Chapter 27
"Isius..."
Luo Jie's pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly remembered the past.
Just one word away, he almost thought he saw Brother Xiu's name.
There are too many people with the same name in other worlds. Over the past thousands of years, he has met countless people named "Xius".
However, even so he was not used to it. Whenever he heard the name, he would always look back, thinking he would see an old friend.
Seven heroes came into this world, six of them disappeared mysteriously, leaving only him.
It started with Brother Xiu, then it was Chen Lingxi, then Wang Changer, then Ye Qingyi, Justin, and Mingjie. Almost all of them disappeared in the subspace.
To be honest, this is not surprising, because most of the powerful humans disappeared in the subspace. Apart from the subspace, there are not many existences in this world that can threaten them. The powerful people disappeared in the subspace, some were in accidents, some were in danger, and some were in unknown circumstances, and they might not appear until hundreds or thousands of years later.
The time and space of the subspace is inherently chaotic. The time you measure on the mainland is basically inconsistent with the time experienced by individuals in the subspace. Some people disappear for thousands of years, but come back and say they only experienced one day in there. This kind of thing happens from time to time.
Luo Jie was not too worried about Wang Chang'er, Ye Qingyi and the others, because they were strong enough and might find their way back on their own. He was worried about Xiu Ge and Justin, who were of low level and probably had no ability to protect themselves.
“…”
Roger lowered his eyes, pondered for a few minutes, and thought to himself, this must be a coincidence. Xiu has no talent for magic and basically no magic power. How could he become Matros' student? They are completely unrelated.
It’s true, when people get old, they can’t help but miss the past.
The Goddess of Harmony was right in reminding us not to be too obsessed. It’s time to say goodbye to the past.
Roger lowered his head, pursed the corners of his mouth, and suddenly remembered the advice of the Goddess of Harmony.
He said, "The method to restore your declining strength may be in a certain universe in the subspace. If you want to regain your heyday, you can go there and try. But you must know the risks. If something unexpected happens to you, there will be no more heroes on the continent."
The advice of the Goddess of Harmony is always correct. The only question is whether you can do it. Maybe it seems that the advice she gives you is radical, but it is indeed reasonable advice.
If it were other gods, they might not even be able to give any advice.
The Goddess of Harmony suggested this more than a thousand years ago, but Roger has been delaying the implementation until now.
Maybe he values his life. Unlike Ye Qingyi, he is not so keen on pursuing the truth and risking his life.
Between dying in battle with great fanfare and dying quietly from old age, Roger would choose the latter. When people get old, they really can't stand the torment.
He was not originally the type of person who could become a great man.
In reality, his job is just an ordinary video editor. His life has nothing to do with passion. The most exciting thing in life is to edit a video that makes many people feel excited.
Those grand and highly anticipated events were completely on two parallel lines with his gray life living in a rented house in a big city.
He never thought that he would become a hero who saves the world one day, nor did he have such an idea. At most, he would have some unconscious moments of being a middle school student when playing games.
The more you come into contact with society, the more you will understand that reality and ideal are completely parallel lines.
I never expected that when I traveled through another world, the parallel lines would intersect and overlap, but in the end...
Luo Jie's eyes suddenly dimmed and he felt complicated.
He still thinks that parallel lines must be parallel lines, and people should not force themselves to do things that are essentially unsuitable for them. Some things are even beyond their capabilities.
Although, he is still doing it now.
He laughed at himself in his heart, "I still don't follow my heart enough after getting so far. If you knew, you would definitely laugh at me."
He is just an ordinary man, but he tries to force himself to be a hero, pretending to be so for thousands of years, enjoying the worship and admiration of countless people. Isn't this hypocrisy?
Roger sighed.
This is the last time. After this, I will really retire and will not come out again no matter who calls me.
Yes, we should make sure that no one knows his means of contact, so that no one can reach him no matter how hard they try.
