A huge group of carriages were traveling on the bright sea of ​​clouds. The Pegasus stepped on the white clouds as if they were stepping on real objects. The wind blew the soft and white flocculent material into waves. The magnificent scene was so magnificent that Du Ze could not help but be completely attracted by it, and even forgot about the bloody storm in the carriage.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of weightlessness, and the Pegasus pulled the carriage into the sea of ​​clouds below. A thick white mist passed quickly, and Du Ze felt his eyes darken. The carriage had passed through the clouds, and what he saw was the Chaos Continent divided into pieces - several intersecting white lines divided the Chaos Continent into several areas. Because of the distance, he couldn't see what the "white lines" were. I don't know if it's because he's used to the brightness above the clouds, but Du Ze felt that the Chaos Continent was very dark and gloomy. This instant contrast really gave him a sense of loss, as if a god had fallen from the clouds and turned into a mortal.

The carriages were descending very quickly, and Du Ze was staring at a small black dot below that was getting bigger and closer. Finally, a palace of several thousand square meters appeared in his field of vision. In front of the palace was a huge square, and a large area was cleared, just enough for the entire carriage team to land.

As soon as the three men got off the carriage, the soldiers who had been waiting at the palace gate for a long time blew their horns in unison, and the court wizard released magical fireworks to warmly welcome them.

"Welcome the Governor and the Inspector to the Eighth Heaven." The official at the front of the welcoming team led everyone to kneel in front of the carriage team. "Your arrival brings great honor to this place."

Du Ze glanced at the Governor who said "I shine, therefore I exist" from the corner of his eye. Well, it was really an honor. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up to the welcoming team who chose to kneel in front of the Governor: It was so damn smart!

Facing the leader's compliments, the Governor snorted arrogantly and walked towards the palace in a proud manner surrounded by people. Xiu had released old John, so Eric looked even more lonely when facing the three of them. Seeing Eric looking at him, the dwarf opened his small hands, and a small gray light jumped from his palm and passed through Eric's brow. Xiu looked at Eric who was unharmed, and he said "What a pity", but there was not much regret in his amber eyes, but was filled with innocence and malice like a child playing a prank.

There is absolutely no doubt that if weapons were not prohibited here, Xiu would definitely have killed Eric at that moment.

"Why are you two always dithering?"

The Governor-General roared towards this side at the palace gate. Xiu glanced at Eric, then pulled Du Ze towards the main force. Old John naturally followed, leaving Eric frozen in place. He stood there motionless for a long time, and finally took a step forward in silence.

The official leading the team was extremely enthusiastic and respectful. According to reports, he was the governor of the eighth heaven. The Eighth Heaven is the name of a region. The Chaos Continent of the Celestial Clan's copy seems to be divided into several regions, and each region is named after the number of days. Du Ze discovered another page of Zhiqiu's outrageous lazy behavior. This was basically the classification of heaven in Dante's "Divine Comedy". According to this setting, the heaven is divided into nine heavens, the first heaven is at the bottom, and the ninth heaven is the area closest to God. In "Hybrid", the first heaven of the Celestial Clan dungeon should be the area on the edge of the most chaotic continent, and the ninth heaven may be the place where you meet the boss of the God of Light? Du Ze was actually very confused. The main plot of the Celestial Tribe dungeon was still unclear. He originally thought that this was an escort mission, but the previous ineffective attack completely negated his original guess. He had no idea what the God Tower wanted to do. Let the climbers do something.

At this time, the group of people were being warmly entertained by the Consul. As the highest-ranking official of the Eighth Heaven, the Consul actually served as their local escort. Such a strenuous hospitality was more of a flattery than enthusiasm. After leading the group to visit the palace, the Consul arranged luxurious accommodation for them. The luminous body naturally enjoyed the best room, but when it was Xiu and Eric's turn, there was a small problem in the allocation of rooms.

"I live with him?"

Xiu's voice was flat and even, and he asked him the question about living in the same room with Eric. It was this emotionless tone that frightened the magistrate on the other side and made him sweat.

"Inspector, are you dissatisfied with this arrangement?"

