What's more, many of the hiding places they chose actually once belonged to them.
Feeling that he had finally escaped death, Paspa was not in a hurry to contact the rest of his companions.
He first leaned against a stone pillar and took a long, heavy breath, which he actually didn't need, to relax his tense nerves.
Paspar was an unlucky guy who was exiled in the Silver Age because King Oakenshield (a dwarf king after King Ironheart) led his people in a sneak attack with three level zero seals. His whereabouts were revealed to King Oakenshield by Mozo, who was still Saint John at the time.
However, only the Oak Shield King and Mozo himself knew this. Otherwise, Sky Wing would most likely have stayed with red eyes and fought to the death with Mozo.
The reason why Paspa suddenly ran away in panic was not because of anything else, but because he recognized what was Mozo's way - the rule book!
This was the rule book originally used to formulate the iron laws of the world. Paspa, who once served the Second Son, knew very well how powerful this thing was.
Of course, what really frightened Paspa was that there were four level-0 sealed objects under their feet at that time!
If it was just Mozo, or if he and Fia joined forces, he wouldn't be so timid.
But the problem is that Paspa saw through what Fia couldn't see through - whether it was him or Fia, it was impossible for them to perfectly control the four unfamiliar level-0 seals right from the start.
And this kind of extremely powerful force that cannot be fully controlled is destined to ultimately become the opponent's power only under the compilation of the rule book!
So Paspa knew very well that they were not two against one, but two against five!
Even the so-called five is not necessarily the final number. After all, if He dared to stay, He would be forced into a situation where He would be used by the opponent to gain advantage if He used the seal, and would be used by the opponent to steal if He did not use the seal. He would also be trapped in the dilemma of being surrounded by the righteous gods because He could not be captured quickly.
After a brief consideration, Paspa chose the path that was most beneficial to him without hesitation - selling Fia and running away!
Until now, Paspa still feels deeply that he is wise and brave.
It was also during the long time when Paspa was breathing heavily.
One after another, indescribable terrifying projections appeared in the sky above the outpost.
They are all exiles!
I looked around and felt that almost everyone had arrived.
Paspa said directly:
"First of all, Feiya and I failed. We didn't get the four Level 0 Sealing Artifacts, and Feiya should be dead now. This means that the other party may have obtained another Level 0 Sealing Artifact!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the exiles around him all made all kinds of noisy noises in unison.
There was astonishment, sneer, disdain, sarcasm, and doubt.
But Paspa ignored all of this and continued:
"But that's not important. What's important is that I noticed there's a new god among those so-called righteous gods!"
Upon hearing this, a distorted projection in the form of a giant python immediately spat out its tongue and said:
"We've known this for a long time. Ingres's Queen Victoria eliminated her extraordinary characteristics as an artist and became the new ultimate nightmare! We have a new nightmare with some weight among our opponents!"
"What? Forget it, that's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about something much more serious than this!"
After Victoria said goodbye to Mozo, her information was completely exposed to the evil gods. However, this was quite unexpected for Paspa who followed Fia to steal the chicken.
All of a sudden, the noise in the whole place subsided a lot and turned into curiosity.
Does this mean there is a new god
But what they could not have imagined was:
"Yes, they have a new god, and the way of this new god is a completely new way. Can you guess what his way is?"
The noise at the scene gradually subsided, and at this moment it all turned into surprise and curiosity.
The new path has not been seen for a long time.
And the God of the new path, that was the first time in many years.
Paspa didn't keep it a secret and said directly:
"His path is the book of rules, the original book of rules used to plan the direction of all things. I have served the second son Gan Luo, and I have also followed the eldest son Endalos. There are also people like me among you."
"So you should know what a rule book is!"
"As long as He is willing to pay, we passively will probably be trapped in the future He has chosen."
"And the worst thing is that this new god is Theseus, the most desperate mad dog!"
"Everyone, our advantage is very dangerous."
After these words were spoken, the noise just now instantly turned into solemnity.
How to use the rule book and what the ability is, no one knows. But what is the use of the rule book? It is a joke to say that everyone knows it, but the gods are very clear about it!
At the same time, what makes the evil gods frown the most is that this new god who holds the rule book is a mad dog who can chase and bite gods for a group of mortals!
Even several of them had either had their angels fall into the hands of the other side, or had been warned or even hunted down by the other side.
So this sentence carries the most weight today!
This mad dog is really willing to cut himself into pieces...
After a long time, a shadowy figure that looked like a mountain of flesh said grimly:
"Don't worry. We know how powerful that thing is from the rule book, but its power is based on the concept that the user is the Great Original!"
"And that mad dog, haha, can he be compared with the great original? Not to mention the great original, he can't even compare to a toe of the first son!"
“So don’t panic. No matter how much he is willing to sacrifice, it won’t really have much impact on the battle situation. Those who are destined to win will still win!”
"So it doesn't matter, it's all the same!"
These words quickly won the approval of the other evil gods. At the same time, a projection that looked like a giant stag was shaking off human heads from its strangely proliferating antlers while speaking to his companions:
"But we must act immediately. I know you have not fully recovered yet, but we can't delay any longer. We delayed it before because it would be more beneficial for us to recover first than to give those hypocritical guys time to gather believers."
