It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

Hyde ran out of cards in his hand.

Every time the other party appears, it is a never-tiring fresh force, while the personnel on their own side will lose their physical strength.

The injuries accumulated in the battle have gradually become difficult to repair. Even the cavalry composed of dirty blood nobles, their self-healing ability is not unlimited.

The white wax-colored stone weapon can also damage the thin armor of Mithril after repeatedly striking the same position several times, and the terrible impact will continuously break the bones under the thin armor before the armor is broken. their internal organs.

Hyde commanded his army to shrink inward, constantly nibbling away more enemies than the sum of the previous two times.Judging from the current battle situation, he can still win this time, but who knows if the number of troops that will appear next time will double again?

Could the armies he could summon or create really be infinite?

Hyde even felt that this was something that had nothing to do with spiritual power. It was already an ability close to authority.

This kind of ability is already comparable to that of a divine being... No, he can never be that strong. If the other party really has the combat power to break the balance, he will never just be entangled with him here.

Hyde felt that he had stepped into a blind spot. Perhaps he should have fought the opponent outside from the very beginning.

What made him choose to confront in such a field, is it Hyde's own confidence in the art of command, or he faintly feels that the opponent's body is stronger than his incomplete self?

But thinking about it now, the opponent seems to be trying to avoid the fight from the very beginning, and direct everything to the game and the board.

No, it's not that he's avoiding the fight, he's buying time... because time initially favored white's board?It shouldn't be wrong. After the activation of "erosion" and "connection", time is no longer on Philip's side. There should be some more obvious and direct reasons for this.

Why didn't he just summon a hundredfold and his own army?In this way, even if the strength and command of the two sides differ greatly, there will be no possibility of a comeback.

——It’s not that I don’t want to, but I can’t.

This thought was fleeting in his mind, but it made Hyde feel terrified.He seemed to have caught some inspiration and began to think about it.

There is still an extremely cruel war underfoot. Without his command, even if the Mythical Legion can win this time, not many soldiers will survive.

But Hyde seemed to completely ignore everything on the chessboard. The bloody battle seemed to be just the images and fragments recorded by the magic crystal, which could no longer stir up any waves in his heart.

In the White Rose Manor in the nihilistic world, meeting each other, talking and body language were all dismantled and slowed down in his consciousness.

"At first it showed only the ability to amplify emotion and suggestion...and later to provoke and dominate."

"It is constantly learning, or absorbing my abilities to improve itself. This is the guy's purpose of delaying time."

He looked at his hands suspiciously, then raised his head and continued to ask.

"It's just... Are these powers related to me now? What do you think?"

At some point, a stone knight straddling a Pegasus broke through the line of defense and appeared in front of Hyde.

He raised the giant sword in his hand high and was about to swing it down hard, but he never expected that the other party would raise his head and ask himself an inexplicable question at this time.

The stone statue, which had little wisdom in the first place, did not pause at all, and continued to swing the giant sword that could cut the opponent into two pieces.

The blade swept across Hyde's body, but left no damage on the surface.This is the performance of the sword when it is extremely sharp, and even the person who has been cut off is not aware of the fact that he is dead.

But right now, it was a completely different situation. He did not suffer any injuries. The front part of the two-handed epee passed through his body strangely and condensed again, as if cutting through flowing water and illusory light and shadow.

"So this is my power..."

The boy's expression was still a little dazed, then he closed his eyes, and nodded sincerely to the stone knight.

"Thank you for giving me such an opportunity - now, you can sleep deeply."

As he closed his eyes, the moon-white light curtain immediately shrouded in a layer of quiet darkness, and the stone statues stopped moving one after another, scattered into crystal clear gravel.

The boy opened his eyes again, but his pupils had burned into a dazzling golden red.The blazing sunlight tore through the night, making the entire chessboard seem to penetrate into a golden ocean of light.

"The two sons of God born from eggs, light and darkness, loneliness and joy, blindness and arrogance... Is this my divinity?"