In fact, the room that the Consul arranged for Xiu and Eric was very large. It consisted of a common lounge and two dormitories. Although the two dormitories were next to each other, they were still two independent private spaces when the door was closed. However, even so, the Lord seemed to find it difficult to tolerate that his old enemy was only separated from him by a wall.

"It hurts my eyes."

The poor magistrate couldn't tell whether Xiu was saying that he was a nuisance or that the other inspector was a nuisance and that's why he didn't want to live with him. At this time, Eric next to him also spoke up: "Are there other rooms? I'll go there."

"I'm really sorry, but none of the other rooms are worthy of you."

"It doesn't matter, just ordinary ones are fine."

The Consul stared at the feathers of light on Eric's body and shook his head firmly. "This is against the rules. You are of a high status and must have a room that matches your noble status."

He bowed deeply to Eric and Xiu and said, "Please rest well in this house, both inspectors."

After that, no matter what Xiu or Eric said, the Consul maintained his 90-degree bow and mechanically repeated the sentence. The attitude of the divine tower was very clear, that is, to put Xiu and Eric in the same space. The silly reader silently adjusted his glasses, and a reflection passed by the mirror, ding.

I have seen through you, author.

This is a very common novel routine. Before the final battle, the protagonist may not have a girlfriend or a younger brother, but he will definitely meet his old enemy, and then they will have their last fateful duel in the cold wind. After a fierce fight, the old enemy fell down after exerting his remaining energy, completing his life of giving experience to the protagonist. It was sad and tearful. Usually before the duel, the author who is experienced in melodrama will arrange a plot for the protagonist and the old enemy to chat and talk in the cold wind. After a conversation, both of them have a deeper understanding of each other and resonate with each other, but they still have to fight. This kind of "If it weren't for fate, we would be best friends" plot is more popular with readers than simple bickering, especially a certain group of ladies, who usually turn talking about the heart into talking about sex.

In order to serve the vast readership, Yiyezhiqiu Juebi also made a similar plot arrangement. You see, in order to let Mengzhu and Eric chat and talk, that guy not only set the Tianzu copy as a forbidden weapon, but also forced Xiu and Eric to play a double carriage play and a double dormitory play. Du Ze can fully foresee that there will be more double plays waiting for Mengzhu and Shengzi in the next journey. Yiyezhiqiu's evil intentions are so straightforward that even a stupid cute can't stand it. The author doesn't care about waving flags and shouting beside Mengzhu and Eric: It's set to this extent, you two should be honest!

Author, you are naughty again.

Xiu clearly expressed his displeasure, and his wrinkled face looked very easy to poke. Eric did not object much, he looked at Du Ze and Xiu and seemed to be thinking about something. During the stalemate, a servant knocked on the door and came in.

"My Lord, lunch is ready."

The administrator finally exited NPC mode and said to them cordially, "I have organized a welcoming banquet for you all. I hope you two adults will be honored to attend."

Du Ze originally thought it was a small banquet, but he didn't expect the administrator to make such a big show. The lunch was held in a garden the size of four football fields. The tables filled with exquisite food and colorful plants looked beautiful and delicious. The arrangement of every item at the banquet was very particular. People in fancy dress walked between the tables. The fountains formed by wine and water sprayed white foam in the air, and the taste of luxury was everywhere.

Du Ze spotted the Governor without any effort. Even though he was surrounded by a large group of people, he still couldn't stop his presence. People passing by Xiu and Eric looked at them with admiration and eagerness. Soon someone took the lead to show their goodwill to them, and the words of praise were overflowing. This was the beginning. More and more people gathered like small iron filings attracted by a magnet. Eric was soon surrounded and many people wanted to get close to Xiu. After Old John gently smashed a hole more than ten meters deep in the ground, no one dared to touch Xiu's head.

The two of them thus enjoyed a relatively quiet lunch. Old John went to the table to bring them food. Du Ze stared in amazement at the mechanical puppet, which had two plates in its hands, four plates on its arms, two plates on its shoulders, and one plate on its head, and walked towards them briskly with a smile on its face. Du Ze and Xiu's digestion ability was far behind Old John's supply speed, and the silly puppet struggled to finish ten plates and died.

"How about drinking something to help digestion?" Xiu Xiu suggested.

