Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 3371 Widow

"Power, the emperor, what good is there? Everyone is pursuing it like a demon."

The little witch complained as she was sewing a doll while watching Tana's questioning of Surenian's past history, which was already in the final stages.

The Liyun Chamber of Commerce and the Huitong Public Bureau have the ambition to rule the divine world, to make power public and to control it, to become the pinnacle above all mortals, but they can never avoid the three hermits and the God of Mist.

No matter how much wealth, subordinates, and territories they possess in the divine world, even if they manipulate the lower-level order, in front of the Hermit Realm, they will all be reduced to a mantis trying to stop a chariot, as fragile as a crown folded from white paper, which will be exposed if a little water is poured on it.

"Of course a little kid who has never been to school doesn't know." Yue Na bent her finger and tapped Yi Miwu on the head, then was stunned for a moment and looked at the eldest lady of noble birth, "You should tell it."

"You yellow-faced woman! Didn't you never go to school either?" The little witch almost roared, and picked up the puppet needle to poke Yuena.

Hiatt picked up a puppet made of cotton, white cloth, and needle and thread, and said metaphorically: "Just like you can use puppetry to control others, this is actually part of the concept of power. It's refreshing to see that they can't disobey your orders and do whatever you tell them to do."

"Power is the desire to dominate others. It fascinates everyone in the world. It is one of the original sins mastered by Prana, or perhaps some more abstract and powerful concept." Mo Mei also followed the topic and mentioned a statement she had read in a psychology book.

Why do some parents beat and scold their children severely? A big part of the reason is because these parents are at the bottom of society and cannot get the psychological pleasure of dominating others.

And one's own children are the only ones whom one can control and vent one's emotions on at will.

In this way, they gain the almost morbid, twisted, and faint pleasure of holding power.

Yimi Wu stared at the puppet in Fei Liao's hand, puffed his cheeks, and muttered, "If the puppet I made myself is touched by others before the ceremony is performed, it will lose its original effect."

The doll in Fei Liao's hand is no longer usable, it was made in vain.

"Ah? Sorry." Hiat knew that the abilities of the little witch's lineage were always strange, and they had their own set of knowledge about curses and cause and effect.

Her "luck" touched the doll, which may not be a good thing for the little witch, so each should respect and understand each other's professional fields.

Suddenly, Xiaoyu came over and complained, "So, Yimiwu, you are a widower?"

Dolls are also "dolls".

Tana has almost sorted out the whole story. Under the premise that they cannot defeat the Hermit no matter what and the Hermit opposes the new system, the Liyun Chamber of Commerce and the Huitong Public Bureau can only choose the last path, killing the Hermit or obtaining power comparable to the Hermit.

This choice happened after the hermits refused, about a hundred years ago. The two major forces slowly and steadily grew dissatisfaction with the three hermits, but were forced to stagnate because they were still unable to master the method of breakthrough and transcendence.

It happened that more than ten years ago, the Sky-Sea War broke out, haunting the nightmares of all the members of the Blue Eagle Pirates. The power of the monsters began to slowly penetrate into the God Realm and blend with ambition. The stagnant desires finally rekindled the flames that could ignite the God Realm.

At the same time, during this period, the mentality of the Liyun Chamber of Commerce and the Huitong Public Bureau has gradually become distorted. Their thoughts are no longer about breaking through the hermit realm, but about possessing power comparable to the hermit realm.

The two seem to be the same, but there are huge differences between them.

They accidentally found Prana's lost mirror, had several conversations with her, and obtained some valuable information.

Tana looked at Sulenian, whose eyes had lost their luster again, and asked, "Vanista, how much do you know about this organization? When it was founded, its members, the number of people, and its philosophy."

  Sulenian sat back in his boss chair and brewed a pot of Zion black tea. He was completely unaware that he had died in real history. He still instinctively enjoyed life, took a sip of tea, and said:

"No one knows the exact time of its birth, just like the birth of the Eye of Mist. Was it the moment when its name was established, or the moment when the group of scholars gathered? Everyone has their own opinions and disputes, but Vanista should have been born around the Cloudless Night."

