I made the Dragon God in the game.

"Has a demigod appeared in the world?"

“The Chief Mage mentioned several months ago that a demigod had emerged among the players.

But due to personal interference, it is impossible to make an accurate prediction, only the approximate location is known. Now a demigod has appeared in the Dusk Plains. Two demigods appear in a short period of time?
I don't think so. It might be that the player demigod came to the outside of the Dusk Plains and happened to run into the Fink family's priest who was hunting down the prophet.

After all, some players like to meddle in other people’s business.”

"Nosy demigod, this is not good news."

“.There aren’t many players around Dusk Plains, and those coming from the direction predicted by the Chief Mage can narrow the range.

With a little screening, it should be possible to lock on to the exact target.

Although there is no way to kill or knock down a demigod, by obtaining more specific information and understanding his whereabouts, we can often prepare in advance."

This room, located in the heart of the royal capital and representing the highest authority in the entire kingdom, fell into silence.

After a while, there was a long sigh, which was full of solemnity and helplessness.

I encountered a group of people who are truly immortal. This group is huge, and there is no shortage of geniuses, elites, and masters among them.

That's all.

Because you will never die, as long as you become a master, you will always be a master. And as long as you become a legend, you will always be a legend.

If they become enemies, and die together with a professional of the same level in one day, one person can kill 365 people of the same level in a year.

It can be compared to a master or a legend.

But can a legend be born in the entire kingdom every year?
Even one such person would be the source of chaos, and there was no telling how many such people there were.

Millions of them.

How could he, as a ruler, not suffer? How could he not worry?

Although the strength of these players did not pose a threat to him, he did not dare to offend them.

Otherwise, the whole clan will be exterminated.

But he also understood that as the ruler of the entire kingdom, even if he did nothing but helped and funded the players every day, he would still be hostile to the players in the end.

This is a direct result of the mismatch between the player group's strength and the resources and status they have obtained.

One or two players may not do this, but as a whole group it is inevitable and no one can stop it.

So if you still can't find a way to deal with the players.
A hint of cruelty flashed in the man's eyes.

Then he will really be moistened!

At worst, they could just massacre and plunder the capital, abandon the entire kingdom, and run away.

If you can't stay in the material interface, then go to the external interface. If you can't stay in the external interface, then go to the inner plane. If you can't stay in this material world, then go to other material worlds.

If you have ability and money, where can't you stay?
The players can capture cities and territories faster than he can run!
Thinking of this, the man sighed again.

But unless there is no other choice, who would be willing to abandon such a huge foundation and flee to a foreign land?
Thinking of this, he asked aloud.

"Chief, how is the progress of your research on players?"

"According to the information previously obtained from the fugitive wizard, we have made some progress."

There has been some progress, but no specific results have been achieved, which means there has been no progress.

The man waved his hand.

"Tell me as soon as there is any progress."

"Yes."

After everyone else left, the most majestic man in the entire kingdom quietly entered the treasury. When he came out, he was holding a handful of rings and kicked them into his pocket.

Then, he changed all the trigger equipment and scrolls on his body into defense and space displacement spells, and changed the destination of the ultra-long-distance space displacement spell from the royal capital to another coordinate known only to him.

After completing all this, he began to secretly dispose of some assets to ensure that he could make profits as quickly as possible anytime and anywhere.

At the same time, a palm-sized black iron token was placed on the table, where he could easily pick it up. A string of numbers was vaguely written in small seal script on it.
Time passed minute by minute, and just like that, the major forces in the royal capital discovered that there was no sound coming from the palace, as if nothing had happened, and they simply ignored the war fortress that had become an empty city.

This attitude of seeming to know something made them feel terrified and creepy when they thought about it carefully.

Suddenly, no one dared to mention the name of the Fink family, and the nobles living around them also moved as quickly as possible, as if they were escaping for their lives.

In a short while, the area around the Fink family manor was completely evacuated, and no one even passed by here. It became a complete empty place.

Apart from the various magic arrays activated in the fortress running at low power and making certain sounds and fluctuations, there was no other movement in this area.

