death game

The blond god passed through the world barrier and looked down at a completely different underworld from the edge of the floating island. The souls coming and going were busy and crowded, and they were no longer as lonely as before.Edmund sighed slightly, the underworld is getting better now, but he hopes that the underworld will remain as dry as before, which is good for everyone.

As a deity with the task of ending, Azreal should have kept an indifferent attitude, but now he is intervening in the battle and reincarnation of the worlds.

A gleam of cold light flashed in Edmond's gentle blue eyes. In any case, they are gods transformed by laws, and they have the same root and origin as this world, and they will live and die together.There are thousands of creatures in the world, no matter how blessed they are by the heavens, they will never even think about competing with the gods.

Azreal sat in the side hall, prepared tea and waited for Edmund.

In the darkness of the scene, Edmund's long golden hair was like a luminous body, and even the huge ruby ​​​​on the staff was shining.

"Why are you frowning? Riel." Edmund said with a smile, "Is there something wrong with Little Phil?"

Azreal closed his eyes, "He fell asleep."

Edmund smiled, "Be patient, Riel, he won't sleep for too long."

"I can't wait any longer, Edmont." Azreal said in a deep voice, "I dare not wait any longer, I can't afford to bet."

Edmund was silent for a while, and said, "What are you going to do? Change the owner of the underworld according to its meaning, and then sleep like Gaios?"

Azreal looked at the heat rising from the cup, and didn't speak for a while.

Edmund sighed, "What a wayward child."

"You have already made plans." Edmond thought of the scene he saw before, and in a short time Azreal tied the creatures of the underworld to his body, and it was still under their noses, "it Use Feralas to control you, use Dylan and Xia Zuo to control Meredith and Celt, use Jethro to contain Ahaz, use Herophael to drag Gaios, and use Enorella to interfere with Yi Ferrera, let Lambert and I restrict each other, and only Sophie is the one who stays out of it for the time being... Sometimes I can't help but think about the birth of Feralas, Dylan's enlightenment, And whether Xia Zuo's appearance was a coincidence or it was specially arranged."

"Are you saying that Corea really took the initiative to dissipate and end for the sake of the world?" Edmund said softly, "That's your mother, Riel."

Azreal pursed his lips tightly, his face darkened.So the gods all know that fate and good fortune are the first born gods, and the snow god is the third, but no one knows except Edmund. Zreal began to conceive.It was Coreia's dissipation that gave birth to him, and it was Coreia who used the remaining divine power to give him consciousness in advance, so it is not wrong to say that Coreia is his mother.

He knew that Corea would dissipate because her heart was gentle and broad. She really pitied every creature in the world and loved the world that gave birth to her.But he also knew that what prompted Coreia to make this decision was the cries of the world consciousness. It told Coreia that only gods and rare creations in the world would not be able to develop. The gods went to the end early together, and it needed beings all over the world to keep it going, something only Corea could do.

"Riel, you have always been calm and rational. I don't believe that you don't know the plan of the world consciousness."

Azreal let out a long breath, "I know, but I really can't afford to bet, Edmont."

Edmund lowered his eyes and said helplessly for a while: "Okay. But you have to know that the world consciousness wants to create Houtian Gods to suppress us. The birth of Houtian Gods cannot be stopped, but in this matter we must occupy initiative."

"Let's not mention Feralas for the time being, and the world consciousness doesn't necessarily want them to become gods." Edmund said, "The first acquired god will not appear among the three of them, and the world consciousness hopes that the first person will be You don't want Feralas to bear this pressure for the favored person it has chosen, do you?"

"So?" Azreal's eyes flickered slightly, "Do you have someone to choose?"

"Of course." Edmund chuckled, "It's too late for you to start cultivating now, and I..." Edmond spread his hands, his tone slightly vicissitudes, "I'm always worrying about you who don't care Children are upset, and as a forward-looking parent, I don’t wait until it’s too late to frown.”

Azreal: "..." He remembered that Wang Lin seemed to have joked that Edmund was like their half-father. As a god, this is not good. If you make a joke casually, the other party will know it. Now Also used to tease him.

