Chapter 834 Conjecture about the divine realm, the ultimate form of the shelter!
In the tall, primitive ancient forest, countless leisurely birds rest on the trees, chirping and venting their energy.
Occasionally, a breeze blows, startling a flock of birds and flying around in panic.
In the middle of the forest.
There is a quaint and old wilderness courtyard.
The wooden house made of huge logs in the courtyard looks to be quite old, and its appearance exudes an obvious brassy look.
On the tea table in the courtyard in front of the wooden house, two people with extremely asymmetrical bodies were sitting.
"Although I don't know what means Master Poseidon used to repair my statue, but the rules are the rules. Before the curse of the Tiger Ancestral God is lifted, I will die the moment I speak." Lance, who is more than four meters tall, looks very alive.
Like engineering equipment.
He carefully picked up a teapot about the size of a bucket, took out a cup of strong tea, and gently placed it in front of Somo.
The original divine power was damaged twice in a row, and the statue was blown up by external force.
Lance originally thought that this time of recuperation would take at least a few years.
But what surprised him was that in just one night, the other party used a method that was elusive to him to completely repair the statue.
"Don't worry, I won't ask you these things today. I just came in to chat with you." Sumo sighed: "I really envy you that you still have memories, but I have forgotten too many things."
Lance: "."
The other party's words may sound okay at first, but if you think about it carefully, you can feel the strong meaning of Versailles.
Memory, is it just a ball compared to strength?
If he, Lance, has such strength, why would the cursed tiger ancestor dare to enslave him? He must kneel down obediently.
Thinking like this, Lance suddenly felt a pain coming from the top of his head.
This is a rule blessed by the Curse Tiger Ancestor God on his divine body, and he will always monitor whether he has any thoughts of rebellion.
After a few pains, he could only stop his thoughts and whispered in apology:
"Lord Poseidon, you are strong enough to stand at the top of the small world, and your memory will be restored."
"You are talking about the small world and the big world. What on earth are these? Is there any distinction between each world?"
"This." Lance thought for a while, and after confirming that this was not the scope restricted by the Curse Tiger Ancestral God, he said with confidence: "The size of the world determines the upper limit of the strength of our gods. Gods in a tiny world like ours
, the highest limit can only reach the level of a god, and can never touch the level of a true god. As for those gods born in the super world, it is said that they started as true gods as soon as they were born, possessing unimaginable divine power.
After becoming a god, the divine realm we open up is also based on the world where we have become a god. It is still the same principle. The higher the level of the world, the higher the level of the divine realm we open up, and the stronger the abilities that are born."
"Birth directly determines the level of future achievements?" Sumo understood instantly.
"Could it be said that the distinction between big and small worlds is based on the number of creatures in them?" he asked.
"Yes, but not entirely." Lance nodded: "The size of a world mainly depends on the power of faith that the world can provide. No matter how high the level of the world is, it does not have enough power of faith to let the gods inside
Gain divine power and advance to higher levels."
"Is that why these gods invade other worlds for more power of faith?"
"If the gods at a low level, like ours, where the world has collapsed and only the realm of gods is left, they may do this." Lance explained: "But when it comes to high-level gods, what they pay more attention to is not the amount of power they have.
, but the source of power. Let's put it this way, if you are a sea god in a small world, even if you have hundreds of millions of believers, it will be difficult to win against the local sea god in the big world.
Similarly, even if there are billions of believers in the big world, they will be severely suppressed in the super world, and it will be extremely difficult to communicate with the original power, and their strength will not be the same."
"Wait a minute, Curse Tiger Ancestral God and the others invaded my current world, is it because the level of this world is higher than that of the big world?" Sumo suddenly asked.
But this time, Lance shuddered and suddenly stopped talking.
The hidden cursed tiger mark between his eyebrows also floated out, emitting a thick black and translucent black light.
At the same time, Sumo's vision went dark, until he could see clearly ahead again.
Suddenly, he found that he had left Lance's divine world and returned to a hill in the plain.
"Hey, sir, are you awake?" Bao Lei was sitting next to him, observing the movements of the evolutionaries in the distance. When he saw Somo waking up, he smiled and said, "You are very tired these days, why don't you take a nap?"
