The First Law God Black History Handbook

Feeling the depression of the young man, Thrander smiled, "Thank you for coming to see me." Speaking of this, Thrander suddenly realized something, "Aruman, you just said that after 260 years, I will still On the mainland?"

Legston opened his mouth and was about to say yes, but seeing Thrander's expression, he suddenly understood the meaning of this matter.

"I failed the trial?" Thrander asked him.

"No. You succeeded." Legston quickly explained, "It's just that you gave up your godhood."

Thrander was silent for a moment.

"Your Excellency..." Legston hesitated.Because he thought of other questions from the series of events just now, such as if he changed the fate of His Excellency Fashen, will they meet again after 260 years?

Legston looked at Thrander nervously, he wasn't sure if the other party would ask him about his godhead or Cecil Dill.

He was also worried that after this change of fate, he would really never see His Excellency Fashen again.

Maybe... he can become a god as soon as possible, and go to God Realm to find His Excellency Fashen?

The surrounding space moved slightly, and a slender figure appeared.

The God of Inspiration sneered and looked at the two people with different concerns, "Let me remind you first, whether it is the Western Fantasy Continent, the Dark Abyss, or the Light God Realm, the law of balance is its only law. If you dare to change anything, that is waiting for you." must perish.”

Legston was a little puzzled, "Can't be changed?" So what's the point of his presence here?And wasn't he already changing the past when he appeared here?

"Of course it can't be changed." Yi Ermo looked at him, "As for the reason why you appear here, it's because the new God of Darkness who came with you has manipulated you."

"You mean, the God of Darkness has a way to travel through time and space to change the past and the future while maintaining the balance of all circles?" Although Legston said so, he didn't think so in his heart.

"He also has restrictions." Yiermo sneered, "Otherwise, you think he listens to me so much and won't come out of the winter hall?"

Legston nodded in satisfaction.

Irmo was a little amused.

"Aren't you curious what the limit is?"

Legston raised his head, with a bit of doubt on his face, "Will you tell me?"

"Haha, you're really smart." Irmo straightened up with his arms crossed, "I really don't intend to tell you. You must know that the unknown game is the most interesting and worth looking forward to."

With that, he clapped his hands and walked over to the woodworking bench, where he started working on his furniture again.

Thurander also re-invested in the research of "The Judge".

He didn't seem to be at all curious about why he gave up his godhood, and why Cecil Dill became the God of Darkness.

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When the sky outside became dark again, an invisible force shrouded everyone's hearts.Everyone in the trial environment looked up in the direction of Qiuguan, secretly speculating about the changes in it.

It's just that this change only lasted for less than a minute, and a more domineering aura rushed forward fiercely, completely suppressing it.

Irmo appeared at the door of the studio.

"You succeeded." He looked at Thrander with bright eyes, and his gaze was fixed on the spear awl in the opponent's hand. "That's it, that's right...it's it."

Ermo whispered, waved his hand to remove the barrier, and strode towards Thrander.

"Sure enough, I did not choose the wrong person, Thrander, you really finished it." Irmo carefully held the half-arm-long spear cone in his hand, with ecstasy in his eyes, "Erdos, Erdos Erdos, did you see that? You were right. The "Judger" was right. He laughed, as if he had completely sunk into the ecstasy made by the magic weapon, and he didn't even notice Thrander's weird staring and sizing up.

"Do you know why I succeeded?" Thrander saw that the other party was only stroking the newly-made weapon and ignoring himself, so he opened the mouth.

Irmo put the "Judger" on the table, sat down and continued to stare at him, and then replied without raising his head, "If you can make it, it means you already know the meaning of its existence, so we What else is there to ask?"

Thrander was dumbfounded.

"It is the "judge", and everything in the world can be "judged". "Irmo said softly, with a fanatical and obsessive expression on his face, "Before you, I tried to refine it countless times, but every time I failed.Thrander, do you know how many years I have been in seclusion? "

Irmo finally looked up at Thrander, his voice was suppressed and low, with an indescribable meaning.

"According to the limit that I can speed up time, I closed it for a full 8000 million years."

When such a distant and huge number reached Thrander's ears, his sanity went blank for a moment.

He couldn't imagine how persistent and determined it was, which made a god go crazy.

"Why?" Thrander still didn't understand why Irmo, the god of inspiration, failed, but he succeeded.

Irmo laughed.He even laughed so hard that he leaned back, his whole being in a state of extreme joy and madness.

"You don't understand. You still don't understand, haha." Irmo finally stopped laughing, he stood up and walked to Serander, staring at him with fanaticism, "Because you don't have faith, you don't Know how to be in awe! Thrander, you are a different kind, do you know that?"

