The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

When Roland finally made up his mind and system stalls, the past kings of Orlando were still in the perpetual rainy night capital, and the final puzzle of Hell was about to be collected.

In fact, although it was initially a mortal war, a confrontation between the Haitians and the Bayers, it soon went beyond what mortals could intervene because of the intervention of Ms. Storm's incarnation.

“... the goddamn magician! Fucking humans! ”

The blue-purple skin is filled with cracks, and even the smooth, white face not long ago is a mouthful, making the original good face very smooth.

No wonder Ms. Storm is so furious, this is already her second true incarnation, which came directly after the loss of one incarnation is a matter of great energy damage, and the situation is still not optimistic.

If this incarnation is still damaged here, she will lose a lot this time.

And what she looked upon with anger seemed totally careless at the moment, and woe to the red-haired swordsman who had taken his ear.

“Mortal, mortal, mortal, how dare you defy me! ”

The storm lady, who had a bad temper, jumped like a thunder, screaming with hysteria, but did not summon the storm to flog the earth, as usual, to wipe out the blasphemer.

Reason? Her first incarnation was slaughtered by the seemingly blind mortal swordsman in front of her. The thunderbolt usually came down suddenly and the incarnation was cut in half, a great deal of divine power was detonated, and more than half a year of savings in a much better situation were rendered null.

And this is not the source of her anger...

“Boom! ”

Not far away, explosions and gunfire continued, and the floating battleships were above the water, forming formations and slowly launching a new offensive towards the rainfall.

At this point, the clouds in the sky have dispersed for the most part, and the leaching rain does not hinder the footsteps of mortals, and the level that still exists on the ground, though it is still a barrier for the seas, is causing them to fear.

They never thought that bringing warm sun to the old days would be so painful and they would miss the cold ocean in the face of the aggressive Bayer Regiment.

In fear and despair, they keep saying their names, but even more desperate is the god who should be the supreme, who has just been slaughtered in the attention of all.

Even though the goddess of the storm immediately sent an incarnation, she was still brought into a bitter battle by that red-haired sword saint, and all the magicians around her had superior powers, and it seemed that the incarnation of the true God was really about to be defeated.

“Perhaps our gods are not supreme. Perhaps we cannot resist the rainfall. Perhaps we seamen should live in the water...”

The sun and the dwindling rain were overthrowing their confidence in victory, and the Bayer's hardship cannon was the most immediate threat, and it was the fatal blow to the collapse of confidence that should have been defeated by the invincible storm God in front of them.

“Run or it will be too late...”

“Why do I have to work hard for the tribal leaders? Even if it rains all seamen, I don't get a decent bonfire and room...”

“Even the great gods have been defeated. If you don't leave, there will be no hope...”

The temptation of the devil rang in his ear, and he could not see the original miracle of hope of victory had shaken, but he did not know who it was, and suddenly shouted.

“The high priest ran away. Look at his flag! He's gone, he's gone. ”

Malcolm, the supreme priest representing the goddess of the storm, was also present when, in the midst of the storm, he glanced over and his flag, which emitted kale light, was indeed retreating.

At this point, it is not known who took the lead, but the tribal dispersed fighters began to flee, and once the collapse began, it could no longer be stopped.

“Mortal! ”

The furious storm lady incarnated to try to stop it, but the lightning sword was in front of her again.

“Ma'am, before the prom is over, the main character leaves. It really doesn't give me face. Is my skill that bad? ”

Taking a deep breath, the storm lady calmed down, to this point, not knowing that she was in a trap, was too stupid.

The mortal swordsman with the flowers in front of him is really strong, but he can't create it for himself. The key is that the other party is also a lightning attribute. He is very resistant to his ability to attack, and it seems that his own ability also tends to be defensive, so he can't get rid of the other party.

“Reincarnation: star falls! ”

The noise of condensation sounded behind it, and the meteor rain from the sky struck the seamen with a fatal blow, but first declared Margaret's presence.

A sparkling meteor falls, each bursting open, causing waves and countless screams. Even if it is not as powerful as the original devastating curse, the repeated minimalist curses remain staggering.

From the beginning, it was the wise man who did not hesitate to release the curse on the battlefield before being targeted by the true god, but was instead slaughtered once.

Today, however, the second incarnation is still forced to despair, and Ms. Storm cannot give up the battle and her followers in front of her. Having just reached the mighty throne, she has used all the chips here, and she does not have much leeway for her allies at all.

Her followers retreated at the festival, the miracles in the sky had dissipated, and the original source of faith over spending had felt exhausted. She was like a gambler constantly putting harvested chips into a new round of gambling. Though winning streaks allowed her to grow at high speeds, she was unable to lose at all because of the lack of a strong bottom of the house and increasingly sophisticated gambling.

As long as she loses the rainfall capital, it's good to just fall back, most likely because the source of faith is exhausted and she goes into permanent sleep at once.