"It's okay, I've rested."
Shaking his neck, Somo stood up, still analyzing the series of conversations he had just had with Lance in his mind.
If the wasteland under his feet is the big world he talks about, then there is no need for the five royal ancestors to spend so much effort to invade.
But if this is a super world, what about the wasteland outside, and the wasteland of the previous generation in the White Sand Ruins?
Trinity, this is a wasteland, but how can it be possible that they are all super worlds?
Unable to figure out this doubt, Sumo thought about it back and forth, and suddenly a very bold idea came to his mind.
According to Lance, the divine realm of gods is based on the world.
Depending on the level of the world, the levels of divine realms opened up will also be different.
Thinking about it this way, what if the ruins we are entering now are the divine realms created by the gods of previous generations in the wasteland?
Su Mo murmured in his mouth, as if the scene of his secret conversation with Poseidon Jiang Chu appeared again before his eyes.
At the beginning of the struggle, the alien race that controlled the authority voluntarily handed over everything and gained the qualification to go to other worlds to reproduce.
However, humans won the game through gambling and put all the authority of the wasteland into the same safe.
After disaster after disaster, as long as you perform well, you can get permission rewards and become a god.
After years and months, humans hiding everywhere have obtained 12.1% of the authority, while games have obtained 14.9%, which is still a long way from 51%.
"In order to gain more authority in order to deceive others, the game wouldn't really choose to move the main battlefield here to secretly infiltrate Chen Cang, right?"
"This idea is simply too crazy, but if the place I am stepping into now is really the domain left by a god, then it all makes sense."
"If I didn't really enter another world."
"Rather, this place is originally the divine domain of a god, a divine domain rooted in the wasteland. To be more precise, this is the refuge of the god in the wasteland. It is the sanctuary that has developed to the end and the space has been expanded to the extreme.
The ultimate form!?”
Suddenly realizing what the three ruins had in common, Sumo felt an uncontrollable shiver down his back from the rejoicing.
The outside world wants to cause disasters to stimulate creatures to seize authority. Not only is the risk high, but it is also easy to be intercepted by humans.
Therefore, the game directly chooses to narrow the scope to each divine domain, using a more extreme, but also safer way to stimulate.
As for why this is the wasteland eight years in the future, the humans here have also gone through a complete eight years.
After thinking about it, Sumo could only attribute the reason to the mysterious authority.
If the game is true as Poseidon Jiang Chu said, it has already mastered a certain amount of time authority and has the ability to change the world within its scope.
He can't completely modify the wasteland world, but if he wants to modify a small divine domain, it shouldn't be a problem.
"I'm stuck with bugs, and the game is also stuck with bugs. In total, no one wants to complete it according to the rules, right?"
"I entered here with his help. Even if I complete the so-called tasks later and receive permission rewards for my outstanding performance, the final ownership will belong to the game."
"No, the top priority is that I have to quickly figure out what permissions I want to obtain for this game, and whether this is a divine domain."
"Once I am sure that it is the realm of God, no matter what, I will try to see if I can turn my passive into an active one!"
With a thought, Somo looked at the Lance statue in his hand and put it back in his arms.
Before finding the next statue of the god and matching what Lance said, he decided not to continue asking rashly.
If the other party comes up with nine truths and one falsehood, and makes some falsehoods in key places, the consequences will be unimaginable.
"Bao Lei, pay close attention to the nearby divine enchantment in the past few days. Once it appears, we will rush there immediately."
"Okay, sir, don't worry, I'm always checking on the radio~"
The water is solid on the plain.
A large group of mutant evolvers were sitting on four armed vehicles, heading straight towards the camp.
And the strong man sitting in the second car was none other than Violet Huro, the divine servant who set off from the base before dawn.
Ever since I learned that someone has a method that can damage the foundation of other people's divine power.
He prepared his team almost non-stop in order to block the news as soon as possible and successfully obtain this method.
At this time, the Neng chariot was galloping on the plain, and soon passed through the battle site left last night, and came to the place where the statue of divine power was taken away and destroyed.
