“The devil?”

The two men said, “You mean the... foreign people of this world?”

For the ancient witches, the more difficult to adapt to the dream world than modern life is the Cargiarists who live in cities, these minorities with the same appearance as the devil are already regarded as a part of human beings, not only with their words and deeds with human beings, but also breeding each other, and the endless enemies outside are completely different.

Seeing the devil and doing it almost became an instinct of the ancient witch, and under Roland's repeated account, they could not easily restrain this impulse, and now suddenly increased their vigilance, and had to say that it was difficult for ordinary people to turn it around.So the first thing that came to his mind was the first to follow himself into a dream, and the main abilities were perfect for the hidden pherlis and thorns.

“You can think so.”Roland recounted the other's characteristics and suspicions, "I did not see any magic stone in her, which is the biggest difference from the real devil."But you must continue to exercise caution and monitor it if she has the power of the magic stone.”

Reading through history is the most effective way to understand a world, and what people are so eager to know the past of the dream world?If the “devil” named Vakiris really came from the Kagard Peninsula, she should have also received compulsory education, and it is enough to suspect that the only words he can get from the Fein language cold can be seen through the historical books almost in chronological order, on the point where the two worlds have been eroded at the same time.

"Yes, your majesty."The two nod their heads.

"Even if you confirm that the other party is the devil, don't do it in the sanatorium," Roland thought, adding, "one is that there are many awakened people, and it is easy to be unexpected."Second, I want to find out how she came here through fragments of memory."

After all, the connection at the end of room 0510 is not a nest or two high-end devils, but a very large foreign city, if other devils can also pass through the door, it is a headache.

"I understand, just," said pherlis with some hesitation, "if the two of us are not with you, in case of danger..."

"Don't worry, this is not the real world," Roland smiled, "you have also seen that the ability of those who fall can't hurt me, as long as they don't take the initiative to risk, they basically have nothing to do."It is you, who remember to give priority to preserving yourself, to give me a call every few hours.”

“Follow me, Your Majesty.”The two looked at each other and said, "Then we're off."

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When Ipsigon entered the underground assembly point, the whole room was in a special phase between the two sides, and the floor and walls were covered with scarlet magic light, as if becoming as bright as an ember.

In this state, the area is equivalent to an isolated fictional space, and no real thing can affect it.

This naturally includes tracking and searching.

She saw that Beta still maintained the half-squatting position of her hands touching the ground, and her body was close to translucent, like an illusory shadow.

According to the current flow of time here, he has maintained this posture for nearly half a month.

“Not finished yet?”Ypsig looked at the standing motionless Delta.

The mask of the latter flashed, it seemed to remember that consciousness could not be directly used for communication, and the hoarse voice replied, "The world has been very bloated, and comprehensive analysis is not so easy."But Beta’s work is nearing completion, and I’m sure it will bear fruit soon.What about you there?Did you hear any news?”

"Magic thieves have set traps and are waiting for us to throw ourselves into the net."

The rules of the world limit the power of God’s making, and even if they represent the will of God, they have to follow the rules.

“Certainly so.”Delta's tone is not ups and downs, "it does seem to be a time-saving and labor-saving practice, but unfortunately we don't need those scattered magic anymore."

Ypsip's head nodded and did not answer again.

There is an easier way to destroy these unscrupulous realms of consciousness, which is to directly destroy the creators of the consciousness—most of them, from the Creator’s consciousness, just as the relationship between houses and pillars is removed, and the world will collapse, and the magic of being distributed will be returned to the divine realm.

It is only the world that is large enough that it is not an easy task to find the Creator in countless goals, so they must first mobilize a lot of magic to analyze the world in order to accurately identify its roots.

Previously, the invasion of Prism City was to solve the magic needs, there is a lot of core support, complete the analysis is only a matter of time.

Of course, finding does not mean being able to be successfully eliminated, and the Creator is often sheltered by the world, and for this reason the previous failures.

To stand up to asylum, the Creator must be pulled into the rift between the two worlds, where the gods can intervene in the rules of the world and defeat the enemy in one fell swoop.

Even if God is God’s, there is a possibility of failure.

But time is running out.

They are the last hope of God, and if they fail, they will directly destroy the whole world of consciousness.At that time, the efforts of thousands of years will be lost, and all the accumulated results will be attributed to nothing, if not a last resort, God will never take this step.

There is no doubt that everything is the fault of the owner of the world.

Yupsiong involuntarily tightened his fist, but soon loosened himself blankly.

"What's the matter?"

Why should she be angry?

As a god, she should not have any feelings.

There is neither joy nor sorrow, nor worry about victory or defeat, and she should not care about anything other than the task.

Wait, thinking of it, I never seem to have thought of a similar problem before.

“What happened?”Delta noticed her move.

“No, nothing...” She turned around and sat down slowly in the corner.

When did this change begin?

Ipsiglong thought for a long time before she vaguely realized that it began at the moment of killing the rebellious God.

At that time, she disguised herself among the apostles and quietly approached the betrayer who was her homage—until the moment of his hand, the latter reacted.

Oddly enough, the betrayer didn’t make much resistance, and when her arms pierced the other’s chest, she simply gently took her blooded arm and leaned over and said a word.

She could not remember the contents, but the sound . . . was unexpectedly familiar, and even had a warm meaning, as if it had been a long-lost embrace.

And the face of the last traitor is a calm smile.

Damn, what do you want to do now?

Why should I be angry at this?

For a moment, Ipsig felt confused in his mind.

“What do you want to say?”Delta said again, "There is no way to communicate with consciousness here, you can say it if you have something to say."

“I—”

Just then, a ripple suddenly opened from the middle of the room, and Beta, who had been half squatting, opened her eyes.

“The search is done.”

“It’s finally all right,” Deltaton said, shifting his sight, “is it?”

Beta flat raised her hands, three blurred avatars appeared in his palms, and gradually became clear and complete as the lines were reorganized and combined.

“There are three?”

"Yes, but we can only deal with the remaining two, because the first one is gone."

Ypsigon quickly read out all the information in the image.

The three creators are—

“Trying God makes the conscious body, 1%, codenamed Lan.”

"Self-logical consciousness, 42% related, codenamed Jello."

“Unidentified Source Consciousness, 57 per cent, code-named Roland.”