He would find a place with mountains and lakes, raise a few gentle monsters, or cats and dogs, go fishing all day long, living a comfortable and worry-free life, and then go to the abyss to look for people every one or two years.
Now that humanity is gradually rising, there have been several powerful people who can rival the true Gods, and soon there will be no need for old antiques like him.
It's time to step down and make more space for young people.
The waves behind push the waves ahead.
As Roger looked through the information, he imagined his retirement life.
As for this Duke Feynman...
Roger looked at the intelligence records and fell into deep thought.
The Oss Empire was a military state, a state founded on military power, and had a tradition of recording all kinds of things as intelligence. Intelligence showed that Duke Feynman had lived an unremarkable life. Although he was a duke, he did not do much, and his family had long since declined. However, more than a decade ago, Feynman awakened overnight, as if he had opened up his Ren and Du meridians, and reached level 72 in just one year.
It is difficult for humans to level up, and most people are stuck below level 50 and find it difficult to advance. People who have reached level 70 or above are a minority in any country. Level 70 or above is a major watershed, meaning that you have begun to embark on the path to transcendence.
It is obviously not normal for Duke Feynman to have reached level 70 or above. It is impossible for him to have reached that level by his own strength.
Roger remained silent and drank his tea calmly. He also saw that Feynman had just invited Isius, but Isius refused.
The Ottoman Empire is a class society, and if ordinary citizens refuse the invitation of the nobles, something serious might happen.
But Isius is Matros' student. In a sense, this status is comparable to that of a king of a country. You, a mere duke, are naturally no match for Matros' student.
But what did Feynman invite Isius to do? Was he targeting Isius?
If something happens to Isius in the imperial city, given Matros's temper, he will probably never let the Os Empire off easily.
Several intelligence agents were waiting behind Roger, being extremely respectful and not daring to breathe loudly.
The heroes are all living legends, and few people can remain calm in the face of legends. Moreover, the hero Roger is the last hero, and there are only a few legendary treasures left in the human race.
The brave Rogerken extended a helping hand to the Os Empire, which was a great act of kindness and righteousness.
After reading the intelligence, Roger turned to them and said, "Send someone to protect Isius immediately, and try not to disturb him."
"yes!"
"There is something fishy about Duke Feynman, but we have no evidence at the moment. Send someone to monitor him first, and be careful not to alert the enemy. If he is an apostle of the alien god, he will definitely be exposed."
The intelligence officer nodded repeatedly.
After they all left, the room fell silent.
Not knowing what he was thinking, Roger took out a dagger from the void.
The blade is blue-black, with several magic stones embedded on the back of the blade.
These magic stones all come from great demons above level 95, and are magic cores formed from their life-long magic power.
Three thousand years ago, the weapon-refining master Afir created this god-level dagger and gave it to him, telling him that this dagger could both kill gods and push people toward immortality.
What does "Pushing to Undeadness" mean? It means that if you stab the dagger into your heart, you can enter the Trial of the Undead.
If you fail the trial, you die.
If you succeed in the trial, you will be revitalized, regain your vitality, or even become immortal.
Regardless of whether Roger's current strength can pass the Undead Trial, what he is hesitant about is becoming an undead.
He always felt that people must have an end and cannot become monsters without an end.
He also did not have the confidence that he could remain rational and endure the years without becoming abnormal or crazy.
In Roger's cognition, what is more maddening than the indescribable things in the sub-space is time.
Regardless, this is definitely the last time.
Luo Jie stood up and fixed his eyes on the imperial city.
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The other party.
Feynman, who had not received any news from Andre, looked gloomy and gradually felt that something was wrong.
He felt that Andre was most likely dead.
But let me ask, who in the empire could kill Andrei silently?
Feynman thought of a few people sporadically, and they were all extremely troublesome.
He was a little angry and couldn't help but curse: "Andre you are a loser, you are leaving now? Is this all your Freedom Alliance has done?"
