13 Mink Street

The sound disappeared, the darkness faded.

Diss raised his head, he wanted to hurry up and leave the throne, because not only old Huofen couldn't hold on for too long, he himself felt heavy and tired.

Those two powerful era overlords used the rules of time to communicate across eras, and as a bystander, he not only had to bear a terrible burden in the theoretical sense, but would also be backlashed by the rules of time.

If the former can still carry out hard work, then the latter, waiting for him, is likely to be time pollution that even real gods fear.

However, when Diss opened his eyes and was about to stand up, he suddenly saw a tall figure standing in front of him.

He has obviously left, and because of his departure, this plane will end its stagnation, and Old Huofen needs to devote all his strength to maintain it.

But now, He appeared here again.

Is it because the old Huofen exerted too much force to re-present the previous historical picture?

But even though he is an old buddy who has known him for most of his life, even though Diss has great confidence in the ability of old Hoffin, he still doesn't think that old Hoffin can do this.

In matters related to the God of Order, even if the God of Principle came in person, he would not be able to forcibly intervene.

Then, there is only one possibility left... He left, and then, He came back.

Gods are aloof, they are generally indifferent, and their extremely high level of life makes it difficult for them to have empathy similar to humans, especially in the era in which the Overlord God lives.

And this action of leaving and returning is obviously not in line with his behavior style, it can only be some reason that prompts him to turn back.

The God of Order stretched out his hand to Diss.

At this moment, Diss was struggling to get up. It was conceivable that once the God of Order touched him, even a small push would be enough to push Diss back on the chair at this moment.

This is the power of the overlord of the era. He can even kill people across an era.

Although there are too many coincidences and the effects of special circumstances, at this moment, He can indeed do this.

However, this push did not appear.

The God of Order grabbed Diss' shoulder and made a backward movement.

Diss didn't feel the opponent's fingers, and his clothes didn't show the slightest wrinkle, but there was an invisible force that pulled him out of the seat.

Old Huofen shouted: "God, why is he back again?"

As soon as the words fell, the terrible pressure hit, and the old Huofen's figure was forcibly compressed, and finally disappeared into the notes.

The notebook was suspended in mid-air, and when the God of Order appeared in front of it, it began to whimper instinctively like a wise monster.

The hand of the God of Order was placed on the note.

In an instant, the plane that was about to collapse just now entered a solid stagnation again.

Diss came over, and the principle notebook was moved in front of him, and the hand of the God of Order still covered the cover, but only covered half of the area.

After a brief silence, Diss said:

"I understand what you mean, Huofen, cooperate with him."

Diss stretched out his hand and placed it on the other half of the principle note.

"Buzz!"

The golden pages of the principle notebook began to overflow crazily, they wrapped around, and paragraphs of text appeared on it at an incredible speed.

When the God of Order came to this palace, he noticed that not far from him, after an era, he would cast his gaze on him.

Eternal rules give this palace a special environmental attribute, which can be understood as an "isolated island" existing in this world.

Although it cannot move forward and backward, it can stand here and observe more easily.

What is being written in those golden pages is the perspective of Diss, what he sees, sees and thinks now.

In the usual sense, only people in the past write letters to people in the present, or people in the present write letters to people in the future. This time, people in the present write letters to the gods of the past.

The God of Order wants to take a look at the world after an era.

It's not prophecy, it's not divination, it's not through mastering the rules of time, peeking at a corner in the long river of time... He wants to take a good look.

That's why he turned back.

Any law that seems to be theorem will undergo various unexpected distortions after being connected with God.

The God of Order should have paid a huge price for this, but He doesn't care. Even, this is secondary. The necessary condition is that the person who carries his "gaze" at the other end must also meet the requirements.

First, he must be strong and young;

Secondly, he has to be a follower of order.

There is no mistake in the primary and secondary relationship, because under his barrier, this era has lost the soil for becoming a god, and it has become extremely difficult to condense the fragments of the godhead.

Diss is strong enough, and Diss is also young enough. Although he is already a grandfather, his age is among the elders of the temple. In Ukonga's words to describe Siti, that is... just when he was young.

He can bear the price, so that his body and soul will not collapse immediately after use, and become a one-time consumable.

The previous "looking at each other" and sitting down on the seat of God are the most obvious tests.

Most importantly, this work requires the unconditional cooperation of the "letter writer".

Diss chose to cooperate, and he agreed, not because he is the God of Order and he must obey all his requirements, but for the same reason as he went to sit on the god seat before:

For my grandson!

