Chapter 530: What they stole was the signal of destruction...
But just as Yi Chun's will was gradually being put into practice with the echo of divine power in his dream.
He suddenly understood something.
In an instant, Yi Chun seemed to understand the relationship between him and his father.
It's hard to say that they are very intimate.
Although so far, Yi Chun does not have any offspring in the sense of mortal understanding.
And unable to possess the throbbing and surge of emotions that begin with all things.
But the long experience of time and dream travel allowed Yi Chun to understand this emotion to a certain extent.
It is very subtle and idealistic. It is hard to say that it is just a simple instinct that begins with the reproduction and continuation of the race.
To be more objective, it may be a two-way choice.
It's not something that can be simply summarized with just one instinct.
We can get some clues about this by referring to the strength and influence of gods with relevant priesthoods.
As for the derivatives and related products of divinity, they are another kind of complex changes that transcend the simple blood relationship of ordinary things.
It is so large and complex that it not only involves some core contents of related bloodline extraordinary professions such as warlocks, but also has a close connection with the sublimation and promotion stages of the clergy.
But for Yi Chun, it was actually a very subtle feeling...
Although there is no intimacy between them, the birth of the other party does come from his concept.
To be less precise, it can be seen as a continuation or derivation of a certain path...
He may inherit some of Yi Chun's divinity and continue to grow.
Until one day, it surpassed the shade of the tree above its head and stretched out its own branches.
This is also a kind of comfort for those who seek the truth...
Thus, the power of the dream, after swirling and stirring up some chaos, dissipated under Yi Chun's claws.
He did not do what he usually did to those he recognized:
Generously bestow some extraordinary inheritance.
Perhaps, this kid can find his own way...
In the dream, Yi Chun wagged his tail and thought noncommittally.
At the same time , in a distant corner of the void, a destructive disaster was quietly and silently sprouting...
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Void Minerals/Grit's Seven Color Mine
"waste!"
The mine manager, holding the Purgatory limited edition Paragon Whip, was furious.
The sergeant in front of it stood there with a gloomy face and was scolded.
Of course, the faces of the dead rarely see the sun...
"One hundred and fifty high-level dark servants and seventeen void gazers!"
"The world was turned upside down by a minor character who was not even two legends!"
"The Sorrowful Blade Yoram Nunez, perhaps the power of death has not only taken away your brains, it has also taken away your wisdom!"
"I'm sorry, did I say that wrong?"
"You probably didn't have that when you were alive."
The mine manager counted the troops in the mine, sneered at the sergeant, and spoke with vicious venom without any scruples.
Of course, this is normal considering that the overall average quality of the lower planes has been infinitely lowered by the demons.
Except for a few high-level liches who still retain their wisdom in life, there is no soft place in the cold and dark corners.
"Among them is a saint of the Sun God, and he holds a sacred artifact."
The sergeant emphasized again.
"Yes, a divine weapon."
"What words that make the ants of darkness tremble."
"I was so frightened that I almost cried out loud, my dear soldier..."
The mine manager said as he curled up and shivered.
And the next moment, the fear on its face was filled with suppressed anger:
"That's not a reason, Nunes!"
The power of darkness transformed into an invisible, sharp blade and pierced through the body of the sergeant!
It cruelly and brutally tore the soldier captain's bones into pieces, and carved an eternal mark on them!
"I must remember: you are no longer the high-ranking knight who charged fearlessly! You must learn how to use your brain, which you rarely used when you were still a mortal!"
"Artifact? Saint?"
"This is the territory of the great Lord of the Song of Silent Death, Zoran Hof!"
The mine manager swung the whip in his hand and whipped the sergeant hard!
The long whip with the dark power of the lower plane made the sergeant couldn't help but let out a shrill wail!
"Go away! If it happens again, you'll have to go to the mines and use your muscles!"
The mine manager stared at the sergeant who was limping away, his eyes filled with a strong dissatisfaction.
It doesn't like this guy.
Stubborn, arrogant...
Just like it, the dark forces have long been thrown into the ruins of the times like buried garbage.
However, why would the saints of the Sun God target such an ordinary mining area?
The mine manager stared at the cold inner wall of the mine, his dark consciousness constantly thinking.
Apart from slightly larger reserves, no rare limited minerals are produced here.
Moreover, due to the existence of the void beast, the progress of mining is greatly restricted.
Maybe, it's because of some other reason?
Is it because of the strategic location?
Or is it some kind of divine system that puts pressure on and attacks the master?
The mine manager thought for a long time and had a lot of ideas in his mind.
And based on the normal operations of the lower plane, there are always more or fewer enemies.
Even if there were no previous grudges, it was reasonable for a sun god to suddenly declare war on the lower planes in order to purify the darkness.
Thinking of the spatial coordinates obtained by the other party, a somewhat uneasy premonition echoed in the dark consciousness of the mine manager.
It was a sense of déjà vu, as if a disaster was about to happen.
Could it be that this is another round of war?
Or, worse than that?
The mine manager shook his head.
In any case, it should be informed to the owner.
In darkness, we should pay more attention to those trivial and tiny fragments.
Just when the Seven Color Mine District of Grete was in turmoil because of intruders.
In the integrated network space transmission transfer station leading to the plane system near the world tree , two sneaky figures suddenly appeared.
"That elite gatekeeper is so fucking tough!"
"I actually blocked your sword and forcibly sounded the alarm."
Tome of Whispers: Jhin scratched his head and said with lingering fear.
They were almost trapped in the void mine by the swarm of guards.
Bai Tong didn't say anything. He was not surprised by this result.
Until now, he has not been able to fully unleash the power of this magic sword.
You know, it's a direct condensation of a star...
If he really used all his strength, Bai Tong didn't know whether the enemy would be able to resist. He probably wouldn't be able to stop it...
The art of M-388 endures...
Soon, as the network's disaster coins were consumed, the two figures gradually disappeared.
Under the World Tree, a certain orange cat taking a nap shook its ears slightly...
