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Chapter 568 Did You Overlook Something?

When playing League of Legends, Bronze and Iron players only need to consider the laning phase, and only those who survive are eligible to farm. But advanced players will consider more, such as mutual restraint between heroes, competition for vision, awareness of counter-jungle and anti-gank, and what equipment to use in what situation...

The same is true for fighting demons.

The more he irritates you, the calmer you should be and look for his real weakness.

The demons' advantage is that their attack methods are not only difficult for ordinary people to understand, but also difficult to defend against. Their disadvantage is that they are in a foreign country and cannot exert their true power here.

No matter how well you sing, if the audience doesn't understand you, it's all in vain.

Simply put, it must conform to common sense.

If the eyes are hit by bullets, they will go blind. This is common sense. You can't force the setting that my eyes are solid and can bounce back magic bullets. Once such a setting that violates basic common sense appears, the illusion will be shaken.

Of course, you can also consume some of your strength to forcefully explain the rationality of not going blind. But if such injuries accumulate too much, the blue bar will be consumed, and the illusion will still not be able to maintain.

Just like dreaming, when you accidentally realize that you are dreaming, the dream may still continue, but once this state of clarity lasts too long, the dream will really end.

Wang Yunxiao didn't know whether Baozi could understand this theory.

Most of the time, they can’t understand.

Human cognitive ability is limited.

Many people's IQ can only support them to graduate from elementary school at best. If there is no compulsory education, they may not even be able to finish junior high school textbooks.

The knowledge that you take for granted may be like mysterious things to others.

Some people may not even be able to distinguish good words from bad words.

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Tartarus had already thought of retreating. With an ancient god of Ksira's level personally entering the scene to disrupt the situation, he had no way of eliminating these people from the Secret Service today.

Although he is not a real ancient god, his strength is just average, and he can't even be said to have any strength at all.

But you can't help but be lucky and easily get your position in the new era.

As the patron saint of naturalized sea people, although she does not have many believers, she has successfully gained official recognition from the Ming government.

On the contrary, those Zhoutian gods and demons who were once famous and legendary for having the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, were unable to board the train of the new era for various reasons, and were reduced to ashes under the tides of time and space.

But it was not so easy to give up now. Once he retreated, it would mean the failure of the entire "Moses" plan. The series of consequences brought about by this were unbearable for him.

I can also be naturalized! I also want to improve! How can I, the great Duke of Hell, be inferior to this brain-depleted female octopus?
But the Ming government did not allow it, and there was no room for negotiation.

Realizing that the ambush trap on the other side had also failed, Tartarus had to give up even though he was extremely reluctant.

It was such a pity. If there hadn't been an insider leaking the information, the Secret Service would never have been able to detect his perfect plan.

Now it is equivalent to a total collapse, and there is almost nothing worth saving.

However, at this moment, Liu Zhihan, who had finally gotten rid of Ksira's entanglement, suddenly said, "Duke Tartarus, if you really want to talk, we still have something to discuss. The Ming government has always welcomed friends who are willing to cooperate. The key is whether you are willing to cooperate." Huh? You asked me if I really wanted to talk at this time? What to talk about?
Your attitude...

Tartarus was silent for a moment, and suddenly realized, could it be that this woman was delaying time?
What was she waiting for? Waiting for the Secret Service's support? No, she didn't need any support at all!
More than ten kilometers away from here, in a low-key and luxuriously decorated western-style villa located on the seaside, a white-haired old man sitting at his desk slowly opened his eyes.

His cloudy eyes suddenly became as sharp as an eagle's. His sight penetrated the wall and swept the entire villa inside and out.

The next moment, his figure instantly appeared in the secret room underground.

The secret room was filled with the smell of blood. Just two hours ago, he personally drew a large amount of blood from the captured members of the Ma family and created substitutes that were almost indistinguishable from his own selves.

This was originally just a backup plan. After the secret headquarters of the Pure Land Sect was besieged by the Secret Service, he decided to turn the tables and return these substitutes to the Secret Service in a reasonable manner.

If the plan goes well, he will be able to use these substitutes to infiltrate the Secret Service and steal their confidential information to offset the cost of the failure of Moses' plan.

Unexpectedly, the newly appointed intelligence chief remained highly vigilant, and such a perfect plan could not escape her eyes.

Now he finally realized that the other party was also playing along with him.

The instruments of torture used to torture the Ma family were empty, and the family disappeared quietly right under his nose. And his men seemed to be trapped in some kind of illusion, still busying themselves in vain, not realizing that the people they were torturing had escaped.

How is this possible! How could they find this place? And then they could blatantly deceive my eyes, blind my perception, and steal my captive without alerting anyone!

secretly?

Tartarus's face changed slightly, and he finally realized that he had overlooked something.

How did the plan to forge documents and create legal claims fail in the end?

Because the imperial seal was stolen!
That damned Jianghu sect! Those nosy thieves who have nothing better to do than to meddle in other people's business!

Their identities were so humble and they had no great power that everyone ignored their existence.

Even Tartarus himself did not take this gang of thieves seriously. In his eyes, these thieves were just the president's chamber pots, which he would use when needed and throw away when he was done...

Why did they dare to play such a trick in front of the Grand Duke of Hell!
"Shen Jian is really a smart man."

A soft voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"From the moment he got the imperial seal, he realized that he was just an innocent victim. The person we really wanted to catch was you. Of course you knew that, but you didn't take it to heart. You were fully confident in your disguised identity and thought you could escape at any time."

"Indeed, without any clues or evidence, we have no reason to suspect that the owner of this house would have any connection with the devil. Even if we have doubts, we cannot tell whether this is your real body."

"So, we have carefully designed such a good show for you."

Tartarus frowned and returned to his study. He raised his head and looked out the window. Outside the window there was only endless ruins of buildings.

Huo Qingyang, covered in wounds, stood on the rooftop of a building in the distance, stepping on the motionless monk, with his hands in his pockets, an unruly smile on his lips, and met his gaze from afar.

"Seporis, Laoden!"

(End of this chapter)