What did you do with the dice?

"Master, since I'm so actively fighting you, could you please give me a ritual spell? One of those crazy prosperous seats, Gillette's steamed beans, arrogant sword formations, or something like that? Preferably one that can make you and I explode. I'm your only believer in the main plane, right? Don't force me, or I'll have the bard write a fan fiction about you and the Seven Sins Agents for you. In a few years, it will be enough to spread throughout the world."

Knowing that the sect leader couldn't do anything to him in real life, it was like putting aside the network cable and the screen. Rusalka felt like she was back on home turf. She spoke with her back straight and her words were even more blunt: "Old Deng, blackmail! Give me some gold coins! Otherwise, you can expect us mortals to learn calculus from your fan fiction. Just enlighten us!"

Alastor's smile froze. Rusalka's words silenced him, who had always responded with ease.

"Uh... emm... well, if that's what you're asking for, I can give you an ability. I hope you can use it to fight me in the future."

He emitted a dark green light ball and a red light ball, then immediately closed the door and left, not giving Rusalka a chance to say the next word.

The leader of the Riddler, who was so arrogant, did not leave in such a cool manner in the end. This scene made Rusalka feel very comfortable, which was even more refreshing than the gulp of iced boba just now!

The dark green ball of light hit Rusalka's body, and system prompts followed.

[Master Malice: In addition to using fixed spells like "Magic Explosion", you can now freely output "Fel Energy" energy. However, this free output will consume an equal amount of your "Holy Healing Pool" resources. The shortfall needs to be compensated by "Ring Positions".]

It's a subtle ability, but considering the current situation, the spellcasting ability seems to be quite good. For Rusalka, who originally couldn't use magic, this could be considered a means of output. Then, Phoenix wouldn't need to help with things like flares.

The most important thing is! He can play the kingdom sandbox by himself!

[Note: Fel energy is incompatible with magic power and cannot drive the props required by magic power.]

Tama's! Give it back to me! I don't want a return, just a refund!

However, in addition to the dark green ball given to Rusalka, there was also a red ball flying upwards in the air. Just when Rusalka was curious about what abilities that thing had, she heard the voice of Alastor inside it resounding throughout the hall.

"The premise is that you can bring the key back alive, hahaha! Oh, and I'll leave this thing to you. Let me bet you that it won't land on heads next time."

A coin flew into Rusalka's hand. At the same time, he had a bad premonition in his heart, and it was about to come true!

After saying that, the red ball did not fly into his body, but flew into the sky like a rocket, passed through the ceiling, flew out of the palace, and suddenly exploded in the air.

The red light lingered for a long time, and gradually turned into the shadow of Rusalka in the air.

The shadowy figure shouted loudly, and the sound waves stirred up a huge wind and waves, shaking the leaves of the trees in the inner city: "Everyone! I, Rusalka, hereby declare!"

This spectacular "Dharma World" and the sound loud enough for everyone in the city to hear instantly drowned out the shouts and cries of killing on the battlefield, and for a moment attracted the attention of all the people in Alice City. Everyone didn't know what was happening and looked up at the "Lord of Pearl Tears" in the sky.

Buhao! This bastard leader! Rusalka wanted to shout at Sanitieta to stop him, but it was too late.

"Isn't this the location of the palace?"

"Yes, that looks like our Lord. How magnificent!"

"I said that our lord must be a messenger from the gods. This is called a miracle."

Well, in a sense it is indeed a miracle, but it may not be the same as the "God" that these enthusiastic soldiers have in mind.

"I defeated the Seven Sins Agents, the Four Princes were killed, and I also obtained the divine weapon!"

"I now declare that this war is over!"

For a moment, even though the call to withdraw troops had not yet been sounded, the sounds of fighting and killing below gradually stopped.

The glass shattered and red wine spilled all over the carpet.

The soldiers were thankful for their survival, but Dele Luca's eyes were almost spitting fire.

Theresa leaned against the curtains and laughed softly.

Duke Gode dropped the enemy he was holding, raised his head, and waited nervously for Rusalka's next words to see if he could maintain his agreement and original intention with him.

And then? Then Rusalka's shadow disappeared, and in this most delicate and tense atmosphere, the chapter was cut short.

At this moment, all the emotions in everyone's heart were aroused to the peak by this sudden and irrelevant verdict!

Sanita: (Damn! This is bad news! You, the leader, revealed half of your secrets in the worst possible way at this time. This will probably lead to us being targeted.)

