Chapter 349 Rest in peace, old friend.

Destiny is a very interesting thing that outsiders cannot understand. They think that the power of the prophet is exaggerated to be even more powerful than that of gods.

Sometimes, it appears that way, but in reality, every prophet is just a little butterfly when it comes to manipulating fate.

When Amberxiu was weaving the fate of a bald man, he did not flash to someone's side and shave his head himself.

Instead, it happens by constantly magnifying small events, causing them to fall like dominoes.

At the beginning, Amber might have pushed down just a domino smaller than a fingernail. The second domino would be a little bigger, larger than a fingernail, and the next one would be a little bigger. In the end, this force would be enough to push down the city wall or even destroy the world.

This is how the dice of fate is used. It brings together the probabilities of all low-probability events into one. Countless coincidences are combined into a thread, and the end of the thread is the fate woven by Amber.

But there is a problem here, that is, the power of destiny needs to brew, and it takes time to grow from small to big.

This is also why when Amberxiu dealt with the iron-blooded general, he only wove the fate of the bald man instead of the fate of his death.

The time difference between the two is too great. Baldness can be achieved in a few days, but the cause and effect of death requires several years or even decades to brew, and Amberxiu cannot control this process.

But Mr. Fortune is different, he understands it more deeply than Amberxiu.

He does not create possibilities, but kills them. Although it seems similar, the dice of fate kills other possibilities by grouping the possibilities together, but in fact it is completely different. The possibilities grouped together by the dice of fate can be modified before they happen, but the cut thread of fate is eternal nothingness before it is restored, and it is impossible for it to appear.

To put it simply, the dice of fate locks the future, and as long as this future has not happened, it can still be changed. Even if it is only a difference of 0.001 seconds, it is a future that has not happened.

Cutting the thread of fate takes effect instantly, and the result cannot be changed at the moment of cutting.

If the two of them were to make another bet now, there would be no way that the coin from that year would be thrown into the sea. No matter how hard he tried, there would be no way that the coin would get stuck with any sea water, and he would never be able to find the family emblem of Mr. Fortune. Even if he knew where it was, there would always be accidents on the way that would prevent him from finding the coin.

This is the suppression of those who are ahead over those who are behind. With only the means of the prophecy wizard, Amber is definitely not a match for Mr. Doom.

Mr. Doom is now playing a dominoes game that is higher than Ambershure. The two of them worked together and calculated 27,000 futures in the past few days. They used the power of destiny to block 10,000 of them in advance.

But time is still too short, and Mr. Doom now has to leave only one of the remaining 17,000 unfortunate futures. Every break in a thread will cause a chain reaction, perhaps eliminating an unfortunate future, or creating a new future.

This is a Rubik's Cube with 17,000 steps. It will not rotate in only one direction. One side that has been put together needs to be destroyed again in order to complete the whole.

This is what Mr. Fortune has to do now. He has forgotten the pain of his broken body and concentrates on controlling every thread of fate.

Tiamat looked at the gradually crumbling figure in the sky and said to Amberthus tentatively: "Then, if I destroy his ritual now, will the Unholy Hymn fall into my hands?"

Amber Xiu said indifferently: "You can try it if you are not afraid of being punished by Io."

Tiamat sneered and said, "I don't even need to do it myself."

Go ahead, she pointed towards the astral passage that was still swallowing up the Githyanki. A red dragon that had just poked its head out flew towards Mr. Fortune, ignoring the rider's control.

Tiamat stared at Amberhu, believing that Amberhu would definitely try to stop him.

However, Amberxiu did nothing but quietly looked at Mr. Doom in the sky, as if he wanted to remember this last moment of his old friend.

The red dragon was ordered by the Dragon Goddess to fly in the direction of Mr. Fortune, but the Githyanki rider couldn't communicate with Tiamat, and thought the mount was crazy, so he jumped down quickly. The parachute bag should have been opened when it was almost on the ground, but I don't know if the Githyanki was in a hurry or the parachute bag was broken. As soon as he left the dragon saddle, the parachute bag opened the next second.

As a result, the parachute directly entangled the red dragon's wings. Without the power of one wing, the red dragon suddenly lost its balance, began to spin in the air, and quickly fell.

Throughout the whole process, Mr. Doom was not affected at all.

Amber Xiu then explained: "Before the plan started, we blocked all external influences. Even gods cannot change the future we see. No matter how hard they try, those who try to change their fate will only encounter misfortune."

Tiamat said viciously, "He is not affected. What about you? I don't believe you have the energy left to protect two people."

Amber was stunned for a moment, and said to Tiamat: "This is unreasonable, what's the use even if you kill me now? The Unholy Hymn will still run away, and you will get nothing."

How can you lose a game of chess and then throw the chessboard at someone? Even if you kill your opponent, you still lose. You cannot change this reality.

Tiamat taunted, "Seeing you die is reason enough for me to be happy."

