Twenty Sided Dice

"Isn't it hard to see the fruit of the final victory right in front of you, but you can't get it?" Siegel said to Chanem, "Don't worry, the power of Destruction Lightning cannot last forever. (Pinyin of biqiwu

"How do you know?" Chanem panted, shaking his two broken arms, looking very pitiful.

"Because the magic god's fire has only one purpose, which is to create a new magic god. If it wants to be inherited, he will find a way." Siegel sat down, about two meters away from Chanem, holding Dagger play. "The other thing is, I don't think this is all of Lier's backhand."

Chanem raised his eyebrows, but he still didn't ask. Siegel had helped him get to the top, let him try first, and saved him from Doom Lightning. Next, at most, it depends on his ability. As a saint of the gods, he also has his own pride.

Taking this opportunity, Siegel summoned the Djinn and asked him about the situation on this floor. Since it has returned to its origin, Deng Shen can answer questions according to the original design, and will no longer hide any facts. In fact, Siegel only has one problem, and that is how to get the fire of God safely.

"Relevant knowledge can be taught to you, but not all at once, but charged according to the time you study. The faster you learn, the more points you will have, and the greater your advantage will be. The consumption of points is constantly accumulating. Until one thousand points per second."

There was no use in keeping the points gained from everyone, so Siegel simply used them all. "Be careful, if Lier has a backer, it should be there now. It's all up to you." After speaking, he closed his eyes and entered into meditation, trying to learn as much as possible.

"Hey! What do you mean, I don't even have a hand!" Chanem snorted angrily: "You really don't treat me as an outsider. I am the saint of the murderer, the king of assassins!"

Siegel didn't pay any attention to him at all.

He was right. When someone starts to learn about becoming a god, Leel should appear. Snatch the fire before anyone succeeds and restore the identity of the magic god. Although the dice is very important, no matter how much knowledge you learn, it is to be a better god, instead of being trapped in the body of a mortal for a lifetime. When someone triggers this last resort, it means that he is very close to success, and Liel has lost all retreats. He can only restore his identity as a **** and avoid greater losses.

In a place that takes time back in time. It is impossible to believe that death exists, not to mention that the saints themselves can be constantly reborn. Liel's body is not a saint, but his structure is completely designed to be a saint, so Siegel has reason to believe that there is a backhand in the magic tower, and Liel can be restored to the status of a saint at any time.

Saints cannot study dice, which is an iron law maintained by the gods. But if Liel is determined to restore the magic god, he will become a saint first at a critical moment. So Siegel chose to destroy Liel's memory and prevent him from being reborn with the knowledge of this life. What would this be made of? Siegel, though curious, devoted all his energy to learning what the magic tower had to offer.

The corpse of the little girl disappeared with the wind, and then the goblin Liel. Human Liel and Elf Liel. The anomaly caught Chanem's attention, and he knew something was going to happen without Siegel reminding him. Although it might consume more holy power, having arms at this time is much more important than being disabled. He endured the pain. Make your own hands and get up and move around.

Two obsidian daggers floated in front of him, and Chanem took it with a wry smile. "I've never been trusted like this. Siegel, I know you're not a fool, so I really want to know how big your heart is?"

Footsteps came from the stairs emitting holy light, and a fit dragonborn man came up. The pair of wings on the back are golden and red respectively, black scales cover the vital parts of the body, and a long black tail extends behind it. The knees are bent back like a dragon, covered with blue and green scales, respectively.

He is more than two meters tall. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a raging warrior, not a spellcaster. The almond-yellow pupils exude a murderous deterrent. The terrifying dragon might involuntarily exudes. "That's why you want divine fire?"

"It is said that dragons first had magic, and the elves stole it from them, and then taught them to races such as humans." Chanem moved his body to prepare his muscles: "Our gods know this is bullshit, but I didn't expect you It will also appear in the form of the Dragonborn. Liel, let's do one more round."

"Liel? Who is Liel?" The Dragonborn narrowed his eyes and looked at Siegel, who was meditating. He knew that it was the guy sitting on the ground who was stealing the secret of becoming a god. Except for the protective spell on his body, that person was powerless to guard against. The Magic God imagined that those who could make it to the last step should have thrown off all baggage, including possible allies. He should be alone, going forward with a hint of recklessness and excitement.

There shouldn't be anyone standing in front of him blocking him. "You are his guardian?" The dragonborn fluttered his wings, and the wind blew up dust and rubble. "Get out of the way, and I will reward you with a portion of the divine fire to make you a true god."

"That was my purpose," Chanem said. "But I chose to trust him, not you, Liel."

"I'm not Liel, but the name sounds good," said the Dragonborn. "If you die, at least you know who killed you, little assassin!"

