The Infinite Journey of the Sage

Chapter 132 Confrontation

"This is..." The light spots outside the city were like snow, causing everyone to look back at the outside of the city.

It was so brilliant and beautiful, as if a firework with all golden light spots was set off, and everyone's attention was attracted.

To ordinary people, this may just be a magician doing something. In the dungeon, they have long been accustomed to these adventurers doing things.

But for the other three gods, this was a warning that made their whole bodies tingle.

What kind of god is dead?

"Huh..." Those light spots scattered in all directions, and almost all the adventurers trembled slightly and stopped.

They are very sensitive. After controlling their power, they are very familiar with every move in the dungeon. Because of this, unfamiliar things will become very abrupt.

Like now, the dungeon suddenly became unfamiliar.

Their hearts tightened, and then they became frightened.

But then the fullness in their bodies made them slowly settle down.

"This is..." Ais and the others stopped and looked at the golden light spots in the sky.

Most of these golden light spots flew upwards, but some light spots fell in the underground city like rain.

In fact, whether these light spots are flying upward or sinking, they are in the underground city and cannot fly out at all.

So when Ais stretched out her hand, spread her palm, and let the golden light fall on her hand.

This golden light point sank into Aisi's palm. Aisi opened her mouth and her eyes widened.

What did she feel?

Magic power surged in her body, and the golden light just now made her magic power rise in an instant.

It didn't replenish her magic power, but increased her magic power limit.

The power of this golden point of light soon became known to all adventurers.

At this time, people in the entire city went crazy. They dropped all their work and started chasing these golden spots.

It's just that there is still too little time left for them, and their reaction speed is too slow. By the time they understand the function of these light spots, there are already very few of them.

The gods didn't want to do this at all. Their bodies were trembling and their faces were gray, as if they had seen something terrible.

In fact, something was happening. A man with a glow all over his body slowly flew up.

A pair of wings behind him were flapping slowly, but his body was slowly rising.

He is flying.

Everyone who saw him stopped in stunned silence, put down what they were doing, stared blankly at the sky, and watched the man soaring slowly with a pair of wings formed by light, helpless. move.

There is no such thing as flying in this world.

Human beings cannot soar in the sky. The sky belongs to humans. The highest point of the Tower of Babel is only the domain of the gods. Human beings cannot imagine what it feels like to look at the ground high in the sky - as if they are in the sky for the first time. It was so shocking to see the perfect city divided by six streets from the top of the cliff.

They were as shocked to see a human soaring in the sky as they were to see a real god.

No, perhaps the gods are not so shocked.

Because gods cannot fly either.

Many farmers worshiped him as if they were seeing a real god.

But he didn't care what these people thought. He just flapped his wings slowly and flew forward at a low altitude and at a constant speed.

The light spots surrounding him were densely packed, like satellites surrounding the earth. Those light spots followed Kelal forward under the dance of his wings, leaving behind a long string of light particles, as if these golden particles were advancing. Keilal moves forward.

"Come out! Hestia! Hermes! Freya!" Kelar has never been so high-profile. Because he has always been low-key, no one knows who he is.

"Who is he?" someone asked in a low voice to the person next to him.

"I don't know." The person next to him shook his head and replied.

Such conversations echoed throughout the "safe house".

Everyone is asking this question.

Who is this man?

His words are no longer important. Everyone is paying attention to why and how he can "fly". Is there any relationship between his flying ability and the light spot just now?

"Kelar..." Perhaps only some people knew his identity and called him by name.

"Wise man, what do you want to do?" Finn gritted his teeth and stared at the figure in the sky. He had a premonition.

As a wise man, perhaps all the plans he made a year ago were for this moment, and at this moment, perhaps with them, with the gods he exchanged, or even the entire eighteenth floor, the entire dungeon, and even The entire Orario, or the whole world, will be affected by his plan.

Finn had already noticed this man's way of doing things since the previous plan.

Now, this feeling is becoming clearer.

He didn't even know whether this thing was good or bad, whether he was an enemy or a friend. He just had his hair blowing up and his whole scalp numb. He stared intently at the man floating in the sky and surrounded by "stars" in front of him. , unable to move.

"What's wrong? Gods can't enter the dungeon, so why did you enter my territory?" Keilar's voice was amplified by magic, and even the entire eighteenth floor could hear him clearly. sound.

His voice echoed in the dungeon, and everyone's mind went blank. Is this man crazy?

He was actually directly provoking the gods of Orario? !

What is he doing!

"Are you scared? Are you trembling? Are you trembling! Or are you feeling guilty? Are you thinking about escaping from here? Are you thinking about weaving lies again, thinking about returning to the ground and taking revenge?"

"Or are you saying that you haven't given up yet and are still organizing your forces to kill me, the only insider?"

His tone was calm, but what he said made people's scalp numb and the hairs on their backs stood up.

Stop talking...

Wise people pray.

If you continue to talk about it, they will "know too much".

Borth stood on the top of the tallest building and looked at Keilal in the distance. His whole body was like a stone sculpture.

No sadness or joy, neither humble nor arrogant.

He could vaguely guess that this day would come, but he just didn't expect that this day would come so quickly and directly.

The silver-haired man floating in the sky was still calling the three gods loudly.

"Come on, stand up and confront me, refute me with your own words, and let everyone know that I was wrong!"

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I've been writing Dungeon for so long, and it's time to end it.