The First Law God Black History Handbook

Thurander kept thinking in the silent room, thinking about the biggest difference between himself and the God of Inspiration, and thinking about the questions left for him by the other party.

Why did the god of inspiration fall.

He has powerful divine power, unparalleled creativity, the greatest favor of the Creator God, and the supreme status.

Who will kill him, why will he be killed, and what does this have to do with the "judge"?

"Your Excellency Fashen! Your Excellency Fashen!"

At the moment when Thrander was even more confused, a clear and energetic young voice reached his ears.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the door, only to see a tall and straight figure striding in from the outside, then his eyes swept around, and the moment he saw Thrander's figure, he immediately turned towards him come.

"Your Excellency Fashen!" He walked over with a smile, with uncontrollable joy and affection hidden in his eyes.

but……

Thrander watched helplessly as he bumped into some invisible barrier with a bang, and was forced to take two steps back.

Thrander narrowed his eyes, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

He couldn't tell what it felt like, anyway, it wasn't very comfortable, but it wasn't uncomfortable either.

After the kid whose head was hit was stunned, he stretched out his hand and poked in front of him speechlessly, "What is this?"

"A thing that you will never be able to break through." Yi Ermo came in from the door, his tone full of smiles, "I woke up quite early, why, miss your sweetheart?"

Legston smiled shyly, "I want to go in and see His Excellency Fashen."

"That's not allowed." Yi Ermo leaned against the door frame on the other side, "You also saw that he is retreating. This is his trial, a very important trial of becoming a god. If you disturb him, he will definitely would be very angry."

Thrander: "..." Lord God, is it really okay for you to talk so casually?

Legston looked at Thrander in some embarrassment. He opened and closed his mouth, closed and opened it again, and finally slowly rubbed against the barrier, put his hands on it, and said pitifully: "The God of Dharma Speak to me, sir. I found you with great difficulty."

Thurander: "..."

To be honest, Thrander didn't want to talk at this time, especially to this stranger who didn't know him at all.

But the other party also said that they will know each other in the future, and the other party is still pursuing him.

So it seems like he shouldn't be too hard on a loving child?

"Say... what?" Thrander's voice was a little hoarse, and his words were a little weird.

"What's the matter with you?" Legston immediately recognized Thrander's voice, and asked him quickly, "Are you uncomfortable in there? What's wrong with your voice? What kind of crap is this, I want to go in! "

He punched and kicked with teeth and claws, and there was an obvious worry on his face that couldn't be more obvious.

"I'm fine, don't kick any more." Thrander stopped him, his voice was much better this time, and his sentences became much more fluent.

"Why are you all right? Your voice was hoarse just now! Are you thirsty or tired?" He glanced around inside, and when he realized that there were dead objects such as stoves and stoves in addition to the cold materials and tools, his tone was With deep anger, "Why is there nothing in it? Nothing to eat, nothing to drink, nothing to use?"

Thrander was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't quite realize this.

Strange to say, Thurander is still a mortal, but he has been in this room for at least 800 years, and every moment he thinks and feels is how to make the "Judger", but so far there is no one. of physical discomfort.

Neither hungry nor thirsty.If he hadn't talked to Legston just now, he wouldn't even know that his language ability had degraded.

Legston also calmed down at this time, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the leisurely god beside him.

"What did you do to Your Excellency Fashen? Why did you trap him inside?"

Although the other party is a main god, to the ignorant and fearless young man, the deterrent effect of the other party is probably not as good as the angry eyes of his sweetheart.

Irmo lowered his head and smiled, "What can I do? I've said it's a trial. He's doing a mission inside." He looked at Legston with a curious tone, "Speaking of which, you Do you know why you can appear here?"

Legston frowned and didn't answer him.

Irmo didn't care about his rudeness, but just explained indifferently, "Erdos, the God of Darkness, is my friend. Like the God of Light, he has the power to manipulate the laws of heaven and earth. But there is one thing you may not understand. Clear. That is, even if they are as powerful as the God of Light or the God of Darkness, they must abide by the strongest law between heaven and earth."

There was a thump in Thrander's heart. He suddenly thought of something, but the thought was only triggered in an instant, and then slipped away in an instant. He had no time to grasp what the thought was.

So he stood up suddenly from his position.

Seeing Thrander standing up, Legston thought he was about to do something, and immediately called him, "Your Excellency, Fashen."

Thrander didn't seem to hear Legston's call, but stared straight at the God of Inspiration, waiting for his next words.

Irmo noticed Thrander's eagerness, and didn't make too much of a fuss, and said directly: "The strongest law between heaven and earth is balance. Whether it is the law of time, the law of space, or the law of light and darkness, their most fundamental existence The principle is balance."

"Just like the small space you are in, it has an independent time law running. But if I want to ensure its stability and operation, I must open up a corresponding time space in another place, and that time space, The flow of time is just the opposite of what you're in now."

"Time and space? Time flow?" Legston heard the main god's explanation, and immediately reacted to Thrander's situation, with horror in his eyes.

"As you can imagine, the room Thrander is staying in has a flow rate countless times faster than ours. That's why his voice is so weird and he looks dumb." Irmo laughed, "Look how cute he looks now."

