It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

It's not that God will take action in order to inherit someone's will, it's simply because there is no reason or necessity to change, and at the same time, He also needs a coordinate that can be contacted before he can return to the ruins of ancient Hipporia. This is in terms of efficiency is unacceptable.

The planet in front of him is also extremely rich in resources for him. Under extreme hunger and emptiness, it is his instinct to expand the territory of the Kingdom of God and find firewood.

So Yaphum did not hesitate and activated his power to the maximum extent - that is, the true and complete divine power!

The fully awakened He is undoubtedly a truly great existence, a superior being, a concretization of rules, and a super life that has reached the scale of a celestial body!

"contradiction!"

The hymn fell silent for a while, and it fell into a chaotic cycle, as if a certain gear was turned wrong, and the content changed.

[Wake up...? 】

【Sleep】

【Wake up】

【Go to sleep】

【wake……】

……

after an unexpected attack.

On the surface of the dead planet, there are hundreds of millions, billions, tens of billions of strange beings crawling out of the lava.

They look like humanoid puppets made of iron, waking up or falling into a deep sleep.Most of the awakened humanoid iron puppets moved their stiff limbs at the same time, pointing one of their four fingers in the direction of Yafom.

The surface of the latter's body was covered with a layer of dark red rust, and the countless flaming spirits that made up the divine body seemed to wake up at the same time, gaining their own will, and wanting to break away from this whole!

Yaphum's body suddenly burned into cold, gray flames, and he once again entered that contradictory way of existence that was difficult for the outside world to interfere with.

However, even if it is a concept, an imaginary number or a projection from another dimension, it is still subject to the "awakened" image, and the personality of Ghroth is even higher than the true God!

But after all, he was affected and entered a state of contradiction. He needed to fight against his own strength distorted by power.

The results of the fierce battle came down.

Fights at this level will not yield results in a short time. They will gradually turn into a consumption and long-term containment, which may take hundreds of years or even longer.

The giant eyes gradually closed, leaving only a relatively small gap, which was stitched together by silk threads made of gray flames, and the singing voice became indistinct.

The dead planet's navigation speed has been greatly slowed down, and it has entered a "sleep" state to a certain extent.

Wizards who can predict the future to a certain extent may be confused, but——

The end has indeed been postponed.

-

Nobold Hall was lying on the snow in a state of embarrassment, and with the help of Sibylah, he was trying to maintain the balance between humanity and divinity.

"I can't die here yet, there are still things to do..."

The aurora is dissipating, and the main peaks of the Kingdom of God and the Yarak Mountains have disappeared under the sunshine of the vernal equinox.The extreme cold no longer spreads to the whole world, but the scope of the Arctic circle has expanded outwards without anyone knowing, and they finally returned to their original appearance.

The search sailboat was protected by magic. After all, it hadn't really approached the Kingdom of God. The cold wasn't enough to threaten Norbod's arrangement.It has probably left the danger zone. After all, it is hard to imagine that anyone can survive such a mutation.

Both of them may need to abandon their current identities, but in comparison, that is really a trivial matter.

-

ps: There are two updates tonight (the long-lost one will be updated

Chapter 97 Homecoming

At a supply point in a cave, Sibilla faced the rock wall and drew strange patterns with a charred firewood.

There are many characters, cities, terrains and some abstract strange lines that are difficult to distinguish the content.

Objectively speaking, her drawing skills are really not very good, at most it can only be at the level of a child's street graffiti or a child's simple strokes when he was just learning.

Although she herself referred to it as an ancient mural technique that originated thousands of years ago and is an ancient culture worthy of inheritance, Nobold felt that it was just too ugly no matter how she looked at it.

Although neither of the two of them is in the mood to discuss such boring things.

Sibyl Constantine was able to use divine power to let her mind enter the long river of time and glimpse some limited fragments of the future.

She will record part of the power of time in the form of pictures on anything.

This is the so-called great prophecy, and it is also the true face of the third prophetic relic "Book of the Future" passed down by wizards in the mysterious world.

These time forces will affect the creatures who observe the picture, allowing them to see some possible pictures in it, which is why many wizards have claimed that they have obtained the book of the future.

"How, is the end really delayed?"

Nobold was lying on a broken blanket that was frozen hard, and his head was covered with bandages. They were soaked in various colored liquid medicines, giving off a not-so-pleasant smell.

The damage caused by the semi-out of control state and the alienation of the body is not small, and it will take at least half a day for him to recover his mobility.

He didn't read the so-called book of the future, because it required him to consume his own magic power to see a clear picture. In Norbold's current state, it was tantamount to masochistic.

Ella was still immersed in the shock not long ago. She couldn't imagine that the most ordinary human being would eventually become the key to the victory. This reminded her of something, but the inspiration was fleeting.

She tried to read the content of the Book of the Future, but in her eyes, it was just a charcoal-black humble villain, and there was nothing worth mentioning.

"It's just a broken bubble after all... We can't interfere with each other."

200 years later, the Norberd Williams looks a lot weaker, his face is pale, and there are a few imperceptible lines at the corners of his eyes.

