omniscient god

On the first and second nights, He Le insisted on sleeping on the floor, but He Shisan stayed up on an empty bed every day to squeeze together with him.On the third night, he offered to compromise.

I'm already asleep anyway, do you care where you sleep?

Thirteen was injured by the power of the ruling and still needs to recuperate.The mechanical clan stood still, and the joint army was temporarily unable to find the location of the mechanical field.Thirteen doesn't take the initiative to go out to make troubles. He Le is leisurely and contented in his daily life - except for back pain and butt pain.

The events that happened one after another were overwhelming. At this moment, he finally got a moment to relax.

On weekdays, He Le was responsible for changing the bandages for Shisan Shang, and practiced swords in the square outside the tower after finishing the work.

Thirteen gave He Le the high-level authority within the field, and he can freely enter and exit anywhere.

"Take a tour casually, ask Ah Cha if you have any questions, it can be your tour guide." Thirteen said with a smile.

Daily cooking and cleaning are taken care of by housework puppets, so He Le doesn't need to worry about it.

Watching the little puppet squeak and turn the sprocket and quickly take away the empty plates on the dining table, He Le stretched his waist and went out for morning exercises.

His Red Moon Sword was broken in the fight with Shisan, and He Le forcibly tore off the magic crystal when he fell into the air.The old man who had been with him for a long time retired sadly, and He Le could only take out the bronze sword that Ofir had given him.

First of all, Wuqianxia swung his sword.

He Le memorized Miranda's training courses by heart.

At first, he hated such mindless and boring exercises, but as time passed, he became more and more aware of Miranda's intentions.

He Le has no foundation in swordsmanship, and the battle is all based on intuition. Relying on Element's love for him, he successfully overcomes one difficulty after another.

He will no longer be able to control the elements, unable to exert the full power of the elements, wasting his talents for no reason.

The so-called Maxima often exists, but bole does not often exist.He Le is playing the role of Bo Le, solidifying his own foundation, being good at using the chess pieces in his hands, and bringing out their strongest strength, only the king can be considered a good king.

Thirteen sat on a bench in the central square, admiring He Le sweating profusely.Seeing that he still had the shabby copper sword, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Why do you keep that thing?"

"At any rate, you gave it to me at the beginning. I thought we would turn against each other. Can I keep it as Ofir's relic?"

"You really like Ofir more!" Thirteen began to panic again.

"..." He Le didn't bother to answer him.

"You can throw away that broken sword, and now we are reconciled as before." Thirteen gave up asking the answer directly, and instead said tactfully.

"...I don't want it." He Le refused.

"Are you actually a nostalgic person?" Thirteen said to himself, "I will never leave you again, so you can't leave me either, otherwise..."

What else?He Le didn't ask, because he knew that Shisan would definitely tell the answer by himself.

"I'll imprison you," he exclaimed cheerfully. "Well, that's a good idea."

... There is still a long way to go to cure this guy's disease.He Le also sighed.

He Le has nothing to do with Shisan, who is in love with the talker, so he just immerses himself in practicing hard, puts aside his emotions and desires, and ignores him.

At first he searched for Thirteen, not only for an answer to the truth, but also because only Thirteen could send him back to his original world.

Judging from the previous conversation in the abandoned church in Hadfield City, Thirteen must have some special purpose for keeping him by his side.

Now that things have happened, He Le knows that Shisan cannot explain everything straightforwardly, and he will wait until the day Shisan is willing to tell him.

The arrival of that day may be a little later, He Le doesn't mind waiting a little longer for this person.

Thirteen will definitely not let him go now... After all, he just made a dangerous statement just now.

Although the tone was relaxed and joking, He Le didn't think it was an ordinary greeting.

Thirteen kept his word and never broke his promise.

It is undeniable that He Le cares about Shisan, he clearly understands this feeling.If you let it go and avoid it selfishly, that's not in line with He Le's character. He always likes to think about things in a better way.Even if this responsibility was imposed on him by Thirteen, He Le is still willing to carry his darkness forward.

The future must be better than today - there is no such thing.

But how do you know if you don’t experience it?So he worked hard day after day.

At least wait for everything to come to an end before asking Shisan to go home and take a look.

...Speaking of which, what kind of affection does Thirteen have for him?

The thirteenth meeting kept talking about love to him, and he was always in those tender eyes.His actions always reveal a feeling of suspected admiration but not complete admiration.

Is it really belief in God?

He Le still doesn't want to accept this reality. He would rather Shisan treat him as an ordinary person and like him ordinary.

If it is true, it would be too distorted...

He couldn't help but let out a long sigh, his head hurting.

After thinking about it in this way, the boring practice of swinging the sword five thousand times flew by in a hurry. He Le wiped his sweat and took the towel and warm water from Shisan.

"Thanks for your hard work." He smiled all over his face, his eyes followed the sweat dripping down the back of He Le's neck, and fell into his white shirt.

