Twenty Sided Dice

"You are unique, Siegel, and you have rules that we all envy. You can learn everything without hindrance, and twenty-sided dice will pave the way for you because it represents diversity and Possibilities are the foundation of all power." Turner simply sat down and spoke to Siegel across Stonehenge: "I don't know why this power is associated with the number twenty, maybe somewhere. There are also higher powers and rules governing and restraining. I will be happy for every brother, as long as he can be born and grow freely."

"The green dragon said, did you find a way to steal the Twenty and Twelve and let us escape the control of God?" Siegel asked.

"That came later, but I'll tell you." Turner grabbed a handful of sand from the ground and watched it slowly slip through his fingers. "Gods are all greedy, although they have different ways of doing things and styles, but greed is common. In order to satisfy their greed, the gods can even give up everything and bet everything. The **** of magic and knowledge wants to understand what I set The net of equilibrium, saw through my plot. At that time, I had already set up many traps, and he knew that he could not break the agreement between the gods, otherwise it would be dissipated in the multiverse world forever. The **** of magic and knowledge carried out After thinking deeply, I found a loophole, and then gave up my godhead and divine power, approached us as mortals, and tried to figure out the secret of the dice. It was at that time that the hundred-sided dice was taken away by him. "

"It was the check and balance pact that I made before that prevented other gods from intervening, and could only watch things happen. I knew at the time that he would come again. Before the magic **** became a mortal, he used his own power to cast spells. The whole world, to make sure that any item can be located with a divination spell. I can't let that happen, so I found a chance to eat the world next door with a new balance."

"That's how the world was destroyed?" Siegel shook his head and said, "Do you know how many people died there?"

Turner waved his hand back and said indifferently: "I don't need to care about them! As long as we are all good, so what if everyone else is dead! Originally this plan could have been smoother, but it became The mortal **** of magic discovered this through prophecy. He set up so many problems that he couldn't execute the original plan perfectly. At the same time, another crystal wall started to fight back. They...they killed Chio, the bearer of the eight-sided dice. Pull, the fusion process of the rules has created a rift. Those shadows of the dead that have not been digested and absorbed by the wall of storms come from this way - you must know that the normal destruction of the world cannot leave so many ghosts, not to mention that they can possess and Have all kinds of ideas."

Upon hearing this. Siegel connected most of the things together, and understood why the shadows of this world are smarter and more difficult than the shadows of the dead collected by the masters of the Nekos. The Wall of Storms is used to assimilate and eliminate rules. If it can't completely clear a certain rule, it will indeed cause various "mutations" to appear.

"Then you know that the writers—the name I gave to the aborigines of the ruined Crystal Wall—made a ring to locate the other dice?"

"That's the eight-faced ring! Did you find it?" Turner suddenly became very excited. He jumped up from the ground and lunged at Siegel. But when he approached Stonehenge, a huge force bounced him back and pressed him to the ground. Siegel tried to help, but was still bounced off.

Turner's face was on the ground, his mouth was full of sand. He waved his hand, spraying dust and stones while shouting, "It's alright, alright, I'm not going out! I'm not going out!"

After the voice fell, the strength that pressed him released him. Turner propped himself up on his hands and sat back down. He also didn't care about the new dust on his face. Instead, he asked Siegel eagerly, "Did you find the ring?"

Siegel nodded.

"Very good, so the eight-sided dice has been found, and everyone has found it." Turner suddenly laughed, from a low laughter to a wide-eyed laughter. His laughter didn't stop, it echoed in the valley for more than five minutes, and was finally replaced by a burst of sobbing.

His moods always fluctuated like this, probably the result of long captivity. Siegel felt sorry for him and said, "Do you know how to let you out? What's going on with this Stonehenge, and who designed it?"

"It's the God of War," Turner said. "This Stonehenge is very simple. There is only one rule: Whoever has the most strength is the boss. I want to leave or someone else wants to come in. There is only one condition that needs to be met, that is, in The power of ** surpasses God of War. Because the power brought by spells is invalid, it is basically impossible to crack this place."

"I'll definitely find a way," Siegel said. "I'll let you out."