The birth of the Eye of Fog came from a group of scholars' research on fog. As the research continued to deepen, the scholars became more and more shocked by the power of the Goddess of Fog and grateful for her selfless dedication. Over time, some scholars became devout believers who praised the Goddess of Fog.

Cloudless Night… Tana gently tapped her fair chin. This was a very important clue. Many famous events in the God Realm could be linked to the Cloudless Night.

That huge disaster, which could be written into textbooks, seemed to have quietly produced some unknown impact on the divine world.

"I don't have a list of the specific members. We all used fake identities to attend the party. One of the rules was not to spy. But over time, I was able to identify the true identities of some people based on their characteristics."

"They are Lopez from the Eye of the Mist, President Li Yun, Amusto from the Judgment of the Beast Fang, from the Gear Workshop..." A series of names were spoken out. Each of them was a well-known figure in the God Realm. Tana's eyelids twitched slightly. Some of them were highly respected by the people in the God Realm for their public identities, such as the deceased scholar Amusto.

Is it a tradition for you to have “internal ghosts” in your divine world… Tana complained silently.

As for the specific number of people and the concept, Sulenian could not answer the former, but the latter was basically consistent with what Largo said.

Destroy the prosperity of the divine world, destroy all existing order, and bury the three golden ages created by the hermit.

The God of Fog will also be destroyed. The God Realm does not need the God of Fog.

Tana continued to conduct a series of detailed and careful inquiries on Vanista, Hui Tong, Li Yun, and the monster. After confirming that no more useful information could be obtained, she waved her hand and dispersed the power of time.

The time rune lit up with beautiful light like flowing water, and the power of retrospection disappeared in an instant. The base of Huitong Public Security Bureau began to "fast forward" the image, and turned into a ruin with exposed steel bars and concrete again. People who tried their luck were still walking among the broken walls, coming and going in search of possible wealth.

Sulenian, who was enjoying his tea, disappeared from the memory of the gods as if he had been erased by an eraser. Only a very few people still remembered him.

If you use the power of God's domain recklessly, you will easily pay a huge price.

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"Before we summarize and organize the information, there is one more thing we need to deal with." Tana left the ruins and returned to the converted grocery store.

"The Infinite Power has appeared twice."

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Demon world, ancient library.

The magic scholar Ichi hummed a nursery rhyme she wrote herself, wearing goggles on her nose, and hammering on a super cool magic machine with a wrench and a hammer.

Director Monica and her four Familiars, who had transformed into human forms, ran around, helping to pass materials to Ichi or tighten screws. After making sure that they were done with their work this morning, they ran together to drink iced Coke.

"Hey yo~ Hey yo~ Hey yo~ Hey yo~"

"Stingy cats, big snowmen, burning pumpkins, glowing bugs~"

"A beautiful machine with good friends on board. Don't be afraid. Let's go on an adventure together."

Ichi took off his goggles and looked at his work MK-VII with great satisfaction. It was already the seventh generation masterpiece, and this time he would definitely be able to defeat the Dazzling Pattern Master Niwu.

  She is very confident!

In silence, the invincible beautiful girl who had been wandering outside because she had obtained an official identity and activity permit, now secretly appeared in a room in the ancient library.

There was a large work table filled with magic parts in the room. Bubble, a girl with beautiful long warm yellow hair, thick eyelashes and pretty face, was crossing her legs on the table, holding one of the 20 million books in the ancient library in her hand.

From the fact that the book was not opened at all and her bored expression, it could be seen that Bubble was not reading at all and her state was more like being in a daze.

Naiyali appeared behind Bubble, her soft arms running through her uncombed hair, and hugged her snow-white neck affectionately, looking like a sister who hadn't seen her for a long time.

Then with a "pop" sound, as if pulling out the wooden cork of a bottle of red wine, Bubble's head was pulled directly off.

The broken gap in the neck had no spine, blood vessels or trachea, but was composed of a variety of fantastic colors, a twisted spherical energy cross-section. After the head was pulled out, "bubbles" gushed out one after another.

"Poppa, why did your endless power appear in the God Realm?" Naiyali held up Poppa's head, looked straight at her, and smiled intimately.