Edmund withdrew his smile and said seriously: "There are several candidates. Lambert and I are most optimistic about a woman named Edith. She was originally just a mortal, but suffered misfortune since she was a child. When she was dying, relying on her heart Her resentment and resentment sacrificed herself to the devil. Her resentment attracted Ahaz, and Ahaz turned her into a devil. Judging from her experience, she is not the kind of person favored by the world consciousness, and her heart is tough enough , and she is more diligent and courageous than anyone else, and she is also ruthless to herself. If she is properly cultivated, she has a high possibility of becoming a god, but she should be a dark god of the Ahaz family."

"Secondly is Cyril Bielboom. He is a pure human being, but he is the person who has studied time the most in history. Time is a forbidden area, and he will definitely be hindered if he wants to become a god, but whether it is Talent or perseverance, he is the most suitable candidate, the most important thing is that he is definitely not within the scope of consideration of the world consciousness."

"Then there is a pair of angel and demon mixed-race twins. They were hunted down by heaven and separated since childhood. The two have different experiences..."

Edmund introduced several candidates he liked, all of whom had bad luck but had great heart and perseverance.Azreal listened quietly, and after thinking for a while, he said: "If Cyril wants to become a god by virtue of the law of time, he must have a chance to prove it to him, and time is a forbidden area, and it is impossible to affect it on a large scale. of."

Edmund raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the words, of course he knew this, so he listed Cyril after Edith, otherwise he would be the most likely person based on Cyril's performance.

"I think the underworld is very suitable for him." Azreal continued, "The underworld is less monitored by the world consciousness in the various worlds, and there are enough resources and creatures here. The most important thing is that the death game is a The perfect place to test the laws of time, and if successful it will be good for me and him."

Edmund understood what he meant. If Cyril successfully used time in the death game, the energy provided by the game like Feralas would be greatly increased.

Edmund agreed to his idea after consideration, not only because Cyril was indeed the most likely to succeed, but also because Cyril was a disciple of Lambert, and among all possible candidates, the possibility of falling into world consciousness was the least .

"I will tell Lambert and Cyril about this, and I will let Ahaz and the others keep an eye on the other candidates." Edmond said, "But, Riel, you need to know one thing."

Edmund's expression became serious, his azure blue eyes turned majestic golden, and countless gears and chains were intertwined.

"If you bring people into the underworld, if you succeed, the underworld will become the focus of the world's consciousness, and you will not be so comfortable in the future. If you fail...the undead in the underworld are related to all worlds, Once something happens to the undead in the game, the operation of all walks of life will be severely hit. Such a big crime, even if you are a god, you can’t bear it, and your end may be worse than Gaios and Herofer.”

Edmund spoke solemnly, but Azreal smiled instead, "If it succeeds, then it's worth being targeted by the world's consciousness. If it fails...do I still care about the so-called guilt?"

Hearing this, Edmund looked at him helplessly, "Okay, I understand what you mean." He shook his head again and sighed, "What a worry-free child."

Azreal: "..." He is 10,000+ years old, can you save him some face?

Cyril came to the underworld soon, and even Lambert, who still had a worried apprentice, and Edmont, who was reluctant to part with his wife, also planned to come and settle for a while.

Azreal guarded Feralas' weakened soul all day long, and other things hardly attracted his attention. He didn't leave the dormitory to meet them until Edmond and the others came over.

Cyril's age of more than five hundred years old is not worth mentioning in front of Edmund and the others, but it is a rare old age among humans. Even a powerful magician is basically gray-haired at this age, but he still maintains He looked like a noble youth.He looks somewhat similar to Edmont's current aristocratic gentleman in appearance, but acts more like Lambert. He seems to be indifferent, but in fact he is stubborn, rebellious and has a great research spirit.

Cyril was a disciple accepted by Lambert in a previous reincarnation. Although Lambert didn't have the consciousness of being a god of wisdom at that time, he was still an extraordinary teacher.In the later stage of that reincarnation, he took a fancy to Cyril's potential and took him as a disciple, and taught him for more than ten years. After Lambert reincarnated again, Cyril himself continued to study and made a lot of progress in the field of time. achievement.

Originally, with Lambert's personality, even if he was his disciple, he would not be treated specially after returning to the god position.But Cyril's research on time aroused his keen interest, and God-making was also his field of attention, which finally made him make an exception and accept Cyril as the only real disciple.

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