Zariel, who had been silent all this time, suddenly clapped his hands and said, "Great! The power of destiny is truly magical. I like you, little skeleton, more and more. Tiamat, we represent the face of the Nine Hells. Our opponent won beautifully, but there is no need for us to be unable to accept defeat."

Amber Xiu finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was not afraid of being killed, the worst that could happen was that he could regenerate himself with his life box and create a new body.

What he cared about was Tiamat's unwillingness to lose. Once the gods could no longer accept defeat, the mortals would be in trouble. If the arm wanted to twist past the thigh, it would need to be restricted by the rules. When Tiamat was determined not to follow the rules, she could find countless ways to cause trouble for Amber.

It's annoying enough that cultists are sent to assassinate him every day.

Fortunately, Sister Zariel is very nice. Yes, even devils have to have dignity. They are not those chaotic and evil demons.

The devil runs a casino. You can find ways to cheat, but if others win, you must let them take the money and leave. Otherwise, if you ruin your reputation, no one will sign a contract with you, the devil.

Just as he was thinking this, Amber Xiu suddenly felt something was wrong.

Tiamat is also a senior Duke of Hell. He must understand the rules. This sudden threat to him means something is wrong.

However, no matter how wrong it was, it didn't matter, because Mr. Bad Luck was about to succeed.

The chaotic sky has become deep and dark, the threads of fate have become sparse, and Mr. Doom has now completely lost his human form, leaving only a faint light.

Amber recognized it; it was his incomplete soul.

There are many ways to strengthen abilities by burning life. Amber tried to destroy his own body and self-destruct, which was not much less powerful than the Nine Rings spell. A paladin can burn his own life to explode a more powerful soul. After the starry paladin burned out his life, he was promoted to the legendary realm for a moment.

But Amberxiu had never seen a method like Mr. Fortune's, which burned everything from flesh and blood to soul.

It's so extreme that no one will study it.

This spell was developed by Mr. Doom himself. This guy has been full of desire for self-destruction since he was young.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

It can only be blamed on his family education, where he was indoctrinated with the injustice of his family since childhood and constantly brainwashed his descendants to sacrifice for the mistakes of their ancestors and to regard glory as more important than life.

This makes no sense to Amber.

But in the end, Amber Xiu agreed to Mr. Doom's plan. Amber Xiu didn't understand, but he respected the idea of ​​his old friend.

And now, he succeeded.

Even though his soul was broken and he even lost the ability to think, he still cut the last thread of fate.

And with the last thread of fate broken, the land of the Kingdom of Unholy Hymns completely broke away from the world.

After the original connection was cut off, this land became like an alien invasive species, causing resistance from the world.

To fight against this kind of foreign object, there will generally be endless natural disasters, thunder, strong winds, earthquakes... The world will use all means to destroy this "foreign object" that does not belong to it.

But this time, the world chose to "push away" this land, and this is the result of Mr. Doom's choice.

It is not too difficult to let this land be abandoned by the world. Maybe half of the body can be left behind. But if you want the world to expel the Kingdom of Unholy Ode without harming this land, you can only sacrifice yourself.

Cracks in the earth appeared at the border of the Kingdom of Unholy Hymns. It seemed as if something beneath the ground pushed the kingdom high into the sky, towards the chaotic world that had already opened its mouth wide.

The earth was shaking, and the battle between Llane and the Githyanki had stopped long ago. They were all shocked to see the huge land rising. They could not see the whole picture of the Unholy Hymn at all, and could only see that the end of their sight was covered by the rising land, as if a god had pried open the shell of this world.

This is a miracle, without a doubt, even more terrifying than the last time the Alchemy City was exiled.

The rise of the entire kingdom brought with it strong winds, and the air tried to fill the space created by the rise of the land.

Whether it was the Githyanki or the Lions, or even the red dragon in the sky, they were all pulled by the strong wind, as if they were about to fall into the huge abyss left by the Kingdom of Unholy Hymns.

In addition, there is also the crazy backflow of sea water.

The Impure Hymn is a terrain surrounded by the sea on three sides. If such a huge land is left, the sea water will immediately turn into waterfalls to fill up this abyss.

The departure of the Unholy Hymn will have far more impacts than just this. The climate of the entire continent will change, and there will be subsequent natural disasters. I don’t know how many people will be affected.

Even for the Kingdom of Unholy Hymns itself, such a violent ascent would cause massive casualties.

But this is the best outcome.

As the entire Kingdom of Unholy Hymns was sent into the land of chaos, Amber flew into the air and grabbed the soul fragment in his hand.

Amberxiu examined it carefully and found that this piece of soul was already in tatters, with not much memory left, and its greatest obsession had disappeared when the unclean hymn entered the chaotic space. It was a nearly blank soul fragment.

Amber sighed.

"You have cleansed the sins of your ancestors and saved your homeland. From now on, you and your family are no longer unclean beings deprived of power, but heroes of this kingdom.

"Rest in peace, Vladimir Rostov."

(End of this chapter)