"..." Thrander frowned when he heard their conversation.

"That is to say, we have spent an unknown amount of time inside while we are only a few words outside?" Legston's eyes dimmed, with deep pain and anger, "What kind of trial?" Is the practice so harsh? You just let him endure it alone?"

He questioned the god, and his heart was filled with shocking waves.

No wonder His Excellency Fashen took a long time to respond to every word, no wonder he almost couldn't even articulate when he first started speaking, no wonder his voice was so hoarse!

Thousands of double speeds, sitting alone in a quiet space, nothing, just sitting there alone, how tormenting he must be!

Legston fell into endless distress and self-blame, completely oblivious to Thrander's weird and complicated eyes and emotions inside.

"Actually, I didn't feel the passage of time at all. So Mr. Aruman, you don't need to be sad." Seeing that the other party really cared about this matter, Thrander explained to him, "And the Lord God is a liar. Yours, when you came in, he restored the flow of time here to normal."

Otherwise, how could they talk, you idiot.

Although he was a little speechless in his heart, Thrander still didn't feel disgusted by being so cared about by others.

"How is Sisi? Are you still awake?" Seeing that only this young man rushed over, Thrander couldn't help asking his student.

"He's in the winter hall." After Legston was brought to this space by Cecil Dill, he followed Thrand and the others.So he knew everything that had happened since Thrander's trial.

"Do you want to see him? I can bring him." Legston asked Thurander after thinking about it.

Thrander hesitated for a moment, then finally shook his head, "Forget it."

Firstly, the other party is not in danger, and secondly, he didn't take the initiative to come to him; in that case, it's fine if we don't see him.

After all, he hasn't fully accepted that his student has become the God of Darkness.

"Your Excellency Fashen..." Legston couldn't help saying, seeing the faint worry on Thrander's brow, "If possible, please don't bother about Cecil Dill anymore."

"Huh?" Thrander looked up at him.

"I come from 260 years later, and I know that you will suffer very heavy injuries for him." Legston looked at Thrander very seriously, "Maybe you think my request is unreasonable and rude, but I don't want you to get hurt again."

Now that he has come here and met His Excellency Fashen in the past, it is impossible for him to let the other party be hurt again without saying a word or doing a thing.

He must stop Cecil Dill.

"Little guy, you're just a saint." Irmo interjected, "Not even a warrior." He smiled softly, without contempt in his tone, just stating the facts.

"I don't care if it takes my life." Legston replied without hesitation.

Yi Ermo felt a little funny, "What if you can't stop it even if you sacrifice your life? Little thing, you must know that strength is the foundation of protecting your lover. If you don't have enough strength, you are just a burden here."

"I..." Legston wanted to say that he would work hard, but he looked up at Thrander's green eyes, and couldn't say these words for a while.

The whole space fell into dead silence for a while, and no one spoke again.

After about a few minutes, Legston suddenly raised his head and turned to look at Irmo, "I want to become a god."

Irmo and Thrander raised their eyebrows at the same time.

"You haven't even made a breakthrough as a martial god, and you still want to become a god?" Yiermo really laughed this time, the kind of laugh that he heard some joke, but there was no hint of sarcasm.

It's just the kind of smile that simply thinks this young man is very interesting.

"So, what method do you want to use to become a god?" Yiermo asked with great interest.

"You are the main god, you have a solution." He fixedly looked at Yiermo.

"Yes, I have. But why should I help you?" Irmo asked him back, "Besides, what you are asking for is power that can compete with the God of Darkness, not ordinary inferior gods, low-level gods, but the main god. .”

The main god is not like the inferior gods and low-level gods. Any main god can grant the godhead to inherit and become a god.

The main god must rely on his own strength and supreme luck, coupled with the approval of the godhead, to be able to succeed.

Among them, the recognition of the godhead is the most difficult and the easiest.

Why is it the most difficult, because there are only twelve Godheads in total.Only when the previous main god fell, the tester could obtain the godhead.As for the number of testers from ancient times to the present, Thrander is the only one who can truly awaken those sleeping godheads and obtain the key to the test.

——Even Cesidil, the inheritor of the God of Darkness, has not really been recognized by the godhead.

That's just Yiermo's casual help.

As for saying that it is the easiest, it is because once you get the qualification key of the main god's godhead, it is equivalent to becoming a god.

The main god godhead usually has to wait thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years, before finding a tester who almost meets his requirements. Such a selection method of one in ten million, how could they make the inheritor die or fail? ?

After all, the godhead is also lonely, right?

So Irmo knew from the very beginning that Thrander could become his successor, and would make the gods fear him.

Because of this time-space transition, an unknown force has been guiding him, asking him to pay attention to, help, and protect Thrander.

No matter whether this power belongs to his father god who has long been ignorant of the world, or his own godhead, anyway, this matter is not very difficult for him.

"Having said so much, you should have almost thought of the key to making "Judger"? "Irmo asked Thrander inside.

Thrander nodded.

"It's balance."

Yi Ermo laughed immediately when he heard the words, "Then you can continue to make. Maybe when you come out, this little guy may really become a god."