Putting on a pair of leather gloves, Hu Luo carefully took out the statue of divine power from the trunk.
He placed it gently on the ground and got the message after a moment.
"It's actually the remaining aura of the eighth-level evolver?" Hu Luo nodded slightly towards the place where the water spear erupted last night.
"Sir, the eighth-level evolver is not easy to mess with. Are we going to do it?" Besszedo, who had already fallen to the fourth level, followed him, panting rather unwillingly.
If I had known that this man was an eighth-level evolver, he would have been so excited that he would have just run away as soon as they met.
But who would have thought that this man would shamelessly pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, luring him to the bait at the critical moment.
If he hadn't noticed the gap at the last moment and used the life-saving trick he had studied with great concentration, he would have been among the corpses around him that were already slightly smelly before they were collected.
"No need, just punch the old master to death. The eighth-level evolver is strong, but he doesn't have the strength to crush us head-on."
"What's more, I'm also at level 8, and I have the help of a level 4 statue!" Hu Luo smiled confidently, rewrapped the statue and put it in the trunk.
The levels among evolvers are not as strict as those of alien races.
To be more precise, although he has acquired abilities that are no less than those of aliens, he still has huge flaws in his body.
Being hit in the vital part by a gun and cut into the internal organs by a knife, not to mention an eighth-level evolver, even a higher-level divine guard commander, and even a believer in the gods, will have to finish it.
What's more, with the statue of divine power in their hands, they can advance and attack, retreat and defend in the next battle, making them completely invincible.
"Let's go, follow the migration traces left last night, and we will catch up. We must find this person and capture him no matter what today!"
"yes!"
Everyone got in the car again and left quickly along the unclear lizard traces on the ground.
And the direction they were chasing was also the direction the team was migrating today.
Migration team, in front of the marching group.
Yan Xiangfei sat on the lizard's back with a sad face, looking at the roster of personnel in his hand, coughing occasionally, and looking a little lonely.
Just yesterday, when the number of people in the camp exceeded 5,000, he even announced boldly and enthusiastically that he would create a new county and town in Tianyuan territory that is no less powerful than Nabaoyu County.
But just one night later, an evolutionist attack thwarted all his ambitions.
Any prospects are empty talk.
Any future is self-deception.
He can't even manage a camp with 5,000 people in place, and yet he negotiates to manage a county and town with hundreds of thousands of people?
"Elder Liu, after today's rest, I'm afraid we won't be able to camp in the same way as before."
"I thought about it and decided to distribute them together reasonably according to their reported abilities. In case of an accident, they can instantly form a combat force." Yan Xiangfei suddenly said to Liu Xian who was dozing next to him.
The latter was stunned for a moment. He didn't hear clearly and could only say vaguely: "Don't worry, Sect Master, Brother Su is here, so you don't need me."
"I mean, forget it."
Hearing the word Brother Su, Yan Xiangfei shook his head speechlessly and said no more.
He has been studying this group of people for many days, but still hasn't seen through their details.
As for last night, according to reports from latecomers, some people said that the group robbed the lizard and left the camp to go elsewhere.
As for whether to really lure the evolvers away or to escape on their own, who can tell?
Thinking like this, Yan Xiangfei felt more and more powerless. There was no one around him who was good at management and could share his worries.
However, before his thoughts could be filled with thoughts, an unusual sound of engines came from far and near, quickly outflanking him from the flanks.
Two left, two right.
Four capable vehicles came out from both sides, forcibly blocking the team's progress.
"What the hell?" Yan Xiangfei frowned and waved his hand to signal the team behind him to stop.
Then he rode the lizard forward again, and happened to meet the eyes of the divine servant Hu Luo who was stepping out of the Neng chariot.
Except for Hu Luo, who was wearing a short shirt, revealing his strong body, the other nearly 30 people who got off the bus were all dressed in black, with their faces covered tightly.
"Who are you?" After seeing the opponent's size and roughly judging his combat effectiveness, Yan Xiangfei shouted in a somewhat troublesome voice.
"Last night, someone in your team ruined the plan made by our Lord God Attendant. Who it is, hand him over, and the rest of you can leave." Besizedo stepped forward and shouted the same.
