Chapter 742: The riots in the night (six)

Chapter 742 The riots are in the night
"It's okay to get here." The silver wolf ran for about a hundred yards, and Olin called.
The werewolf stopped his footsteps and turned to look at the situation behind him. This time, he was stunned by the whole person!
The chest of the giant shrine is spraying "blood"!
The hot, bright red radiant magma, like blood, gushes out from the chest of the giant spirit, and the flow is everywhere! Surrounded by heated air, and the burning vegetation. Even the trees and vines that entangled the giants of the hills were scared to squash back and hid in the hard shell of the forest.
"It's like a volcanic eruption," Bettiville swallowed.
"So I don't want to use it." Olin looked at the hellish scene and sighed: "Every time you use a volcanic forest, it will bring huge environmental damage."
The giants of the hill struggled in a whole pool of lava, but he lost his hands and had nowhere to escape. The high heat decomposes the dark, and the rapid loss of the dark, quickly makes this clear and lost power. Its struggles are getting smaller and smaller.
"Dead, dead? Really, dead?" Elaine whispered. The werewolf turned and looked at it. Elaine had already lifted the white dragon's transformation and changed back to the clumsy white bear.
"If it's an ordinary spirit, it's estimated that it won't die." Bettiville took out the bottle in his arms [the soul of the town] and gave it to Olin: "Thank you at that time."
But the ghosts of the Underworld Hills are completely still. It is dead.
"Unbelievable. You killed a god!" Olin sighed when she took the potion.
"In any case," the werewolf shrugged in disapproval: "In short, it no longer harms the world."
That being said.
However, this wolf in front of Ou Lin murdered a god!
And he was still laughing a lot, as if he had no regrets for killing the gods.
Ou Lin looked at Bediville hostilely, and the hostility that was inadvertently revealed from her eyes was also noticed by the werewolves.
"You don't need to look at me like hostility." Bedyville shook his head nervously. "It was a fierce infected by a dark child. It was wiped out. It actually helped the world a lot."
"No matter what it is, the is the god." Olin and Bradwell hold a completely different idea: "People should not kill God. You have done something that is incomprehensible, and one day you will be bad." Retribution."
The werewolf picked up his eyes unpleasantly. What is the reason? He has just wiped out a dark spirit, and the world deserves to thank him.
Druids admire nature and advocate harmonious coexistence with nature. Werewolfs don't have much opinion about this. but? Letting a dark spirit not destroy, just suppressing the hidden dangers of the world by means of seals, this practice can not be called stupid!
Bediville realized at this time that he could never truly believe in this so-called Druid. It consists of a group of stupid and ignorant old people, and this group of stupid people will only shrink and do nothing to achieve.
Bedyville’s radical ideas are completely contrary to the Druid’s negative thoughts. This is the truth when the Tao is different.
The volcanic plants completed their mission and pumped the semi-hot lava around. They are very ceremonial plants, knowing that they don’t melt rocks in order to avoid polluting the environment.
The giants of the hills, which have been thoroughly immersed in the rocks from head to toe, have merged into a large piece of rock. At this moment, they are still red and bright in the heat, and they are constantly smoking.
"It seems like steamed potatoes." The white bear man stupidly uttered a sentence and interrupted Beddyville’s quarrel in Olin.
The scream of "噗" moment almost made the werewolf spit out.
"啧" Ou Lin couldn't smile: "Forget it, it doesn't matter if you argue with you. Let's go back first."
She cast a seedling of the forest on the ground, the seeds sprouted out of the ground, and the tree vine soon became a portal.
"Do you need to recycle the kind of forest that you just used?" The werewolf looked far away at the hill that was still hot.
"There is still hot to death, not to be close, not to mention recycling seeds." Ou Lin sighed. "I will call the brothers to recycle later. Now go back, I am exhausted."
She deliberately dragged the word "tired" for a long time, in order to highlight how tired she was.
The werewolf relaxed and felt that his body was sticky and stinky, and he was uncomfortable. He missed the bathtub of the hotel.
The three men entered the portal and returned to the underground meeting place of the Druid. It seems to be the anchor of the bond, and Biddiville found himself jumping out of the transmission ring of the previous sacred tree.
"Are you all back?" The prophet was waiting for everyone at the venue. He has not waited for how long. In fact, Bediville used them for about an hour from departure to departure: "The action is really fast. Is things done?"
"Yes, the prophet." Olin went forward. "Although the gods encountered are much more powerful than the reports, we still have to do this. Well, it is all right."
"Is it OK?" The face of the Prophet Mutani showed a puzzle: "Is it done or not? Do it clearly."
Olin shrugged and prepared for the prophet and reported the story.