Before long, rumors spread quickly that this area was an extremely dangerous place with great ominous and unspeakable things happening.

Except for some petty thieves who overestimated their own abilities and tried to get something from the exterminated Fink family, no one else dared to get close.

And when these petty thieves were killed by the Fink family's automatically operated defense and attack arrays, their bodies were scattered and their blood flowed out of the fortress, which gave the rumor more credibility.

But only those who really know the truth know that this is much more terrifying than any ghost or legend.

As for the fat guy who has been in the capital
"What the hell? There was a demigod-level prophet behind that idiot?!!"

The fat man was stunned and didn't believe it at all, but suddenly he took out the five-layer brass ball in his hand. Now he knew the name.

This is called Star Trails.

Its permanent giant version can be compared to a wizard's tower, which only a legendary prophet has the ability and financial resources to build.

This is obviously a more advanced and powerful Star Trail.
"It seems that this is indeed what that idiot left behind. And to be able to pass down a sacred object like the Star Trail, it seems that it is not impossible for a demigod to be able to do so."

Drop after drop of sweat flowed from his forehead, dripping one by one.

Now I was sweating all over.

The more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed. My calves felt weak and began to tremble. I pressed my right leg with my hand, and when my right leg stopped trembling, my left leg started to tremble.

I pressed my left leg with my hand and my right leg started shaking again.

The fat man held his legs with both hands, and his chin trembled slightly.

"Snapped!"

The fat man suddenly slapped himself.

"Oh my god, how dare you, I...I..."

The fat man didn't even know where to run.

How can I run?
Where can you run to when facing a prophet in the demigod realm?

Especially since I stole his holy objects and destroyed his inheritance place.

With such a big connection, how can this run?
Even if you run to the ends of the earth, you will be caught back in minutes.

Even if you hide in heaven or hell, you will be found out by them.

He had nothing that could withstand the predictions of the demigod-level prophet.

This this.
Even if it means offending the demigods in other fields, why do you have to offend the prophet field and steal their inherited sacred objects?
"How dare I!" The fat man slapped himself hard again, then lay on the ground dejectedly.

This time he really felt a little powerless, as if death was imminent.

He had even guessed what would happen to him after he was caught.

He even felt that maybe committing suicide now would be the best way.
He refused.

The fat man gritted his teeth. Although he was facing an irresistible demigod, he still wanted to struggle. Even if it was useless, he wanted to let the demigod test his strength.

Rack my brains to think of ways to break the impasse and ways to survive.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in the fat man's mind, and he recalled when Fang Bai taught him how to condense the fantasy space, and his eyes lit up.

"Yes, yes, Fang Bai, once the condensed fantasy space is materialized into a small world, there may still be some gap in strength.

But the person must be an absolute divine person. As long as one possesses the divine person, one can resist the language from the demigod prophet.

This way I'll have a chance to survive!"

The fat man immediately became excited, and regardless of the fact that the tunnel leading to the Archers Association's treasure house had been dug halfway, he fled directly to the Dusk Plains.

He vaguely remembered that Fang Bai seemed to have said before that he was going to Dusk Plains, and if he had any problems, he could come and find him.

Although he didn't know Fang Bai's exact location in the Dusk Plains, it was not a big problem because he had a simple magic circle to contact Fang Bai.

You only need to use this simple magic circle to convey the message to Fang Bai within a certain range, and then wait for a reply before confirming.

The fat man hurried on his way, faster than ever before.

On the Dusk Plain side, the factory hidden in the projection has started working again.

The power of dusk inside the Dusk Plain has been calmed down, and parts are thrown into it one by one to absorb the power of dusk and take shape completely.

Fang Bai grasped the intention of the Dusk Titan, and the parts grasped the power of the Dusk. Each of them was responsible for its own duties. Everything was in order, and the spiritual text progressed.

On the outskirts of this area, one excited player after another went to the white-robed fortune teller to predict their marriage.

Every time the white-robed fortune teller took the initiative to predict treasures and opportunities, he was rejected by others. In desperation, he could only look dull and mechanically predict the marriages of one person after another.