Thurander looked at Legston and couldn't help but tilt his head and think for a moment.

He wanted to say something to this young man, but he didn't know where to start, after all, he was really unfamiliar with him.

Legston had never seen such an ignorant and gentle Thurander. At this moment, he was so stimulated by the other party's tangled and cute look that he almost wanted to rush in and rub him into his arms!

Unfortunately, I can only think about it.

With some reluctance, he glanced at Thrander for the last time, and then walked out under the urging of Irmo.

A new time flow is re-formed.

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In addition to Thrander, who has been working hard in time and space, there is also Legston, who is constantly improving under the guidance of Irmo.

After all, Irmo is a main god, and if he wants to lead a saint warrior to the realm of a warrior, it is as easy as teaching a walking child to learn to run.

"Why is it difficult to cross the realm from a saint fighter to a warrior god? That's because there is a fundamental difference between the two realms." Irmo looked at the young man standing in the courtyard who was constantly feeling the law, and guided him a little bit, "Holy After all, a fighter is just a warrior with a strong physique and a little stronger force. And the warrior," Irmo walked to the saint warrior, blinking his eyes, "the real warrior can touch the rules of space, although only a little, but That little bit is enough to instantly kill his opponent."

"Do you understand what I mean?" The God of Inspiration looked at the young man lightly, and his voice was not angry, "If you can't understand, then go back to the winter hall and sleep well."

He could see that this young man just lacked a correct direction of effort, not other aspects.

"Since you know Thrander 260 years later, why didn't he tell you this?" Ermo rubbed his chin. Although this question was not appropriate, he really couldn't help but want to ask.

The young man who was drawing his sword back and forth was stunned for a moment, and the movements in his hands also stopped.

Thrander did not tell him about this, but the other party guided him with actions.For example, Thrander's magical ability that often appears and disappears suddenly, as well as his weird speed...

He once asked the other party why, and Thrander gave him the answer:

"When you figure out why, you're not just a saint anymore."

He didn't understand this sentence at the time, and thought that it belonged to the ability of the real strong.And when he reaches the realm of Valkyrie, he will naturally have these abilities.

Thinking back on these, Legston was a little dumbfounded for a while, and also a little regretful and embarrassed.

He took His Excellency Fashen too high and too far, so that he ignored too much.From the very beginning, he took everything about His Excellency Fashen as a matter of course, so he ignored so many hints and guidance. It is no wonder that Thrander later handed him over to Entfell to teach him.

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When Legston almost touched the shadow of the rules, he had stayed in time and space for two full years.On the whole, that is, when he was 28 years old, he touched the threshold of Valkyrie.

This is two years earlier than Cecil Dill.

Legston was excited about it.

He ran to the production room to find Thrander, who was at a critical moment, so he didn't notice his arrival.

And Legston, who had come over in a hurry, became quiet in an instant.

He lay on the invisible barrier, quietly looking at the white figure filled with his thoughts and soul, and felt unspeakable hot emotions and satisfaction surging in his heart.

His Thurland...

Legston sighed secretly in his heart, not knowing how to relieve the ever-expanding love and emotions in his heart.

Why would there be someone who moved his heart so much?It almost filled his soul, and even made him feel like he was about to explode.

He felt that because of this love, his soul became extremely heavy.It is so heavy that it can fall, fall or shatter for the person inside anytime, anywhere.

A long, long time had passed by the time he realized that there was a fiery gaze behind him.Thurander threw the failed product aside and turned to look at the figure.

"Your Excellency Fashen..." Legston saw the change in the opponent immediately. He knew that Thrander had failed again. "Are you okay?"

Thrander didn't feel like talking.He went to the table and knocked on it, the speed here began to slow down, and finally became the same as outside.

"...?" Legston asked suspiciously.

Thrander didn't explain anything.He has now controlled part of the law of time, but it will take a lot of time to fully control it.

In addition, the young man's voice that was infinitely delayed and elongated just now made him feel uncomfortable, so he didn't respond to the other party.

Legston also sensed Thrander's displeasure, so he changed the subject obediently, "Your Excellency, I seem to be able to sense the existence of space. It's just not obvious, and it takes a lot of effort to feel it. "

Thrander lowered his eyes and pondered for a while, as if reflecting the meaning of the young man's words.

After a while, Thrander nodded, "Not bad."

Legston wanted to laugh a little, but he held back.He didn't want the other party to know what was in his heart, such a lovely Lord Fashen was really exciting.

"Actually, I still have a question, that is, after 260 years, you will also teach me how to become a warrior. It's just that you didn't say it clearly at that time, and you have been using the laws you comprehended to guide me?"

Thrander was a little surprised, "You said I would guide you to become a Valkyrie?"

Legston nodded, not understanding why the other party felt strange.

Thrander was also silent for a long time before answering him, "And you are still a holy fighter?" Although he felt that the opponent's strength at this time was very close to that of the previous testers, these were all It is the result of Ilmo's teaching.

This shows that the young man did not understand his guidance.

"..." Legston wanted to say sorry a little bit.

Thrander was silent again, "Maybe I don't think you're ready for a breakthrough yet." That was all he could answer.