Olin and the prophet talked for a long time. After the prophet understood the matter, the look on his face gradually became dignified.
Bedyville was still waiting for him. From the dignified look of the prophet, the werewolf knew that he had to take a nap.
When the prophet came to him, the werewolf looked at him with fearful eyes, as if a child who had made a mistake and was afraid of being scolded by an adult, whispered, "Mu, Mutani Prophet?"
"Come, this is your reward." The prophet stuffed the purse into Bediville's hands.
Not too heavy, not too light. The werewolf opened the purse, which is about two hundred gold coins.
After going through that kind of life and death war, did you get two hundred gold coins?
Sure enough, it was deducted. Because Bediville did not seal the gods, but killed the relationship of the gods?
"Don't doubt. Your reward is a thousand dollars, but we charge 800 of them as intelligence fees. Don't worry, the Brotherhood will definitely help you find the venue for [round table trials]."
Oh I got it. Eight hundred gold bought the information of the venue, it feels worthwhile. probably.
"You are not angry?" Bettiville asked tentatively.
"About your ability to kill God, I don't want to pursue it any more." The prophet said with tolerance: "The gods are not killed. It is called the gods because they can't kill."
If the is as degraded as you said and can be killed, then it must have become a completely heterogeneous existence unlike other gods.
If so, let it die. Death may be the fate of these fallen gods. "
Bedieville widened his eyes. He never thought that the Prophet Mutani would be so open. Unlike other old-fashioned Druids, the Prophet Mutani looks more true than anyone else and looks farther.
If such a person is leading a Druid, then this sect does have hope.
Thinking of this, the werewolf's face was slightly relieved: "So, I should go back to rest. Good night, the Prophet."
"Wait." The Prophet Mutani stopped the werewolf: "Again, let me see your left arm - this is very important."
"Well? Ok--" Although I didn't want to, Biddyville saw the dignified expression on the other's face and was embarrassed to refuse.
The prophet's dignified expression was not blaming Beddyville for killing the gods, but for something else?
He raised the metal prosthesis of his left arm and let the prophet know enough.
The prophet of the Druid looked carefully at the silver metal arm, and his mouth continued to whisper, seemingly in conversation with the Holy Spirit hidden in the arm.
The more carefully the middle-aged man looks, the more dignified the look on his face.
After reading it, the prophet sighed in a low voice and let go of the werewolf's left arm prosthetic limb: "Is it really like this?"
"What, what?" The prophet was so dignified that someone was about to die. It really scared Biddeville: "What the is going on?"
"According to Olin's report, can your arm swing at supersonic speed?" The prophet stepped back and crossed his arms and whispered.
"Yes. That is my ability to cultivate." Bedieville said with pride.
"That's not. It's the power that the in your arm lends to you."
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"What?!" Bedieville suddenly stunned. He only knows that [forest lodge] can be transformed into a house to provide convenience for people's lives. Its ability, even in the hundreds of thousands of Holy Spirits in Avalon, is very special.
It is precisely because [Linzhong Hut] is completely incapable of lethality, King Arthur made an exception to let it out of the control of Avalon, and gave the Holy Spirit white diamond in the forest house to Bediville.
This special, completely devoid of the Holy Spirit, but "borrowed" to the power of Bediville?
"It's true. People - even the orcs, the speed of waving their arms is not likely to surpass the speed of sound, and it is even more impossible to make a vacuum wave after a punch. All this can only be explained by the power of the gods.
I see that you are not only a prosthetic capable of supersonic punches, but even a real arm can do supersonic punches? "
It is true. Although Bedieville rarely used the right arm to make moonlight waves, his right arm did the same thing as the metal left arm.
However, punching with the right arm supersonic will hurt. For the real sake, the burden of supersonic boxing is still huge. Therefore, in addition to the time of exercise, the werewolf almost always uses the prosthetic limb of the left arm to emit moonlight waves.
All this, perhaps really because of the power of the Holy Spirit? In addition to summoning the Holy Spirit, the Holy Spirit is said to have [armor of the Holy Spirit] in the form of weapons, as well as [the Holy Spirit possessed] attached to the user to enhance the physical ability of the user.
Analysis of the current situation, Betdiville is not using [the armed forces of the Holy Spirit], that is, [the Holy Spirit possessed]. I am afraid that the latter is mostly.
However, if this is the case, will Betteville’s hard work in the past seven years be in vain? ! If you can make the [Linzhong Hut] possession and use the supersonic boxing and moonlight waves, what does Bedieville still exercise?
Has he been wasting time in these seven years? !
As if to see the doubts of Bediville, the prophet smiled and persuaded: "No, all the efforts you have made are not in vain. The gods in your hands are watching."
People are doing, God is watching.
"Because you have been working tirelessly, the gods that have been touched by your efforts are willing to lend you strength."