Chapter 1 Zero Seven Chapter Three

Hyde walked forward bathed in golden sunlight, leaving translucent ripples of light in mid-air with every step he took.

"Your movements are still a bit slow. If you are allowed to completely complete the simulation and learning, it is probably equivalent to a weakened version of "armoring"-by then you will replace me as a new divine existence. "

"When was my divinity born? Is it the ritual of using star power to enhance spiritual power?"

"That was just an opportunity."

The human parts of the moth are rapidly falling off, leaving its deformed body to become dilapidated, curling and burning in the blazing sunlight.

But even so, its voice was still as calm as ever.

Hyde narrowed his eyes slightly. He could not control this power very well. Just looking at each other had already caused the other party to suffer heavy injuries.

"You already have sufficient conditions. The brilliance will be born when the night is about to end... Probably when you voluntarily gave up everything for her, its fire was already born. But this is not It’s not a good thing. This fire also means that you will have to walk on the edge of the abyss cliff in the long future. If you fail once, you will lose everything.”

"I get it, so I'm going to keep winning."

Hyde nodded, he realized that it was impossible for the other party to continue to live after losing nearly half of his body.

"I had a chance to beat you."

The moth lifted its crystal head like a distorted pine cone, and the light there flickered for a while, showing signs of going out.

"I also understand... when I am not in a stable state, you can use more extreme methods to usurp everything."

Hyde nodded frankly.

"But I didn't do that."

"Because I found out that even if I got your memory, your appearance and everything that belongs to you, but..."

"The White Rose Manor in this world is still too cold. I am Hyde Belusay, but I am not you after all. I have your memory, including your companions. Your love and hatred are exactly the same."

The moth imitated a strange, haughty yet sad laugh.

"Those memories are so strong that they even make me feel attached to people I've never met—I love them dearly."

"But the person they love is not me."

The crystals in the moth's head gradually extinguished, and the sound became like a whisper before falling asleep.

"God created almost the entire world and gave His creatures warm houses, inexhaustible food and everlasting spring breezes. I am now the head of the family and the owner of this manor... What else can I be dissatisfied with? and luxury."

"Go... help your friends, although the end result may not be what you want."

Saying that, its body was completely withered and pale, and it fell from the air.

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A huge vortex of frozen clouds revolved around a black sun, and rain of fire fell on the profane monsters constantly gushing out of the "hole", but they did not completely burn their bodies as before.

The flesh of the corpses gradually fell off under the white flames, exposing the increasingly ferocious skeleton and burning organs in the chest cavity.The strange icy flames completely ignited their little life left, allowing the weak monsters to burst out with powerful strength in a very short period of time.

The Book of Three Days flipped back and forth in front of Ella, the black cover of the thin book immediately swelled and screamed, the copper locks that originally bound it tightly exploded, and the twisted copper rivets and gears scattered everywhere!

Hundreds of new chapters have been added out of thin air to this thin book that was originally only three pages. It is already a complete and thick holy book, which is spread out in front of the girl and is flipping at high speed.

Each of these filthy pages contained messy information larger than all the books in the British Library put together, and all the information represented by these thousands of pages was being forcibly poured into the depths of the girl's consciousness at this moment!

In this short moment, she glimpsed the deepest mystery of the world through the mouth of a slender well. This huge depth and infinite magnification of consciousness gave her an extremely arrogant thought:

"I have learned all the wisdom of this world!"

But just when this weird fantasy replaced her rationality, Nobold's face, which made her feel extremely disgusted, blocked the frenzy of information like the strongest wall.

The damp retreated quickly, and a large amount of wisdom that did not belong to her was quickly withdrawn from consciousness, and pitch-black blood oozed from the corner of the girl's mouth.

Ella could feel something unpleasant and extremely familiar to her, which was quickly awakening.This process is almost irreversible, but at least—at least I can temporarily overwhelm it, and I can control this terrifying force in a short time.

