Law of the Devil

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Chapter 664 [What is the Divine Level?]

Dewey's heart beats faster, and his grieving eyes look a little lost.

“How can you look at me like that?” The White River simply left old Chris on his knees and walked right in front of Dewey, squinting his eyes, looking at Dewey, shaking his head: “You're badly hurt. ”

“I'm more curious about you than I am about my wounds.” Dewey smiled bitterly and hesitated for a moment: “Are you, or the White River I know, sad? ”

The White River grinned and Dewey relieved herself - at least the way he laughed, just like before.

“I know you have a lot of questions, and in fact, I have a lot of doubts in my mind.” The White River stretched his hand against Dewey's body, frowned slightly, and saw no movement in his hand, but Dewey's body was suddenly loosened, as if it were invisible. Since the injury, a rope tied to his body had been loosened.

“You're locked in by the power of that guy. Sooner or later, if you're not strong enough to break free.” The White River shook its head sadly: “Now is the time, nature can recover slowly. ”

After a pause, the White River sadly said again: “I didn't expect that your strength has improved a bit. I was a long way from here, but I could feel that there were two forces fighting here, one of which was naturally the Orc and the other was you. I didn't expect that you would have made it to the point where you could work with the mighty. ”

Dewey shook his head: "My strength is not my own, nor is it a true divine rank. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been beaten so badly. ”

“Divine class.” White River's sad tone seems a little disheartening: “What's so great about divine rank? ”

Dewey was a little speechless, and he thought, "You're the only one old enough to say that.

And then he smiled, “I wonder... why are you here, in the South? ”

White River's sad face was a bit odd, and he seemed to think, "When I left you, a man walked around the continent. You know, I spent my whole life on Snow Mountain, and then I finally got free, and when I had the chance, I just walked around the Roland mainland and looked around, and finally I didn't know what was going on, so I came to the South Ocean. ”

Dewey was a little confused: "What do you mean you don't know what's going on? ”

White River's sad face was even weirder, pointing to his head: “Here. I walked around the mainland and looked everywhere I wanted. At the end of the day, this thought suddenly occurred in my head, and I didn't seem to know what was going on, so I really wanted to come here. ”

Saying, the White River sad actually sat down casually, sitting next to Dewey.

The popes and angels around them are all abnormal in color. Everyone was injured. After watching the White River grieve three times, they defeated the mighty beast god. At this moment, they don't know how to stand by themselves. Are you leaving, or staying?

Blue Hyatt looked at the White River with a sad glance. “You've changed a lot. ”

The White River frowned and nodded: “It seems like something has changed. ”

Dewey noticed something strange between the grieving eyebrows of the White River and continued: "How did you end up like this? I mean... it. ”

Dewey glanced at the beast god who was still lying in the rocks. The animal god was almost as if he had only one breath left, half unconscious and half awake.

The White River thought for a moment and looked at Dewey: “If I say, I don't even know myself, do you believe me? ”

When he finished, he didn't look at Dewey's face, and the White River slowed himself down: “I've been chasing the ultimate in flowing power. At the beginning, I asked myself that the practice on Snow Mountain had reached the bottleneck, and I thought it would be pointless to stay on Snow Mountain. That's why we're heading north. On the north side, I saw the elf gods of the sinners. I stayed with that guy for a while, played a lot —— to be honest, I've never lost that many times in my life. Later, the guy didn't know what the intent was, and he actually gave it some serious on-demand broadcasts, even pointing out how I broke through my bottleneck —— and it was from that moment on, that I finally really broke through the realm and snooped into the so-called divine level. ”

Speaking of this, I don't know why, but the White River shook its head and sighed, seemed somewhat disappointed.

Dewey was kind of funny: "White, break through the realm, reach the divine level! How many strong people dreamed of unexpected things, you got, why this look? ”

White River's sad gaze shook: “Because I suddenly found myself wrong...”

His face was cold and his tone was slightly dismissive: "I always thought that reaching the divine level would be the pinnacle of strength. But after I fought with the Elf God, I suddenly realized that it didn't seem like it. ”

His voice was a little more chilling: “What if it reached the so-called divine level? I have stood on the threshold of the Divine Level, and as long as I go back to Snow Mountain, be my Witch King again, gather the followers of the prairie, and draw on the power of faith, in a few years, I will be a new Divine Level! But... I don't think it should be like this. ”

Looking at Dewey, the White River seemed helpless: "I don't know how to explain it to you. That's how I feel. I feel... divine, it doesn't seem to be great either. ”

There is nothing extraordinary about the divine level...

