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Knowing that they came to the age of the gods, Yannick and Vansherich's first thought was to find Orthea and get the mystery of the great prophecy from her.

But this idea was quickly overturned, for no other reason, as discussed earlier, they are not at a steady forward time point, but in a space that may jump infinitely at any time, no one knows When will they leave here, be rushed forward or backward in time.

Therefore, instead of looking for gods that may not be found, the daughter of the water god in front of me is more reliable.

Yannick's voice became softer, "Yes, Patricia, we were brought here by the wheel of fate. We should have belonged to people from a long time later."

"A long time later? Is it the human being you just mentioned?" Patricia's eyes sparkled, and she looked very interested. "Which god can create a perfect creature like you?"

Yannick smiled slightly and said patiently: "That's not the point. The point is that we may be taken away at any time. I can't help myself. I can't confirm how long I can be with you. I like you very much, Patricia, I Hope it lasts longer."

Fanserich couldn't help but rolled his eyes in his heart.

"Ah!" The girl's eyes were covered with a layer of sad tears, and she tightly grasped the silver-haired priest's hand, "Tell me, is there any way to keep you?"

Although she said "you", her eyes were only on Yannick from the beginning to the end. Obviously, the poor former Pope was just a foil.

"The turntable of fate," Yannick said, "We want to know everything about the turntable of fate. Is there any way to break its confinement and escape its influence?"

Patricia frowned tightly, thinking carefully, "I haven't seen the wheel of fate, I just heard my mother once said that Orthea created that thing to change time, and she hoped that the life of the gods Because of this turntable, it can be extended infinitely until eternal life, maybe only she knows how to break it."

Yannick blinked, his expression didn't show any abnormality, but he was already thinking quickly in his heart.

The original intention of the creation of the wheel of fate was to allow the gods to have eternal life, but obviously, the goddess of light failed.In Yannick's era, the gods had long since fallen, and the miracles they left behind became legends.Even if it is a god, when the time comes, the damned will still have to die. There is no such thing as eternal life. It can be seen that the laws of nature cannot be violated. Its effect is far greater than the wheel of fate, and even the gods cannot change it.

So can it be inferred from this that the wheel of fate is actually not as powerful as imagined, but it can actually be cracked?

While they were talking to Patricia, Fansherich noticed that the setting sun in the sky had disappeared and was replaced by a clear sky. Even the green grass leaves on the prairie began to turn yellow. Only Patricia Sia, because her hand was tightly held by Yannick, so nothing changed.

Fanserich faintly felt that in this short period of time, the time they were in might have passed by rapidly, which was not a good thing, because according to the time theory, they could not take Patricia away, so they might I don't know when it will disappear.

It was not easy to meet someone who could answer some of their questions. Next time they "travel" again, maybe they will not be so lucky. Maybe they will go to an era when the gods did not even exist. The two of them really didn't cry The place is crying!

Yannick obviously realized this, and he immediately jumped to the next question: "So, dear Patricia, have you ever heard of the Great Prophecy?"

Patricia was surprised: "What is that?"

With limited time, Yannick made a long story short: "A spell from Orthea is very powerful. It can cause any desired consequences. To put it bluntly..."

He only spoke halfway, and Yannick felt that his voice became ethereal, as if it came from a very distant place, and even the surrounding scenery seemed to be blurred, and the yellowed grass quickly turned green again. Once again, the clear sky turned into a starry night, only the feeling of Vanserich grabbing his arm was real.

Yannick realized that they might really be leaving this space, and he couldn't help but become anxious, and quickly finished his words: "To put it bluntly, it should be to mobilize all the magic elements in the whole world as you like!"

Patricia seemed to be aware of the fact that they were about to disappear, and her expression became very sad. In the age of the gods, the thoughts of the gods were simpler than humans expected, and the girl's mind was surprisingly pure. I just fell in love with this silver-haired young man, but the other party does not belong to this world, and I may never meet him again.

She held each other's hand tightly, but the original delicate touch quickly flowed away from her palm like fine sand. Patricia couldn't describe this feeling. She said a few words, but found that the other party seemed very It was difficult to hear, so I had to raise my voice and shouted as hard as I could.

However, the two finally disappeared from his sight, and the time around seemed to slow down suddenly. Patricia couldn't help but knelt on the ground, covered her face, and cried for this wonderful and dreamy encounter.

"My dearest daughter, why are you so sad?"

A gentle wind gently brushed the girl's long golden hair, and a woman appeared beside her, bending down to hold her shoulder, her face full of pity.

She has a beauty that is difficult for future generations to sculpt. Although the girl is beautiful, she still has a bit of childishness, but the beauty and temperament of a woman have surpassed anything in the world.

"Mother!" Patricia threw herself into her arms, "I met a man just now, his name is Yannick, but he has disappeared forever!"

The water god Natia Vida gently held her daughter in her arms: "My dear, maybe you just had a beautiful dream. I have never heard of a god named Yannick."

Patricia: "No, he's not a god, he says he's human!"

The water god frowned slightly: "Humans? Orthea did tell me that she wanted to create a race called humans. Have they already been created?"

