death game

Now that the decision has been made, Azreal handed over the death game to Cyril, and he will no longer intervene.Cyril wants to explore the law of time by transforming the death game, establish a connection with the law and even integrate into the law to become a god. No one can help him in this process, even Lambert can only watch from the side to prevent irreparable mistakes , Everything else needs to be comprehended by himself.

It has to be said that as a human being who can be appreciated by the God of Wisdom, Cyril's ability is really outstanding.

He first chose a small dungeon as an experiment, and established a time formation to speed up the flow of time in this dungeon.With previous research experience, his experiment was quickly successful.

Most of the dungeons belong to the semi-fantasy world built by divine power and do not belong to the real world, so changing the time of the dungeon world does not violate the laws of the world.Cyril's journey from small dungeon to large dungeon went smoothly without much hindrance.

Cyril is a rigorous and meticulous person. This kind of personality made the mistakes that Lambert and the others were worried about never happen.

When Cyril successfully changed a large dungeon that was interlaced with half illusion and half reality, Feralas, who had been sleeping for nearly a year, finally woke up.

Azreal has been standing by the bed and holding his hand, staring at him with black eyes.

Feralas blinked, and the bewilderment brought about by his long sleep slowly faded away. He looked into Azreal's quiet eyes, and chuckled softly, "How long have I been asleep?"

"Not long, just a little while." Azreal said, "Are you still sleepy? Do you want to take a rest?"

Feralas shook his head, "I'm very energetic now, I won't sleep."

He got up from the bed and said with a smile: "But I seem to have had a very long dream. I dreamed that when I was just born, the first thing I saw was you. Do you know what I was thinking at that time? "

Azreal's brows and eyes were soft, "What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking..." Feralas smiled slyly, holding his face in his pale hands, "You look so good-looking, how can there be such a good-looking person in this world?"

Azreal laughed lowly, "What about now?"

"It's still the same now." Feralas said, "In my eyes, you will always be the most beautiful and perfect."

In fact, the gods are the laws that support the world, and they are the most perfect existence in the world. Any living being will be attracted by the divinity of the laws and the divine power of the gods.But in terms of appearance, the underworld, which represents the end and death, is different from the brilliance of light, the temptation of darkness, the elegance and mystery of fate, the detachment of wisdom, the ultimate snow god, the gentleness of life, the enthusiasm of flames, the beauty of the ocean, The calmness of the earth, the demeanor of destruction, the end is always too indifferent and cruel, not the most preferred deity for living beings.

But for Feralas, the person in front of him represents all the beauty and tenderness in the world.

After waking up, Feralas didn't plan to play around anymore. Even if Azreal didn't say anything, he knew that his condition had deteriorated again, because he felt the weakness coming from his soul.It's like a container with a big hole broken, the power is continuously draining and dissipating, and the power gained in the death game is far from enough to make up for his loss.Weakness erodes his soul, and the bone-chilling chill stimulates his consciousness. The only good thing is that his tiredness is also driven away. It can give him a little time to pretend to be better, so that Azreal can feel at ease .

However, Feralas was sitting under the lush cloud vines, looking up at the dark sky of the underworld and the twinkling stars. He probably couldn't hold on for long. It turned out that he couldn't hold it even in just a few decades.

The delicate vines of the cloud flower vine hung down and gently rubbed against his fingertips.Feralas smiled and said, "You'll be with him, won't you?"

The cloud vine slowly retracted into the vine, and pretended to be dead without moving.Feralas smiled helplessly, he understood the meaning of the cloud flower vine, no matter how much he left behind, it was useless, nothing could replace the one he loved.

"Edmont." The black-robed deity hurried over with a heavy low air pressure, obviously in a very bad mood.

"What's wrong?" Edmund looked at Azreal in surprise, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"How long will it take for Cyril?" Azreal said coldly, "Feralas can't wait any longer... It's forcing me!"

Edmund sat up straight.World consciousness is not a deity with a body. The deity is charged with the task of educating living beings and can intervene in the development of living beings in the world.But the world consciousness is just consciousness. Although its existence is for the stable development of the world, it is actually to limit the gods and prevent the gods from doing whatever they want to cause turmoil in the world.Generally speaking, it can't do anything blatantly, let alone attack living beings, but Azreal is so sure, that is, what did the world consciousness really do to Feralas and Azreal found out?

