Twenty Sided Dice

As long as the entity exists, it is impossible to survive with only one point. Siegel oscillated the space and used his power to the extreme, which achieved such an effect in an instant.

The force field prison quickly rebounded and suddenly turned into a huge ball with a radius of ten meters. Siegel was already prepared, and he used the elf pace to speed up and retreat in an instant, so that he was not knocked over. Inside the ball, Chanem turned into a mass of black muddy water, which was constantly wriggling and recovering. He slowly took shape like a slime monster, with limbs and a head growing from his body.

When the force field prison returned to its original size, Chanem returned to normal, and looked at Siegel with admiration: "You have made your position very clear."

The power to detect the enemy's whereabouts, the power to imprison, the power to destroy, and the power to keep imprisoned, combine to kill Chanem until he has no ability to recover. Siegel used this method to demonstrate so that Chanem could understand his situation. The holy man of murder who is proficient in planning understands this when he thinks about it.

"I have the upper hand right now," Siegel said. "I want you to remember that and consider the risk of breaking your promise."

"Ha, I'm not stupid," Chanem shrugged and replied.

Siegel released the force field prison, freeing the Holy One of the Murder God. Chanem moved his limbs, making the knuckles make a clicking sound. He looked at the large spherical crater that was found around him, and the terrifying process of the space being compressed to the extreme made him feel heart palpitations. With the help of magic, mages can do so many things that ordinary people can't achieve, and sometimes even gods will have a trace of envy.

Just like the **** of magic and prophecy, he has the least believers among all the gods. Even the mages who use magic spells seldom believe in him. At most, they can only thank this god. But by virtue of the two powerful priesthoods of magic and prophecy. He has the highest ability among all the gods. Even if it is a **** of murder, which is good at layout, the success rate will be greatly reduced because of the other party's ability to predict. The other party does not need to sort out the thinking of the plan at all, and only needs to respond to the results and will not fail. So the **** of murder most needs the ministry of prophecy. Or at least destroy this priesthood to ensure that his power is not targeted.

The gods each have their own domain. They always do the best in their field. In addition to planning, Chanem also has shadow, hiding, assassination, and mud monster fields. From the moment he sensed the death of the murderer, he began to carry out his own ascension plan. "I first found the **** of caves and slime monsters and killed the brainless guy. I found that until the end he didn't understand what was going on and thought it was a normal split reproduction." Charnem to Seeger Er said: "It's not easy to absorb the power of the gods. You must at least have the potential to meet the rules. What I want to absorb is the cave priesthood, which can continue to enhance my latent ability after all. But I didn't expect it to be the slime monster race. The priesthood has come to me. Therefore, if you want to obtain the power of the God of Magic, you need my help, otherwise it will be difficult to achieve your original purpose."

"What I'm thinking about now is how to find the power of the God of Magic, and then I'll think about what to do." Siegel looked at Chanem, always guarding against this travel companion. It is dangerous enough to walk with a killer, but now he is the **** of killers, how can he be careless?

"Since the **** of magic and prophecy abdicated and came to the world as the **** of mortals, all the other gods have been filled with the power he has deposited, but no one can find where it is." Charnem and Siegel Walk side by side. As close as a comrade-in-arms, but also at the right distance like a competitor. He now adopts the image of an adventurer with two swords on his back, and his blue-purple leather armor looks concise and capable. Although the God of Murder has recognized the best planning ability. But Chanem has been speaking to Siegel in a very direct form, absolutely unusual.

"We gods have a guess, that is, it is impossible to find his power by casting spells from outside the crystal wall." Chanem said: "No matter how strong the **** of magic and prophecy is, it is only one aspect, it is impossible To be comprehensive. And many times, it is not the domain that a **** masters, but the strength of the **** itself. Several race gods, as well as the Mother of the Earth and the Lord of the Dawn, have many believers, and their strength is far greater than The **** of magic and prophecy is powerful. There is no reason to find it. The only thing we know of that can influence the power of the gods. Only the crystal wall."

Siegel nodded, understanding the idea of ​​the murder god. The gods can only use the power of saints within the range of the crystal wall. This limits their power ceiling. When everyone has the same power, the technique of using the power determines the final effect, and magic is absolutely dominant in this regard. Besides, it is impossible for the **** of magic to hide his power far away, otherwise there will be problems with the operation of magic in this world, and he himself will not be able to survive because he cannot borrow power. Liel is only a mortal child after all, and he has his own lifespan. Only by being able to connect with divine power can Liel be reborn continuously and keep his sanity free of problems.