"what happened to you?"

After experiencing what happened 200 years ago, Ella suddenly didn't know what attitude to use to face this man.

He is the high-spirited magic emperor 200 years ago, the great savior who saved the world once, he is the notorious black wizard of the dirty blood in the land of Nod, and he is also an abominable person who caused a huge disaster.

He will try his best to fulfill the wishes of those team members, and will also lament their endings, but such people have committed unforgivable crimes and created countless tragedies with their own hands.

It is difficult for Ella to be purely hostile to each other now. Although she still does not agree with many of Norberd's behaviors, she is inevitably curious.

At least—you can see a little more.

Norbold Williams froze for a moment, as if he didn't expect the other party to ask such a sentence.

"This world is reaching its limit. The fragments of my spirit are parasitic on the bubble and will probably die with it."

"That's right."

After getting the answer, Ella nodded and said nothing more.

"There are still things that you must observe. Before that, the bubbles can exist stably, and so do I."

"That kind of thing... has nothing to do with me."

Ayla's sight didn't change, she just continued to look at the image from 200 years ago.

At this time, Sibylla put down the charcoal in her hand.The notebook and quill had been lost, and she had to resort to these crude tools.

"It has been observed that the end of the world has been delayed by at least 300 years. If there are no other accidents during the period, this should be a fairly accurate number... Simply put, we have more time to try and struggle."

"Accident means...?"

Norbold Hall lifted the gauze on the bridge of his nose, and looked in the direction of Sibylah with his bloodshot muddy eyes under the gradually shrinking iron scales.

"Of course it is this thing."

Sibyl pointed to the rust-colored ball that was placed in the box. Now its surface was covered with a layer of strange off-white crystals, and the cracks that resembled eyes were completely closed.

It was a strange product of the imprint of doom mixed with part of divinity.

It was placed by the Prophet in an open space one meter away from him, and Sibylah explained after a few seconds of silence:

"Yafum... No, it was Gracie who used it as a medium and used her own characteristics to hinder the coming of that being. This connection still exists. If Avum's power is supplemented and strengthened, Then He will be able to last longer, if the outer shell is broken, it will be the opposite."

She threw the question to Norbird.

"What do you think should be done with this kind of thing? Maybe it can be enshrined on the altar of the North Pole. Although there is no family of Yafum here, fortunately, no one will find it. This can at least avoid accidents. Things got worse."

Nobold retracted his gaze and looked at the stalagmites and ice cones above the cave. The influence of the temperature in the environment on the two of them was negligible, so they did not light a fire, but the cave seemed very deserted.

"I don't like to keep accidents where I can't see them, so let me keep it. Maybe there is a better way to handle it."

Sibylla acquiesced to his statement, and once again they fell silent.

After a long time, Nobold sighed a long time, and took the lead in bringing up the topic that the two of them had been avoiding all this time.

"How many of their spirits... have you saved?"

A few vague figures emerged around Sibylah, their expressions were dull, and they couldn't see any emotional changes.Even undead are supposed to respond to external stimuli, but these are just shells that retain a shape.

"Segner, Rand, Hodgson, Burke... Only they retain part of their spirits."

"But it can no longer be considered a complete soul. It is just some embers burned by the divine fire, not even a demented resentful spirit."

Nobold didn't seem to hear this at all, but just shook his head stubbornly,

"Leave Rand and Hodgson to you, and Burke and Segner to me...Take them home. I kept files on each of them before going to sea. It won't be hard to find."

Having said that, the man nailed two iron stakes alternately in the place where everyone had rested, and piled up some of the remaining luggage there.

——This is the grave of adventurers.

-

In a four-storey house in Hampstead, London, the hostess is busy with the chores of the day.

Most of the time, he was accompanied by his two children and received various training courses in this rather luxurious building.

This includes but is not limited to grammar, history, art, dance or music. Judging from the arranged courses, her babies will also need to take courses in equestrianism, fencing and even philosophy.

In the eyes of the hostess, this is even more difficult than catching puffins on the cold coastline. Those difficult knowledge, not to mention the young children, even she is confused.

The change in life began not long ago, when she was just an ordinary woman who followed her husband to leave her hometown to search for opportunities in port cities.

Those lecturers who were either gentle or full of the unique temperament of art masters were living in a world that she could not understand more than a month ago.

A huge fortune fell from the sky. She and her children were escorted from Port Les by men who claimed to be friends of her husband and servants in formal clothes, and came to London by rail and ferry, and were almost half-forced into this place. In a luxurious house that she would even take the initiative to avoid in the past.

In the first week, she was still worried that the gentlemen had identified the wrong people, but then the heavy courses listed on the list made her understand immediately that this was indeed what the husband meant.

In the eyes of this traditional woman, her husband Segner is a rather strange guy.

He is not satisfied with the life of hunting seals and driving hounds on the big ice floes, and always has unrealistic fantasies.He hoped that at least his offspring would be as noble, decent, and well-educated as those big men who lived in Nuuk.