These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 1208 Painter, the protagonist of the era appears!

In the distant past, on the blue planet.

"The painter has finally gone crazy. It's rare to see him show his face." In the e-sports hotel, Xin Xichen and Ning Zheng sat on leather recliners and played old-fashioned controller games together.

"I have long felt that he is a warmongerer."

Xin Xichen sneered proudly: "But he also got what he wanted and built what he considered to be the ultimate perfect painting, the History Book of Time."

"He is truly an artist pursuing his ultimate dream." A hint of sarcasm flashed across his face, "Our entire Kyushu world was just an experimental field for the history books of time."

Xin Xichen kept operating the handle to play the game.

"Instead, I think he is very much like the protagonists of those shady and cunning novels in the storybooks." Ning Zheng joked, grabbing the air and taking out a large number of physical books of online novels of this era.
"Look, he has been hiding all his life, secretly pushing the times forward. When he finally appears on the scene, it will be the final battle, the time to make the final decision."

"Does it look like now?"

Ning Zheng has always wanted to complain, thinking that the painter is too mysterious, with many hidden cards, and is simply the protagonist in a storybook reflected in reality.

Wow~
Xin Xichen stretched out his hand and burned these online books. After understanding the contents, he nodded:
"It is quite similar. According to the routine, we have now entered the last chapter of his novel.
He has been hiding for a lifetime, and only comes out when his magical power is perfected. Once he comes out, he must defeat the possible enemies behind the scenes, overthrow evil, and welcome the joyful ending.

After winning, he will secretly live in seclusion as a mortal in a small world, and will reach the top with his wife and children. "

But Ning Zheng put down the controller and interrupted the game:

"He, the protagonist of the Gou Dao Liu, has not only toyed with your and Jiu Sui's lives, but now he is trying to drain all the water from our prehistoric big fish pond and drain it dry. Are you still making sarcastic remarks? We are the villains now! We are going to be sucked to death by him!"

"Aren't you just saying something sarcastic?" Xin Xichen laughed.

"He didn't play with my life, at least it hasn't been drawn." Ning Zheng said lightly.

Xin Xichen showed a hint of arrogance, "I am the dignified Xinhuo Emperor, the supreme being who controls the Heavenly Dao Contract."

"You have been painted by the painter." Ning Zheng said.

Xin Xichen: “.”

However, draining it away is indeed a big problem.

Everything that exists depends on matter.

When the other party draws away your matter and energy, causing your energy level to shrink or even disappear, you are left with only a bunch of concepts, a ball of empty and devoid of substance.

So what if he is an immortal being?

Without a material basis, only an empty concept remains, just like a bunch of data in a USB drive, which is basically the same as being dead.

When [prehistory] is drained
When the three top immortals fought in the final battle, only the energy possessed by their original bodies remained.

Their logistical support [in the past] had disappeared, and they could no longer rely on the power of heaven and earth, so they had to use less and less of the strength they had.

It's like an immortal coming to a city without spiritual energy in the last days of the law, unable to recover his breath, the consequences can be imagined.

And what about offering?
Matter and energy are both coming to the future.

His logistical energy has increased, and as the two sides fight, it is obvious who will win.

Xin Xichen put down the handle, feeling somewhat distressed, and said:

"We can't go help the three great immortals, right? Anyway, I won't help anyone right now. We can only hope that after the painter drains us dry, he will remember us again and help us revive."

Xin Xichen was unexpectedly optimistic.

But it seemed that he really had no choice, he was trapped in the past and could not go to the future.

How the fight over there turns out depends on what methods the three great immortals use.

"No more talking, no more talking, let's continue playing games!"

Xin Xichen muttered, "While the Immortal Lords' attention is diverted, I want to work hard on the killing rankings and move up a few places."

Ning Zheng discovered Xin Xichen, who was wearing a white two-dimensional T-shirt and dressed like a big boy as the emperor of another world, and she felt that he had let go of himself and was extremely free.

He had lived his entire life in fear and trepidation, pushing forward the times and planning for the great world.

Now that I've finally reached the edge of the avenue and the end of my cultivation, can't I just relax and have some fun?

future.

The entire universe was illuminated, as if being pulled into a golden palace.

Ning Zheng looked at the painter declaring war in the sky, and couldn't help but watch the show silently, feeling the huge +2+2 of each world line, and revealed a satisfied smile.

The painter is a down-to-earth person, and the world line he drew has helped him to gain a group of followers.

In this way, he will soon be able to complete the path of enlightenment of the auspicious path.

Wow!
Ning Zheng comfortably absorbed the gifts from countless multiple world lines.

But the painter was obviously also calculating himself.

If an accident occurred, he would wait for himself to transform into a half-celestial being to support him.

Use your life to fight for him.

After all, every time they failed to win, they used disposable strong men to prove the celestial phenomena and help in the battle.

Eventually he died in the [future] and could only live in the [past].

Feeling the power in her body, Ning Zheng smiled softly and ate the melon silently, "Let me see how much secrets you, the protagonist, have hidden."

Before, the painter hid in the dark and watched the show, but now it’s his turn.

As he spoke, Ning Zheng gathered a group of blacksmiths at Xirong Square, held a banquet, ate and drank, and turned on the projection screen of the war.

Jiucairong was destined to be a hard worker, and he was a little conflicted. "Master, shouldn't we go and help? It would be good to contribute to the battle."

"It's meaningless." Ning Zheng shook her head. "Do they lack a golden giant god? No, we Xirong will just make up the number."

"I joined the battlefield to plunder the enemy's resources, but it actually robbed him of the energy to build soldiers. If he created more golden gods, they would be able to work together and have a higher combat power."

If you try to help yourself, you may end up making things worse.

Unless the painter personally invites you, don't act on your own.

If someone needs you, we will invite them.

There is no need to be clever on your own part.

Su Yu Niang beside her was also an analyst who was watching the fun, analyzing the current national affairs:
"The essence is resources and energy. If you have money, you can increase the number of troops."

"Even before the battle even started, the outcome of the battle between the two strong men was already 100% determined."

"Because both sides have high-dimensional clones, countless of them are fighting at the same time. The larger the base number, the less likely accidents will happen."

"Winners will win, and losers will lose."

"This is also the reason why the battle between Xianhe and the three great immortals cannot be changed at all."

"Because no matter how many times they repeat the battle, no matter how many ways they fight, the result is certain."

"That's why they need other immortals to intervene in their battle."

Ye Kuangxiu also laughed, "Indeed! We'll just watch. Have you ever seen a painter suffer a loss?"

Everyone thought about it carefully and shook their heads.

Upon closer inspection, Jiusui had suffered losses throughout history and was often forced to enter the coffin to pretend his death, which led to him liking to launch sneak attacks from the coffin lid every time.

It is normal for Xin Xichen to suffer losses.

Even their Xirong Villa often suffered losses. The blacksmiths were slaughtered by the natives, and they were also plotted against by the prehistoric immortal.

Only the painter has never suffered any loss.

The closest time to being at a disadvantage was when the painter in Kyushu was exposed for the first time.

At that time, "he" was beaten to death by Jiusui, Xin Xichen and everyone else of the entire era, but was that really a disadvantage?

He was just about to ascend to heaven, so he went to the fairyland to make arrangements and settle a cause and effect.

Upon careful calculation, the painter made plans and created troubles time and time again, and made huge profits every time.

"It turns out that we are the small fry, we are the supporting roles, and the painters are the protagonists of this era." After everyone thought about it carefully, they felt that it made sense.

(End of this chapter)