The rope of destiny is the basis of the law of destiny.

It uses the form of lines to illustrate the ethereal and difficult-to-find rules of fate.

No matter where you go or what you tied to, you can observe and explore through this line.

Even rewrite and operation.

As the color of the line is different, it represents different flow directions of destiny.

Although in Wang He's mind, there is no memory of what the color of the line represents.

But his instinctive reaction to the rope of fate could make him make a very accurate judgment.

For example, pure white represents an endless sea of ​​light, and is a place where hope and infinite possibilities live.

Darkness represents an unknown symbol of misfortune and despair.

Specifically, different and specific directions can also be seen based on the subtle deviations of the color.

But generally speaking, the thicker the color, the deeper the connection, and the closer the symbolic fate comes.

This rule of similar divination allowed Wang He to experience the first experience of a "prophecy" technique.

It is not to infer through knowledge, but to know the future that cannot be explored through rules or higher-level methods.

This is the divination that belongs to destiny, and it is also higher than other divination methods in terms of roots. It is a superior law that pursues and creates flow by knowing the source.

At present, in this country similar to the "false paradise of evil gods", what changes will his law of destiny bring?

No one knows except Wang He.

In the cafe, after hearing Wang He's words of unknown significance, Naia said curiously: "Black line?"

He didn't know much about the laws that Wang He mastered. He just knew that it was a superior and powerful ability.

It may be on the same level as his body.

Even, there was a slight possibility that it was infinitely close to the master he had always obeyed the orders.

Although this idea seemed a bit absurd to him, after seeing the devil and Wang He's fight, he had to change his mind.

Master, convey the instructions.

Therefore, he included Wang He in his heart at the same level as the observer's "saint".

After all, if you ask about the most mysterious known organization in the multiverse and if the observer organization dares to say second, no one dares to say first.

Although in terms of strength, it may not be so divided.

However, mystery emerges from the unknown, and power is derived from mystery.

It seems that observers who have never been concerned about the world have the title of mystery in terms of strength.

The Thirteen Saints organized by the special observer have been famous since ancient times, and their true bodies are difficult to distinguish, and even the slightest legend is difficult to pursue, but they have been moving around behind their backs.

There are rumors that they are more willing to meet and contact the world with different identities and appearances.

Just like this monster Wang He who is seriously dressed in human skin.

Because of this, when Wang He pointed out the special word "black line", Naia couldn't help but become interested.

He is unknown to Wang He. But isn’t Wang He the same for him?

Wang He looked cold, as if seeing through Naiya’s thoughts, and said to him: “As a gift to express his respect to me, I can reveal a message to you: If you continue to stay here, you will not be able to spend three hours in this world, and you will be destroyed with this world.”

Wang He stood up, reached out his hand from a high place, and placed his hand in the void about 30 cm in front of Naia.

There was something that Naiya could not see, but Wang He had a very clear view of the thickest diameter of the black rope of fate.

Wang He released the power of the law on his palm, and then, with instinct, gently touched the black line with his hand and pressed it above the line, exerting a little power.

Naia just watched the whole process with fun, without any movement.

Originally, he thought it was just that, but the moment Wang He hand touched something, the power of his body seemed to be exhausted.

Powerlessness, palpitations, suffocation, mental inability to gather

"Death", a word that is not inexperienced for him, popped up from his consciousness in an instant.

But, this time the target is himself.

He couldn't support him and collapsed on the table.

The pupils begin to spread.

Because of the power of inertia, his arm collided with his own cup of coffee, pushed it to the edge, and fell to the ground.

The female cinema clerk in the coffee shop in the distance seemed to notice something abnormal and turned her head to look here.

And Wang He had moved his hand away from the line.

He used this hand to steadily grab the coffee cup that had just fallen and put it back on the table.

The heat of coffee is still dispersed.

For Naia, the stagnant air finally recovered at this moment.

This strange, near-death experience made him a little scared, but full of excitement.

He clearly felt that just need to continue for a while, the time limit of his body would completely disappear.

During this period, he was completely powerless. At least his body was absolutely irresistible.

However, Wang He stopped and everything returned to normal.

Naia smiled.

This trick of being able to play with the fate of others silently has value, whether in his hands or in others' hands.

He recognized Wang He's approach.

Even the object of fate is himself.

"Madam, don't worry! I'm just a little tired recently and want to lie down and take a rest." Naia instantly sat up straight and waved to the middle-aged woman in the distance, which won the woman's smile.

And the next moment, the woman stopped observing any dynamics here.

It seemed that in her eyes, the coffee table and the "two people" next to the table no longer existed.

Naia, clapped loudly, "What a wonderful demonstration!"

"It's a great experience that fear and power creates oppression! With this power, I can't choose not to believe you. What do you want? Even if it's death, I won't refuse."

Naia bluntly expressed Wang He's similar threatening actions and his own disorganized emotions to ordinary people.

Seeing this, Wang He shook his head.

He pointed to the back of Naia's head, a crimson rope of fate connected to the void and said, "But you don't want to die. At least you will not let yourself die here before you receive that order."

Wang He had already discovered the red line and the rules in it.

And his declaration was like the sound of a substantial bell, loud and turbulent, and with the words themselves, it hit Naia's spiritual level.

And, it is absolutely correct.

Because he'd seen it long ago:

Crimson red, slightly bright, means fanatical belief and obedience.

This Naia has the existence of faith and the so-called "Lord". This Naia's "Lord" is not the first time that the command is conveyed.

At this time, Wang He found the red line on the back of Naia's head and suddenly shook vigorously.

Similar to not long ago, but as huge as it is, it is as if something huge was transmitted from the other end of the void.

Naia's appearance changed at this moment.

A hole was opened on the middle line of his forehead, revealing a huge yellow-brown eyeball.

His entire human head suddenly produced a layer of luster under the light.

After closer inspection, a film of moist mucus secreted.

Wang He suddenly felt a kind of oppression.

It was not spiritual, but a kind of fear that this physical instinct had arisen from the real monster in front of him who had changed his identity.

Wang He read it correctly, and a trace of black suddenly mixed into the red line.

Death itself may not be anything to this Naia. Because his master can abandon him at any time.

"A distant, ancient visitor, I can't see your true face clearly." Wang He glanced at the current rope of fate and spoke.

In the view of the law, the only connection between him and that eye is pure white.

hope?

possible?

So, after Wang He finished speaking, he kept waiting quietly.

He watched the other person's clothes fell off and dissolved, and changed from a human to a monster full of mucus, twisted and spliced ​​with various limbs similar to octopus, with countless eyes.

Since its appearance changed, all the three black lines that had existed before that were deadly to Naia disappeared.