Rusalka, on the other hand, didn't take it seriously and instead breathed a sigh of relief: (I was so scared! I thought he was going to mess with my fanfiction, but that's it? Isn't being targeted a good thing? Level up time!)

Sani Tower:?

Sometimes it is really hard to tell whether a good brother is sincere or just playing tricks.

Chapter 299: Alice Magic Castle Final Battle (5)

The shadow disappeared, and the god came to an end.

The key is held in my right hand, carrying the weight of a fallen god, but it always feels different from the scene in my mind where a god falls, the world mourns, and all things wail.

Pygmalion died quietly. In this world, there were only three witnesses, one of whom was the murderer.

With such an ending, it is hard not to feel a sense of emptiness filling your heart.

Holding a coin in his left hand, he looked closely and saw that it was just an ordinary one-yuan coin on Earth, but it looked very strange here, with numbers on the front and patterns on the back.

Rusalka looked at it and couldn't help wondering, if he and his good brother died in this world, would it be a disappearance without an ending for them on Earth?

That would be so unfair to those who have a place in their memory.

I must go back, even if it's just for one day.

Everything was over, and Phoenix, who probably didn't understand what was going on, had already escaped back into the shadow plane.

It was getting eerie to stay in this deserted hall for too long. Rusalka glanced at the empty throne at the end of the hall, sneered at herself at the idea of ​​sitting on it and singing "My father's father is my grandfather", then turned around, opened the door and walked out.

As soon as I went out, the familiar smell of blood hit me in the face. It was the wind from the battlefield, the most explicit gift.

"Oh, that's surprising. You guys are everywhere."

Rusalka's tone was flat, and the scene he saw made him shake his head helplessly.

The square outside the palace hall was littered with corpses. Even next to Rusalka were two bodies with large holes pierced through the chest and throat - but those were all corpses of cultists, and some even had a few green leaves or white petals growing on them, adding a touch of poetry to the massacre.

There are no high steps at the entrance of the main hall of the Sinidi Palace, and there is a square outside.

Rusalka was very polite. In line with the good virtue of not leaving any traces behind when going out, he turned around and closed the door.

From beginning to end, the white horse inside, which had been completely forgotten by Rusalka, did not make a sound. With a strong desire to survive, it behaved very quietly.

After walking through a trail of blood and past corpses, he finally reached the center of the clean square. His 18-point powerful perception made him stop and put his hand on the hilt of the sword behind him.

As he moved, transparent ripples appeared in the air around him. Soon, eight elves stood in eight directions of him, raising their bows and arrows and aiming at the vital points on his body.

Rusalka remained calm, perhaps even feeling a little secretly pleased. He drew his sword and stuck it into the ground. Then, with his hands behind his back, he acted like a hermit: "I am from the First Life Ring."

But the eight elves did not respond, and the only voice that responded to him came from the person in the air in front of him who he had not noticed.

"Well, that's right, I'm from the Earth Angel."

The air in front of Rusalka rippled, and an elf with milky white hair, comparable to a thunder dragon, stepped out (note the order). He smiled at Rusalka and said, "To be precise, I am their leader, Warfarin, the great elder of the elves. You should know me, right? Congratulations on successfully obtaining the artifact, Mr. Gemini. I'm here to discuss cooperation with you."

"You don't look like you're here to congratulate or collaborate, do you?"

"Don't worry, their arrows can be aimed at your enemies right away, and I can also be yours."

Warfarin smiled, and the huge burden shook a little, causing Rusalka to feel a faint pain on his face - just like the burning phantom pain in his back when he was happily picking cotton in the fields. While admiring the big cotton candy, he recalled the tail of Farmer Phoenix.

Rusalka: (Brother, this big Lai Lai seems to be affecting the harmony of the family. I request combat orders.)

Sanita: (Wait a moment, I've sent Qingfeng and Charrons to secretly open the treasury. The troops have already occupied the city wall, and reinforcements are on the way.)

Rusalka couldn't help but ask, "What kind of cooperation? Tell me about it."

Huafalin opened her arms. "You, like us, are transcendents. Don't you think there are too many mediocre mortals in this world? They just sit there doing nothing every day, hogging the world's resources. They don't promote biological progress or increase the strength of the creatures on the main plane. Instead, they hinder the races that should be progressing. Aren't they worthless?"

What does this mean? Is this speech format about snapping your fingers? I've received so much information today. I just finished a meeting with two gods, and now I'm meeting the Elf Thanos. Rusalka feels like she's had so much in her life.