Dewey listened to it, but accidentally looked at Hector, who was almost maimed, and swallowed and smeared his mouth - and this guy was qualified to say it again.

“Ridiculous, so called divine, and so smarter than the realm? Humph, the realm is nothing more than a man's power to support his own realm, and the divine hierarchy is just a way to focus the power of millions of people who believe in you on one person. Nothing more than to make your power source a little bigger. But essentially, there is no difference or change in understanding the rules of power compared to the realm. ”

The White River sighed: “After I figured this out, I understood a little bit: this is not the real peak of my quest! So instead of going back to the grasslands to be a new ‘god', I left you, traveled the continent, and finally a feeling in the underworld, came to the South Ocean. ”

Speaking of which, he smiled as if, "I remember, when I heard about the Southern Ocean from Blue Haiyue, and the indigenous people here had spirits of faith, I was curious: did these indigenous gods really exist, and how did these indigenous gods use power? ”

Dewey opened his mouth and finally didn't make things clear: If you tell Old White, these indigenous gods, are who you are now, Old White will be disappointed.

“… besides… I have traveled the continent myself, and every time I think of the peak of my strength, I feel that I can think of something, but I can't grasp it for a moment. But I can feel that my strength does seem to have really grown. In my heart, there seems to be a cry, telling me to keep coming south...”

“So you won't tell us that you came to the South Ocean alone?” Dewey sighed.

He frowned and asked, "So, what happened to that magic flash? How can you be so powerful? ”

The White River grinned as if: "Oh, is that magic flash... I don't know. ”

Dewey was a little confused: "How could you not know? ”

Without answering Dewey's question, the White River bowed his head and thought: "What do you think the peak of power should be? ”

“How do I know.” Dewey shook his head: “I'm still standing in circles on the threshold of divinity. ”

“Divine... is wrong in itself!” The sudden words of the White River moved Dewey.

“The power of the divine hierarchy seems to be much higher than that of the realm, but in reality, there is little difference in realm. Those so-called gods, the beast gods, the elf gods, the goddess of mankind, hum... they all went the wrong way!” When the White River says this word, it implicitly contains a sense of confidence and majesty, and the eyes are even more certain.

Dewey stayed: “Wrong? ”

“Wrong! Wrong direction!” The mighty man sneers: “The reason the sacred rank is stronger than the average mighty is to master and exploit the rules of power. And the reason the realm is stronger than the Holy Order is because it can create new rules on its own. These are already markedly different in the realm! But where is the so-called theocracy stronger than the realm? Hmm! Divine level, it's just an expanded field. ”

Saying, the White River stretched out one finger, shaking gently in front of Dewey's eyes, and before Dewey could react, he suddenly raised his other hand and everything on his finger!

Silently, the White River grieved to cut off one of its fingers! The broken finger landed on the ground, and the wound on his palm was bleeding.

Dewey startled: “What are you doing? ”

“Show you what a real breakthrough area is above! ”

Later, right under Dewey's eyes, the white river's sad finger broke, but suddenly silently, the air filled with countless sparkling dust, quickly gathered in his hands, not long after, formed a new finger!!

“Healing technique? Oh, no! It's not healing!” Dewey was somewhat surprised: "Regeneration? ”

Generally, for the strong above the sacred steps, they can recover automatically after injury. It's only a matter of strength and weakness. At the divine level, the ability to recover becomes amazing.

But the White River was lifting its weight so lightly, and he seemed to have done nothing deliberately! This is the most important!!

“What is a divine level? Pull together thousands of ordinary people to believe in you, and then you absorb their power of faith? We can leverage the power of millions of people.” The White River grinned: “On that day, I suddenly remembered... since people can be regarded as believers, using their power. So... what about the world? Can we turn everything in this world into our own ‘followers' and get the strength we need from everything in the world, anytime, anywhere? ”

Dewey opened her mouth.

The more calm the White River laughed, the more calm his attitude became.