Her body began to tremble violently, and the illusory wings on her back stretched to the extreme due to pain.

At first, a few black feathers appeared from the tips of the wings, and then this dirty color quickly flowed down, dripped, spread, and wrapped on the three pairs of illusory bone wings that did not exist in material form at all. Every skeleton and wing membrane is covered with rhizomes, criss-crossing blood vessels and twisted muscle villi.

These fluff quickly grew into three pairs of plump wings, but they were not perfect. Seven huge eyes opened and closed slowly in the intricate depths of the wings. They were all slender vertical pupils belonging to snakes.

In the world where lava flows below, another great existence instinctively felt a little uneasy.

In the roar of anger, tens of thousands of tiny orange-red sparks condensed in front of the volcano god son.

Although He is just a fragment of history that Philip used his power to reproduce, and his power is far from comparable to His real body, it also truly controls the rules of the divine level.He is almost immune to any fire-related magic, and the latter can even be said to be an excellent tonic for the Son of the Volcano God.

But for some reason, he couldn't control the gray fires that were constantly eroding the lava world, and even extinguishing them required a considerable amount of power.

At this time, the silver-haired girl stretched out a slender, white finger, and swayed at the monster phantom that was filled with lava and volcanic atmosphere, singing in a high-pitched tone like a hymn:

"In my name, deprive you of your glory, and those who oppose me will surely fall into the abyss!"

The orange-red sparks suddenly dimmed, and the shrieking laughter like a baby was tinged with intense fear at some point. They were dyed with an indelible gray-white color between the bright and dim moments.The fire wings of the monster's phantom fell off and broke inch by inch under the invisible attack. The son of God, who was half floating in the air, struggled and roared a few times, and then fell heavily into the lava!

In the competition for the rules in the field of flames, he was unable to make any resistance to the existence in the sky, and all the authority he had held since ancient times had been deprived by the other party at this time.

It wasn't until the surface of the lava gradually froze into a smooth mirror that this great being realized a fact.

And from the beginning to the end, that arrogant silver-haired girl never glanced at him!

Chapter 1 Death Comes When You Slack

Numerous bone monsters bathed in gray flames hovered in the air, and their skeletons gradually expanded under the flames, making them look more ferocious.

These monsters ignored the behemoth struggling under the volcanic lava, and instead approached an expanding thick yellow-green fog.

But these burning bones, which could hardly be called life, just flew and circled around the dense fog, not daring to enter the range it shrouded.

Could it be that even these corpses, born in the profane black sun, are afraid?Are they even afraid of plague, disease and death?

A monster with the largest body was the first to try. Its head was tall and horny, and its body length even exceeded five meters including its slender tailbone.Some remaining black scales have not been burned by the white flames, and are still covering its dark gray bones.

This monster should have been a sub-dragon with a high bloodline, no matter what kind of world it is placed in, it can be regarded as a very powerful creature.

Although the flesh and scales of Yalong have long been corrupted, with the blessing of two different authorities, its power is even stronger than before.

The little pride left in the depths of his soul made him unable to tolerate the current predicament, and he disobeyed the Lord's order, roaring and rushing into the yellow-green poisonous cloud.

The corrosive acid and poison made its bones and scales creak, and the flames in the dragon's chest dimmed violently.

The little intelligence he had left made him wonder about this. An undead soul that was barely a living being could be affected by poison or disease?But even that little bit of thinking ability doesn't allow it to continue thinking.

When Yalong noticed that the thick fog was only a little troublesome to it, but far from fatal, it roared loudly with its rotten throat and continued to rush towards the source of the fog.

Everything around seemed to have become quiet, the thick fog isolated everything from the outside world, and even the scorching lava and frozen clouds did not affect its interior.

In this poisonous cloud of dead silence that seemed to have never changed since ancient times, Wulong vaguely glimpsed a dry and thin black figure.