Release that Witch

"devil?"

The two men groaned. "You mean the aliens of this world...?"

For the ancient witches, the dream world is more difficult to adapt to modern life than the Kajiad people who live in the city. These ethnic minorities with the same appearance as the devil have been regarded as human beings, not only in words and deeds, but also in human behavior. It is also a different matter to breed each other's offspring and the undead enemies outside.

When I saw the devil, I almost became an instinct of the ancient witch. Under Roland’s repeated account, they were so hard to restrain this impulse. Now they have to suddenly increase their vigilance. It must be said that it is difficult for ordinary people to turn around. Therefore, the first thing he thought of was the first batch of Felice and Yann who followed themselves into the dream, and the main ability was very suitable for hiding.

"You can think so." Roland told the other person's characteristics and suspiciousness. "I didn't see any magic stone in her. This is the biggest difference from the real devil. But you still have to be cautious, under the assumption. She monitors when she has the magic stone ability."

Reading through history is the most effective way to understand a world. Who would be so eager to know the past of the dream world? If the "devil" called Wakiris really comes from the Kajid Peninsula, she should have also received compulsory education. It can be seen from the words of Fiji Han, the other party read the history books almost in chronological order. This is enough to be suspicious at the nodes where both worlds are simultaneously eroded.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The two nodded.

"Even if you confirm that the other person is a devil, don't do it in a nursing home," Roland thought for a moment and added, "One is that there are many awakened people, and it is prone to accidents. Second, I want to figure out how she wears." I have come to this memory."

After all, the end of Room 0510 is not the one or two high-level devil's lair, but an extremely large alien city. If other devils can also pass through the gate, then it is really a headache.

"I understand, just..." Felice hesitated. "If we are not with you, if it is dangerous..."

"Reassure, this is not the real world," Roland smiled. "You have also seen that the ability of those who are demon can not hurt me. As long as they don't take the initiative, they basically have nothing to do. But you, remember to Keep yourself a priority and call me every few hours."

"...Follow, squat." The two looked at each other and pressed their chests to death. "Then we set off."

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When Ipsio walked into the underground assembly point, the whole room was in a special phase with two circles overlapping, and the floor and walls were covered by the scarlet magic light, as if it had become as bright as the embers.

In this state, the area is equivalent to a fictional space that is isolated from the world, and no real thing can affect it.

This naturally also includes tracking and exploration.

She saw that Beta still held her half-squatting position with her hands touching, and her body shape was close to translucent, like an illusory shadow.

According to the time flow here, he has maintained this position for almost half a month.

"Not finished yet?" Ipsy looked at the delta standing still.

The latter's mask flashed, and it seems that the consciousness can no longer be used directly for communication. The hoarse scorpion replied, "The world is very bloated, and comprehensive analysis is not so easy. But Beta's work is nearing completion, I believe There will be results soon. On your side? Have you heard any news?"

"The magic stealer set a trap and is waiting for us to cast the net."

The rules of the world's composition limit the power of God, even if they represent the will of the gods, they have to follow the rules.

"Sure enough." Delta's tone has no ups and downs. "This seems to be a time-saving and labor-saving practice. Unfortunately, we don't need those scattered magic."

Ipsy nodded and didn't pick up.

There is a simpler way to destroy these ideologies that are not controlled by the gods, that is, to directly destroy the creators of the ideology. They mostly use the creator's consciousness as the source, just like the relationship between the house and the pillar, as long as the support column is removed, the world It will collapse and the magical power to be distributed will be returned to the domain.

It's just that the world is big enough. It's not easy to find the creators in countless goals. Therefore, they must first mobilize the magic of the world to analyze the world in order to accurately locate its roots.

Before entering the Prism City, it was to solve the magical needs. There is a lot of core support. It is only a matter of time to complete the analysis.

Of course, finding does not mean that it can be successfully eliminated. The creators are often sheltered by the world. The previous failures are also for this reason.

In order to fight against asylum, it is necessary to pull the creator into the fissure where the two circles overlap, and the **** can interfere with the rules of the world and kill the enemy in one fell swoop.

Therefore, even if it is a god, there is a possibility of failure.

But time is running out.

They are the last hope of the gods. If even they fail, the gods will directly destroy the entire consciousness. The efforts of thousands of years will be ruined, and all the accumulated achievements will be attributed to nothingness. If it is not a last resort, the gods will never go out of this step.

There is no doubt that everything is the fault of the master of this world.

Ipsy involuntarily pinched his fist, but quickly released it.

Hey, what's wrong with this?

Why is she angry?

As a god, she should not have any feelings.

There is neither joy nor sorrow, nor worry about victory or defeat. She should not care about anything except the task.

Wait, think of it, I have never thought of a similar problem before.

"What happened?" Delta noticed her move.

"No, nothing..." She turned and went to the corner and sat down slowly.

When did this change start?

Ipsy thought for a long time, only to vaguely notice that it was the moment he killed the traitor of the betrayer.

At that time, she disguised herself in the apostles and quietly approached the traitor who was homologous to her until the moment she took the shot, and the latter reacted.

Strangely, the traitor did not make much resistance. When her arm was piercing through the other's chest, she just gently held her **** arm and leaned over and said a word.

The content she has not remembered clearly, but the voice... but unexpectedly familiar, even a kind of warmth, as if the long-awaited embrace.

And the expression of solidification on the face of the last betrayer is a calm smile.

Damn, what do you want to do now?

No, why am I angry for this?

Ipssy suddenly felt confused in his mind.

“What do you want to say?” Delta said again. “There is no way to communicate with each other, and if you have something to say.”

"I"

At this moment, a burst of sorrow suddenly swayed from the center of the room, and Beta, who had been half-squatting, opened his eyes.

"Search has been completed."

“It’s all right,” Delta Tadden shifted his gaze. “What is the result?”

Beta raised his hands and three fuzzy avatars appeared in his palm, and gradually became clear and complete with the reorganization and combination of lines.

"Is there three?"

"Yes, but we only have to deal with the remaining two, because the first one is no longer there."

Ipsio quickly read all the information in the image.

The three creators are

"Betrayed God to make the body of consciousness, the correlation is 1%, codename 岚."

"Self-logical consciousness, correlation is 42%, code name Jieluo."

"Unknown sources of consciousness, correlation 57%, codename Roland."