"It's them, not them! Mother, Yannick, like us, has feelings and advanced intelligence!" Patricia corrected.

"Okay, it's them." The water god smiled softly, not caring about his daughter's rebuttal.

For Patricia, and even all the gods in this time and space, the appearance of Yannick and Vasherich is just like a breeze, and there is no trace after blowing, let alone cause any impact.

Perhaps the only influence is that after a long, long time, Patricia named the child born of her combination with Winter God Demos Yannick.

But for Yannick and Vanserich, in the chaotic torrent of time, they were once again involuntarily transported to a strange point in time.

Since in Yannick's era, the space that the wheel of fate could only affect was the Dark Forest, no matter how much time they traveled through, the overall location would not exceed the Dark Forest.

Tens of thousands of years ago, when the forest was not a forest, its name was Patricia Prairie.

At this moment, the place they are in is neither a grassland nor a forest, but a piece of scorched earth and gravel.

There are irregular openings on the ground, and red light is burning between the gaps, as if magma is flowing inside, but upon closer inspection, this should be the result of some kind of magic.

If they enjoyed a peaceful trip last time, the scorching hot air around them now is enough to show that the situation of the two is not right.

"I guess this place should be earlier than the age of the gods?" Because he didn't know when the time would start to jump again, Vanserich didn't let go of Yannick's arm, and there were only two of them left. , absolutely cannot bear the danger of losing another person.

"No, I think you guessed wrong." Yannick rubbed his forehead, this sudden jumping chaos also made him uncomfortable. "The time period here should be later than the age of the gods. Look at the pocket watch, and it starts to turn clockwise again."

Fanserich looked down, and sure enough, the pocket watch in his hand was turning at the same crazy speed as before, but in the opposite direction.

"It seems that it will be a good helper for us." His Majesty the former Pope laughed at himself.

"There are very powerful magic fluctuations here." Yannick looked up. Compared with the last time, he looked even more depressed now. Not to mention the bushes, there was not even a single living plant. At a glance, it was all black And the colors of red, scorched earth, and fire.

"Maybe someone is fighting here?" Based on the scene in front of them, it is really difficult for them to judge the specific age, because no matter whether it is in the age of the gods or after the appearance of humans, this continent has not been interrupted by large or small wars. Whether it is a war between gods, or other races, or even a war between humans.

"Just now, did you hear what Patricia said last?" Yannick asked without answering.

"No, I just grabbed you, and I couldn't hear you clearly at the time. What did she say?"

"She said that magic has no spells."

Fanserich was taken aback for a moment, carefully chewing this sentence. "There are no spells in divine arts?"

Yannick: "Yes, that is to say, the gods can do whatever they want and mobilize any elements they want, without any spells as assistance. In fact, this is in line with my imagination of gods."

Fansherich saw through his thoughts at a glance: "It is impossible for us to do it. No matter how powerful human beings are, they cannot possess the power of gods."

Yannick disagreed: "No matter how powerful the gods are, they will also fall. This shows that the difference between gods and humans is that they may have some key that we don't know yet."

It is normal for the two to have such disagreements. After all, the education Vansherich received from childhood was only limited to the Olin Continent. No matter how outstanding he is, it is difficult for him to look at the gods with contempt. But Yannick is different. The soul from another world makes him think that even though humans in Olin are created by gods, their wisdom is not inferior to that of gods. "The shackles.

However, neither of them had time to argue, because at this moment, a huge cyclone came towards them. Fansherich had a sharp eye and quick hands, and he placed a barrier of blessings and blessings around them, so as to prevent the two of them from being blown away together. destiny.

Soon, with the appearance of the cyclone, a more powerful coercion suddenly descended on their heads. Fansherich felt the pressure doubled. He struggled to keep the barrier from being broken, but his forehead had already begun to Qin broke out in sweat.

Yannick held the staff in his hand and blessed another layer of enchantment, but they found that the pressure above their heads was getting heavier and heavier, as if a giant palm was about to push them down to the ground, the magic power of the two continued to output , but couldn't stop the pressure on his head from getting bigger and bigger.

In the distance, clusters of black air faintly emanated from the southeast, and there was a little white light in the black air. The coercion came from there!

Fansherich said in amazement: "Someone is dueling, and their magic power has affected here!"

Their abilities may be top-notch in the original time and space, but in the age of the gods, they may only be cannon fodder. It can be seen from the situation in front of them that they can't even see the traces of the dueling parties. The location of the duel is also far away from here, and the coercion has actually affected here.

"Go and see!" This is very likely to be a war between gods, and Yannick's eyes are full of heat.

"It's too dangerous!" Fansherich disagreed.

"Honey, can we get worse now? Maybe we will be swept away again at some point. There is an old saying in the East that life and death are fate. Don't worry too much. I'll be with you, right?" Under the coercive cyclone, Yannick can still talk and laugh happily.

"What is life and death?" The silver-haired priest said this sentence completely in a foreign language, and Fanserich read it accordingly, feeling extremely awkward.

"That's it..." Yannick didn't finish his sentence, a ball of white light swept over with a fierce wind, and even broke through the enchantment of blessing blessings. Fanserich pulled it over fiercely, twisted his waist, and his back immediately felt a sharp pain as if it was being burned by fire.

