Chapter 93 Tides of Destiny

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Sitting properly and straightening his posture, Luke looked at the saint and belatedly greeted him with a good day.

Saint: "I came to talk to you about the devil."

Luke: "Wait a moment."

He took some melon seed and fruit tea and said, "Let's eat and talk."

In the afternoon, while enjoying the sunshine and eating sunflower seeds, everyone started talking about the devil.

Luke first mentioned that he had suffered a brief bout of vertigo. He valued his life very much. Although he had consulted a pharmacist, he did not forget to make an appointment with a saint to discuss whether he had any sequelae from the sword he struck at the Tree of Life.

"Luke."

The sunlight was blocked by a floating cloud. The saint called his name and suddenly changed the subject:

"Have you been to other dimensions?"

Luke's hand, which was cracking melon seeds, paused, and Quill looked over calmly.

The ferret continued to show off its melon seeds with its paws raised.

The saint had actually made this guess a long time ago.

In the past, Luke always mentioned that many wonderful ideas came from folk books, but the saint was well-read and had never read any of them. "Journey to the West" is the best example. Its content would not be unknown even during a publishing recession.

After the initial surprise, Luke admitted it easily.

It is because he is sure that he has enough strength that he has only started adapting the four great classics now.

This matter is not worth a saint's special trip.

Sure enough, the sage said, "Come with me to a place."

After several turns of the teleportation array, they left the Demon Realm and soon arrived at a place Luke had never expected.

The place in front of me is both familiar and unfamiliar.

The Demon King's pilgrimage, the Saint Maidens' duel, the former land of exile is the real victim, the landform has been changed again and again, and now it is almost flat.

Before he could even sigh for a second, Luke suddenly closed his eyes and looked around carefully.

Saint: “Do you feel it?”

Luka and Quill exchanged glances. Apart from the demonic energy, the space here was still chaotic, with many new cracks.

When the saint suddenly mentioned the plane, both sides naturally thought of the plane gate in the Land of Exile.

Once upon a time, when he was young, Luke was sent away from the gate of the plane by a feather pen.

The saint spoke solemnly, and started talking about business: "When I was raiding the Holy Court's treasury, I found some lost books. After reading them, I came up with a not-so-good guess. The altar has extremely high defense and carrying capacity. On the altar, perhaps the origin of the world can be ignited."

Luke's expression was truly moved.

Some fragmented details began to connect.

The nearby space was disordered, indicating that the door to the plane might have just been opened. The Demon King must have guessed earlier than the Saint that he had been to other planes.

The other party brought the altar here and then disappeared. It is very likely that he traveled through dimensions.

"Ignite the origin of the world."

Lujia pondered over this sentence again and again, and couldn't help but come up with a terrifying guess: "He wouldn't want to sacrifice other planes!"

Does the Demon King have such broad thinking?

For the first time, Luke was unsure of his own judgment.

It costs a lot to travel to other planes, and the retrograde process will accelerate aging. The reason why he had been able to live in peace for more than a decade was all thanks to his strong resistance to space and, most importantly, his physique as a magic loser.

But it’s different for the Demon King. Every extra day he stays will result in a huge consumption of his magic power.

Quill spoke at this time, and the coldness seeped into his eyes.

"With the altar's protection, perhaps he can hold on for a while longer. Don't forget that he has already sacrificed Princess Mary and the Curse Master's survivors."

No one knows the specific function of the altar except the holder. Maybe it can really help the devil find the origin of the world.

Once the sacrifice is successful, it is never a good thing.

He looked at Luke: "You suddenly felt dizzy, it might be the will of the world calling for help."

The latter still had residual lightning residue in his soul, which was obviously used as a medium to transmit signals.

Luke obviously thought of this possibility, and his mouth twitched.

It was really worth it.

When he looked up again and faced the fluctuating space, there was no trace of casualness on his face anymore.