Watching a worse and worse battle scene, she was very anxious but unable to shelter them. Her army of sea monsters had long been stopped by the previous army of mortals. Although her heart was very annoyed and the joyful mortal swordsman in front of her was so disgusting, she had to admit that he did have the ability to challenge God.

Ultimately, when anger and shame were intertwined, she made a decision, a decision that was very much anticipated...

Meanwhile, under that shadow, the two figures are communicating privately.

“Hip-hop, no matter how many times I look at it, I like to see mortals collapse and even despair. ”

And one of them, a seemingly childish black-haired, dark-eyed teenager, looks at everything in front of him with a bad smile, and he's the messenger of despair, the devil's king from hell, and now he's fulfilling the task he's been entrusted with to speed up the breakdown of the Sea Nation.

The view in his eyes, a teenager exactly like him, is happily waving the flag of the highest sacrifice of the Haitian people, and those surrounding him have been turned into corpses, with the heads of the highest sacrificial unwilling to close on the ground.

In the unseen air of the naked eye, the elves of despair and discord are already full. As the highest order of existence in this world, the desperate monarch of the Lord God level is itself the incarnation of fear and despair. He can let the strongest brave man instantly collapse with his eyes. This vast area of despair is hard to detect, but it can inspire the fear and despair in the heart of the weak.

In this battlefield, every individual has to face his or her inner fear, every relationship of trust is questioned, every loyalty is tortured by countless hallucinations. For a desperate monarch, letting a legion of mortals escape is just a game, and the collapse of the seas is not unjust.

“... Black Moore, you can play, don't delay things. ”

“Boss, don't rush me, you know, the guy is also a powerful god after all, it's not hard to get rid of her incarnation, but it's still hard to influence her mind and let her make stupid decisions... Oh oh, here we go, it looks like the craziest woman in the Southwest China Sea hasn't made much progress in so many years, it's definitely time to gamble again. ”

He was called the boss, a young man in a white robe, and he was playing with a red rose.

And when he heard the King of the Devils say so, he also looked at the sky.

The appearance in the sky has changed again. It was hardly easy for the scattered clouds to regroup, and countless storms were twisting into clusters. Dozens of giant tornadoes were building new storm swarms, and where the storm gathered most, the recessive sky was opened with a mouth from which the eye of a storm was seeping.

Looking offline, the One-Eyed Storm King seems to be probing down from above the clouds, ready to interfere in the universe.

“The big fish is finally hooked...”

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[There should have been no Cavins in the world...]

System… Asteria unveiled the dusty past with this puzzling phrase.

[Dealing with Cynthia has plunged us all into a long sleep...]

I've heard Ayer say that in the initial jihad, two goddesses with nearly equal strength and abilities accidentally broke into two defeats, and both fell into a false death, but if they fell asleep like this, they would have underestimated the two goddesses.

Even if flesh cannot rise again, their souls are still roaming the world.

The so-called bottomless abyss, the infinite chaotic world without a bottom, was transformed by the goddess of chaos, and within her own domain, she transformed the will of the abyss and constructed the demonic system of escalation and conversion, which the summons from the abyss made the blood of purgatory irresistible.

Every time there is a "child” in her mind, she also thinks of making it into the abyss, perhaps her diligence, or the chaos side is better suited to combat than the order side, not only the combined power of the chaos side begins to transcend the order side, but she has been on the initiative in successive jihad, and the constant chaos and chaos in the world is giving her back, but it also makes Cynthia more and more awake and, of course, crazy.

And the goddess of order is not as lucky as her sister. Since she is the goddess of order, she is bound by the rules of order. Pure order does not need to be self, it only needs a manager who will not make mistakes. As a result, the self is getting thinner and weaker, even losing touch with the flesh. In the middle of the last jihad, pure order has refused to intervene with the goddess.

It is foreseeable that even if the Goddess of Order is resurrected again, the resurrection does not exist as a Goddess, but as a pure incarnation of order and ultimately the end of the world.

[In the past, I was wrong...]

Perhaps the wandering life of the human race changed her. Perhaps she had lost the crown of the goddess of order unknowingly and became a lonely wild ghost with no place to go. Asteria had become much more realistic and much better at dealing with than the over-estimated innocent young lady of the past.

However, because of her "mother loved too much" character, she remained uncomfortable with the world and its children, so even if she lost the means to intervene directly in the world, she would still try to find a way for the weaker parties to order to win eventually, even if that did not solve the final problem.

Can't interfere directly? Yes, Cynthia is still the embrace of the whole abyss of chaos, but Asteria just doesn't have a physical mind, and her only way of interfering is to have this ghost on me, and there may be a nice saying called ‘the righteous guide of the divine', but that's actually the thing.

