Ouroboros' Dimensional Journey

It's a pity that the troll is not a giant. Looking at the more violent troll after being injured, Piccolo closed his eyes, praying in his heart that his wife and sister would not be too sad after his death.

'When will this desperate day end! '

The troll's fist did not come, and even the ground shaking produced by walking disappeared.

At this time, Piccolo heard a gentle voice: "Don't worry, you will be fine."

Words are magical, and in the next second, a miracle happened, and Piccolo felt that his tattered body healed instantly.

Under the inconceivable thoughts, Piccolo opened his eyes. In the dim light, a handsome and pure young man was looking at him peacefully. Beside him was a young and beautiful young man. Angel.That transcendence and holiness, at this moment, he was sure that he had seen "God".

Many thoughts flashed through Piccolo's mind, but he didn't know what to say, and finally opened his mouth and said, "God, have you finally answered our prayer?"

"If this gives you the courage to live, then you can regard me as a god!"

On the way to the Piccolo tribe, Jibril asked curiously: "You seem to have a different view of humans? Why?"

Si Ji pondered for a while, and replied: "Well, you can just take it as nostalgia for the past!"

If with the increase of strength, it eventually becomes an indifferent and ruthless existence that treats everything as a dog, it would be too boring. When awakening as Ouroboros, it would be better to just abandon emotions.

Piccolo, who was leading the way, didn't seem to realize that there was something wrong with his behavior.

Originally, after living in this miserable world for a long time, one should be very vigilant. It is extremely risky to bring two powerful strange beings back to one's own tribe. There is no need for such a strong person to spend a lot of trouble.

Four Seasons did not use any hints, dominance, or abilities such as spirit speech.

Regarding the abnormality in his body, Siji understood what was going on after a little thought. This was a gift from the Alaya on his body, after all, he was the "savior" who saved humanity.Although different worlds cannot have too much power, it is not difficult to make the initial friendliness of human beings friendly. What's more, Piccolo in front of him seems to have a talent similar to that of a priest, and he is vaguely aware of this. Let go of your psychological defenses.

Chapter 11 "Be obedient and make Xiaoji stewed mushrooms!"

This is a small tribe that lives in a circular cave that was apparently blasted out by energy cannons.The population of the settlement is very small, even including the children, the total population is only more than [-] people, and almost everyone is pale and skinny.

The small tribe relied on the spring water gushing from the depths of the cave to ensure drinking water resources, artificially excavated a place to raise livestock, and planted some crops where they could see the sky, plus wild animals that risked hunting, this was the source of food.

Such small tribes are scattered scattered in this world, and human beings are struggling to survive in the harsh environment. Maybe one day they will be wiped out like weeds in the aftermath of the Great War.

Jibril fluttered her wings, and after strolling around with great interest, she couldn't help but praise: "What a tenacious vitality! In this desperate reality, it is still difficult to survive."

Siji said angrily: "You really know how to make sarcastic remarks, whose fault do you think?"

Jibril retorted with a smile: "The law of the jungle, survival of the fittest? This is a famous saying in the world of four seasons? Who made human beings so weak? Even the beasts that live in this wilderness have no effect on the physical fitness of human beings." All of them have greater advantages.”

Before meeting the four seasons, Jibril also didn't notice the existence of human beings, because their strength is really too weak, and their heads have no collection value, not even [Level [-]], if they are exchanged, will be laughed at.

After meeting the four seasons, Jibril saw the human race for the first time.

According to legend, in a long time ago, when the fifteen races were not present, human beings still possessed a considerable degree of civilization. They used to rely on "strategies" to deal with the major races, and acted as military advisers to advise some races.

After all, the strength of human beings is too weak compared to the strength of other races, but the weak have a way of survival for the weak, the strong sharpen their minions, the weak experience wisdom, the strong have the ability to easily tear the weak, and the weak also have their own way Ways to defeat the strong.

While the two were chatting casually, Piccolo and the rest of the tribe were still suppressing their voices and arguing: "There is no god who protects humans in this world!" "Unidentified people"...

Although they were afraid of being overheard by the two of Shiji and arguing in a low voice, it was useless, Shiji and Jibril completely listened to their quarrel.

Jibril laughed: "It seems that your kindness has been questioned!"

Siji's face was as usual, and he was not angry at all: "I don't care whether they believe it or not. But I know that they will agree in the end. How about we make a bet?"

"Okay!" Jibril nodded, and suddenly changed into a slut look, almost drooling: "If you lose, please open your library collection to me?!"

As a prisoner, Jibril felt that she had nothing to fear, and she was the winner anyway!

"Okay. If you lose, just obediently make Xiaoji stewed mushrooms!"

Jibril was shocked immediately: "You want to eat me?"

The results naturally speak for themselves.

Looking at the dense crowd of human beings worshiping in front of the four seasons, Jibril regretted that she was too impulsive, it was all the fault of the book being too tempting!

"why?"

Four Seasons sighed: "It's very simple, they have nothing to lose. Even if it is life, in this hopeless world with no future in sight, death is not the end, but rest."

Siji's arrangement for this tribe is very simple. Piccolo has the characteristics of becoming a priest, and he can vaguely feel the divine power of Siji's body.Then things are very simple, just let him become the bishop of the four seasons.

Humans can't perceive the corridors of linking elves, and can't drive elves. This is not a problem for priests and witches at all, because their power comes from the gods they believe in.

Looking at the expectations and prayers in the eyes of the people in front of him, the sacred brilliance appeared on Siji's body, showing the holiness and majesty, and he bestowed the words: "In the name of the Dragon God of Eternal Tribulation, bless you all!"

The people in the settlement only felt a burst of light shining on their bodies, and a warm current penetrated deep into their hearts. The ailments and ailments caused by the harsh environment over the years were healed at once.Feeling this kindness, people no longer have a trace of doubt.

With the "miracle" as a foundation, Siji immediately felt the pious belief of the human beings in front of him.After finally seeing hope, people are like a drowning man clung to the straw.

"The power of faith? Unfortunately, it's useless to me."

Four Seasons and Jibril didn't stay in Piccolo's tribe for too long. After giving Piccolo the necessary knowledge and abilities, after he skillfully used magic and began to teach other people in the tribe, the two left and continued Looking for the next human settlement.

During the journey, Jibril asked with sparkling eyes: "Hey, Four Seasons, what is your last blessing to the Birk tribe? I can sense some kind of mysterious power."

"This is the blessing of luck. It can interfere with cause and effect. As long as you don't provoke the gods or dragon spirits, the people of the Piccolo tribe are basically lucky."

At any rate, he is a believer in the four seasons. If the Piccolo tribe is wiped out as soon as he leaves, it would be too dark and humorous.

"Why are you doing this?"

Jibril doesn't quite understand what the four seasons are doing. If they need a family, with the strength of the four seasons, they can create a race that is stronger than the Flügel, even rivaling the gods. Why waste their experience on humans?