But it was useless for him to curse, because Andre was indeed dead. In theory, the undead who passed the trial of immortality would not die, but he happened to meet Moragos.
How to deal with the rules? The answer is to override the rules, that's all.
Feynman knew nothing about it, but after a few seconds his expression changed to a different one, with a pointed chin, snake-like vertical pupils, and he looked like a monster, and indeed a monster.
It suddenly laughed, and several voices overlapped, as if several people were talking at the same time, some voices were low, some were sharp, accompanied by overlapping sounds like the wailing of evil spirits.
"Haha, it doesn't matter if there are no helpers. Those who are destined to die will still die. The Os Empire has been targeted by the great one. No one can stop the coming of the kingdom of God."
"All who live must die."
"No matter how hard you struggle, you can't escape this fate!"
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At the same time, on the roadside of the Imperial City Street.
“Is this what He eats?”
Before going back, Hughes was about to buy some bird food, but when he looked down, he saw that the birds were already eating.
The gray cat lay on the basket, using its paws to break off something to feed the birds.
Feeding a little at a time is a bit like playing with the bird, but it also seems like I'm afraid the bird will choke, so I can only feed it a little at a time.
The black thing in His hand looked like a steamed bun, but when He touched it, it was hard and seemed difficult to bite.
This bird tastes really special.
In fact, it was because Persia was afraid that the black bird would choke if it ate too much, because this guy's body could no longer support the divinity.
The blackbird ate with great difficulty, unable to express its pain.
Zeus looked at the bird, afraid that it would be cold, so he gathered the corners of the cloth around it, wrapped it tightly, checked its body temperature, and made sure it was warm.
The black bird was about to scream, and thought to itself: You, you shouldn’t be so gentle to me!
The gray cat rolled his eyes. He was nice to you, but you don't want it? Get well and get out of here soon, or I'll eat you!
The black bird was chirping in its heart, looking totally unimpressed.
This look of wanting to move but being unable to do so is inexplicably cute.
Its body is actually only the size of a fist, a little fat, with small eyes, a small pointed beak, short legs, and thick feathers. When it stands up, it must look like a fat bird, but it's a pity that its wings are broken, making it look broken and pitiful.
Not to mention Zeus, who would not try to treat such an injured bird if they saw it on the road?
Zeus carried the cat and the bird back to the antique shop. During the process, the gray cat said that the bird was left to his care and he would find a way to take good care of it, but whether the bird could recover depended on the bird itself.
Especially His life force.
"good."
Zeus nodded, looking relieved, but actually still a little worried because the bird still couldn't talk.
I always feel that... He has damaged his origin, such as the magic core or something like that. Even if he barely survives, he will never be as healthy as before, especially since one of his wings may be permanently lame.
If I had powerful magic, could I save Him?
Xiusi suddenly felt that he was not strong enough and thought that he still needed to level up. Only by raising his level could he find resources for the cubs and solve the various problems they encountered, including rescuing this roadside bird.
A few minutes later.
Zeus pushed open the door of the antique shop and saw that the red cat on the table seemed to have grown bigger, its fur had become longer and fluffy, and its tail had turned slightly purple. It seemed as if it had just eaten something and had burped. After eating, it lay down to sleep with its eyes squinted. When it saw people coming back, it opened its eyes wide.
Xius was a little surprised and turned around and asked, "Can you find food for yourself?"
The gray cat nodded, indicating to his father not to worry about their food problem. After all, they had lived in the abyss for thousands of years. The human world would not be a problem for them at all. It would be easy for them to find something to eat.
"But you have to be careful not to eat other people's food."
Xiu Si reminded. Most things in the human world have owners, and if you eat something carelessly, the owner will come to you.
The black bird was half dead, but I couldn't help but think that these guys didn't just eat other people's food, they even ate "people". Not long ago, they even swallowed up the Kingdom of Light.
The gray cat nodded vigorously, and its well-behaved and clever appearance was so adorable.