...

Study room on the third floor of No. 13 Minke Street.

Karen, who was sitting behind his grandfather's desk and dealing with the sent documents, suddenly felt the heat in the pocket of the divine robe. He reached out and took out the golden paper that Mr. Hoffin had left for him.

The paper floated up, exuding a strong divine radiance, as if it was carrying out some kind of mysterious echo.

The above text, presented at an extremely terrifying speed, is not Mark Levin, but the text of the gods.

These words are densely packed, pouring and passing like the sea.

There is no compositional relationship between the fonts. There are a lot of abbreviations and abbreviations. Karen tried to interpret it. He seemed to understand a little bit, but immediately felt dizzy.

The transmission load of this kind of message is unbearable even for his soul.

"Mr. Hoffin, what do you want to subpoena me for?"

What Karen didn't know was what exactly his two grandpas had received in the eternal palace in the extremely cold place.

...

Eternal Palace.

All the light and shadows are flowing back quickly, quickly smoothing out the wrinkles here, and returning to eternal peace.

Diss slowly raised his head and opened his eyes. There was no emotion in his eyes, and he held the God of Principle's notebook in his hand.

He walked towards the outside of the palace, but after walking a certain distance, he stopped.

Turning around, facing the interior of the palace, Diss glanced around and said in a deep voice:

"Sharbak."

A huge shadow dripped down from the relief above, revealing a face like a clown, and a powerful aura flowed out.

In the past, an unknown number of demon gods were sealed in this palace, and there were even three orthodox gods. However, because the God of Order came, most of the small worlds and demon gods here were wiped out.

The remaining strangers and those haunted souls, after going through an era of fighting and devouring each other, the final winner is him, Chabak.

The shadow completely fell from the relief, turning into the black cloak on the clown.

"I originally thought that you would leave and leave, and I didn't intend to force you to stay, but you shouldn't take the initiative to provoke me. The last time you came in and escaped with someone, it was because I was in It's severely restricted here, it's your...good luck."

Diss spread his hands, and the scythe of war appeared.

The scythe of war that appeared this time became extremely cute in an instant, and even automatically triggered the secret restriction in its body. Diss holding it was like the god of war visiting in person.

Under Chabaker's clown-like face, no emotion could be seen, but his heart began to tremble.

He has been observing here, but after Diss came in, he lost all senses. When Diss opened his eyes again and appeared in the palace, he felt palpitations in the dark.

But in the face of Diss' direct provocation, he still came out, because he was confident that in this world, no one could kill himself, and only powerful gods had a chance, and from the memories of those priests of order back then, he Know the special changes of this era.

This is a... world without gods!

Although the Cult of Kosmos gave up the investigation here, but he, Chabak, has been working hard to get out of trouble, and he is eager to embrace this fresh and tender world!

The sickle in Diss' hand stabbed out, pierced the barrier in front of Chabak, and pierced into Chabak's body that was between reality and illusion.

Chabak lowered his head, looked at the sickle stuck in his chest, and said with a smile:

"This is a very good artifact, but unfortunately, only in the hands of a god can the artifact exert its true power."

The next moment, Chabak's body began to crack, and the wound spread rapidly, disintegrating together, as well as his state of existence.

"No, how is this possible, how is it possible!"

The one who can stand out from the epoch-long internal fighting and devouring is the most proud of this immortal body, but why is it like this?

Diss did not answer, but slowly withdrew the sickle with his right hand.

Spread out your left hand, and in the palm of your hand, fragments of godhead appeared, and then joined together to form a complete godhead.

But if you observe carefully, you can find that the splicing traces of the godhead are very obvious. This is the godhead, a godhead that was forcibly put together temporarily by a powerful idea.

Chabak's body began to melt, and his eyes were fixed on the godhead.

Immediately, he seemed to understand something, and looked at Diss, showing horror:

"You...you...you are...you are..."

That sentence, in the end, could not be fully uttered.

He is dead, completely extinct, an era of fighting in the dark, and before he can leave here to go to a free and godless world, he is ended like this.

This is simply fate, the most merciless mockery.

The scythe in Diss' hand dissipated, and the godhead submerged into his body again. He turned around and didn't even look at the puddle of marks on the ground again, just like when people walk, they don't care whether they will accidentally trample to death on the ground. A certain ant.

...

An Eternal Palace from an epoch ago.

The God of Order is standing there flipping through the notes in his hand. The words are cold and dead, but they can bring people the most vivid immersive experience.