Rusalka responded with a series of hums and ahs, neither agreeing nor refusing. She began to talk trash with declarative statements, trying to buy time for her good brother: "Well, I think it's okay. After all, everyone is indispensable for the smooth operation of the world~"

Huafalin spread her hands, made a retching expression, and then fanned her nose with her hands. "I'm speechless, Gemini. This is typical human Paladin thinking. Honestly, I'm almost vomiting."

The way she spoke made Rusalka's keyboard stand up in her mind, and the arguments of classical mechanics took over her mind: (I can't help it, I'm going to do it!)

Sanita certainly didn't want Rusalka to take action. If this elf suddenly turned hostile, it would be bad for Challens: (Hold on, Brother Xiao! If you can't hold back, the two elves here will blame you for killing too quickly, preventing them from showing off their life's learning.)

Rusalka: (Now that you mention it, I really don't want to fight anymore. I really want to see them shouting about how amazing Sanitieta's "late-night" coaching is during their internal battle.)

After Sanita realized this, he felt a little disgusted after being told this by Rusalka. Honestly, he was about to vomit. If one or two of these elves escaped, his reputation, which was half-hidden by the "Ace Agent", would be sent to the Elf Forest to be exaggerated: (You should just kill them. I don't want to hear the story anymore.)

Rusalka: (Haha, no, I love listening to stories.)

Huafalin raised her finger. "Listen carefully, Master Gemini. According to the research of those of us who were born and raised beneath the World Tree and are the closest believers of the God of Nature, life in the world follows a cycle of reincarnation, with birth, aging, and death repeating over and over again, but the total amount of vitality remains constant."

"In this way, it becomes clear why we, the elves, are a noble race, but have so few people. It's because there are too many impurities in the world, which hinder our rebirth."

No, I think it's because your teaching and training process is too slow. It takes decades to fall in love with each other. If you elves can have the execution ability of Phoenix, President Sa would have given birth to a basketball team.

Oh, he is also on the bird zone server like me, and can’t open a new account, haha, that’s okay.

Rusalka: “So?”

Huafalin nodded. "That's right. I'm going to open the gates of Hell and let the demons invade. I'm going to eliminate a large number of those inferior life forms. I'm going to collect the vitality of the demons and other inferior life forms and infuse it into the World Tree and the Well of Life. In this way, the number of our elves will begin to grow rapidly. Once our numbers reach a certain level, we'll drive the invading demons back to Hell and seal them back up. After this purification, the world will become a better place."

She certainly hadn't forgotten Rusalka. "Of course, if you're willing to cooperate with me, I can promise to let you and your companions enter the Elven Forest. We have the most powerful forest protection mist maze. Even the demon army can't enter our forest. Moreover, our elves are very short of outstanding and powerful males. I personally welcome strong males to help us realize our expansion plan. How do you think?"

Rusalka: (Hehe, this statement sounds a bit like the ecological niche of an orc. Elf harem, it's pretty cool to think about it.)

Sanita: (Sorry to interrupt, from a magical perspective, their maze formation isn't invincible. Don't forget they have a black dragon in their family. Functionally, although this thing is a "magic from the Age of Gods" left over from ancient times, its effectiveness has been greatly reduced. It only retains the functions of "getting lost" and "disrupting space", and no longer has the function of "expanding space". If the number of demon armies exceeds an order of magnitude, they can still force their way in and break the formation.)

It's so boring. Every time when I am fantasizing about time, my good brother always uses professional academic speeches to get me excited.

Sunita: (Hmm, Challens and Harukaze seem to be back together. I got the signal. Think about it and get ready to fight.)

Rusalka: (No problem, but I was actually thinking about asking, who's stronger, Harukaze or Charens?)

Sanitita: (Charens, he's a serious knight, very powerful, the kind with no ulterior motives. As for Qingfeng, it seems he knows a lot of miscellaneous skills. He knows a little magic, a little fighting spirit, a little swordsmanship, a little archery. He seems to know a bit of everything, but he's not an expert in anything. He's not very pure. In a real one-on-one fight, Charens might be better. Why are you asking this?)

Rusalka: (Then why did you send Qingfeng to protect Charrons? Isn't that putting the cart before the horse? Hydra, Phoenix, or the two fellow elves, or even those Star Knights of Esdi, wouldn't they be the most suitable candidates?)

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the Sanita Tower. (Charens certainly needs someone to protect him, to cover his retreat if he encounters an enemy. Yeah, but why did I think of Harukaze? Damn! They've been tricked! I'll personally take action, and you quickly take care of them. We'll meet in front of the royal treasury!)