"good."
Zeus glanced at the clock. It was 1:30 in the afternoon. It looked like he couldn't help, so he just focused on practicing magic.
By the way, I need to allocate the extra achievement points from last time and put more points into magic talent.
Xius leveled up very slowly, so slowly that he was suspected to be the slowest leveler in the entire human race. If Wang Changer was given 10 achievement points, he could level up directly to level 3, but even 1 level might not be enough.
The Creator profession is more useless than you can imagine. If you don’t have enough patience, you will probably collapse in the first year of traveling to another world.
But now that he's here, besides... it's thanks to his profession as a creator that he can create so many cubs.
There is happiness in every pain.
Zeus opened the game panel and slowly refined Pald's model, and the specific values still needed to be debugged.
The Palder in the illustration is still sleeping. Among the many illustrations, only He is colorful and has a level marked.
It is level 1 of the initial state.
After the bird is cured, if the bird is willing, I would like to let it be a playmate with its cub. I think it would be very cute if they were close together.
Hughes thought about it and unconsciously shaped the model to be similar.
At this time, the new God of Light did not know that his old enemy was right next to his father. He just felt vaguely uneasy and had a sense of crisis.
Leveling up is boring. Zeus adjusted the model repeatedly and overturned it several times. He thought to himself, I was supposed to be more majestic, but why did I become more and more cuter? In the abyss, being cute will get you bullied.
Hughes was a little introspective. In addition, when he created a baby, he didn't care about gender, but he would have some references. Perhaps he was influenced by some ideas and believed that beauty transcends gender.
Moreover, the immortal species does not need to reproduce, so he has no consideration of gender when creating offspring. Secondly, Xiusi believes that his own children have the right to choose the gender of their children, rather than just letting the parents create them the way they want. So, it is still necessary to leave blank space when necessary, right?
When it was almost finished, Hughes took a closer look at the finished product, paying special attention to the details of the hair.
He is also a fan of furry things. His idea of a bird is fluffy fur. It would be best if he could bury himself in the fur. Just thinking about it makes him feel comfortable.
Xius was quite satisfied. He was particularly focused when he was doing the weighting. He was so focused that he almost forgot himself. When he came to his senses, he realized that three hours had passed.
The pent-up fatigue has come up to a greater or lesser extent.
But his hard work paid off. He flipped through the books again and again, feeling very satisfied and couldn't wait to see the little cub become active.
Xiu Si looked again and found that he was now level 25 with a level experience value of 118/125. This professional operation increased his experience by 8.
At present, each achievement point is equal to 10 experience points. After deducting the achievement points used in other places, the remaining 5 achievement points are added to the level. The level has broken through and upgraded to level 26, with an experience value of 21/135. Thanks to the achievement point bonus, otherwise his upgrade speed would be greatly reduced. Although he doesn't know where these achievement points come from.
Well, that's about it.
After temporarily closing the game panel, Zeus looked back into the store and moved his gaze to the table, only to see two cats surrounding a bird, poking it with their claws again and again, as if to say, "Stop moving, what's wrong?"
Xiu immediately sat up and took a closer look.
The bird in the basket was really motionless, as stiff as if it had been frozen for decades, even the hair on its wings was straight.
"Isn't it almost ready?"
Hughes looked at the gray cat.
The gray cat was a little discouraged and said there was nothing he could do about it, it all depended on the bird itself.
Forcibly accommodating the divine nature when the divine body is badly damaged is itself an extremely risky thing.
This generation of the God of the Underworld was plotted against before he was born, and was constantly hunted after he was born. He was extremely unlucky. I'm afraid that none of the gods in the sky are as unlucky as him. It is predictable that he cannot accommodate himself now.
Life and death are determined by fate. Sometimes you have to give up when you should.
The gray cat felt a little upset. Although he didn't like this guy, he didn't hate him either. After a few rounds of quarrels, he didn't want this guy to die.