This is the divine power of the goddess of light, only she can emit such pure light magic!

Almost without even thinking about it, the two of them came to know each other immediately, and Vanserich quickly hugged Yannick: "Your Majesty, how are you doing!"

Yannick said weakly, "It hurts, don't push so hard...don't help me treat it yet, let's go and see..."

still go? !Fanserich was annoyed: "No, it's too dangerous there!"

His Majesty the Pope expressed his persistence: "Orthea may be in a decisive battle with some god, you can take a closer look at how she casts her divine power..."

Fanserich's face was black: "I disagree, I can't bear the danger of losing you, Your Majesty, I think we just need to stay here and wait for the next flood of time..."

Another ball of white light slid down like a shooting star. Fortunately, this time, Vanserich was prepared. While strengthening the barrier, he hugged Yannick's waist and dodged to the side.

The ball of light hit the barrier heavily, and the entire barrier and the ground trembled violently, and even they could not help but sway left and right.

"Wait, I thought of a good idea... Dear Arthur, you should thank me for my foresight, you will be proud of having such a wise His Majesty the Pope..." the silver-haired priest muttered to himself speaking, while struggling to take out a white sphere from the magic bag and hold it in his arms.

Next, no matter whether it is the light cluster or the black cyclone, as long as it falls in their direction, it will be absorbed by the orb in the end. Because it has absorbed too much magic power, its color even gradually changes. White becomes slightly reddish shimmer.

Fanserich: "...If the bead explodes because of this, I will submit to the Holy See your crime of damaging the precious treasure."

Yannick leaned on him unceremoniously: "Arthur, I'm injured and I'm holding beads again. You have to help me. Let's go see the scene of the duel between the gods."

Vanserich didn't want to see those so-called gods at all. He had already felt the wetness on Yannick's back. Even though he could feel Yannick's serious injury through the black cloak, he couldn't refuse the other party's offer. He had no choice but to hug him tightly, half-supporting and half-dragging him on the ground, and walked towards the birthplace of the strong fluctuation of the magic element.

That is indeed God.

Only God can have that kind of power.

Far away, the two stood at the bottom of the mountain, looking at the sky on the top of the mountain, white and black were almost intertwined, with the mixing and confrontation of these two powerful magical forces, the sky seemed to explode into a vortex, and the boulders on the high mountain were blown away. It was rolled up and sucked into the vortex, and was quickly rolled out in the form of gravel. All kinds of messy airflows mixed with each other, so that the sky was like the calm before the storm, and the lightning strikes one after another, as if to split the sky!

Thanks to the orb in Yannick's arms, all the magic power spun around them crazily. Once some magic power broke through the barrier, it would be absorbed by the bead immediately without hurting the two of them.

In the era that Yannick and the others lived in, to cause such a drastic change in the world, at least a dozen holy magic powers were required to superimpose together, and it was absolutely impossible for one person alone to do so.

"Did you see it?" Yannick narrowed his eyes, trying to identify the shadow of the god from the magic power. "With this speed of magic power output, there is no time to recite any spells, even silent spells. Patricia is right, there are indeed no spells in divine arts!"

Fansherich did not answer, he was already deeply shocked by this scene. After seeing the power of the gods to shake the heaven and earth, even the scene of the attack of the monster army in the later generations became a child's play in his opinion.

Among the white and black magic power, two figures can be seen faintly, they are wrapped in their respective barriers, and even their staffs are useless!It seems to be the goddess of Orthea, with her palms facing up, and various active magic elements are beating in her palms, spreading her will through the air, and finally forming a heaven-shattering divine power!

Yannick closed his eyes and felt this powerful wave of magic power almost obsessively. Without visual interference, he could almost hear various elements merging with each other in the air, and then it became bigger and bigger. Suppose a wave of magic power is regarded as If it is a collection of countless magic elements, then the reason why the divine power is so powerful is precisely because they can mobilize more magic elements.

There is no need for spells, no need for the magic power of spells, is it because the physique of gods can store more magic power than humans?Or is it because they have the ability to attract more magical closeness?

At that moment, Yannick felt that something exploded in his chest, and his body seemed to be blown into pieces, floating in the magic power, and it seemed that countless magic power poured into the body, stretching the limit that the body could bear, The feeling was so indescribable that he couldn't help frowning in pain.

"We have to go again!" Fansherich's voice sounded in his ears.

Immediately afterwards, the body seemed to be pulled hard, all the magic fluctuations disappeared instantly, and the coercion above the head disappeared without a trace. The two fell heavily to the ground. It was still very soft, and I didn't feel any pain at all, so I stretched out my hand and pressed it twice.

"Your Majesty, where are you touching?" the archbishop in red asked sadly.

"Ah, I thought I was back on the bed at home." Yannick looked at his back innocently.

In the next second, His Excellency the Archbishop's face darkened, and he shouted, "Where are the beads???!!!"

The author has something to say: His Majesty the Pope has achieved the achievements of "capturing the heart", "watching a dangerous performance at close range", and "destroying cultural relics". Ding!