"Keep an eye on her until I come out and deal with her. Be careful, make sure she's good or not bad."
The human blood softens the wildness of the dark elves, and the light brown skin gives the assassin a different kind of charm. Snorri briefly owned three dark elf slaves on the Yujiang River in Cathay, although the experience was not a good one in the end.
But he still hasn't lost interest.
"I understand, I understand, we will guarantee it with our heads!"
Doromau and Ross didn't think much of it. The bohemian old Jianghu thought that Snorri didn't want anyone to avenge the blood debts in the previous conflict and destroy his own precious spoils.
“Let’s see the effect of so many arrangements!”
Standing in front of the stone sculpture, Snorri took a deep breath and began to connect the passages. The fact that Ranold came to the door pretending to be the number one chosen god was the best indication - he had been pushed to the limit.
"Come in!"
Peiran's divine power opened up a variegated whirlpool, and Lisnori threw himself into it as everyone praised him. The increase in strength was offset by the burden of entering the real body, and the pressure caused by crossing the twisted space and breaking through the boundary resistance was almost sucked into Slaanesh.
That time in the Demon Realm.
"Good guy, running your own Kingdom of God like this is really in line with His style. I don't know if this is because the gods are completely independent or because they are influenced by the demands of believers."
Recovering from discomfort Snorri felt like he was in a medieval version of the Venetian or the Sands in his past life - an all-encompassing entertainment complex. Guys who caught Ranold's favor would enter here - until they lost all their money.
"What is this, a dwarf?"
"Can a person with a stone head and a short body come in?"
"Why don't you ask him what's going on outside?"
Unfortunately, the buildings are no longer as splendid as they once were. As Ranold's power fades, they look much dilapidated. The residents inside point at Snorri. It seems that the dwarves, a determined and honest race, want to become big liars.
Somewhat difficult.
"It's interesting. The Mother Goddess had just awakened at that time, and the Kingdom of God might have collapsed. Ranold is much better. But it's still not enough to give birth to something like the Stormcast Army. Otherwise, a group of security guards should have come out to hold me down.
Already."
Unhindered was what Snorri wanted. He jumped into the air and headed straight to the top floor of the building. There, a group of mixed and somewhat decadent forces were waiting for the final judgment.
"Dwarf, you really dare to break into my kingdom of God before you take off your body. Aren't you afraid that I will fight to the death?"
"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid. But do you know how much I invested in Operation Spring Thunder? It's not only a bad face, but also enough gold coins for your disciples to work overtime for decades. Do you, a big fish, still have the strength to struggle now?"
Ranold's face on the throne was still covered in five-colored light and could not be seen clearly. A strange coin was tossed back and forth between his palms. He seemed to be relying on this artifact called the lucky coin to survive.
"Your means are far beyond what your status on the surface warrants. You can't guess or figure it out."
After repeatedly rolling and failing to get the desired result, Ranold let out a long sigh. After he realized that the squeeze had temporarily delayed the granting of divine favor, the participants in the operation immediately spread rumors that he had fallen, which was even more devastating.
trick.
"Don't blame me when the avenues are fighting."
Snorri didn't want to talk nonsense to the God of Trickster, and his divine power manifested into a pair of hammers and axes and flew straight away. It was the most unpretentious collision of forces between the extraordinary beings, until one party's divine power was exhausted.
"Boom!"
"Come on, let's go! The greed in the hearts of mortals is endless, and I will return one day."
Ranold threw the lucky coin and turned it into a yellow shield to resist, then raised his hand to cut through the space, hesitated for a moment and then jumped out.
"Leave it to me..."
It is true that there is a hidden lock made of sworn authority, but Ranold's approach is obviously not in his plan. There is a subspace outside the Kingdom of God! This is not to spread his own condiments and deliver them to the dining table of four gluttonous diners.
?
Then I thought about it, how much better would it be if it fell into my own hands? Knowing that there is a difference in power, fighting vigorously is the way of a warrior, not a liar. Saving some magical power to protect yourself will give you a chance to escape.
"The city gate caught fire, affecting the fish in the pond. I don't know how helpless and desperate the ancestors in the Kingdom of God felt when the ancestors and gods entered the dusk."
Sitting on Ranold's throne and overlooking his divine kingdom, because there was no divine power to maintain it, it began to slowly disintegrate from the edge at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye. Snorri calmed down and carefully understood the mystery.
"Why did you keep this treasure? It's not in vain."
After a long time, Snorri noticed something strange in the gravel and rubble. They were fragments of the lucky coin, and the ownerless wealth and authority contained in it melted into his body like a tired bird returning to its nest.
"Wealth is the opposite side of me. My partial shaping, His, confuses people's hearts."
In addition to enhancing his original magical powers, Snorri has gained the ability to arouse the endless greed for wealth in the hearts of others - those who are not strong-willed may invisibly degenerate into the so-called slaves of money.
“Who doesn’t love shiny little coins?”
Imitating his own lucky coin toss, Snorri stepped out of Ranold's Kingdom of God with satisfaction. Wait - satisfied? Why did he divide the wealth and power for himself after escaping into the subspace?
"Hey, I'm afraid I've been fooled! Only Tzeentch can deal with this kind of guy!"
Lenovo relied on the induction between shared authorities to lock on Ranold. It is not difficult to guess that he either has another way to sneak back into the mortal world, or he has followers and a hiding place in a nearby world.
"You are finally back!"
"May your glory last forever, the bane of evil people and the patron saint of good people!"
"My God, is this trip going well?"
"Um."
Even after careful preparation, Snorri's mood was no longer so high. He popped out the lucky coin, smashed the stone sculpture, and turned away. As for explaining more? Mortals don't need to worry about the return of gods.
"How long have I been in there?"
"Five days and four nights, Your Majesty. Also, after the third day, there was some commotion among some of your human subordinates."
"Three days? I guess two days. After all, if I lose, what awaits you is the wrath of a true god. It seems that the divine power displayed along the way is more shocking than I imagined."
The steamboat increased its power and headed north again. After taking some time to re-evaluate the extraordinary creatures active in the old world, Snorri had time to deal with business - but before he interrogated the prisoners, he could not rush the mustache who was anxious but wanted to make progress.
Report one by one.
"Assassin - where is the half-elf woman? Bring her here."
"Don't put your dirty hands on my ass!"
Sensing Snorri's suppressed anger, the dwarves quickly carried out his order. Rather than escorting her, it was more like an assassin walking in front with long legs. The soldiers had to struggle to control her speed.