From the perspective of the Demon King, the aura of the chess piece left by the Saint was about to reach the critical point, and his own strength and that of the Tree of Wisdom were soaring, so what lay ahead was death.

Sacrificing the plane may sound exaggerated and suicidal, but it is the only way to survive.

The wind blowing from the wasteland was somewhat heavy.

After an unknown amount of time, Luke made a decision: "I want to go back."

In a family of three, only one can survive. No matter for whom, the devil must die.

The will of the plane is not a fixed kind of thinking, but the unconscious gathering of some powerful souls after their annihilation. Under the operation of rules, it can occasionally produce thinking and judgment.

Now that I actively seek help, the rejection I feel should be much less, but it still exists.

The rules are irreversible and cannot be communicated. If you want to locate the existence of the Demon King, you have to rely on the Mandarin Duck Jade Pendant.

He immediately sent a message to the dwarf chief.

Saint: "When one is at the end of his rope, he is most likely to become crazy and radical. The Demon King is very dangerous now, and this matter needs further discussion."

"good."

This matter was of great importance, and the discussion was finally held in the form of a meeting at the Klin Tower.

When the sky falls, tall people are always the first to see it. Recently, everyone has obviously felt something unusual.

In the joint office building, the clan leaders of each tribe were present in person, rather than attending the meeting as ordinary representatives.

The atmosphere is solemn.

The saint shed his usual gentleness and explained the pros and cons of the altar on the spot.

"Most altars have their own curse effects. The Holy Court and the Curse Masters' Survivors had connections in the past. The curse effect of the altar is probably far greater than others."

The orc chief couldn't help but interrupt: "Even if the devil wants to curse, he should curse his son."

What does it have to do with world changes?

Luke: “…”

I thank you.

The Elf King glanced coldly at the Orc Chieftain and said, "Use your brain."

Once Luke gets into trouble, no one, including the elves and the dragon saints, will let the Demon King go.

What's more, there is an Undead Mage who is eyeing him covetously.

The devil wants to make the whole world his enemy.

"The Demon King wants to gain greater power through sacrifice, and the altar will also have an impact on the cultivation of this world."

The saint spoke again, his eyes swept across the clan leaders present, his smile was quite meaningful: "Once the devil has the most powerful power..."

The rest of the sentence was not finished, leaving it to them to fill in the blanks in their own imaginations.

In the short term, the altar's impact on the world is very limited, and legendary magicians will generally adopt a wait-and-see attitude, as long as it doesn't affect them.

So the latter one can be ignored.

But the former one is absolutely not allowed.

Obviously, the saint has accurately grasped the weak points of this group of people.

When the Demon King becomes the most powerful, he will inevitably block the way to success for other legendary magicians.

Not so with Luke. The concepts subtly conveyed in the movie and the actions shown in actual actions both prove that the other party is not a person who eats alone.

Word of mouth is sometimes very important.

When the other clan leaders were persuaded but still hesitant, the orc clan leader simply chose to stand in line first: "Tell us, what do you need us to do?"

The Centaur chief hesitated for a moment, then followed suit.

The other clan leaders discussed in low voices. The dragon clan had a strong aura and hummed casually. The clan leader who was about to sing a different tune was suppressed before he could even utter a word.

The meeting fell silent.

"I will separate my consciousness and go to another plane."

The saint made the final decision: "Please maintain the stability of the plane gate and guard the entrance. If the demon king appears, we will attack him together."

What a good way to attack in a group.

Everyone had a different look on their face.

If the Demon King comes back first, doesn't that mean the other party has been sacrificed? How could they be their opponents?

Wasn't this a suicide attack?

Under the saint's gentle appearance, his essence is stronger than the devil. He took out the contract scroll on the spot, warning everyone not to have any bad intentions.

Luke raised his eyebrows when he saw this. He had to admit that the saint was a very good person.

Instead of letting himself be the bad guy, he would just have to raise his hand and respond to the call later.