He would suspect that the world consciousness deliberately arranged the birth of Feralas, but the birth of Feralas was originally a predetermined point on the wheel of fortune. What the world consciousness can do is to choose one of the fate lines related to the birth of Feralas, plus The chances of this fate line happening might be that Azreal, who can directly sense the consciousness of the world, would notice the appearance of a similar breath and arouse his interest.But to say that the world consciousness directly acts on Feralas, that violates the meaning of the existence of the world consciousness, and it should not do so.

"Feralas' soul is collapsing, and the speed is getting faster and faster." Azreal gritted his teeth, "His condition began to deteriorate after he fell into a coma, and after waking up, not only did it not ease, but it accelerated."

A golden wheel of fortune appeared in Edmond's eyes. He found the fate track belonging to Feralas, and everything seemed to be normal.He frowned, and said to Azreal: "I want to go back."

There are no living creatures in the world of God of Destiny, only the blue sky, soft clouds, intricate golden gears and threads of fate, and the giant golden eyes overlooking everything.

Edmund walks in the clouds, passing through the golden gears and chains, which is the past, present and future of time creatures, including the gods who can destroy the world, and they cannot escape the shackles of fate.

He found the one belonging to Feralas among the countless fate lines, and he felt strange since he came back here. Now that he saw Feralas' fate line with his own eyes, he found that Feralas' fate had shifted , the gravitational force emanating from Cyril's fate line reversed and divided the fate of Feralas, and even tended to collapse.He swept through all the fates with divine power, and found that there were still a few changes, almost all related to the person he chose, and since he left here, he was confused by the world consciousness.

The other changes are relatively small and can be changed back, but the cause and effect have been involved between Feralas and Cyril, and he can't reverse it, otherwise the world consciousness will have an excuse to intervene.

"I actually learned to take advantage of loopholes." Edmund sneered. He stretched out his hand to smooth out the distortion of the fate line, and his slender fingertips slid across the end of the weakened fate line, extending it abruptly.But that's all. Cyril and Feralas are related to God-making, and they have a great influence on the world, and he can't extend it any more.

Edmund stood up and said to the void, "Although you have the duty to restrain the gods, you must not interfere with the affairs of the gods without reason. You have crossed the line this time!"

No one answered him, but Edmund raised his lips in satisfaction.The world consciousness constrains the gods, and the gods can also constrain the world consciousness.

Azreal sat behind Feralas, wrapped his arms around his waist, and quietly watched him draw.Although Feralas has a handicap, his paintings are really good. The starry sky of the underworld he painted is gorgeous and romantic, and the temple is majestic and solemn, but the courtyard behind the temple is warm and peaceful.

"How is it?" Feralas put down his pen, turned his head and asked proudly.

"Very good." Azreal praised sincerely.

"Where should we hang it?" Feralas looked around, and after a while he took off the dried painting, "Let's hang it in the wooden house, in the bedroom."

"it is good."

Azreal watched him happily frame and hang the painting, and then ran to destroy the vegetables grown in the yard.

"Teach me to cook, Aize." Feralas said with a smile, "I want to cook you a big meal!"

Azreal raised his eyebrows slightly with interest, "Okay."

So after being taught by Azreal, after ruining more than half of the dishes in the yard, Feralas made a table of a table that looked a little miserable and tasted bad.Azreal finished eating without changing his expression, patted his head and praised: "Not bad, great progress."

Feralas: "..." I can't be happy.

Undeterred, Feralas extended his claws to the small animals that were freed in the mountains. After poking around, he finally found a few furry ones. After stroking their fur happily, he decided to style them!

Azreal has already turned a blind eye to his behavior of plucking fur. After seeing the strangely shaped little animal crawling away alive from Feralas, Azreal said that he will be happy with him. Bar!

After Feralas had made all the troubles in the backyard, he finally settled down, leaning obediently in Azreal's arms, talking to him casually.The two of them didn't find this kind of small talk boring, but they cherished this kind of peace together.