"We firmly believe that the magical power of the magic **** is somewhere in this world, so everyone will descend on the saints to search." Chanem paused and looked at Siegel: "If it wasn't for this, who would be at any time for someone The end of the world is wasting its own divine power!"

"Isn't there still a dice?"

Chanem paused in his footsteps and took a step behind. He looked at Siegel's figure, then quickly chased after him and said, "You also know about dice? Then you are more than 60% likely to be the holder of dice. Don't worry, I'm not interested in dice at the moment. The power of the God of Creation has little effect on me, and if it is the God of Destruction, I will still be interested."

Siegel didn't like the **** of murder, but he had to admit that he made a lot of sense. According to legend, the power of the **** of murder came from the ancient **** of death, and later split into the **** of strife, murder, and the dead, who were in charge of hatred, strife and other causes of killing each other, the way of death, and the kingdom of the dead. To put it bluntly, it is the cause, the process and the end. The God of Murder has mastered the process, which is the most dynamic stage. It is also the most active of the three gods of death, and it is also the most likely to continue to improve his power and become one of the higher gods.

The three of them have nothing to do with the creation of the world at all: to create a world where there is only killing is equivalent to creating nothing, and the gods will not do such wasteful things. And studying dice has never been the God of Murder's strength, and how to protect it after getting it is not what he is good at.

"As far as I know, all the gods have chased dice, let alone you haven't."

"I don't deny that I chased the dice, but my purpose is to kill a few more gods in the process of chasing, or push them to kill each other. As a result, a mortal seized the opportunity and controlled the development of the situation with the balance of the oath. , which led to my failure." Chanem said: "But now, the more important thing has appeared, that is, to find the divine power, seize the time to become the **** of murder, and turn against the customer."

"I've heard enough of your plan, now let's talk about what to do." Siegel stopped and said to Chanem: "You took me eastward all the way, what is it for, now you can say right?"

"In order to get to a place off the beaten track, so that you can use magic." Chanem waved to Siegel, motioning him to follow. "There is a hidden power in my priesthood, and you can find me, which shows that you are very talented in finding things. I will give you a bit of divine power, the power from the priesthood of the slime monster, so that you can use it as a casting material. I believe there is With something like this, you can locate the **** of magic and knowledge."

"Are you sure this method works?"

"This is based on my speculation. There is a success rate of more than 80%." Chanem said: "It can only be found by using magic, and it can only be found by divine power. These two constraints are that it is best to hide things inside the crystal wall. The choice. The crystal wall will limit the power of God, and he used to be the **** of magic, and he has an absolute advantage in this field. When the two constraints meet, even a magic master like the elf saint can do nothing. This is what I have done. the most probable inference."

Siegel looked at Chanem and gained new insight into his reasoning abilities. If there is no danger of being stabbed at any time, Chanem is definitely a good partner.

Seemingly aware of Siegel's thoughts, Chanem said: "Don't worry too much, it will affect your state. You treat me as a summoned devil and sign some kind of contract with you."

"In fact, there is no contract~www.readwn.com~The power is." Chanem said.

Due to the limitations of the crystal wall rules, if the divine power is directly brought to the body, it will be greatly oppressed, and it is not bad to be able to exert one-tenth of the full power. Only the stupid **** of clay likes to devour things and doesn't know how to give up, resulting in the compression of divine power, which was taken advantage of by Chanem. After slaying the Clay God, Chanem stored its powers in a canyon and covered it up with his hidden priesthood powers. In fact, this is what Siegel detected with the Lord of the Rings.

The gorge stretched before them until the dense east, which seemed to be a peaceful and quiet country, with fertile black soil, wide and soothing rivers, and lakes bright as mirrors in the sun. Barley, wheat and corn are plentiful in the fields, and hardworking farmers are happily working in the fields. The holy man of the murderous **** passed them, and he was greeted by these hospitable people.

They walked into the canyon, and after a few turns, the road began to meander down to the end of a full wall. Siegel felt that his ring was slightly warm, so he pointed to the right along the feeling: "Is it here?"

Chanem nodded, as if all this did not surprise him. (To be continued.)