The quill pen was born with an evil spirit, and its understated tone was just enough for everyone present to hear clearly: "If he can't write, I can help him."

Letting the necromancer control the contract would be fatal.

Whether voluntary or forced, after some friendly discussions, all parties finally signed their names on the contract scroll.

The leader of the mermaid tribe took a deep breath and said to Luke, "Quick, call the journalists."

Whatever has been done must be recorded in history.

Taking photos, recording, and comforting the masses, none of these can be left out, in order to win fame during one’s lifetime and after one’s death.

Luke: “…”

After a day that will be remembered in history, everyone made detailed team allocations.

All the major forces still had internal affairs to arrange, and they all agreed to meet in a deserted place one day later.

That night, the night sky shone clearly on the ground, and the shadows below were infinitely elongated.

The expressions of those present were very serious. The dark elf leader squinted his eyes and looked at the sky: "I didn't expect there is another plane door here."

There are not many plane gates in the entire continent.

The dwarf chieftain has successfully repaired the jade pendant.

Luke, Quill, Dragon Clan, Elf King and Saint are the main force and are determined to go to another plane to find the Demon King.

The expressions of Luke and the others seemed much more indifferent than usual.

They are not here in person.

Grover and Denton are guarding the main body. Nowadays, even Luke has to use a puppet to carry his consciousness in order to travel through dimensions, rather than violently splitting his soul.

"Sure enough, being powerful is the original sin." Luke sighed.

He has lost the innate advantages of being a low-level magician.

Due to the suppression of the plane, they can only use weak magic power in another plane, and there is a possibility of backlash.

The same goes for the devil. Even with the protection of the altar, he cannot avoid suffering heavy losses.

Now, the general is picked from among the dwarfs, and in the end, the rookies are fighting each other.

"Where are the dragons and the Elf King?"

The agreed time has arrived, but Lujia has not seen the familiar figure yet.

The dark elf leader pointed the way expressionlessly.

Where I stretched my hand, a group of action figures were queuing up and walking out from under the tree.

Luke almost came up with a nursery rhyme: 'Under the big tree in front of the door, a group of ducks swam by.'

The Elf King and the Dragon Clan are born with strong physical bodies, so there are more restrictions. What is concentrated is the essence, and the carrier of their spiritual consciousness is made of the branches of the tree of wisdom, which is more spiritual.

If the more members there are, the greater the backlash and weakening will be, Luke might have witnessed a small army of figures.

He took inventory:

"Two, four, six, seven, eight."

There are eight figures in the figure army: the Elf Chief and an elder, and the others are dragons.

It was a very funny and cute scene, but unfortunately no one could laugh.

The leaders of the major forces guarding the gate of the plane were somewhat nervous. They hoped more than anyone else that Luke and the others would succeed, otherwise they would really have to fight to the death when the Demon King returned.

In the extremely tense atmosphere, only Quill was absent-minded.

He stood in the moonlight, slightly lost in thought.

This journey has an additional hidden meaning. At the intersection where their destinies briefly intersected and then diverged, they finally had the opportunity to walk through it together.

"Let's go." Feather Pen was the first to speak and break the silence.

The mist-like threads extending vertically upward from the hand bones tore open the hidden outer shell of the space, and the air seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice.

The outline of a door loomed. In the middle of the night, the space around the plane gate, which had just stabilized, began to fluctuate violently again.

Under the gaze of the crowd, several figures went towards the gate to the plane one after another.

The moonlight was cut off, and in the chaotic air flow, Luka slightly clenched his hand holding the feather pen.

He felt homesick when he was close to home; that world was like his second home.

He left with great success and is now returning on the verge of becoming a god.

Luke couldn't help but ask himself, he gave up his house in the city center and millions of savings in exchange for an extremely caring love partner, countless supporters and a precious opportunity to become a god.

Is all this really worth it?

God, please tell him the answer.

Boom!

A blue light flashed before his eyes, and Luke's expression changed.

Why did you chop him again?