Old John brought drinks as fast as he brought food. Not only were there a lot of drinks, but there were also a lot of varieties. Du Ze looked at the various tall glasses in front of him, and his eyes were dazzled. At this time, Xiu reached out and grabbed a tall glass filled with bluish-white liquid and held it in front of Du Ze.

“I remember you liked the taste.”

Du Ze took it subconsciously. He smelled a faint fruity scent, which gave him a sense of familiarity, but also a sense of strangeness that seemed to come from a long-lost memory.

"This is fruit wine." Old John explained with a smile: "Its production process is simple, the taste is mellow, and it makes people feel warm when drinking it, so it is very popular among mercenaries."

Du Ze finally remembered when he had drunk this kind of wine. When climbing the snowy mountains, the wine that Edie gave him tasted like this. Du Ze took a sip, and the familiar fruity aroma bloomed between his lips and tongue, flowing down his throat warmly, making him unable to resist taking another sip.

After a few sips, the glass was empty. Du Ze had just put down the empty glass when a new glass of fruit wine appeared right before his eyes.

"There are still a lot here." Xiu said with narrowed eyes.

Du Ze stared at the curve of Xiu's mouth, and for some reason he felt an inexplicable sense of crisis. A stupid and cute kid asked cautiously, "Aren't you going to drink?"

"I'll drink it." Xiu handed the wine glass to Du Ze and picked up a glass of fruit wine himself. Seeing this, Old John seemed to be hesitant to speak: "Young master, drinking will lead to consciousness..."

Before old John could finish his words, Xiu drank the fruit wine in one gulp and fell down before he even put down the glass.

"Ding-clang."

The wine glass fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Du Zeshuo frantically hugged the fallen Xiu. The cute master lay softly in his arms, eyes closed, obviously unconscious. The dwarf's long and curly eyelashes trembled with his breathing, his light brown hair slid down his face, and his fair face was slightly flushed by the alcohol, which was simply tempting to commit a crime.

"Oh, I thought it would be like this." Old John shook his head helplessly and said with a helpless tone: "Young masters are never good at drinking."

Du Ze held the drunk Xiu in his arms in a daze, his worldview experiencing an unprecedented shock.

Damn, this is unscientific! In any fantasy novel, dwarves are always drunkards, and the options given are always "give me a drink and I'll hang out with you." The dwarves in Half-Blood also showed the spirit of drinking, but how can the dwarves, who are the ancestors of the dwarves, get drunk after just one glass? !

Old John saw Du Ze's confusion and explained, "Wine paralyzes the nerves. Dwarfs require precision when making machinery, so the young masters don't drink."

...This is as powerful as the natural talent of the race. Du Ze looked at Xiu in his arms. The cute master must be someone who can't drink. He actually fell to the ground just because of the dwarf's delicate body and the easy intoxication.

In this state, the dwarf could not continue to stay at the luncheon. Old John went to send away the frightened NPCs such as the executive officer. Du Ze carried Xiu on his back and left the luncheon and returned to the double room. He carried Xiu into the bedroom on the left and just put the sleeping dwarf on the soft big bed, he heard someone calling him.

"Lord God's Messenger."

Eric's voice came from far behind. Du Ze turned around and saw the blond-haired and blue-eyed Saint standing at the door, smiling brightly at him.

When your best friend's old enemy calls you out, what will you do?

A. Ignore him.

B. Pay attention to him.

While Du Ze was struggling with the two options with a cold and noble look on his face, Eric did just one thing, which made that stupid kid give up on treatment and choose B.

"You left your book behind." In Eric's hands, a certain evil pornographic book gleamed.

[System: Dear, what did you drop, doujinshi, moral integrity, or soap? Please answer.] A certain silly and cute person's heart was instantly filled with "WTF". He sat with the doujinshi under his butt while eating lunch. A series of things that happened later made him completely forget the existence of that evil book!

Why, by chance, was I picked up by my old enemy again...

Eric walked over and handed the doujinshi to Du Ze. Perhaps he caught a glimpse of the cover of the erotic book while handing it over. Eric paused slightly, as if he remembered something and his neck turned red. When Du Ze looked over, the Holy Son, who always looked straight ahead, dodged his gaze for the first time.