"What's your plan?" Yan Xiangfei was stunned for a moment, then his face turned cold: "Are you the dogs of Shenting?"
"Huh, that's such a loud tone. Just what you said just now is enough for us to kill your whole family."
"Kill my whole family? Are you worthy of a dog like you?" Yan Xiangfei narrowed his eyes and made several gestures behind his back with his left hand without missing a beat.
The next second, dozens of people rushed out from the migration team, each holding a rifle in their hands, pointing directly at the Divine Attendants.
However, before they could pull the trigger, there was a lavender light curtain that they had never seen before.
But it suddenly rose from the car, covering the entire plain at a speed that was difficult to catch.
"You should be lucky to be able to see the power of the fourth-level statue in the last moments of your life!"
In front of everyone, Hu Luo slowly took off his short shirt, revealing his bronzed muscles.
He smiled ferociously, and his foot speed increased sharply.
After a while.
Yan Xiangfei was like a rag doll, knocked away by an indescribable force and fell heavily to the ground.
He climbed up with difficulty, half-knelt on the ground, and looked at the divine servant Hu Luo in the distance, who was like a god and demon coming to the world, walking freely among the crowd.
At this time, Hu Luo's human form had almost completely faded away, and he had long since turned into a ferocious monster that was nearly two and a half meters tall.
The surface of his skin is covered with a thick layer of black scales, blocking all sharp objects.
Anyone touched by his huge palm will either die or be injured.
Even the Lianjiazi in their Nirvana Sect is not an enemy of Yihe.
"We, Lord Attendants of God, are here today just for one person. We do not want to stop your migration."
"Hand over this person, and we will get out of the way immediately and let you move forward." Following Hu Luo, Bezizedo shouted loudly.
It was too dark last night, and in his haste, he couldn't see the person's face clearly, let alone his name.
But in front of the Divine Attendant, he did not dare to reveal that he knew nothing, so he could only deceive others while arresting and interrogating those with identity in the team.
"Master Yan Xiangfei, you should know a lot of information, right?" After shouting for a while, he found that no one came forward. Beiqi Zeduo walked over with a sinister smile: "I heard them say that a lot of people left this morning.
, the remaining people should all trust you very much."
"Sect Master, you don't want to disappoint these people, right?"
"you!"
Yan Xiangfei gritted his teeth, his throat felt sweet, and a few traces of blood could not help but seep out from the corners of his mouth.
He struggled to stand up, but Hu Luo had just hit him in the lower abdomen. Now his whole body seemed to be falling apart, and there was pain everywhere.
"I have no idea who you are looking for. What will happen to me if you don't tell me clearly?"
"It seems you still don't give up, okay, from now on, I will kill one person every minute until you are willing to speak." Interrupting Yan Xiangfei's words, Beqizedo walked to a carriage and opened the door.
The tarpaulin looked at the wounded inside.
Thunderballs began to gather at his fingertips. Although it was much less powerful than last night, it still caused the wounded inside to scream.
However, it was just at this time.
Whoosh!
Several figures walked out of the camp, led by a dull young man with a sallow face.
He walked gently in front of Yan Xiangfei and touched his face. A mask as thin as a cicada's wings was lifted off, revealing his honest face that was half corroded by black spots.
"I hid all the way. Last night, I was forced to rescue a few people with Lao Yue, but I didn't expect that you would still find me." The middle-aged man smiled casually, ignoring those terrifying black spots, which looked like
An honest farmer.
However, the power emanating from his body caused Hu Luo to stagnate and slowly turned his head.
"This is level nine." Seeing the slightly familiar face in front of him, Hu Luo was stunned, and then reacted in disbelief: "Are you the Su Weiyi on the wanted order? Why aren't you in the Longqi territory?
Well, how could you be here?"
"And Yue Fa, you are not the chief instructor of Longqi's guards."
The appearance of two names in a row caused Besizedo's smile to suddenly freeze.
Su Weiyi may be an ordinary name.
But the great god standing behind him, his daughter, is the current real lord of Tianyuan Territory.