…

After being struck the second time, Luke had some experience and made sure that his consciousness was safe, so he did not resist.

The body is numb.

He was not sure whether he should continue to hold the quill in his hand. The transmission process of the plane gate was much more uncomfortable than the teleportation array. There were whirlpools and cosmic dust everywhere. Not to mention opening his mouth, his body seemed to be floating on the stormy sea.

Luke tried his best to stay awake.

He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he saw a little light finally appear in the distance. Then he became unconscious and passed out completely.

The space storm is over.

On a summer day just after dusk, several figures suddenly appeared on an abandoned construction site.

The advantage of having wings was demonstrated. At the moment when the plane crossing ended, the Hurricane Dragon landed steadily in the air without stumbling.

The rest of them first eased the spatial impact brought about by the plane crossing before calmly observing the surrounding environment.

The building has a strange square style and there are piles of cement and sand not far away.

Their first reaction was that there was danger in the city. Otherwise, why are there half-built and abandoned buildings?

"Where's Luke?" Leo asked.

The next second, Quill's eyes were seen looking gloomy.

There was a pile of broken gears on the ground.

Luke... is broken.

The quill confirmed that there were no soul residues in the fragments, so Luke should be fine at the moment.

Why is it that Luke is the only one in trouble?

What did he do wrong to be targeted repeatedly?

The coldness almost spread from his eyes to his soul. Quill half-knelt down and checked the pile of gears.

The puppet that Luka possessed was made by him personally. The bone pieces and mandarin duck jade pendant that were specially inserted were missing, and should have disappeared along with Luka's consciousness.

"Let's go find him first." There was his scent on the bone fragment, so it was not difficult to track him.

The demon-hunting team quickly left the construction site.

There was nothing dangerous in the city, and a child rode by on two wheels nearby.

Suddenly, a strange-looking person appeared. The child braked suddenly, but was caught in time by a pair of big hands and did not fall.

The saint was slightly moved when he saw this.

The true love that the saint refused to believe in until her death changed a cruel necromancer's attitude towards living beings.

Quill said gently, "Same as Luke, with black hair."

People in this world have many good looks.

The saint gave him a deep look.

This is why it is so enjoyable to help others.

In fact, the real purpose of the quill pen is what the child is wearing on his hand, which is a completely miniature version of a mechanical clock, and he can pick up a handful of gold coins on the spot.

"I'll trade this with you."

The child burst into tears.

Quill said coldly: "You have to change it even if you don't want to."

The saint sighed, walked up to the child and said in a soothing tone, "Please change it."

There was a hint of suggestion in his tone, telling the other party to go home immediately and to pay attention to safety issues.

Under the gaze of a group of weirdos, the child nodded and immediately pedaled like a fire wheel, speeding all the way, and vowed never to sneak into the construction site to take risks again.

Quill checked the dial: "7:14 p.m."

Grover swung his dragon's tail and made a rigorous estimate: "We must leave before this time four days from now."

They didn't even have a week.

The strong feeling of plane suppression was very uncomfortable, and the backlash from the earlier planes on the timeline was far beyond their imagination.

Once the critical point is exceeded, this part of consciousness will be annihilated, causing irreversible damage to the main body.

Night did not fall after dusk. There was a faint blood color in the clouds. Although it was summer, there was suspicious frost on the vegetation.

As they hurried on their way, everyone's expressions gradually became solemn.

The will of the plane is becoming weaker, and I'm afraid the Demon King is already trying to ignite the origin of the world.

In all aspects, they don't have much time left.

After crossing a block, the world appears in a minimalist microcosm.

The high-rise buildings and busy roads are now past the peak period and there are no more office workers rushing back and forth. The bars and night markets are just beginning to become lively.

Everything is strange and new.

In such a tight schedule, it does not affect the heartache index.

Quill: "With such a huge difference in environment, Luke must have had a hard time."

The dragons and larks nodded at the same time.