“The air, the sun, the rain, the dew, the green leaves, the flowers, the stones, the rivers, the lakes, the ants, the flying birds, the walking beasts...” The White River's sad tone is slow, as if it were such a relaxed statement: "Anything in the world can be a source of strength! Whether it's humans, beasts, elves... it's just one of the many creatures in the world! If they can serve as a source of faith, why can't they do anything else? ”

Ignoring Dewey's surprised expression, the White River grinned: "We can draw the power of faith from people, what if it's a tiger? What about the Flying Beast? Why not? ”

Dewey was really stunned this time and couldn't say a word at all!

Crazy!

This is an absolutely crazy idea!!

“Melt yourself into the world! Everything about you, your hair, your blood, your skin, your bones, your breathing… everything is fully integrated into the world! After that, the world is you. You're the world. When you need power, everything in the world is your source of strength! No religion, no ridiculous power of faith! Between breaths, you see, you hear, you step on the earth, the stones, the air you breathe, the sun in the sky... whatever you can think of, it's your source of power! It's all part of your body!! ”

White River's sad eyes gradually became brighter, his eyes flashed with excitement: "This is the true eternal immortality! ”

“Eternal… indestructible…” Dewey couldn't bear to whisper.

“Nice! Exactly immortal!” White River smiles softly: “Because right now, I am the world, and everything in the world is me! As long as the world exists, so long as I exist! As long as the world doesn't die, I won't die! ”

Dewey couldn't help but tremble a little and asked: "You… have you reached this point? ”

White River grinned as if: "It's been some time. ”

Dewey just feels his head buzzing!

THIS... THIS IS THE REAL GOD!! True Divine Class!

What Hector, what Ares, what Artemis!! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Look at the White River grief in front of you!

If the world doesn't die, I won't die!

This is the true god!!

“You…” Dewey swallowed a mouthful of spit: “These… are your own thoughts? ”

White River's sad face suddenly changed and became a bit weird and embarrassing.

“Yes, and no.” This lonely strong man showed a sense of frustration on his face: “To be precise, I didn't ‘think' of it myself. Ever since I got to this place, I've been feeling like there's a force in the underworld, reminding me of something in my heart. Or..."

His expression was even weirder: “These things seemed like something I should have known about, but now I don't know why, I suddenly remembered. ”

His face was even uglier. He glanced at Dewey, hesitated for a moment, and lowered his voice: “Dewey, have you ever felt this way... as if I wasn't even me...”

Boom!!

When Dewey blows his head off, he instantly understands what's going on!

I'm not me?

It wasn't me. Who was that?

Watching poor old Chris kneeling next to him, Dewey took another look at the grief.

He stared at old Chris again, smiling worse than crying: “Old man, you said... who is he? Is it your master or the master's son? ”

“It's the Lord...” Old Chris didn't finish his sentence, but the White River was coldly interrupted.

“I am me. I'm White River sad, nobody! ”

Looking at the determination of his white face, Dewey suddenly had a feeling of pity in his heart.

Doesn't it? Of all the people here, it seems only Dewey can feel this “I'm not me” depression!!

But the problem with the White River seems more complicated than it is with itself.

If he was a demon god... didn't he suddenly have an extra son?

“By the way... do you recognize this place?” Dewey reaches out to the separate lake next to his finger, the magic formation is still maintained, the lake is quietly divided into two sides, the unseen abyss below, and there is no telling where it leads.

“Of course I know.” The White River grinned: “Is this what the locals call the Mount of God? ”

He thought: “The first year I came here, I learned the local indigenous language, and then I learned about this place, I also came alone to the top of the mountain, I sat beside this lake for quite a few months, it was here, I finally remembered what I said about power... then I left here to go down the mountain and travel among several tribes on Borromen Island for several years...”

The White River is very calm, but the more Dewey listens, the worse she looks!!

“Wait! Wait!! ”

Dewey was appalled: "What did you just say? First year, second year? How many years??"

His face was full of horror: "I remember you leaving the house of Emperor Blue Hyatt only half a year ago!! ”

White River frowned: “It's been more than three years. I'm also a little strange, how you look, doesn't seem to have changed at all. How have you been in Roland Mainland for over three years? You have the time to come here... have you defeated the sinners? ”

“Three! Three... more than three years!!!!” Despite the pain of his body, Dewey suddenly jumped and then screamed and fell to the ground.

Three...... years!???!!

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