"I'm afraid you won't be so confident when you know the consequences of letting me out." Turner licked his lips. With a weird smile, he said: "As long as I leave here, the power that maintains the balance of the wall of storms will be broken, and everything will be destroyed. I know you are impatient, Twenty Faces, but it is not yet time. They're all going to die, but not today. Not now!"

"They? Who are they, do you mean the gods?"

Turner's eyes widened, with an expression of course: "It goes without saying! We are born, we grow, we want to be free. To truly be free, we need to get rid of all these guys who covet our power! Let them follow Let this world die together, let the storm of destruction turn them into nothingness, and at the same time erase the traces of our departure. Twenty Faces, I know you are a mage, you must be able to cast spells through planes now, right?"

Siegel nodded.

"Very good. You find the one who holds the hundred-sided dice now, and the bearer of the twelve-sided dice, and you take them out of here. Just send me a signal before you go, and you'll be free. I will do the finishing touches, and nothing will follow in your footsteps."

"You want to destroy the world? Kill the two continents and all the creatures on them?"

"Mainly the gods who know our existence, they must die, and the rest are just collateral damage. This world should have been destroyed long ago, and I have been holding it up to keep the wall of storms from closing. They lived a long time, they should Satisfied!"

"I don't agree, I can't accept it." Siegel shook his head.

"You haven't killed people, have you?" Turner was stunned for a moment, and seemed a little incomprehensible: "For those guys who want to imprison us, study us, and finally kill us, why do you hesitate. They deserve to die, Isn't it right and proper to let them face their original doomsday?"

"I..." Siegel hesitated, then said, "I mean those innocent people, they lived well and didn't come to provoke us. Should they die too?"

"They deserved to die eight hundred years ago!" Turner stood up excitedly, waving his arms while pacing back and forth: "I blocked the wall of storms, I saved the world, and everyone should thank me. But Look at what happened later? The gods studied, explored, investigated, learned in various names...the means were different, but the motives and purposes were actually the same, greed and selfishness! Those who you said were innocent and lived well People, they send faith and strength to the gods all day long, and help the emperor to abuse! None of them are good things! They are minions, they are accomplices, shouldn't they be killed? Shouldn't they be dead?"

"They were unintentional..."

"Are you stupid!" Turner roared, and the entire Stonehenge and the surrounding ground were shaking. "Why do you want to talk to them, they are them, we are us! Have you seen the second person with black hair and black eyes? There are only a few of us in this world, and we are the only ones who depend on each other! Eight sides were made into rings; six Mian was swallowed up by the Wall of Storms before he was born; Si Fang sacrificed himself and turned into four obsidian daggers and nailed the new world to death; now there are only four of us left! It doesn't matter if you live or die! They have their own gods, and if they want to live, they go to God! If those gods really care about the life and death of the world and their believers, they should have come to me eight hundred years ago, and Not to imprison me!"

It all started at that time, when the gods wanted to take the ten-sided dice. For gods, dice belong to foreign artifacts, and the power of the God of Creation does not belong in this world, so whoever gets it is whoever gets it. They have long been accustomed to this kind of thinking, and they don't think there is anything wrong with them. It's like a human being who sees ants on the ground carrying food and digs a small hole in the ground, UU reading www. uukanshu.com creates obstacles for the ants. A digger doesn't put himself in the ant's shoes, nor does a god.

It's just that this time the ants have their own special ability, allowing people to check and balance each other and survive. But the most basic survival is obviously not the pursuit of ants. If they are threatened, they must solve the threat, otherwise they will not dare to live with confidence. So the ants decided to eat up the beams of the human habitation, let the house collapse, and kill the group of humans. As for who else was in the house during this process, whether there were children, cats and dogs, etc., were killed together, it was not considered by the ants at all.

"There are other ways," Siegel said. "I want to find a way to defeat the gods, so they can't threaten us, and we'll be free at that time!"

"According to my method, they can't threaten us in the first place. Why do you want to be far and far away?" Turner said: "Twenty Faces, there is nothing in this world to be cherished! The world is very big, and there is always a place for us. We are not welcome everywhere, but it is not that we cannot leave! I have been here for more than 800 years, just waiting for this day, when you grow up and have the ability to leave with other dice! If you feel bad about letting this world be destroyed, you Blame me, you can even hate me, it's my responsibility to carry this burden! How about you, can you agree now?"

Siegel was completely lost. (To be continued.)