They had already guessed that Luke came from another dimension, but they didn't point it out like the saints did. Just before this departure, the other party specially sorted out the language and literature of this world and sent it to the rest of the people.

Only by being well prepared can you communicate with your children without any communication barriers.

At this moment, they began to feel sorry for Luke's difficulties.

saint:"……"

How do you express your emotions anytime and anywhere?

“What a beautiful cosplayer!”

A low scream was heard, and then more gazes were cast over. The saint was about to cast a shielding spell. Suddenly I remembered that every time I used magic in the low-magic world, I would suffer severe backlash.

They can only speed up their pace and get out of the circle of attention.

Quill didn't have time to pay attention to the overall situation. He could feel that Luke was nearby.

The lark possessed by the Elf King spoke in a clever voice: "There are many people gathered in the northwest, and it seems that someone mentioned Luke's name."

A group of figures flying in the sky were too conspicuous, so they could only land on the shoulders of the saint and the feather pen respectively. The scene was quite funny.

Fortunately, there are many people who are addicted to their phones now, so it is not too conspicuous in the night.

To the northwest is a huge fountain square, which connects to the school district to the north and the People's Hospital to the south.

At this moment, many people gathered in the square, each of them with their heads slightly lowered and serious, and flowers and small gifts were piled on the curbstones at the edge.

The baby-faced leader had a sad expression on his face: "Today is the first anniversary of Luke's accident."

The small group that was passing by hurriedly stopped in their tracks.

"…Since the brain damage is so extensive, he unfortunately has become a vegetable, but I believe that Luke will wake up! Let us pray for him together and hope that he can survive this disaster."

The speed of time flow in the two worlds is somewhat different. Here, Luke was struck by lightning a year ago.

Not long after he got into trouble, the boss of the company he had reported for crimes just received his final judgment. This boss had committed many evil things, and his revelation caused the hidden Luke to return to the public eye.

He has no parents and was doing charity work even when he was at his lowest point. Despite his good looks, he was forced to become a paparazzi. After all the hardship, he was struck by lightning.

His absurd but hard-working life attracted the sympathy of many people.

After he became a vegetable, everyone started loving him.

"elder brother--"

The sudden shout startled the nearby feather pens and others.

"Brother, you have to get better."

Next to it was a small banner that read "Come on, brother."

"Thank you, brother, for protecting my sister."

"He also protected my brother!"

What about brother and sister?

While the feather pen was considering the possibility of having the same name, the hurricane dragon shook its wings slightly and pointed to the newsstand not far away.

The design of the newsstand was very similar to that of the Holy Demon Continent. The dimness did not affect their vision, and they could see Luke's photo published on it at a glance.

Not only that, the music played by the nearby roadside stalls was very familiar. Although the voice was a bit mature, the Elf King would be able to recognize Luke's voice even if it turned into ashes.

These songs have recently become popular again thanks to short video editing, and small vendors are playing them a lot.

Some of the things Luke wrote when he was a paparazzi were compiled into an autobiography by his former agent.

He left a will after he became an adult, stating that if something unexpected happened one day, his former agent could help deal with his property as a way of repaying the other party for his kindness.

The books are currently on sale, and the funds will be used to establish a Luke Foundation to help children in need.

At the scene, media and marketing accounts were all present to record videos.

The baby-faced man standing in the front continued, "On the first anniversary, kind-hearted people from all over the world recorded blessing videos specifically for Luke. We believe that this kind of heart will definitely be conveyed to him."

I don't know who took the lead, but everyone held hands and sang songs of blessing.

The saint mused, "No wonder the devil is so eager to sacrifice this world."

He probably felt like he was stuck in a maze and that he met passers-by everywhere he went.

“…”

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Excerpt from Luke's diary:

I will never pretend again in my next life!

Wait, did I say that?

Alex: It's not you who's wrong, it's the world.

Today I am a hard-working person. I wrote about time travel in one go, and randomly dropped 100 time travel red envelopes~