franphil Chapter 403 Utilization
Chapter 403 Utilization
Chapter 403 Utilization
Thoth's successful ascension to godhood had an element of luck involved.
A naked, burly man with fiery eyes and an incredibly violent aura stared at him. Xia Er remained relatively calm. His immediate priority was to get this guy to go berserk on someone else, so he simply disappeared without a trace.
boom!
Red magma surged from the earth, and Thudor, draped in a blood-red cloak, charged toward Backlund. Wherever he passed, the power of conquest trampled upon everything, and on another level, the name of Thudor was bestowed upon it.
That's how the Red Priest path works; you always have to fight. The more you fight, the better your condition becomes. Moreover, Tudor has a clear goal, and the Six Gods haven't interfered. They've all tacitly allowed you, Trensust, to become a god. You have to take responsibility when things happen, right?
Having just become a judge, and whose condition was not much better than Thudor's, Trensost had no choice but to fight. After all, he was a god of the real world. If he allowed Thudor to destroy Backlund, or even smash his order and his territory to pieces, then he would not be able to be a judge.
Trensust gestured to Tudor, and the real world seemed to be isolated in another dimension. The great earthquake that Backlund felt stopped, but the spirit world was as lively as if it were New Year's Day. Solomon, who had just been resurrected, was ignored and couldn't even find a suitable place to stay.
The Solomon Empire has been gone for over five hundred years; its former capital has long since turned to ashes. Backlund possesses the power of the Six Gods, Trier is the traditional territory of the White Emperor's lineage, and Solomon stands at the location of the Intersea, watching the battle between the two newly ascended true gods, taking stock of his remaining power. Once upon a time, Tudor and Trensost were the most loyal angels...
Trier.
Whatever Tudor was doing, Xia'er didn't care. Now was the time to change flags. Without waiting for Tudor to return, He thoughtfully helped the Tudor dynasty raise its flag. The first flag could be made from the one left by the White Emperor, since there was no copyright registration and no so-called Constantine family was left behind.
A flag is raised, with a large hand holding a scepter on its surface.
Upon receiving the news, local officials began to mobilize. A simple notification was sufficient, and the general details remained largely unchanged. Everything else remained the same. Even if some church personnel were to be expelled, they should be given time to pack their bags; a certain level of dignity must be maintained.
As Xia'er stood by the castle, gazing at the distant spirit realm, an inconspicuous ripple appeared beside her. The primordial witch, Qike, stared at Xia'er with an unfriendly expression. Although she had no evidence, she knew that Tudor's ascension to godhood was orchestrated by her.
"If you really need an emperor to inherit your power, I wouldn't mind being a queen for a while."
Chick was practically gritting his teeth as he spoke. Normally, he didn't give Sauron or Einhorn a chance to eat him, which was fine, since those two couldn't escape anyway. But in the end, the Red Priest's path actually benefited Tuldor. In that case, wasn't one of them destined to die?
This has created a formidable opponent!
Although these words don't mean much, Chick understands the logic.
After all, how could a man possibly trust another man? But that didn't stop Xia'er from coming out to cricket.
"What do you know? Long hair, short brains."
"The second path of calamity is special, and it should advance by changing gender. If you consume the uniqueness of the Red Priest and the Sequence 1 characteristic, I doubt whether you can withstand the resurrected divinity within you. Don't forget that these two paths represent the yin and yang aspects of the original creator respectively."
Since Chick didn't attack right away, Xia Er naturally had every right to retort.
"You're saying I don't understand?"
"How do you know I can't accommodate adjacent paths!"
Chick was naturally dissatisfied. He also wanted to get the positive result represented by the Red Priest. As for the risks, they weren't that serious. "The ancient sun god was so arrogant back then, but he still survived the entire Glorious Era without ever recovering."
"I'm not sure, but I just feel pretty scared."
"Witches possess the authority of chaos and can borrow the power of the chaotic sea."
"The Red Priestess has the authority to perform sacrifices and can pray to the Source Beings for power, whether it's the Chaos Sea, the Source Castle, or a tributary of the River of Eternal Darkness. With a Chaos Witch already in such a dangerous situation, do you really want the Red Priestess's authority?"
Do you think it's possible?
Shael reached out and pinched the witch's pretty cheek, her eyes filled with "Don't even think about it" or "You're dreaming."
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Do you think I'll be as unstable as you?
Chick felt deeply insulted and slapped Chael's hand away, saying that Chael was the least qualified person to speak ill of him.
I don't trust you.
Xia'er was afraid that Chick would explode without warning. He himself knew a little about the universe's self-rescue guidelines, but Chick didn't have the mind to ask the Old Ones outside Earth, such as the Ring of Destiny, for help when he was in danger. If he were to go to extremes before he died and take revenge on Earth, all of them would be caught in the crossfire.
"You win."
Chick was completely helpless against Shael. He angrily stomped on Shael's foot and then returned to the Mirror World.
Not long after, a streak of crimson light flashed by.
Wearing a blood-red cloak, with a rugged face and a robust physique, Tudor returned to Trier.
"How is it?"
After mourning the former powerful and mature governor, Xia Er casually asked a question.
"Trensost's injuries are much more serious than mine."
Tudor grinned, his eyes fixed on Shael with eager anticipation, still radiating a lingering madness.
The elegant, calm, and reserved Alistair Tudor of the past is history. After becoming the Red Priestess, the vigorous masculine power within her will bring about a huge change in her personality, such as vigorous energy and so-called masculine energy.
"You've got guts."
"I'll teach you a lesson."
Before Xia'er could finish speaking, he was already close behind, throwing a punch at Tudor's abdomen.
Tudor easily blocked the punch, and then felt a huge force sweep over him. Even though he caught the punch, his body did not stop retreating. As if it had some kind of inertia, he was pushed backward and swallowed up by an open gate to the spirit world.
Thudor, the former Black Emperor of Sequence 1, naturally recognized that this was the authority belonging to the Black Emperor.
Authority can be called exploitation or state specialization. It is a kind of exploitation of rules. If I hit you, you should retreat. That is my rule. Since you retreat, the retreat process can be maintained for a longer time. That is also my rule.
Tudor's blood-red cloak fluttered, and the power of conquest directly overwhelmed the rules attached to him. However, before he could continue to fight back, seven beams of pure light appeared in the sky.