Blood Candle Keep Disciple

Chapter 533 The Chaotic World

As Zhen Cheng said, he went straight across the crowd and went back.

It wasn't until then that everyone followed Zhen Cheng with their eyes, and found that the door behind them had turned into...a pitch-black door with graffiti on the wall.

The power of [their] must be outside the gaze of the observer to take effect.

Stepping into the gate that should have been just graffiti on the wall, Zhen Cheng came to a familiar place.

It was dark in here.

Then there is light.Dark red, pale silver...deep black.

"You came."

In front of Zhen Cheng, a suspended metal cylinder appeared.

It rolled downwards, like water waves and tongues, twisting metal folds and waves.The shadows cast by the twisted folds flashed the contours of the facial features.

"Olly..."

Although he knew early on that the current scene would happen, Zhen Cheng still had a slightly complicated look on his face:

"Last time I met you, you helped me with fables and reminders. This time, I went to learn that what [they] have been doing to us all along came from you.

Regarding your motive, I think of many possibilities.Final guesses are...

You are the guardian of mankind, willing to help people survive.But you don't want to see...someone take the seat of [Poet Killer].

Am I right? "

Without emotion, the metallic voice sounded again:

"Fathers forge swords to protect their children.

The gangster snatched the sharp blade and used it to hurt his child.

Half of the intelligence will only deduce half of the truth. "

Zhen Cheng smiled knowingly, and it was still the familiar three-paragraph fable:

“[They] like music, and the traces of [their] distorted space will be recorded... I should have guessed your identity at that time.

It wasn't until I saw the kindness shown by these little clones when they heard your work, "Orestes", that I was sure of my guess.

Domain Administrator, Ollie.You are one of the three gods who once broke through the limit of the world, from the lower universe, and then climbed to the top of the eleventh dimension [Huafan]—Euripides, right? "

"Take off your robes and put on the hermit's sackcloth,

You don't know whether he was a farmer or a king.

Memory is not eternal, it can be broken and lost like the world. "

Oliver replied.

Zhen Cheng vaguely felt that the guy in front of him didn't like to talk around the corner like this, but had to.

She understood that the meaning of these words was not to tell her that she had guessed correctly, but to express that this guy himself did not know whether his guess was correct or not.

Just like Qu Yun who sublimated [Destiny] into the world, this guy...has lost his memory.

"Really? Then these things may help you retrieve part of your memory." She said, and with a wave of her long sleeve, she threw a large handful of Oli clones in front of its real body.

Except for still holding a small piece in her hand and not throwing it out, Zhen Cheng directly gave all the clones she found.

Since Qu Yun can recover her memory by absorbing [World Fragments], maybe the situation of Euripides is the same?

She is quite sure about Olizhu's identity.

If such a being can restore memory, or even restore the original strength, then in the game between Qu Yun and "fate", this is undoubtedly a very beautiful backhand.

In any case, the three gods are the first to stand up as the indigenous gods of the bottom universe, and to fight against the rule of the creator gods of the real universe.

Although there is no basis and no certainty, Zhen Cheng is looking forward to it.

The little guys all over the floor were different from the size of the palm to the size of the fingernails. At this time, they all rolled down in front of Oli Zhu's body, but they lost the previous liveliness in the outer space.

They are like metal cast toys, without any vitality, rolling to the ground like a still life.

He neither stood up and jumped, nor did he turn into a liquid and enter the column that melted like Ollie, as Zhen Cheng expected.

"Sorry to disappoint you, my people.

They are not my memories, but my will, hopes, and ambitions.

Someone once longed for the sun, made a pair of wings out of wax, and wanted to fly out of the sky.

The sun melted the wings and the man fell.He broke his legs and lost his dexterous hands.

Those who have lost everything cannot give any help to future generations.

His existence is the mockery and trampling of the hateful gods in the sky.

Only death is the peace that losers deserve. "

Regardless, [they] did have an impact on Oriju.At least it is now able to speak out of the fixed format.

The answer, however, was disappointing.Zhen Cheng refused, "You asked me to kill you?

No, I didn't come to you to thank you for the history you have contributed to the creatures of the universe.I came here just to get your artifact. "

"Cough ha ha ha ha..." Olizhu made a tooth-stinging voice as if the metal was twisted and deformed after fatigue: "That's just right.

The gods made me what I am, and I've paid the price for my credulity, and I've had enough of it.

You are very strong, and the person behind you, without any guidance, just relying on his own analysis and speculation, has reached a position that makes those guys extremely headaches, and we have never reached a position.

If they can return to my body, maybe I'm still willing to fight with you.

But for me now, all this has no meaning.Even the [God of Relief] couldn't make me complete again.

Can human beings break through the barriers of the real universe; what will happen to those insidious creation gods who deceived me; they are willing to be slaves and become their lackeys; those who are not willing to be restricted, bet all their struggles...

All of these have nothing to do with me. "

As Olizhu said, ripples appeared in the metal body, and a dynamic round hole gradually appeared on the chest as if it had been eroded by strong acid.

A mass of flesh and blood, like a heart, is buried in the column.

The hand suspended in the form of a metal ball penetrated into the body, pulled out the meat ball, and threw it to Zhen Cheng.

Zhen Cheng was stunned, took it in his hand, and found that this disgusting looking thing did not have the peculiar smell as imagined.

"This is the artifact I created, and the [God of Relief] that accompanies me when I break through the limit of the universe and break into the real universe," Olizhu said with indescribable exhaustion:
"Before I was killed, in order to avoid falling into the hands of the gods, I hid it in the tomb of my old friend.

Later, a candidate for the game of this era took it out in order to get out of the game system.

Not long after, it came back to me as the price of a wish.

Now, you only need to make a wish on it, obliterate my existence, and you can end my suffering.

In return, I will teach you how to calculate the price of making a wish.This will help you maximize its effectiveness in future wars.

Don't worry, the price of this wish will be fully borne by me, the instigator, and will not affect you in the slightest. "

Looking at the meatball in his hand, it was hard for Zhen Cheng to imagine that it was one of the three famous artifacts.

She didn't have any special expectations for the calculation method of the wish price.The answer given by senior sister Misha not long ago showed that when this thing was in the hands of the teacher, the secrets of this aspect should have been deciphered to a considerable extent.

That is to say, even if Oli substitutes this secret into the eternal life, it will not affect Zhen Cheng's subsequent use.

But as the 【Poet of Predator】, she was not willing to let this ancestral senior return to nothingness in such a simple way.

An interesting and bold idea gradually took shape in Zhen Cheng's mind.

(End of this chapter)