Thrander's eyes were fixed, and the expression on his face quickly turned cold.

"I'm an outlier?"

"Ha, you didn't realize it, it's really ridiculous." Irmo tilted his head slightly, squinting at him from the corner of his eyes, "The "Judger" doesn't need belief or reverence, it just needs "judgment".Thrander, you are..."

Yi Ermo's words stopped abruptly, like a swan stretching its neck to call, being strangled by someone.His face was pale, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

"My lord." Thrander called him softly, then raised his eyes to look at the door.

It was Legston and Cecil Dill.

Yi Ermo also suddenly recovered from the fear of dying.

When Legston discovered that the barrier had been opened, his cheeks flushed with excitement for a moment, and he immediately ran to Thrander and stared at him with fiery eyes.

Thrander frowned at his relentless gaze.

On the other side, Cesidil had already caught the "Judger" immediately, and asked with a gloomy face, "Who did this?!"

"I did it, what's the matter?" Thrander replied calmly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, "Is this thing related to you?"

"Hey, it's related? It's more than related!" Cesidil grabbed the "Judger" and turned to glare at Thrander, "So you made this thing a long time ago! You made it in the trial environment, My dear teacher, you are really well-intentioned!"

At this time, Cesidil looked extremely angry, even with strong hatred.Thrander was thoughtful and extremely intelligent, and he guessed some things that might happen in the future from the other party's reaction and a few words, so he didn't immediately refute the other party or ask why.

But if he doesn't ask, it doesn't mean that others won't ask either.Like Legston.

"This thing was made by the Master God, and it has nothing to do with His Excellency the God of Law." Legston stood slightly in front of Thrander, looking at Cecil Dill with a slight guard, "Your Excellency of the God of Law is you Teacher, he will not harm you."

"It won't hurt me..." Cecil Dill smiled contemptuously and ironically, his whole body was full of violence, "I almost died under this thing, you think he won't hurt me?"

Legston stared at him, mouth open, in shock.

Thrander's gaze also sank, and his expression became extremely serious.

He turned to Ilmo with a serious tone, "You heard me."

Ilmo leaned lazily on the table, smiling harmlessly, "I heard that. He said he almost died under the "Judger". "

"I'm going to destroy it." Thrander said with a sullen face, extremely serious, "If this weapon is to deal with my students in the future, then I'd rather never make it."

"Hahaha, Thrander, you are so naive." Irmo blinked at him, "You want to destroy an artifact with independent will. What do you use to destroy it?"

Thrander didn't answer him.

The "Judger" comes from his hand, he can make it, and naturally he can destroy it.

"Don't be naive, inheritor." Ilmo saw through Thrander's thoughts in an instant, "You still don't know what is "judgment" and what is "judgment". It will be what you want most. "

He said, got up and stretched, and said with a smile: "Since you have passed the test, I will not force you to stay. Thrander, I will give you a gift. When you go back, don't forget to keep you. It's well hidden."

When Ilmo was still talking, Thrander felt the distortion of the nearby space.Divine power flowed in his body, trying to return these twisting forces of time and space to their original positions, but Legston next to him grabbed his arm, turned around and hugged him with the other arm.

"Don't resist. Can't resist," said Legston hastily.

Thrander was taken aback for a moment.During the moment when he was in a daze, the gate of time and space had opened.

He and Legston were attracted by the force of time and space, and their bodies began to become heavy and stiff. Everything in front of them was constantly changing and distorting. He fell to the ground suddenly, breathing heavily with his hands on the ground.

Legston fell beside him, also choking.

"Sisi..." Thrander just recovered his breathing, and immediately raised his head to look around, "Sisi didn't follow."

Before he entered the space-time tunnel, he clearly saw Cesidil stabbing Ilmo with the "Judger", but Ilmo just took a step back and didn't accept his provocation at all.

"Don't worry, Cesidil is the new God of Darkness, and that Lord God may not be his opponent." Legston helped Thrander up from the ground, and tidied up his somewhat messy sleeves.

Thrander covered his forehead and let out a muffled groan.

"What's wrong with you?" As soon as Legston raised his head, he saw Thrander's face was pale, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, he couldn't help but feel his heart tighten, and quickly took him into his arms and asked, "My lord, what's wrong with you?" ?Where does it hurt?"

Thrander opened his lips slightly, and murmured a few words in pain.

Legston listened with his ears sideways, but before he could hear clearly, he felt a heavy weight in his arms, and the other party had fallen asleep.

"Your Excellency Fashen! Your Excellency Fashen!... Thrander!" Legston was so shocked that he almost lost his wits.

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