After the public outcry was raised, more and more applications were sent to Fang Bai, and some people even asked Fang Bai if he had ever taken the test.

Among them was even Fang Bai's mother.
Fang Bai couldn't help but remain silent.

If he wants to predict, he has to rely on this prophet in white to dare to do it.

Even if he were given ten lives, he wouldn't dare to take the test again.

And even if Fang Bai allowed it, given Fang Bai's status, it was simply beyond his ability to measure.

After repeating it several times, Fang's mother asked the white-robed prophet several times in the trembling expression before leaving in disappointment.

Fang Bai finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The white-robed prophet finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Fang Bai suddenly received a message.

"Fatty is coming?"

Fang Bai was slightly puzzled, but he didn't think much about it and just sent the coordinates.

The fat man who got the coordinates rushed to the outside of Dusk Plain as fast as he could and came directly to Fang Bai's side.

As soon as he came over, he saw a huge sea of ​​magma.
As soon as he came over, he saw a huge sea of ​​magma.
This magma sea is huge and extremely hot, and the elemental power within it is extremely violent. It is clearly a dangerous place, and even the fat man feels a sense of crisis.

Looking at the lava sea, the fat man felt a little uneasy, but then he restrained himself and headed directly towards the coordinates Fang Bai sent him.

The coordinates Fang Bai gave him were empty, but the moment he flew to the coordinates, huge heavy artillery appeared in front of him, and densely packed players also came into view.

The fat man then realized that this piece was hidden by an illusion. He couldn't help but sigh at the reality of this illusion. He didn't notice anything unusual.

In fact, this large-scale projection array cluster is connected to computing units.

The environment is calculated in real time using the huge computing power of the computing unit and then projected.

The entire projection is completely dynamic. Even if a gust of wind from outside blows into the projection area, the grass on that part of the projection will shake a few times under the huge sensing array and computing power unit.

Even if someone invests a stone from outside, it will still exist, and the picture of the grass being pressed by the stone will be shown.

Combined with the magic circle to deal with mental power, this illusion can be almost perfect if no one enters.

And with sufficient computing power resources invested, this degree of authenticity can continue to rise.

If there is no upper limit on computing power, it would even be possible to project a truly perfect appearance, exactly the same as the original, ensuring that no one can tell the difference. It would be perfect.

However, the demand for computing power would be too great, and the cost-effectiveness would not be high, unlike now, when enough is enough.

At least legends are easy to be deceived.

The fat man sighed and looked forward. The densely packed players seemed to be gathered together, which made him quite confused.

"Hey, what are you doing? Is Fang Bai in there?"

When the fat man thought it was Fang Bai, he did not use his mental power to scan.

This was very rude, especially when facing Fang Bai, so he walked over, relying on his body skills to keep squeezing forward, squeezed to the innermost part, then opened his eyes and saw the person clearly.

"?!!!"

The fat man seemed to be struck by a bolt from the blue. His eyes widened instantly and countless thoughts and guesses emerged in his mind.

The last guess came to my mind.

Fang Bai was originally working at the Dusk Plains, when he met the resurrected demigod and was eventually captured.

Then he took the initiative to ask where Fang Bai was, and Fang Bai told him directly.
Gang Gang Gang Gang!

The prophet in white looked at the fat man and was slightly stunned, but not surprised at all.

After all, he had known for a long time that Fang Bai and the fat man were quite familiar with each other, so it was normal for the fat man to come.

The next moment, he saw the fat man turn around and run without any hesitation, running all the way.

However, as soon as the fat man reached the edge of the projection, he found that a black shadow suddenly enlarged in front of him.

"Oh!"

The fat man bumped into the man head-on, and it was like hitting a layer of steel plate. The other person didn't move, and the fat man fell to the ground.

When the fat man opened his eyes, he saw Fang Bai looking at him in confusion.

“Fatty, why are you running away right after you arrive?

I will eat one of you.”

The fat man gasped when he heard this, but his voice rang in Fang Bai's mind.

"Fang Bai, demigod, there is a demigod! There is a legendary earl family in the capital that was directly wiped out by the prophet demigod of the Dusk Plains!!" (End of this chapter)