The God of the Underworld finally had an interesting consciousness, and it's a pity that it's gone now.
Hughes looked at the black bird in silence for a long time, then suddenly turned to the gray cat and said, "You still have a way, right?"
The red cat looked at the gray cat, this time neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
The gray cat was silent, then nodded.
Hughes: "Tell me what to do."
The black bird was frozen in place, thinking that it was going to die. Its divine body was totally unable to withstand the terrifying power of the godhead and was about to explode and die.
But in the dim light, He seemed to see a person at a very close distance.
Then, His all-important consciousness, His true self—was touched by the other.
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At the same time, in the subspace, a chaotic universe.
Beelzebub suddenly turned around, stared at Eliog not far away, and asked: "By the way, why did you three make the contract with the Os Empire..."
Eliorg stopped and answered directly: "Of course it's because I know that the alien god will descend in the Os Empire."
Beelzebub expectedly said, "Really?"
Eliorg: "The subspace is too chaotic and it's easy to get lost. It's best to have a 'land' when you go to the subspace, so you can stand firmly and confirm where you are, so you don't forget your location."
Beelzebub said simply, "It seems that your goal from the beginning was to seize the kingdom of the gods from other worlds."
Eliorg was not good at space magic, which was one of the most difficult magics. Among them, apart from Agares, Bachin, who ranked 18th, was the best at space magic. Bachin had gone to the subspace two thousand years ago, and then there were other compatriots who could use space magic. Only they who could not use space magic were still on the mainland.
Eliog explained: "We thought our father was in the warp, so we wanted to occupy a kingdom of God to find him."
"really."
Beelzebub's answer was neither salty nor bland.
Eliog glanced at him subtly, "Didn't you think your father was in the warp before?"
Beelzebub: “I think.”
Eliog frowned: "Why don't you look for it in the subspace?"
Beelzebub said: "The subspace is too vast. If we search without any clues, the probability of finding anything is almost zero."
Eliorg understood quickly, "So you want to... find the god who plotted against your father first."
Beelzebub directly affirmed: "Yes, that is the fastest way. Anyway, you are also looking for the subspace, so I won't join in the fun."
Eliorg looked into the distance and said, "It is indeed faster this way, but you didn't find many clues."
Beelzebub's face darkened and he snorted coldly.
Eliorg turned his head and continued to ask: "Is it so difficult to find clues about Him?"
Beelzebub was silent for a moment, then said, "Another way to say God's power is miracle. A miracle is something that happens suddenly without any warning or signs. To use the words of human detective novels, it is a perfect crime."
Eliorg was a little incredulous. "I mean, you haven't read detective novels in recent years, have you?"
Beelzebub glanced at Eliog, because what he was told was right. He had infiltrated the human literary world over the years and met many writers under a pseudonym, some of whom wrote detective novels.
The development trajectory of human history is always similar. What should happen will happen, and what will happen will happen. It is just a matter of time, because human nature is the same. No matter how the same ingredients are stir-fried, the final taste is still related to the ingredients.
Unless you are a pervert, you must use other spices to completely wipe out the original flavor of the ingredients.
Some gods have this interest. Rather than raising humans as food, they prefer to use humans as toys.
Eliorg smiled and said, "It sounds good to go to the human world for further study, but in the end there is still no progress."
They, their compatriots, always habitually compete with each other, even if they have now become "accomplices".
Beelzebub was silent, the shadows on his brows deepened, as if he was irritated, but the emotions he displayed were very stable.
Eliog stared at Him out of the corner of his eye, and was surprised that Beelzebub didn't get angry. He suddenly said seriously, "There are no clues, which means that the god who plotted against my father is too extraordinary and difficult to find. But the past is the past, and the present is the present. We may not be able to find clues in the past, but we can create clues now."
Beelzebub knew what Eliog wanted to say. It was a simple matter. If someone you killed suddenly came back to life one day, how would you feel as the murderer?
