Chapter 3212: Apostle and apostle battle

Longfoot Rotes's intelligence is rare in the entire Demon Realm.
As for why he was conspired by the Second Apostle·Weeping Eye Held, he can only say that he is too kind.
His kindness has reached a somewhat naive degree, thinking that Herder would not be so mad.
Unfortunately, he underestimated Herder's bottom line.
But this does not hinder the position of Longfoot Rotes in the eyes of the apostle.
Even the fourth apostle Casillas had to admit that Rotes was the smartest guy in the devil world.
At the same time, he also admitted that even he can hardly contend with the strength that Lotters can display in the sea.
It can even be said that in the entire Demon Realm, no one dares to say that he can defeat Lotters in the ocean, and neither can the First Apostle!
This sounds exaggerated.
If it weren't for Casillas, I wouldn't believe it.
I really didn't expect that the cowering long-footed Rotes in the Hefeng Continent would be so prestigious in the Demon World.
But this also proves from the side the terrible Hefeng Continent.
The place where the real hidden dragon and crouching tiger never reveals the mountains and does not leak water. Only when you are in it can you appreciate its special features.
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As the fourth day approached noon, we finally reached the place where Preisis fought with the apostles.
At this moment, this place has turned into a ruin, and thunderstorms fall from time to time, and whenever thunderstorms land, a black lightning flashes out of the ground and collides with the thunderstorms.
The two mines collided and did not merge, but a violent explosion occurred.
The thick and thin electric current of the hemp rope spread out from the touch point, and the baptismal boss smashed the broken grass, gravel, and broken soil in it once again, and the things that had been smashed were even more crushed. It exploded into ashes, passed away with the wind, and dissipated between heaven and earth.
"What a terrible lightning!"
As a bystander, already shocked by everything in front of him, he couldn't help but exclaimed.
"This is Preisis' method of attack" Casillas said in a deep voice: "He is the arrogant, the overlord of the sky, and lightning is his weapon."
"I already understand the truth, but..."
"Just what?"
"It's just that the one flying in the sky is Preisis, or the one standing on the ground, is Preisis?"
"With such a strong light, you can't hide your sight. It seems that this time, I didn't find the wrong person."
Casillas glanced at me approvingly, and said: "Preycis does not belong to any of them, only when they are together, is the real Preisis."
"Get together?" My surprised gaze kept wandering between the sky and the ground, and at the same time, my thoughts were moving fast. A few seconds later, my brows frowned and I said solemnly: "Could it be that...they Two... are they one?"
"It seems that you have seen their essence" Casillas said lightly: "Yes, the two of them are originally one, one carries the good side of Preis, and the other carries Prey. The evil side of Heath, the good side, inherited the name of Prey, and the evil side, inherited the name of Isis."
"Dare to ask which is good and which is evil?"
"The one in the sky, the one that releases white lightning, is called Pray, and the one that releases the black lightning is called Isis."
"Oh" I nodded repeatedly: "I see."
Although I have understood the nature of the two apostles and their names, as well as Casillas' evaluation of them, I am only convinced of the former, but disapproving of the latter.
What is good and what is evil?
This is simply an abstract and relative concept.
Abstraction is because it is difficult to explain, while relativeness is because of different perspectives and different conclusions.
If you look at the problem from a perspective that is beneficial to you, as long as you benefit, even if the waves are overwhelming, it is good.
If the whole demon world is considered as a perspective, goodness can only be regarded as good if it brings benefits to the demon world. As for the victim himself, even if he is in danger, even if his life is hanging by a thread, it does not matter.
As for evil, the concept is very simple, as long as you do something that is contrary to good, it is evil.
The difference is that the first type of evil is to put yourself out of the way and do things that are not good for you, which is called evil.
And the second kind is to put yourself in the matter and do things that are good for oneself, good or bad for others, called evil.
In my opinion, only by defining good and evil in this way can it be considered fair.
Unfortunately, in Casillas, there is no such definition.
Perhaps, it's not that Casillas can't look at the problem from another angle, but because he is a combat freak and doesn't want to waste extra time on such meaningless things.
Anyway, whether it is good or evil, as long as his interests are not involved, he has never bothered to care about it.
But when it comes to his interests, it's going to the end of the world, and you have to figure it out.
The so-called good and evil happen to belong to the former situation.
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The thunder was rolling and the earth roared.
The cracked ground was once again ravaged by thunder and lightning, and it was blown to pieces.
Casillas told me that today's battle is about to end.
"End?" I wondered: "Does the apostle also feel tired?"
He squinted at me: "Don't you think that the apostles are a group of tireless monsters?"
"Monsters are not what I said. I just thought you would never get tired. After all, in the Demon Realm, you are regarded as gods."
"It's only because of the power that they are regarded as gods. This is the vision of the weak for the strong. They may behave blindly because of the unknown power, but we cannot. The gods are the gods and the apostles are the apostles. A is like a great will, able to create the world, but we cannot."
"To a certain extent, we, like humans, are hurt, tired, happy, and sad."
Hearing this, I curled my lips and said disappointedly: "It turns out that I think too much."
"It's just a wrong judgment that you only know the surface but don't know the inside. It has nothing to do with thinking more or less.
As soon as the voice fell, another explosion of thunder rose from the ground.
This thunder was louder and more powerful than the previous ones. It even lifted the ground several meters long and half a meter thick, and when it flew into the air, it blasted into dust.
The shock wave after the explosion, like a rolling flood, swept in my direction.
For a moment, I felt like I was in a monstrous flood, my body moved involuntarily with the waves of air.
But I didn't want to show my ugliness in front of Casillas, so I drew out the demon sword and stabbed it into the ground fiercely, and the blade went straight into more than half a foot.
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