"Thank you." He Le drank the water slowly and sat down on the bench to rest.

Next up, elemental control exercises.

In order to achieve the promise of protecting Thirteen, don't neglect, let's redouble our efforts.

Peaceful daily life is always so short.

As Thirteen's injuries healed, a new round of turmoil was brewing on the unknown side.

Central tower, No.80 nine-story control room.

Thirteen stood among the complex mechanical instruments, talking to a vague shadow.

"Are you ready?" Sombra asked him, "The agreed day of execution is coming, and the jihad is about to enter its climax."

Thirteen replied: "I will definitely not take on heavy responsibilities. Playing games with you is the most outstanding chess game I have ever planned in my life."

Soi Ying's voice was unhurried, mature and steady: "I'll wait and see."

"We will meet again soon..." Thirteen chuckled twice, "I will trample your proud and humble head under my feet in a short time, and make you admit your mistakes like a bereaved dog."

"I'm not wrong." Soi Ying said firmly, "If you exaggerate like this, be careful to catch fire like Hong Yue."

"Boring, he's an idiot, I'm different from him." Thirteen shrugged, "I just want to gouge out your eyeballs, why do you always covet things that shouldn't be near you."

"It seems that I shouldn't have shot him at that time." Soi Ying said, "If you let him stay here, you will definitely go crazy."

"Correction." Thirteen was indifferent to his threat, "It's not you who let him stay there, but I who let him stay there, understand?"

"My own guy." Sombra commented.

The boring debate ended here, but Shisan just smiled and ignored it.He interrupted the connection of the shadow, and climbed the spiral steps to the top of the central tower.

There is a gorgeous throne here, and countless meridian-like thread sources are spread over the ground like spider webs, and finally gather under this throne.

Thirteen took out a birdcage-sized crystal bottle from the interspatial ring and took a closer look. It was the thing given to him by the member of the Celestial Clan, Wei Erge. The bottle was filled with jumping and flickering soul fire.

A golden ashlar floated in the palm of Thirteen, it rotated and gradually rose.Thirteen unscrewed the bottle cap, and the fire of the soul turned into a liquid streamer of elements, which was absorbed by Fang Shi.

After all the fire of the soul is consumed, the spider web-like lines begin to shine, they are like greedy giant babies, this little element is far from enough to fill its huge stomach.

"This really isn't enough." Thirteen said to the throne, "But as long as he's around..."

He raised the corners of his mouth, and his intoxicated look made the normally gentle him completely lose his composure.

Thirteen sat sideways on the armrest, stroked the throne, and immersed himself in the eternal dream.

—— "Let me cultivate it myself, and then pick that delicate greenhouse flower myself."

His mad voice echoed from the top of the tower.

When he woke up from his sweet dream, Thirteen resolutely pushed open the door on the No.90 floor of the tower.

The false wind blew his white clothes and messed his black hair. He blew his whistle to call for Ah-cha, who was soaring above the domain, to give it orders.

"it is good--"

After finishing everything, Thirteen returned to the central control room, and the iron door closed behind him.

"It's time to set off with our savior His Royal Highness."

He tidied up the corners of his clothes, combed his hair, and took a step forward, desperately heading towards the long-awaited ending.

On the other side, He Le was practicing hard.

In the morning, we will complete the basic part, and in the afternoon, we will practice in actual combat. Today's opponent is Mia.

During this period of time, the twin maids often served as his sparring partner. The white-haired Mir was good at light magic, and his arms would transform into blades during battle, which reminded He Le of Harrison's fighting style.The black-haired Mia is good at dark magic, and her arms can also be transformed into sword blades.

According to Thirteen, these two mechanical twins, who are quiet and talk little, seem to be able to fit together, and that is their final fighting form.

The actual combat drill hadn't started yet, but was interrupted by Thirteen.

He came out from the central tower, dressed in white and elegant.

"Honey!" He waved to He Le, "Let's go to the dwarf kingdom!"

"Huh?" He Le held up the bronze sword, not knowing why.

Thirteen glanced at the sword in disgust, cleared his throat and explained: "My second son was captured by the dwarf councilor and reduced to a tragic research object." He said distressedly, "We must rescue him as soon as possible, God knows Ka Will Syl replenish his energy, my poor child, he must be hungry and clothed..."

For the mechanical black dragon numbered CNS02, He Le reluctantly accepts the saying "not enough to eat", but what the hell is "not warm enough to wear"?

"It's just an exaggerated expression." Thirteen said righteously, "What pair of parents can endure their children being captured by the enemy?!"

"Okay." He Le understood, put down the copper sword, and prepared to go back to the room to pack his luggage.

"I knew the child's mother would soften her heart." Shisan followed behind him, chattering endlessly.

"That's enough, just shut up..."

Thirteen hadn't given up on letting him be his mother, He Le had a headache and a stomach ache.