Can you hold still? Can you do nothing?
What if the person who is still alive knows your identity? Aren't you afraid of being exposed?
Wouldn't you like to do it again, to make sure your identity isn't revealed?
So -
Eliorg said with a serious expression, "He will appear sooner or later. He will get close to father again. We can catch him then."
Beelzebub nodded, "I guess you've learned a lot in the human world."
Eliorg turned around and smiled, his green eyes shining with coldness, "What do you think? The essence of war is gambling. Among all my compatriots, I am the one who is most closely connected to the battlefield."
Beelzebub paused and thought that was indeed the case.
Each of their compatriots has his own field of focus and different interests and hobbies. After leaving the abyss, they scattered. Some are in the subspace, some are in the human continent, some went to the kingdom of God of other races, and some even became kings.
The waiting time is too long, so long that if they don’t do something, they will feel bored, so they always have to find something to focus on.
For Eliog, that was war, observing the various wars taking place on the continent.
However, we have observed enough here. The God from another world is about to come and bring His crazy kingdom to the human world.
Eliog turned around and said, "Put aside the gods from other worlds and go back first. Although Vashak is here, Moragos and Inposs are not that reliable, especially since they are all cats now. Once they get used to it, they will be assimilated by their size. I am not at ease leaving my father to them."
Beelzebub agreed, "Okay."
"By the way, do you remember where to go back to?"
Eliog suddenly turned around and asked.
Beelzebub was puzzled and said, "Didn't you remember it?"
Eliorg: “?”
What?
Beelzebub's expression changed slightly.
Eliorg's face was dark, and he cursed, "Fuck, Beelzebub, you bastard! You want to go this way by yourself, but you don't remember the location!"
Beelzebub was also stunned. He seemed to have forgotten something. Four thousand years ago, he had a conflict with the goddess of luck and was cursed by her that "he would forget very important things at critical moments." So many years had passed and he almost forgot about it.
But it's too late to remember now. They don't even know the location, so it's difficult to go back.
Moreover, the speed of time in the subspace may not be the same as that in the real world. What if it takes more than a hundred years to go back, wouldn't my father's side be occupied by other compatriots?
No, we have to find the location quickly!
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at the same time.
I don't know how long it took, but a young white bird was in the vast unconscious, rising and falling, floating in the air, as if it felt the warmth from all things.
He heard the laughter of a family that was finally reunited, the laughter and chatter of good friends traveling together and sharing their joy... The beauty of the world slowly unfolded in His mind like a scroll.
He also heard many voices thanking Him.
Many people praise the light and thank it for all the good things it brings. Countless people pray to it, hoping that the light will gently descend on the world, so that the weather will be fine and sunny all year round, and the crops will grow smoothly and produce a good harvest.
He felt the love from all things and wanted to respond with love to all things.
He will be a light that benefits countless races and receive praise from all creation.
His father also hoped so. He wanted to listen to his father and be a good and loving child.
The young god smiled in his heart, and then his big eyes gradually opened, shining brightly and golden, so beautiful.
He knew that he was in the illustrated box.
This is a small space that can just accommodate Him. It is neither too wide nor too narrow. Although it is an enclosed space, it somehow gives Him a sense of security, like his own nest.
The boxes other than his were all gray. He had seen them last time. Those boxes should have contained his compatriots, but those compatriots were gone, so the boxes all turned gray. Only he could stay in his father's system space, which was equivalent to saying that only he could be so closely connected with his father.
Yes, it should be so.
But this time, things changed!
The little white bird sat up and was very happy. When he turned his head, he unexpectedly saw that there was a guy next to him who looked almost exactly like him, except that the other one was black!
Then, His innate disgust and rejection erupted in an instant.
The little white bird's bean-sized pupils trembled, and the love for everything in its heart that had just been brewing suddenly cracked at this moment.
Who is this guy? Why is he here?
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