From the position of the Screaming Woods, looking into the distance, one can vaguely see that the fighting in the city is still going on.
With the transfer of a large number of people from the Order of God, it has been difficult for the remaining wizards of Deep Blue Castle to suppress the wizards of the Revenge Alliance who were besieged in the city. The situation that originally had an advantage was gradually regained by the wizards of the Revenge Alliance. At this time, fierce competition was going on. in the melee.
Nearby, Franklin was suspended in the air, still talking to Richard, while Richard stood on the ground and listened calmly without saying a word.
As he was talking, Franklin noticed that the atmosphere was a little subtle. He suddenly stopped talking, closed his mouth and looked at Richard without saying a word.
The atmosphere was more subtle this time.
There were many members of the Supreme Order in the sky and Richard standing on the ground. The air between the two groups seemed to be a mixture of ten thousand emotions.
Franklin's eyes flickered, and the expression on his face was uncertain. He stared at Richard, unsure of what to do.
It stands to reason that since Richard can kill Muse quickly, it is definitely not difficult to kill this group of people. The wisest thing for them to do now is to escape.
However, this behavior may seem wise, but upon analysis, it may not be the best choice.
On the one hand, behind them, a war related to the situation on the east coast in the next few hundred years is going on. Once they escape, who can guarantee that Richard will not intervene? Once Richard intervenes, the long-term plan will come to nothing, and the organization's punishment will definitely be more serious than death. In that case, they might as well stop Richard.
On the other hand, if they really take action against Richard, they may not necessarily fail. Richard did kill Muse and proved his strength, but Richard's current condition is not very good. To be precise, he looks extremely weak.
This may be the opportunity.
Franklin thought.
Franklin's guess was correct. Richard was indeed very weak now, not because of any injuries, but because of the huge consumption of the "World-Destroying Gloves".
Before using the "World-Destroying Gloves", a single finger attack was a huge burden on the free energy reserves in Richard's body. Now using the complete functions of the "World-Destroying Gloves", it almost killed Richard's entire body. People drained.
At this time, Richard was standing on the ground, supporting the injured Pandora, but his face was paler than Pandora's, his body was swaying slightly, and his weakness could not be concealed. Even if you hold a short energy-storing staff in one hand to quickly replenish your energy, you can't fully recover in just a few breaths.
Franklin in the sky looked at Richard for a long time and felt that his guess was correct. He further probed: "Boy, are you a little scared now and regret going against us? Do you know that you know how to go against us?" There is only a dead end? Do you understand that you cannot resist us? If you really understand, maybe I can give you a chance to survive? "
At this point, Franklin paused, waiting for Richard's answer, and was ready to take action without hesitation whenever Richard asked "what is the opportunity?"
But Richard didn't do that. He raised his face slightly and looked at Franklin suspended in the sky. His eyes were as calm as ever, with no fear or panic, but just a little anger in the deepest part.
The next moment, Richard spoke, looking at Franklin and the many wizards around Franklin, and spoke slowly. The tone was very calm, as if he was simply telling a truth or a fact: "
In fact, I know you very well without you having to tell me. I know that you are very powerful, very mysterious, have many amazing methods, and your strength is immeasurable. Therefore, you can destroy the Black Spirit Empire without leaving any traces, you can destroy White Rock City and take away tens of thousands of lives, and now you are preparing to use a trap to clean up all the wizards on the entire east coast.
I don't know what you want to do, and the rest of you should be equally confused. But in fact, knowing your purpose, there is nothing you can do to stop it.
The previous Black Spirit Empire gathered all the strength of the country to stop you, but failed and destroyed the country. Hundreds of wizards in the White Stone Tower tried to stop you, but they failed and were flattened with meteorites. Now there are thousands of wizards on the entire east coast trying to stop you. Although they haven't failed yet, they seem to be not far away from failure. If it weren't for me, they might all be dead now.
With so many examples, I don’t want to stop you.
On the one hand, I don't like trouble. On the other hand, I have my own things to do. Therefore, even if I have a conflict with you, I will avoid it when I can, and hide when I can.
But having said that, this does not mean that you can act recklessly and do anything.
I don't want to stop you, and I can't stop you are two different things.
You know, in my opinion, you are indeed powerful enough to use "god" in the name of your organization and call it Shenhui. It can indeed represent a certain supreme order, called supreme order. You can feel confident calling others ants.
But... I have something that I really want to say to you. That is, you may be powerful, but..."
Having said this, Richard paused briefly, looked at Franklin and many others, and said it. There was a rare anger in his tone. It was the anger that he had been obstructed intentionally or unintentionally by the other party, the anger that he had always felt towards the other party's wanton behavior, the anger that he had always felt towards the other party as being arrogant, and even more so the anger that Pandora was hurt by the disaster.
In winter, the afternoon sunshine is very warm, but suddenly it cools down, and the rays of sunshine seem to turn into knives, cutting the whole world open. The dust on the ground was swept up into the air by the sudden whirlwind, hit into beams of light, and shattered instantly.
Richard spoke up and said word by word: "You may be powerful, but in my eyes, you are nothing!"
What a thing!
what!
thing!
West!
The sound spread through the air, and Richard said seriously: "Yes, who do you think you are? You are indeed powerful, but are you powerful enough to change the laws of physics? You are indeed superior, but what are you calling me? Are there any essential differences between people who are bugs? Have you experienced the baptism of super-era philosophy, or have your souls been transformed? What I see is that you are fighting in the same way and using the same thinking as everyone else. Thinking.
The amazing knowledge does not play any more role in your hands, and the powerful spells do not make you far beyond ordinary people.
What qualifications do you have to be superior to others? In fact, you are no different from the people you kill, they are just a swarm of ants.
Not long ago, someone asked me to kill you, but I didn't agree because it was too troublesome and it didn't make sense. But now, I think it doesn’t matter if it’s a little troublesome, and it’s not bad to do some meaningless things occasionally. Just like those exquisite works of art, which require a lot of effort and do not contribute to the advancement of science and technology, they at least help their creators to show what they want to express. "
"Do you know what I'm thinking about right now?" Richard looked at Franklin and said.
"What...what?" Franklin said subconsciously.
"It's very simple." Richard replied. He took out the black iron mask of the Black Spirit King from the space iron ring and put it on his face. "That is, I want you to die."
"Click!"
With a soft sound, the black iron mask was firmly placed on Richard's face, and a shocking momentum suddenly burst out.