This has nothing to do with writing, because the majestic amount of information is enough to describe reality deeply.

What he sees is what he sees; what he hears is what he hears; what he thinks is what he thinks.

The only regret is that this notebook is missing a page.

Although it didn't affect the overall experience, this lack made God a little uncomfortable.

Because he had a hunch that this page might hide a key thing.

I just don't know where this page is.

"Sharbak..."

The God of Order glanced slightly at the corner of the palace, and the demon gods who had escaped from the annihilated small world were trembling in the corners.

He knew that there would be a demon named Shabak inside.

He originally disdained it, but now he knew that he wanted to kill it.

The God of Order slowly raised his hand,

He can crush that demon god named "Sharbak" to death right now.

Just to be on the safe side, He could even clean every corner of the palace thoroughly, and finally purify it with divine light, so as not to kill Chabak, other demon gods would become confused after killing and devouring them, and they would take a new name and produce a new one. The possibility of self-positioning, nor any possibility of brewing a new pollution demon in this palace.

Let time, here, permanently leave a scar, and it is impossible to repair it in the confinement.

The consequence of this is that after one era, after the investigation team investigates here, it is impossible for a demon god who won the fight to be angry, and the crisis of the investigation team will not exist.

Although this would change the future and cost him a terrible price, he didn't mind.

As long as he can complete the "letter writing task", then He will reward him.

This is a promise from order, and it is recognized as the most precious thing in the last era.

...

Diss walked out of the Eternal Palace and came to the periphery.

Ding Nelson was wrapped in a snow demon fur coat, squatting there and waiting. Behind him was a tent that he built himself.

"You came out so soon?"

Dinson yelled in surprise, and then ran over immediately.

He originally thought that it would take a long time, and he was even prepared to sleep here forever after Diss couldn't come out.

However, Diss' speed exceeded his imagination.

"Are you done with your work?"

Diss didn't answer.

Ding Nelson didn't dare to ask any more questions. He mistakenly thought that Diss hadn't fulfilled the purpose of his trip, or that he might not have been able to enter the palace. It would be too inappropriate to ask him any further.

"Shall we go back?"

Diss still didn't respond.

Dinson just thought that Dees was in a bad mood, he silently took out the scroll, threw it into the snow, and soon, an ice lizard emerged.

"Please come up."

Diss didn't touch the ice lizard, but raised his hand.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a dragon chant resounded through the cold land.

A huge crystal-clear dragon soared out of the snow, circled in the air, and projected a circle of light downward.

Ding Nelson sat on the ground paralyzed in fright. He couldn't imagine what grade of summoning scroll could summon such a terrifying existence.

He immediately got up again, wondering at his gaffe.

In fact, his gaffe is quite normal, because the image of this dragon is almost a miniature version of the rebellious dragon god, but the position of the longan of this dragon is empty, which means that it is only made according to the image of the rebellious dragon god puppet.

When Diss walked into the aperture, Ding Nelson hesitated for a moment, but followed him in.

Then, Ding Nathan found himself surrounded by white light, and the next moment, he appeared on the dragon's back.

"Is this... a teleportation formation?"

A summoned dragon casts a beam of light, is it a formation?

Dinson swallowed with some difficulty. What kind of terrifying existence is Arlo's father?

The giant dragon propped up a light curtain, which not only resisted the wind and snow, but also made the weather above "sunny".

In this way, the road that took a day was completed soon. When the dragon swooped down, all the priests in the outpost were frightened, but they still opened the defensive formation according to the captain's daily training manual. Even the highest-ranking chef-priest is wearing an apron, holding a scroll in his left hand and a large spoon in his right, ready to go.

"call……"

A strong air wave swept across, rolling up the sky with flying snow.

Among the snowflakes, two figures stepped out.

"Is it the captain?"

"The captain is back!"

"The captain is back alive!"

Diss walked into the post without saying hello, and walked directly into the teleportation circle.

"The things in my warehouse, please pass them on to..."

Diss ignored Dinson, and gently moved his fingertips downward.

The teleportation array was activated, and Diss disappeared on the spot.

The chef held up the spoon and said doubtfully:

"Hey, captain, won't he stay and have a meal before leaving?"

...

"Phew, I'm finally back."

Foden returned to his office and sat back at his desk.

There are hidden wounds left in his body from the past, he is very afraid of the cold, but he is also addicted to cold.

Vigulin brought a glass of smoothie topped with strawberry jam.

"You have worked hard."

"fine."

