeared in an instant. The base of Huitong Public Bureau began to "fast forward" the image and turned into a ruin with exposed steel bars and concrete again. People who tried their luck were still walking through the broken walls and looking for possible wealth.

Sulenian, who was drinking tea with an enjoyable attitude, disappeared in the memory of the God Realm as if erased by an eraser. Only a very few people still remembered him.

It is easy to pay a huge price to use the power of the God Realm recklessly.

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“Before summarizing and organizing the information, there is one more thing to deal with.” Tana left the ruins and returned to the renovated grocery store.

“The Endless Power has appeared twice.”

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Demon Realm, Ancient Library.

Mage scholar Ichi hummed the nursery rhyme she wrote herself, wearing goggles on her nose, and hammered at a super cool mage machine with a wrench and a hammer.

Director Monica’s four human-shaped Familiars ran around to help Ichi pass materials or screw in screws. After making sure that they were done this morning, they ran together to drink iced cola.

“Hey yo~ Hey yo~ Hey yo~ Hey yo~”

“Stingy cat, big snowman, burning pumpkin, glowing bug~”

“Don’t be afraid of good friends on the beautiful machine, let’s go on an adventure together.”

Ichi took off her goggles and looked at her work MK-VII with great satisfaction. It was already the masterpiece of the seventh generation, and this time she would definitely be able to defeat the dazzling pattern master Niwu.

She is very confident!

In the silence, the invincible beautiful girl who had been wandering outside because of her official identity and activity permit, secretly appeared in a room in the ancient library.

There was a large work table full of magic parts in the room. Bubble, who had beautiful warm yellow hair, thick eyelashes and a pretty face, was crossing her legs on the table, holding one of the 20 million books in the ancient library.

From the completely unopened books and her bored expression, it can be seen that Bubble was not reading at all, and her state was closer to daze.

Naiyali appeared behind Bubble, her soft arms passed through her uncombed hair, and she hugged her snow-white neck intimately, looking like a sister who had not seen her for a long time.

Then with a "pop~" sound, as if pulling out the wooden cork of a bottle of red wine, Bubble's head was directly pulled down.

The broken gap on the neck had no spine or blood vessels, but was composed of a variety of fantastic colors, a twisted spherical energy section, and after the head was pulled out, "bubbles" flowed out one after another.

"Bubbles, why did your endless power appear in the God Realm?" Naiyali held up Bubbles' head and looked directly at her, with an intimate and lovely smile.