Mythological origin

Chapter 153
"The effect of the game world will last for 20 years. During this time, the power of the World-Suppressing Golden Talisman will revive everyone who is killed."

"Then Ramdo...has died just now?"

"But a Shinto monk, facing an unsure opponent, how can he use his real body to charge." Christine quickly calmed down from the shock and realized that his guess was unreasonable.

The fact is just as she expected.

Just rushed forward, but a clone of Ramdo.

Even the artifact on that body is a high-quality imitation A that only has the power of three strikes, and it will fall apart after hitting it.

Shinto is originally based on dogs and water grinding kung fu as the theme. Except for him, the other true gods are only at the beginning of the seventh level.

As the strongest person in the Shinto, although he is not the king of Gou Wang, he still understands such things as hiding in the kingdom of God and letting his avatar explore the way, and constantly trial and error until he can kill with one blow.

This is the normal way for Shinto monks to meet the enemy.

……

"It's really exaggerated brute force, and it killed Raphael in one bite."

Somewhere in the void, Ramdo was sitting on the throne, with the blood-red wine shaking in the glass in his hand, and he repeated what happened on the [-] leader ship with a slightly dignified expression.

There are hundreds of light curtains around the seat of God, all replaying the previous picture frame by frame from different angles.

His real body has always been hidden in this divine kingdom called the City of Light-Crowned Oracle Titans.

In the kingdom of God, there are eighteen angels that he finally designed with himself as the blueprint after spending hundreds of years. Each of them has the power of a real fairy.

This Raphael is the seventh angel among them.

It’s just that he has kept it secret all the time, and usually shows it to others as an agent of an angel, because all of this is part of his plan to break through to the eighth level.

The eighteen angels are like incarnations, each inheriting a corner of Ramdo's power. As long as he does not die, the angels can be resurrected in the Kingdom of God.

In order to find the most suitable path for him, he creatively divided the extremely difficult method of the fourth calamity of reincarnation left by Bai Mo into eighteen parts, and planned to use eighteen angels to go through a small calamity each. In the end, it will be fused together, allowing the main body to step into the eighth level.

And it was Raphael, the seventh angel, who was in charge of playing him and guarding the No. [-] Daqian leader for ten years.

……

"Are you... looking at... me?"

While Ramdo was observing the "thousand-handed" monster, he inexplicably read these words from the opponent.

It wasn't the words on the black hand, or the sound, or the fluctuation, or the pure "meaning".

"You can see me too?" He didn't believe it was his illusion, he put down his glass and asked directly.

"The moment you see me, I can see you too."

"You are Bai Mo, but that monster doesn't look like you."

"Strictly speaking, the evil corpse can also be regarded as "I", an obsession of me, which is similar to that of you, an angel."

Bai Mo and Ramdo, the two crossed many spaces and chatted in a strange way.

When the world-suppressing golden talisman revived the seventh angel just now, he caught a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of Ramdo's plan.

The words "similar but equally effective" reminded Ramdo of many things.

Bai Mo killed the three corpses, maybe in the future, the three corpses will become one and step into a higher level?
Putting aside the hatred of destroying Dao, Ramdo felt that he had a lot of similarities with this guy.

Similar training ideas.

And, in his bones, he doesn't trust anyone's character.

In the round religion founded and revived by Ramdo, there are no other true gods at the upper level, and there are no subordinate gods. They are all angels who seem to be one with him.

He is the absolute and only voice.

How similar it is to the land of whiteness.

"But it's okay, what you saw today was just a tributary of the Kuroshio." Bai Mo suddenly said something strange.

"..."

"If the Kuroshio is at the backbone of the solar system, what you see is what you see. When you 'see' him, he not only 'sees' you, but also touches you. I can’t hide it and I can’t keep it.”

In all fairness, Bai Mo has no hatred towards Ramdo. After all, he was the one who beat people the whole time, and Ramdo was beaten.

He still admired this heavenly genius Shinto monk, so he said a few more words.

"Observation means looking at each other, what you see is what you see, it's outrageous..." Ramdo thought to himself.

He can understand a little bit that "observation is looking at each other", just like the "spirit of speech" between true gods, the line of faith between true gods and believers.

In a sense, a high-level existence is equivalent to having "eyes" all over the body. No matter from which angle others "look" at it, as long as they can see it, it is equivalent to looking at it.

But once this ability is combined with what you see is what you see, it is not so outrageous.

Being able to see, being able to influence, and being able to exert power are completely two-level things.

This also means that the Shinto monks who have been relying on the high secrecy of the coordinates of the Kingdom of God to save their lives, under the advent of such an existence, all secrecy and concealment will be in vain.

Turtles are forced to molt.

After saying this, Bai Mo broke off contact with Ramdo.

……

"For the time being, we are all trapped in this temporary game world called Wu He You Mirror, and the mirror world will last for about 20 years.

The Kuroshio branch temporarily named "Thousand Hands" by the empire will be first simulated by the game world, allowing us humans to accumulate experience.

In these 20 years, all people and demons will be resurrected after death, some large-scale environmental destruction will be restored, and the time interval between death and reappearance is one hour..."

"Twenty years later, the real 'Thousand Hands' will come, and the effect of immortality will fade at the same time, and mankind will usher in a catastrophe!"

In the small world of Azure Star, Farrell read the message left by Bai Mo and sent all of them to the Imperial Council.

Earlier, after she had a frank and honest chat with Bai Mo, she no longer concealed her identity as a true immortal in the empire. With Christine's confirmation, the endorsement of the two true immortals made her words extremely heavy.

"In other words, we have 20 years of immortality to try and make mistakes, try to find a way to survive this monster, or go a step further and find a way to destroy him!"

"What about the people in the Azure Star World?" Farrell suddenly thought of something, "Are they in the range of no mirrors?"

"No."

"Very good." Farrell smiled sweetly, but the meaning behind this made one's back chill.

"The real test of life and death is the only way to pick qualified fighters."

"I hope you can say the same thing 20 years from now." Christine frowned slightly, she was a little displeased with Farrell's double standard.

PS: I am very sorry, I have been sick for several days, and I have been lying on the bed, so I can't change it.

(End of this chapter)