The dragon man Lier pretended to charge forward, but he used any door to prepare to attack the Shenhuo crystal. As long as it can restore the status of a god, everything else can be solved logically. Chanem is not an idiot either. As the **** of murder, he is also skilled at arranging tactics and manipulating situations. He immediately turned into a large shadow, and as soon as he rolled up Siegel, he rushed in the direction of the crystal. When the dragon man Liel appeared above the crystal, two obsidian daggers were already waiting, and the open shadow barrier also blocked his way.

The dragonborn roared and cast a big cracking spell on his body, intending to destroy all protective spells and magic items. I have to say that Liel is the strongest now, completely in the state when he just stepped down from the throne. As the holy man of the magic god, except for the legendary spell, all spells are at your fingertips, and fighting him with magic will be very disadvantageous. Fortunately, Chanem never thought about a spell duel at all. He relied on the sharpness and sealing ability of the obsidian dagger to fight with the dragonborn Liel.

Since there is no memory afterward, the battle between Lier and Chanem is equivalent to a restart. But this time Chanem had experience. The last battle lasted for half a day, and Chanem was confident that he could last for such a long time this time. But he soon realized something was wrong. Dragonborn Liel's spells are more violent. In just a few minutes, he had consumed the holy power needed to resurrect once.

"Little saint, you have too few rules and too weak. You will be killed by me within an hour, or lose the ability to resist within an hour. And the person you are trying to protect, he needs to at least It takes three hours to learn the key things, and that depends on whether he has enough points." Lier said while playing: "You are doomed to fail, rather than gain nothing. It's better to surrender and save my effort. , how about I divide you into a divine fire?"

"Three squares, I need enough strength to form the realm of the kingdom of God."

The Dragonborn spewed fire and accelerated the attack on his hands, but Chanem resisted. Liel glanced at the fiery bifurcation, and then nodded: "Three grids are also fine, I still have enough to spare."

"I also want the priesthood of prophecy," Chanem said.

"Don't think about it! The priesthood cannot be given to you!"

"Then at least the power of prophecy at the saint level, can this be done?"

The two fought for a few more rounds, and Liel finally nodded and said, "Yes. I promise you this request."

Chanem let out a long sigh of relief, with an expression of satisfaction. He pulled back a little, and Liel also took a half step back tacitly. at this time. Chanem charged suddenly, slashing at the Dragonborn's neck with an obsidian dagger. Liel hurriedly dodged, but he still paid the price for his wings, falling from the sky and hitting the ground heavily.

"You! You **** untrustworthy bastard!" he cursed angrily, and used any door to escape the pursuit.

Chanem didn't dare to leave Siegel too far, he stopped after two steps. He could only hear him shouting excitedly: "Okay! I finally deceived someone, cool! It's too bad to feel harmless! It's suffocating me!"

Liel was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly three times. Then it turned into laughter. "I really underestimate you, and I underestimate the two of you. What's your relationship? Lovers?"

Chanem's face sank, and he was thoroughly irritated this time. It is said that love is the taboo of assassins. This is actually not entirely unreasonable. The angry killer king hooked his fingers, and then completely hid in the spreading shadow.

Liel roared, the Lightning of Destruction was his ally, and now he demanded that the Lightning burst out in full force, not to think about lasting problems. For a time, Chanem was attacked from inside and outside, and even the shadow barrier could not completely avoid the force of destruction. Liel the Dragonborn didn't bother to grow wings, so he fought the shadows on the ground. The light of the spell tried to dispel the darkness, but with Chanem's hard support, it never succeeded.

"You can hold on for an hour at most!" Dragonborn Liel roared: "This is an unchangeable future, I have foreseen it!"

"If I learned anything from the prophecy crystal ball, it's only one." Chanem swung the obsidian dagger and created various wounds on the dragon man: "Unlike darkness, light will deceive you, never Believe what you see, even if it's a **** prophecy!"

"You are surrounded by enemies, fighting alone~www.readwn.com~ There is no future!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an iridescent ray was hit behind his back. The light of petrification and paralysis was dissipated as soon as it lit up, and dissociation and damage caused a deep wound. Although the wound healed quickly under the influence of holy power, it was also one of the more serious injuries the Dragonborn suffered in this battle.

Behind him, the half-dragons are preparing spells, and the dwarves are preparing runes. "Being attacked by the enemy, fighting alone, are you talking about yourself?" The half-dragon raised his hand to reapply the iridescent ray, but was deflected by Lier.

"You are quite cruel to your own people," said the dwarf. "Chanem, do you still have points there? The dwarf Keke still lacks some points, but he can't come up! His golem army is actually very helpful!"

"Idiot, why don't you give him the points and let him come up!" Chanem scolded, but didn't relax the fight at all.

"You're an idiot, how do we know what's going on up there?!" The dwarves and the Holy of Murder quarreled, and together with the half-dragons, they stormed his "kin".

"The world is crazy!" Liel shouted: "It shouldn't be like this, there shouldn't be this kind of cooperation!" (To be continued.)