Look, even a good brother with an intelligence of 19 can't avoid making mistakes, while I with an intelligence of 5 always have a flash of inspiration. From this perspective, doesn't the cost-effectiveness of an intelligence of 5 far surpass that of a good brother?

Rusalka finally said what she had been thinking about: "Alas, I have to clean up your mess~ It really can't be helped~ Well, then, then, Great Elder Huafalin, before we reach a cooperation agreement, I have a small question for you."

"what?"

"What do you think of the orcs of the Aiel Empire?"

Huafalin showed her disdain without hesitation and sneered, "A bunch of uncivilized barbarians, completely ignorant of elegance and art. All they do all day is fight and kill, destroying the environment. Their cultural level is low, and their stench is simply disgusting. It would be better to grant their wish and let them all die."

Rusalka raised his sword and slashed forward. "Fuck you! You dare to insult my wife? I'll chop you to death!"

Sanitita couldn't help but ask: (What if she didn't slander the orcs?)

Rusalka: (How is that possible! Don’t I know what the outside world thinks of the Orcs?)

Okay, my favorite Soviet joke.

Huafalin was a little surprised by Rusalka's sudden change of attitude, but she was already used to the good habit of fighting among the evil ones over a disagreement. Before Rusalka could rush to her, a thick plant broke through the ground and pulled itself up by the roots, directly blocking Rusalka. Several vines swept over, but were instantly blocked by Rusalka and then chopped off with a backhand.

[Parry Master - Physical Whip Selected]

[Vine Elder]: An elite summon, Challenge Level 15. Its attack power is not high, but it is good at binding, restricting movement, forming obstructive terrain, and covering a wide area with plants. Its vitality is extremely tenacious, and its core is hidden deep underground, making it difficult to kill completely.

The moment Huafalin took action, the eight elves also shot arrows, but black mist emerged from behind one of them. Before the latter could react, a dagger directly cut through her throat, and another pierced her back, instantly taking away her vitality.

After doing all this, the golden eyes sank into the black mist again, and the black mist immediately dissipated as if it had never appeared.

Warfarin was unfazed by her subordinates' sacrifice. After all, in her eyes, all living things were merely a collection of life forces. The dead life forces, when gathered, would soon become new spirits. "Oh? I didn't expect Gemini to recruit the leader of the Shadow Association? I remember that the Shadow Association was wiped out by Theresa a long time ago. It seems that there is still a lot of hidden cooperation between you and Theresa."

"Then you are spreading rumors. I picked up this cat from the trash can."

Snap, a small biscuit hit his armor and shattered, and a wisp of black mist dissipated from the edge.

"Well, actually I downloaded it from the Internet."

Rusalka didn't even bother to raise his shield, letting the arrows hit him. In response, he drew his bow and shot at the elf.

The elves had originally taken out a crossbow that looked like a "toy" to Rusalka, hoping to fight against their elite longbowmen in archery, which was as ridiculous as using a slingshot to fight a rifle.

But when Rusalka was pulling the rubber band randomly and the arrows seemed to have their own spirits and hit the vital points, they could no longer laugh.

After Rusalka casually cut off an arrow with his greatsword, he began to spin on the spot, holding the sword to shoot down the arrow while spinning, and then immediately sheathed the sword and pulled the rubber band to shoot. It is hard to imagine that this whole set of actions was completed in less than half a second. It was so fast that even the elf archers who thought they had the strongest dynamic vision in the world could not see it clearly.

And every arrow from Rusalka, even if it just grazed their bodies, would leave a deep wound on their delicate skin that would dig out the flesh.

The two sides fought back and forth, 7 to 1, and there was even constant interference from vines. Even in this situation, Rusalka still had the upper hand in the shooting battle, and her arrows repeatedly grazed the elves who failed to dodge in time.

But as Rusalka fought on, he exposed his fatal flaw - he misfired.

"Null, out of bullets." He finally pulled out the greatsword from his back, which he had thrust in and out countless times. After annoying the elf, he also annoyed Theresa. After using [Eel Transformer] to escape from the vines, he used [Phantom Step] to teleport to Warfarin, who was standing by with her arms folded, watching the show. He shouted, "Your Majesty Theresa! Get on board!"

"Heh." Huafalin raised her hand, and a barrier of emerald green thorns blocked Rusalka's sword. Rusalka activated the Holy Slash without hesitation. However, before the barrier shattered, it was like an irritated pufferfish, and countless magic spikes emerged to pierce him back, forcing him back several steps.

Huafalin looked at him with a grin. "Gemini has two talents, right? Where's the other mage? A human warrior like you can't possibly defeat us almighty elves."