(I work hard to train my gods)
"However," the face of the Prophet Mutani changed: "This power is not safe, and you are advised to use it less."
Bedyville’s heart was half cold: "Is it safe?"
"You have been borrowing power from the gods, and the more the gods lend to you, the more serious your assimilation with the gods. If you continue, you will gradually become a godlike existence."
"Isn't that a good thing? Just like I have a divinity out of thin air -"
"No, never." Without waiting for Bedyville to finish, the prophet had shaken his head violently and interrupted:"
First of all, you are a [person].
A person, who should have been born as a person, survives as a person, and dies as a person. This is the life that a normal [person] should have.
Any [person] wants to turn into [God], and cultivates himself with various unnatural means, and eventually he will taste the consequences.
Any law that transcends nature, distort the world, and wants to reach the same level as [God] will be punished.
In the end, you will find that everything you cherish will disappear, and everything you should guard will become meaningless.
When your existence loses its meaning, you will have emptiness and sorrow -
Losing the identity of [person], what else can you leave in this world? "
Although the prophet's philosophical words are difficult to understand, Bedieville is vaguely understandable.
In order to have the power of the present, the werewolf has lost a lot, many.
If he continues to do this, he will certainly lose more.
but
"Thank you for your concern, the Prophet." Biddyville whispered, both approval and negation: "But this can't change anything."
"Mr. Bedieville!" cried Mutani's prophet.
"I know that for you who admire the way of nature, I am sure of the existence of heresy. I will not hesitate to use the power of the gods, but also to gain strength.
However, there is nothing that can be done, the prophet. "
Bedyville sighed long: "I have the [王] I need to guard. For my king, for this world, it doesn't matter what I look like.
When all this has passed, maybe I will die. Maybe I will completely lose [existence] itself. No one in the world will remember me. But it doesn't matter, I can accept it with pleasure -
because,"
Bedyville took a deep breath and replied in a dignified manner:
"This is my fate."
For this world, the werewolf Bediville has already died 10,000 times and sacrificed 100 million times.
Regardless of cost, regardless of cost, he only offered his life for one purpose.
Others will laugh at him stupidly, not asking for a return but only knowing what to pay.
But it is precisely because of such a fool that the world can be saved and saved.
In this [Bediville should not exist in the world], no one is qualified to laugh at him stupid.
Because, the prosperity of this world, it is the werewolf who used all his Kama (destiny) to exchange.
The world owes him too much.
As if through the firm intention of Bedyville, the Prophet Mutani knew that he absolutely could not persuade the other side.
The prophet sighed again, helplessly, slowly said: "Well, let it be with you. Even if you know that there is only emptiness and pain in the road ahead of you, I can't help you a little, so I have been praying for you." .
After all this is over, I hope you have true happiness. The world owes you too much, and the world will give you a truly fair return. "-
However, what is true fairness?
"Thank you, Prophet Mutani. Thank you." The blessing of the prophet, the werewolf can only respond with a thankful response.
"However," the prophet added another sentence: "The test of the Knights of the Round Table has not started yet. Please take a rest. If I have not guessed wrong, you have used the power of the gods too much during this time. It’s been a lot more in the past few years. You’d better reduce the number of times you use that ability.

Hearing this, Bedieville frowned again. Asking him to seal the moonlight wave is a useful skill, which is equivalent to tying up his hands and feet, so that his combat effectiveness is greatly reduced. I have to suffer in the battle.
"Relatively," the prophet added another sentence: "I will help the friends of the Brotherhood to help you, and will definitely help you find the venue for the round table trial."
"The meaning is to ask me to stay at home for three days. Do you want to do anything?" The werewolf wondered. If you can't get any news after three days, he wasted three days, what should I do?
It is very likely that they will fail directly without starting the exam, and they will be thrown into the Atlantic Ocean.
Is the Prophet Mutani in front of him really worthy of believing?
The prophet looked at the werewolf with his bright eyes. It’s a little old, but it’s a god’s eyes. It seems to tell Bediville, please believe me.
He advised Beddyville to rest well and he was not good.
It was only purely goodwill, and I hope that Bediwell’s body will not collapse.
The easiest thing to deal with in this world is malice. The hardest thing to deal with is goodwill.
The werewolf finally retired: "Oh, okay, I will definitely rest for the past three days. Although I can't guarantee that I won't fight with anyone, I will never use moonlight waves when I fight. It's a word."
"Great." The prophet said with a smile, split his fingers and made a gesture of Druid's blessing: "So, then again - may you be with Gaia, may you have peace and happiness."
"Good night." Bettiville also learned the gesture to salute the prophet, then bid farewell to Mutani and Olin, and went back alone.