Hard work is not hard work. Karen completed the follow-up finishing work in Luojia City. Now, Karen is still staying there to do the final inspection, and he came back first.

While eating a smoothie, Foden looked at the newspapers and magazines on the desk. He saw that the photo on the cover was actually himself. When he touched it with his fingers, the photo began to show movement. "The scene at the time.

It's just that in this scene, the face of God is not in it, and the back is blurred.

"Oh, this kid."

Foden opened the drawer, and in the drawer was a whole set of materials for his own research on Karen's identity as a real god.

But after a while, Foden pushed the drawer back.

Forget it, he won't worry about this anymore, at least for now, he doesn't have the energy to do it anymore.

The door of the office was suddenly pushed open, and Vigulin ran in nervously: "Whipkeeper, something has happened. Someone is forcibly requisitioning the teleportation formations in various parts of the church for teleportation. It's the same as last time."

Foden stood up immediately, because the person who did this kind of thing last time was the one who caused the crisis on Mink Street not long ago.

Although I haven't had time to visit the temple in the future, I also learned about the current tragedy of the temple from the intelligence system. Now, another one?

Or rather, the same...

Right in Foden's office, on an ice peak in front of him, the teleportation formation appeared bright.

Vigulin turned her head and looked there. There was a teleportation formation exclusively for the whipman's office. It was impossible for outsiders to teleport through it. Unless she applied for a report with herself in advance, she would only open it with the consent of the whipkeeper. This permission is echoed.

However, the formation is already opening and echoing. The person who sent it forcibly changed the formation of the formation, but the others have not yet teleported there!

Could it be that he modified it while transmitting it?

"The Whip Bearer..." Vigulin reached for a bell on the Whip Bearer's desk, but found that the bell was still out of reach.

Vigulin was terrified, even here the other party could be controlled in advance?

"You go out, close the door, and don't allow anyone to be disturbed."

"Yes, whipman."

Vigulin breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that the whip holder refused to let her press it.

Not long after the office door closed, Diss appeared on the ice peak.

"Roar!"

Facing the "strange outsider" that suddenly appeared, Aoji uttered a dragon cry, and the huge dragon body flew out of the ice pool.

Diss stepped down from the ice peak and stepped on Auggie's head.

"boom!"

Aoji let out a scream, and was stepped back to the bottom of the pool directly, and blood bubbles began to emerge on the surface of the ice pool.

Diss took the next step and appeared at the whipman's desk.

Although he had never met Diss in person, Foden still recognized the identity of the person in front of him.

Of course he didn't choose to make a move, even if the other party forcibly broke into his office for no reason, which greatly offended the majesty of the whipman, but he did it... crazy!

Everyone in the temple can enter and exit freely, let alone here.

Although this is the headquarters of the Whip of Order, it is not the place where the most power is concentrated. The most powerful part of the Whip of Order is in the Disciplinary Department of the York City Region, because Karen has incorporated a large number of elite teams who have been on the battlefield. to his department.

"You, why are you interested in coming to me?"

Diss didn't answer, he lowered his head, and the teleportation formation under the desk was activated.

This is a teleportation formation that can be directly connected to the high priest, and the authority is with the high priest. In the past, the high priest often sent the avatar to order the work.

"You are..."

"I can give you a report first."

Foden's eyes narrowed slightly, his palms spread out, and the sub-artifact spear appeared in his hands.

If the other party wants to go directly to the high priest's office temple from him, he must stop him no matter what, even if he knows that he will not be the opponent in front of him.

However, Diss just glanced at Foden.

The huge coercion made Foden sit back in his original position in an instant, and he couldn't even pick up the spear in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, the teleportation circle was opened, and Diss' figure disappeared from here.

Although this is a teleportation formation with unilateral authority, it is obvious that the other party has the ability to break and modify it.

Foden looked at the spear in his hand in horror. You must know that even when he was facing Ranedar's true self, he was not oppressed to this extent.

"Is he... so scary?"

...

On the steps of the Office Temple, Morbitten covered his mouth with the back of his hand and yawned.

He knew that his physical condition was very close to the period of decline. Although he could still hold the post for a long time even if he entered the period of decline, it was time to find a family heir to his position.

Originally, Murray was very suitable to take his position, but now asking him to take him to stand guard...instead, it kills his current future.

At this moment, under the steps ahead, a teleportation aperture appeared.

"Um?"

Usually it is the great priest who leaves through this place, and I haven't seen anyone who dares to come here.