"But that's no longer possible. Since the rule book is in the other party's hands, the longer we delay, the more perfect their preparations will be."
"agree."
"no comment."
"All right."
"I can."
"That's fine with me."
... ..
As all the evil gods nodded, the exiles' original plan to postpone the attack for a period of time turned into an immediate attack.
But at this time, the only normal human projection stared at Paspa and said:
"You mean Fiado is half dead?"
"Yes, with four Level 0 Sealed Artifacts that cannot be fully controlled over there, I don't think that stupid woman Fia can survive. What, are you interested in her?"
This answer caused the evil gods around to burst into laughter.
But soon they stopped laughing:
"How is that possible? I have no interest in that woman at all."
"Oh, what do you mean?"
"What I mean is, since Fia is dead, then the uniqueness of the Faceless Man is in the hands of the other party?"
"Yes, what do you want to say? If you have nothing to say, don't waste our time!"
"Don't be impatient, don't be impatient. My question is, since the other party has the uniqueness of a faceless man who can transform into anyone, how do you prove that you are you?"
"Respected Lord Paspa, or the mad dog Theseus?"
This sentence instantly made all the evil gods stare at Paspa, who had a stunned look on his face.
But immediately, Paspa woke up again and looked at the other party and said:
"What about you? Mad Blood Burrup? From the beginning, you have been asking this ridiculous question to me, the hero who desperately ran back to deliver the message."
"So, I also want to ask you, how do you prove that you are still Lord Burrup?"
This time, the other exiles did not stare at Borup as they did at Paspa.
They all looked at their companions thoughtfully.
The Lord of Change can transform into anyone, so how can they be sure that their companions are still their former companions
The interesting possibilities that Mozo wrote about have already begun to take root!
488 This is the final battle 5k
When those suspicious and scrutinizing eyes appeared on themselves, all the exiles present understood one thing - if they didn't do something, trust would be broken!
But how to do it
The ability of the Lord of Trickster is basically impossible to see through, otherwise the uniqueness of the Faceless Man would be too cheap.
Unless a very intense battle is taking place, the uniqueness of the Lord of Change will not be able to correctly imitate the power of the corresponding path.
But where do they go to create such a situation
Could it be that before launching a full-scale war with the righteous gods, he would fight a battle among himself first
And if there really is no one who has mixed in with the evil master, wouldn't this create opportunities for others out of thin air
After all, in the concept of evil gods, there is no such thing as stopping at a certain point. As long as they take action, they will definitely do something as they already have personal grudges.
The more they thought about it, the more confused they felt.
Faced with this difficult situation, they really couldn't come up with any practical and effective solutions for a while.
After a while, someone said:
"Well, I know it's impossible to convince everyone to be united and have no doubts. After all, we are not a united front. Now this is a tricky situation."
"But I also don't think we should give up our numerical advantage and go it alone."
"How about this. Since everyone is worried that if we work together, we might get stabbed in the back, how about we let the people we know work in pairs or groups of three?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the projections present began to whisper loudly again.
"In this way, although we still cannot rule out the possibility of the companion being replaced, at least being with someone we are familiar with is relatively safe, and the biggest point is that there is only one person on the other side!"
After a long time, the Mad Blood Borup asked in a cold voice:
"What about the group that got mixed in?"
"Then you can only consider yourself unlucky."
The other party said this very realistically, but then he also said:
"This is the only solution, Lord Burrup. And I also believe that as the war progresses, this person will appear sooner or later! Then, everyone can breathe a sigh of relief."
After thinking for a while, Burupo said:
"Then can't we form groups of five or even six?"
"You mean to say that even if the other party attacks, there will be more people to take care of us? It seems to be true in common sense, but have you ever thought about it? Once we attack with more people, it means that we will have fewer targets to attack in the first place."
"Then those righteous gods will undoubtedly gather together to fight against us. In this case, if the other party suddenly attacks, I think the danger will be even greater."
"At least if we are divided into multiple teams, if something goes wrong, we will only lose one or two companions, and we can also attack more targets at the first time. If there are multiple people in a group, we will either die or be seriously injured, and the enemy will not suffer any major losses!"
Soon, a noisy whispering and murmuring sounded all around.
Finally, with no better options, all the exiles agreed to this.
And he immediately started forming his own team.
What’s more interesting is that the teammates they choose are basically not their "friends", but "enemies" with whom they have a lot of bad relations!
At the same time, they were very reluctant to form a three-person team which was theoretically safer.
The reason is that there is no so-called true friendship among the exiles. In other words, they understand their enemies who often oppose them better than their false friends.
The Master of Guibian may be flawless in appearance and abilities, but there may still be omissions in personal performance.
That's why they prefer to team up with familiar enemies.
It is much more difficult to play the role of a suitable enemy than a false friend.
Then they refused to form a three-person team because, although it was true that if something went wrong with a team of two, they would almost certainly die, but rather than adding an extra variable out of thin air, they would rather believe that they had not chosen the wrong enemy.