Du Ze... Du Ze no longer thought about what kind of image he had in Eric's mind. He began to throw away his moral integrity: What's wrong with a man being perverted!

Fanzhi: This child is teachable.

Seeing Du Ze calmly (with a lot of fog) accept the doujinshi, Eric quickly returned to normal. Although there was still some redness on his skin, he looked directly at Du Ze again with the same firmness as before, as well as undisguised joy and admiration.

"I can finally talk to you." Eric smiled brightly, glancing at Xiu who was unconscious on the bed. "If he is awake, I can't talk to the Lord of God."

Du Ze silently gave the Son of God 32 likes. Even though he knew that he was a pervert who carried pornographic books with him, he still insisted that he was their savior. Du Ze actually thought about asking Eric for information. It was this Son of God who led him to the Temple of Light and met the God of Light.

"Lord God's Messenger, why are you with him?" Eric's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of offending Du Ze, or afraid of waking up Jiang Xiu. "Why don't you eliminate this heretic?"

"He is not a heretic!"

This was probably the first time in a long time that Du Ze had retorted so loudly. The male voice with some subtle tones was like ripples spreading on the surface of water, slightly vibrating the air. Not only Eric, but even the person who was speaking was stunned.

"…My Lord, my God has told me everything. He is indeed a heretic." Eric's tone became heavy. "Whether it is the connection between the front and back sides of the continent, or the overlap between the God Realm and the continent, the chaos that the Chaos Continent has become today is all due to his existence."

The fact that the front and back of the continent are connected is obviously his masterpiece - well, in the original text of "Mixed Blood", it is Xiu's masterpiece, which makes sense. As for the overlap between the God Realm and the continent, it is also caused by Xiu. Du Ze thinks it is a bit ridiculous. Could it be that the God of Light is blaming all the accidents on the Lord? !

"These are not the most important. The most terrifying thing about him as a heretic is that he will destroy the Chaos Continent!" Eric stared at Du Ze, not even missing the slightest tremor of the black-haired young man. "Lord Messenger of God, you know this, right..."

Of course he knew that whether it was the pages of knowledge outside the novel or the time corridors within the novel, they all showed him the doomed ending, but -

"So what?"

"God's envoy...sir...?"

Eric's expression flashed with disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that the messenger of God he admired would say such a thing. Du Ze seemed not to notice Eric's shock. He stared at Eric's golden hair, which was a color without any shadows and always gave people a good impression.

He knew such a person, who had been betrayed countless times and sold out countless times, and that person had been denied. Both the value of his own existence and the certainty of his own existence were denied by others.

【If you die, everyone will be happy. 】

So that poor person doesn't know who he is, his self collapses, and he is absolutely alone. Because there is no self, and no concept of living, that person regards everyone - including himself - as symbols without any concept.

[But I'm not happy. So in order to make me happy, everyone should die, huh?] This is the protagonist in "Mixed Blood".

"He will destroy the world, and I will stop him," Du Ze said.

Eric's eyes lit up, but before he could be happy, he saw the black-haired young man opposite him said indifferently: "You choose to kill, I choose to save, that's all."

Du Ze's gaze was obviously cold and meaningless, but Eric's heart seemed to be tugged at, and he couldn't tell whether it was anger or shame that he felt.

——Love everyone, save sinners; let ordinary people believe in the light, let the fallen return to the light, isn't this what the Temple of Light advocates?

That person was so sarcastic.

"I... believe that my God will not abandon anyone who yearns for light." Eric tried to explain to Du Ze. He couldn't help but reach out to Du Ze, as if he wanted to save something. "But--"

“Rip——!”

Eric pulled his hand back abruptly. He subconsciously glanced at his fingers and found that there was no cut on the tip of his finger. Any attack here would be ineffective. The tearing sound just now was the sound of the opponent tearing the space.

"Didn't I say that before?"

The attacker who nearly cut off Eric's fingers narrowed his scarlet eyes and opened his fan-like ear fins slightly.

"Don't touch him, scumbag!"

The author has something to say: Author: I love to be honest.

Protagonist (dragging the reader away): Well, we meet in plain clothes.

Reader: ...something is wrong! QAQ