Even if you want to come to the Holy See, you must first settle in the special teleportation hall outside the Holy See.

The reason why Diss borrowed from the whipman's office was also because his place was the shortest route.

In the aperture, Diss' figure stepped out.

"It's him!!!"

Morbitten held a shield in his left hand and a dagger in his right, and shouted: "Defend!"

All the guards gathered here immediately, half of them surrounded Diss, and the other half stood on both sides of Morbitten's body.

On the battlefield of the Garden of Life, facing the sneak attack of the elders of the Temple of Life, Morbitten was able to withstand the attack of the elders, but now, facing the one in front of him, Morbitten did not have such confidence.

You know, the war scythe is in the opponent's hands, even though the opponent hasn't summoned that artifact.

Diess walked up the steps.

Morbitten raised his hand, signaling not to attack rashly, but to retreat at a constant speed, and asked at the same time:

"Are you here to ask to see the high priest? Please wait a little while, and I will report."

Diss ignored him and continued on.

Morbiteng looked around, the security force of the Holy See was rushing to the periphery, but this power was not enough for the person in front of him!

"Back off!"

The figure of the high priest appeared at the top of the steps.

"Yes, great priest!"

Morbitten let out a long sigh of relief, moved away from his position, and all the guards around him also moved away.

After seeing Norton, Diss did not move on.

Norton took the initiative to walk down the steps and asked, "Is there anything else I need? I can help prepare."

Diss looked at Norton with a smile on his lips.

Norton's walking steps stopped, his eyes were serious, and he noticed something was wrong.

Diss didn't say anything, turned around, walked down, and stood back in the transmission aperture.

When he came, he glanced at the high priest, and then he was about to leave.

Without the order of the high priest, Morbitten certainly wouldn't order to stop the other party from leaving, he wished that the other party would leave now.

The formation was activated again, and Diss' figure disappeared.

Mobiteng felt relieved, and immediately suggested: "High Priest, please order Commander Da'an to dispatch a cavalry to supplement the defense of the Holy See."

The high priest shook his head: "It's not necessary."

...

All the traditional formations of the Cult of Order can be mastered and borrowed by Diss, and he can now appear in any area covered by the sphere of influence of Order.

Now, he appeared in Luo Jia City.

His gaze fell on an area in the urban area.

"The missing page, here it is."

...

"The weather is really nice today, and I'm in a good mood, meow."

Pu'er was lying on Kevin's back, a cat and a dog, walking slowly in the direction of home.

Two tails of different colors and different sizes swing back and forth according to the same frequency.

In Kevin's satchel, there are a lot of snacks he just bought, and there are even two fresh big fish.

After returning to the god position, Kevin has more means to adjust his satchel space and help Pu'er store more things.

"Wang?"

"You ask me why I didn't kill her?

Oh, I'm really reluctant to kill her. Although our little Karen allowed me to kill her, forget it, it's still useful to keep her.

Or, after she recovers from her injury and I fully recover and have a new breakthrough, I can fight with her again, hehe meow.

Huh, Diss came back so soon? "

In front of him, the figure of Diss appeared.

Pu'er jumped off Kevin's back and ran to Diss: "Did you go there or not, meow?"

However, Diss ignored Pu'er, and just glanced at Kevin who was carrying Pu'er earlier.

When Pu'er's claws were about to touch Diss' vamp, he was shocked to find that Diss had disappeared.

"Do you need to go back to see your grandson in such a hurry, stupid dog, let's go back quickly too! Stupid dog, what's wrong with you?"

Pu'er turned his head and found that Kevin was prostrate on the ground with two dog paws in front of him, turned upwards, his body trembling uncontrollably, his dog eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

"Oh, you've already become a god, why are you still so afraid of Diss?"

Kevin shook the dog's head with some difficulty.

he,

Not Diss!

...

"Grandpa, you are back."

"Brother Karen, grandpa is back."

In the study, Karen sighed helplessly at the golden pages floating in front of him, it was still difficult for him to understand the contents inside.

Hearing the shouts of his cousins ​​downstairs, he couldn't help being a little surprised and said: Grandpa is back now?

"At first, I thought that I would see Grandpa again when the war in the Garden of Life broke out."

Karen stood up and walked out of the study. Just in time, Grandpa came back, which meant that Mr. Hoffin was also back, and he could directly ask him what was written on the paper.

As soon as he arrived at the stairs on the third floor, Karen saw Diss standing downstairs, and the two of them met their eyes.

Karen stared blankly, then asked in a deep voice:

"Who are you?"