[Son of Destiny, every jihad, a human hero shines a bright glow, and the most profound cause and effect involved is undoubtedly the brightest star of that jihad. His actions are likely to change the outcome of this war.

This is simply another kind of crosser, the goddess in charge of time, space and destiny, who, before every jihad, finds the most illuminating son of destiny in the long river of destiny, gives him the intelligence of the future, gives him the power to exchange rules of equivalence and guides him on the path to victory, which, it seems, is the so-called "great prophet” on the side of order.

“For example, the God of Holy Light? ”

[Yes, he was a good man, and the situation was actually very bad that year, and the power of the devil far exceeded that of the jinn clan, and under my guidance, against the power of the devil's and the dead's distorted rules, he sought the essence of the distorted light - the Holy Light. At least, he was a good man before he gave himself up on the throne.

“So, this time, is it me? The future black warrior emperor, the demon prince Roland? ”

I had some bitterness, some frustration, and I still didn't seem to break away from the shackles of destiny, but this unnamed frustration only lasted for a moment, and I shook my head and got rid of it.

Whatever the reason, it was my choice to go this far, and perhaps the information and help that the system gave me worked, but she could not choose my future instead, and I was not weak enough to blame others for my mistakes.

Besides, since I never intended to stand on either side, it would only perpetuate the jihad, it would be a foolishness to cure the symptoms, and since she couldn't even stop it forever and night, indicating that the part where she could intervene was very limited, why should I think too much?

All I have to do now is get rid of those impotent predecessors and end this jihad once and for all.

……. Don't be too harsh on your predecessors, not every son of fate is a traveler, I should say I was surprised when there was another world, your heretic intelligence is simply a virus, it changed my way of thinking beyond the myriad jihad combinations, I also admit that I was too radical back then.... You do have proud capital, and although the starting point is the lowest, you are also the best of all the sons of destiny, at least you have found a path that does not exist, and I see in you the hope of ending the jihad.

“So, what do you mean, 'there's no Cavins in the world’? ”

[Literally, you should see the ‘offense' I gave you, there is no Cavins on it, which is indeed the fate route under normal circumstances.

“So there's something out of the ordinary? ”

Somehow, I seem to have discovered the truth about that year.

[Yes, this time, Cynthia, who has eaten the loss, has been staring at me. She has discovered my choice. Although she does not have the ability to predict, she and I have seized the soul results of the Son of Destiny...]

“Result?”

[The result is divided into two parts, but the two damaged souls are perfected under our shelter. The part of the memory of the transgressors is influenced by the power of order, which is naturally preferred. Cavins on the other side, on the other hand, has been inclined to chaos since birth, and that incredible rate of growth is completely beyond normal understanding.]

I was speechless. I was lucky to see myself and my brother born. At least two goddesses were playing dead in the womb.

As for us being the same soul, it doesn't matter if we think about it. Since we live in this world with different memories and experiences, we are two different individuals, it doesn't matter how we start out, it's just as clones in a different sense.

Many thoughts passed in my head, and all the clues were stringed together, and I seemed to see the truth.

“Then, the true culprit of the Languo incident... Cynthia, she also got the son of destiny she craved. ”

A successful conspiracy to find the mastermind behind the scenes is very simple. It is enough to find the beneficiaries. If you seek the beneficiaries from the demise of Languo, it is probably only the chaos side.

“Seduced by Abyss' chosen Cavins in Cynthia. Confused, he sought revenge from the devil, and eventually walked into the abyss, getting deeper and deeper. Roland, the passover of the Goddess of Order, entered the end of the line and forged a deep blood feud with the mainstream cathedral church of the Order camp. For the side of the chaos, this is the perfect ending. ”

By this time, there was no need to guess the power of the Great Snow Mountains, either Cynthia herself or the chaotic god associated with her, and finally, this revenge had to be remembered by Cynthia.

After thinking twice, I was dumb and laughed. Although I knew a lot, nothing seemed to have changed except that me and Cavins were closer than the usual brothers. The monopoly of breaking the circle would continue, and neither goddess would really wake them up.

“Are you still prophetic? ”

[No, since I have interfered with fate, the trajectory of natural destiny is beyond my grasp.

“Waste.”

[… from today onwards, all system merchandise will be tripled.

“Finally, it is up to me to decide the fate of the future. ”

Instead of the sudden tearing of the sky in the distance and the sulphurous smell of the stinging nose, it also suggests that the long-awaited guests have finally arrived, and it seems that this is not the time to think about it.

“One, two… the three main divine levels exist, the chaos side really looks at us. ”

Though there will certainly be a pursuit of soldiers, considering that there may not be a chance to go back in the future and be able to send out so many master gods in one breath, it should be said that chaos attaches great importance to us, or should we say that the demons are too bad.

“Roland, I'm here to play. ”

Well, that sounds like the familiar voice of a series of doors is so familiar that only my dick brother would do something like this, and I'm getting a headache.