When encountering sudden unknown events, human beings will generally have three states.

The first is to fall into confusion. Waiting for the progress of events and passively accepting the baptism of fate.

The second is to follow habits and instincts, be dominated by these two, and subconsciously carry out actions without much thinking.

The third is to use the brain to complete a round of thinking and cognition, and then take different measures based on judgment.

Wang He is currently in the third state mentioned above.

What he faced was a special being who destroyed a thousand-meter lighthouse in an instant.

His instincts told him there was no life left.

Just like if you go astray in the game and encounter a plot where you will die, restarting may be the best choice.

After thinking about it, Wang He came to the conclusion that no matter what he tried to do, he could not disobey the idea of ​​the "lady" who was the creator in the devil's mouth.

His life or death depends entirely on the other person.

However, Wang He would never leave his fate to the other party.

He put away all the divine power he had previously unleashed.

Defense is completely meaningless in the face of powerful existence.

Taking an attacking stance will make him die faster.

Then, he respectfully performed a common elven etiquette in the Western civilized world to the creator of the plane.

Wang He raised his head, suppressed the many negative emotions in his heart, and opened his mouth to the pale arm and the endless blades that made him feel threatened, horrified, and painful just by looking at it.

"Dear lady, I am the goddess of water springs and peace, the representative of Eddas, an ally of Melikai, the goddess of forests and rangers, and also the goddess of the moon, an ally of Selun. My name is Abel, and I can

What an honor to see you here!"

In the face of a powerful existence, all he can do is move his allies out.

Wang He’s judgment

This lady once took action against the devil. It is more likely that she is not of the evil camp.

In this way, representatives of the good camp can gain advantages in name only.

He had experienced this countless times when he was in the Western civilized world.

Similarly, in the world of the multiverse, allies of gods should not be a simple identity.

Forming an alliance with a god who represents a certain pantheon of gods is an almost impossible joke for mortals.

But Wang He happened to have this advantage.

Wang He explained his identity as the agent of the good god and his ally, and at the same time expressed his basic respect for this lady.

Then, he took the initiative to lower his stance and threw out his chips, "Madam, I was involved in a conspiracy and accidentally entered this plane. I never took the initiative to enter the realm you created. Please forgive me if I have offended you. As an apology,

If you have any instructions, I will do my best to assist you!"

After Wang He finished speaking, he quietly waited for the other party's reaction.

What he should do and what he can do, all the resources and trump cards he has have been thrown out, and life or death no longer matters.

Compared with these, Wang He was more curious about whether the other party could communicate.

Surrounding that giant hand, the densely packed steel blades that seemed to make people feel painful just by looking at them made him somewhat doubt the correctness of his actions.

You can communicate with intelligent creatures, but what if the other person is not?

As if to confirm Wang He's guess, the other party did not respond.

The face of the gods from the good camp seems to have no effect.

The next moment, the endless blades were like twisted spiritual snakes, attacking him quickly.

The speed of the blade had exceeded Wang He's reaction limit, and he could only watch helplessly as the bright silver blade passed in front of him.

Then, the endless blades completely surrounded him, and the darkness cut off the light.

A huge silver sphere made of countless blades appears in front of the players watching from a distance.

They watched it with great interest, and even began to joke with each other and bet on Wang He's life and death.

As a result, the system prompt suddenly sounded

"The special dungeon mission of 'City of Two Suns' has ended, and the participants will be sent back in 10 seconds. The rewards will be settled after returning to the original world, 10, 9..."

"Is this the end?"

"What a rip-off! I haven't gained much benefit at all!"

"So this is the main plot the NC is talking about? Planner, get out of here!"

Just when the last second countdown sounded while the players were shouting, a certain old man with gray hair and a childish face suddenly appeared among the players.

"Where did the old man come from?" As soon as the only player who found the old man said this, he immediately turned into white light and was teleported out.

The old man made a spell, and then took a deep look at the sphere composed of the constantly rotating blades.

The next moment, he lost track.

On the other side, Wang He fell into darkness, but his mood was unexpectedly calm.

Not dying is a victory for him.

The measures he took seemed to leave room for maneuver. The other party didn't seem to have any intention of killing him directly.

In the darkness, Wang He could clearly sense some kind of peeping gaze.

Like a whole-body examination with some kind of instrument, he could feel everything in his body, even his inner soul, being probed by the other party.

The godhead that was originally regarded as a reliance did not cause any movement at this time.

Just like losing contact, he found that he could no longer communicate with the godhead.

It is even more impossible to borrow the power from it.

Wang He doesn't have much regret that the godhead does not exist in his body.

He already has the divine imprint in his soul, and there will always be a way to contact the divine being again in the future.

He thought for a moment and decided to try to explore the environment. With this in mind, he began to touch a certain cold steel blade.

With his touch, the blade moved slightly toward the outside like a living life.

He didn't seem happy with his rude behavior.

Then, a huge chain reaction began!

Like a cage made of silver-gray walls, the bricks on the wall suddenly bulged and separated, and the many blades began to rotate counterclockwise and retreat outward together.

From a top-down perspective, it is like a steel flower made of blades, suddenly blooming under Wang He's light touch!

Above Wang He's head, an extremely bright light shone down.

As if he had thought of something, he immediately stretched out his hand and tried to catch an escaping blade.

But things didn't go as he wished.

The blade quickly flew around and into the air, disappearing in an instant.

At the same moment, Wang He heard the crisp sound of a metal object falling to the ground.

He lowered his head and found a silver-gray key that seemed to be made of the same material as the steel blade.

The structure of the key is very simple, with only one external tooth, which is not much different from the ancient Western keys commonly seen in TV series.

Wang He subconsciously bent down and picked up the key, and then he suddenly discovered

Under the feet, it was no longer the soil on the shore. Instead, it was blocks of dark brown square bricks.

Wang He quickly stood up, he had no time to think too much at this moment.

He found that he was no longer in the original Doubleday World, but a huge empty square.

To the south of the square, there is a small fountain in the middle.

Strangely, there were a lot of things that looked like food and books left beside the fountain. There must have been people here not long ago.

Wang He looked around and noticed unusual movement.

Many strange creatures that cannot be called human beings are slowly gathering around the square.

From a monster with an octopus head and body, to an orc-like wolf-headed man, and then a humanoid existence with some kind of slime creature on its head, all kinds of weird races are slowly rushing to this small square.

They all seemed to have one thing in common, which was staring at Wang He in the center of the square without any scruples.

Wang He's scalp was numb and he was a little wary. But soon, he discovered that these guys didn't seem to have any malicious intentions.

When they looked at Wang He, they showed more emotions called curiosity. No individual showed hostility, and his innate skills did not detect the approaching danger.

Wang He searched again, and the only thing he could find that felt familiar was the gray-green pigeon that had just flown back to the square from the air and was wandering around a certain fountain.

Wang He immediately clarified his thoughts, held the key in his hand, and used the "grasp of space" to take it back to the alien space.

Then, he began to stare at these creatures of various shapes with big eyes and small eyes.
To be continued...