"These... are certainly not sacred trees."
"These trees are all in the human world. There is a very common tree. It itself looks slightly gray, but as the bark falls off... or is cut off artificially, it will become whiter. Of course, this kind of tree It won’t make any changes to your practice.”
"The first thing Michael did when he came back to White City was to urge the entire protoss to find this kind of tree in the whole world and transplant it here. Then... he artificially cut off the bark of this tree. Let it be as white as the sacred tree thousands of years ago.”
Almeti laughed at herself: "Can you imagine?"
"There are thousands of protoss, and each of them is a being who knows the law. But they are like robots doing this kind of tree-cutting work. That scene... is so terrifying."
Hermeti seemed to be recalling something terrible, and her hands were shaking unconsciously.
You Long and Zeus looked around and seemed to see beautiful gods under these thousands of trees, cutting off the bark again and again with dull expressions.
"That was the day I left White City and the Gods. I knew that Michael had gone crazy. He was going to die with the Gods and the entire world."
"I can't let him do this."
"So even if it's a matter of righteousness or justice, I will stop him."
Listening to Hermeti's somewhat determined voice, Zeus and Youlong both responded in silence.
"Ouch, ouch...this statement really breaks my heart."
The sound seemed to come from all directions, and it was actually difficult to pinpoint the source of the sound.
Zeus snorted coldly, and the sound of the snort was like a burst of air: "You hide your head and show your tail."
"Don't worry, don't worry, you will see me if you keep walking forward. As a BOSS, the final boss of the game, this is the right thing to do to build momentum. Just hearing my lovely descendants say such hurtful words to me is still... I couldn't help but speak."
You Long once had contact with Michael and knew that he had almost gone crazy after being trapped for ten thousand years and turned into a chatterbox. Thinking of this, he subconsciously thought of the scene where Ruan Bier stood in front of him. He clenched his fists subconsciously and sped up his steps a few minutes.
"How can a little kid like you know how to talk about nostalgia?" Michael's voice sounded old-fashioned: "How can a little kid like you know about the glory of the Gods thousands of years ago while hiding like a mouse with the Gods? .”
Almeti sneered: "At least you are still alive. You are just destroying the whole world with you."
Michael's voice screamed: "I told you that you know nothing! Who said it would be destroyed! It is this world that will be destroyed, but we will not destroy it!"
Almeti frowned upon hearing this: "When the world is destroyed, everything in the world will be destroyed. This is common sense."
Michael's voice murmured: "I said you are immature. Since the world is destroyed, even if our bodies are destroyed, our spirits will always remain. How can we talk about destruction?"
"He's crazy." Ye Cheng said frankly.
This Michael is like a crazy person who has lost his normal logical ability and just wants to destroy everything.
As they walked forward, the white carpet came to an end.
At the end is a snow-white throne.
All around his throne stood those bare and white trees.
Michael sat on it and smiled like a child: "You are welcome to die!"
… …
The die falls into the hand with its side facing up.
It's like the trump card is revealed.
Three points are arranged in a "pin" shape on it.
Three words.
A bubble erupted from the dice and enveloped Raphael.
Gao Jin returned to his original appearance and said with a smile: "Then please stay here for a while."
He threw the dice in his hand: "My rule is - gambling. I am betting with you. If the dice comes out as one or six, I will be trapped. But if it is two, three, four, or five, it is Trapped you by time."
Raphael still looked at him so calmly: "It's not just that, right? You are a natural awakener of the law, otherwise it would be impossible to have such a coercive effect. It makes people have to bet with you. This kind of coercive ability, even if you are proficient in it, It’s not even possible.”
"I knew I couldn't defeat Lord Raphael." Gao performed the etiquette of the Gods. He has been among the Gods for the past four years, and has been informing the humans in mysterious ways. Otherwise, the casualties suffered by the human race will only be greater.
In the past four years, he has also learned a lot from the middle school gods, and even imitated the etiquette movements so perfectly.
"Human, stop your insulting imitation!" Raphael shouted angrily, his body glowing brightly. It's just that Gao Jin's gambling rules restricted him in a space-cutting manner. As a descendant of Gao Jin, Gao Jin's use of the rules is already quite skillful.
The movement of power has always been relative.
This restricted gambling method carries great risks.
The dice has six sides. Although it only accounts for two-quarters of the chance, for ordinary strong people, they will never choose such power. Although this kind of power is powerful, it is very uncontrollable. For them, the power that is completely in their hands, even if it is weak, is more powerful than this kind of uncontrolled but powerful and unstable power. Well, at least there won't be any surprises.
For example, if Gao Jin throws one or six, he will be directly trapped and staring, and can only watch Raphael chasing You Long and others.
However, trading with this kind of risk is a powerful space-cutting restriction.
Directly cutting up the space to confine and seal it is not a prison, so when Zeus was trapped inside, he could only wait for the time to come.
… …
I saw Raphael stretching out his hand.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh…
There seemed to be countless breaking wind sounds, but the breaking sounds only rang in Raphael's ears, but Gao Jin could not hear them. Gao Jin was also dumbfounded: "Are you crazy? If you force yourself to escape from the space like this, you will be injured by the turbulence of the space!"
In fact, it is not as simple as being injured.
No matter how powerful the body of the Protoss is, in the face of the turbulent cutting of space, Raphael's hand that forcefully stretches out the space has been cut off. It's just that the position of the severed arm continued to light up with green light, and the regeneration ability of the holy law directly caused his arm to slowly grow back.
With his newly grown arm, Raphael once again stretched out into the turbulent space.
It breaks again and stretches again.
He was like an immortal Xiao Qiang, constantly interfering with the cut out space.
This is not in vain. The result of countless broken arms is the rapid consumption of the space and time that was cut out. Gao Jin was shocked to find that the spatial confinement that could have held him for at least three hours could only last for about fifteen minutes under Raphael's desperate interference.
"You guy..." Gao Jin also looked at Raphael speechlessly, but Raphael was expressionless, as if the arm that was constantly being twisted was not his. In fact, his rogue and immortal fighting style naturally requires constant training. He has existed in the world for thousands of years, and his training in pain tolerance has reached the extreme. Even if he had to tear off his arm forcefully, I'm afraid he wouldn't even blink.
Raphael looked at Gao Jin seriously: "When I come out, you will be dead."