What did you do with the dice?

What else could he do? He could only console himself by remembering that he'd bought Phoenix at ten o'clock, unlike those free, vulgar powders randomly refreshed by nature. He then rubbed his abstract tail to appease his cravings.

After the battle, this good aibo will disappear.

Rusalka suddenly slapped her thigh in frustration: Damn it, I forgot to ask him if I could change it, system. How can God drag me to jail anytime and anywhere? I want to drag Him back to jail too!

But the system is different from the Sanita Tower. It will not complain about Rusalka, nor will it pay attention to him.

Chapter 331: Burying the Crocodile in Ice Is Really Right

The golden barrier dissipated, and Rusalka and Sanitita stood on the rooftop again. Before leaving, he hugged Phoenix and touched her big tail. After giving her a scroll, Sanitita teleported her back to her original place according to the rules.

"Master Tamamo!"

"elder sister!"

The group of fox priestesses did not know about the duel between the God of War. They just saw Tamamo was beaten to his knees in his own territory after she unleashed an endless river of blood. They couldn't help but feel fear and took a few steps back, not daring to move forward.

Everyone looked again and were shocked. Oh my god, this human actually had nine tails!

No, wait, according to the traditional concept of the Fox tribe, there is a human growing on the nine tails!

Rusalka walked directly to the battle flag and said to the foxes, "Okay, I have reconciled with your Great Wizard. Give me the flag."

Tamamo also received the revelation from the God of War. She took a deep breath and said helplessly, "Yes, he is telling the truth."

The fox witches didn't understand what was going on: "Why?"

Rusalka spread out her nine tails and proudly shouted, "Actually, I'm also a believer in the God of War. I'm a mixed-blood nine-tailed fox who was captured by humans and brought to Sneidi when I was little. If you go by the theory of bloodline, you should call me the Little Witch Chief."

"Then why do you want to help humans?"

"This is all part of the God of War's plan. How can you mortal foxes possibly understand the wisdom of a god? After my rescue, I effortlessly became Sneidi's hero and directly became her Godfather. Isn't this much more efficient than the war you've been fighting for years, yet to capture the Northern Frozen Fortress?"

Since there were no one of their own here, Rusalka didn't even need to prepare a draft when she boasted, which scared those fox witches.

Tamamo vaguely knew the truth, but when she thought about Rusalka, who was already recognized by the God of War, she couldn't ruin his reputation.

She just thought it was incredible that Rusalka had never had faith before, but as a true believer in the God of War, she naturally obeyed the God of War's orders and ordered the fox priestesses to make way.

The fox priestesses who were protecting the formation flag gave way to Rusalka, whose tail was waving behind him, and watched him reach out to grab the formation flag and pull it hard.

The crimson beam of light dissipated in an instant. The people in Alice City looked up at the scene and cheered to each other with tears of joy.

Even the exhausted soldiers below, who had fought till the very end, smiled with relief. A surge of strength surged through their bodies, and they roared, drew their weapons, and rushed towards the enemy: "Long live Sinidi!"

So, how to rewind?

[Generally speaking, every artifact has a backup plan. You just need to silently recite "Obislach" in your mind.]

Obislachi?

Kampas's previous calmness disappeared. Even when Rusalka agreed to become his believer, he showed no emotion as he was satisfied with his purpose. But when Rusalka silently recited the spell, his tone actually revealed a smile of obvious success.

[Haha, yes, that's right. Welcome to our perspective.]

Rusalka suddenly had a terrible premonition in his heart. Even though he only had 5 intelligences, he could judge that the current situation was very bad by the same laughter coming from his head: Damn, this guy is hiding some dangerous information about the sequelae of resurrection!

He really wanted to stay alive, and he was really teaching himself how to revive his allies, but there must be something wrong!

Rusalka: (Sa...)

The private chat channel was disconnected.

The next moment, Rusalka felt that her soul was directly sucked into the formation flag. When she came to her senses, she found herself floating in a very strange space.

Incomprehensible streams of information swirled rapidly around him. Those were not even complete pictures, but characters that Rusalka could not understand at all. The moment he reached out to touch them, detailed information about a cubic meter of space appeared in his mind: including the humidity, soil fertility, pressure, and even the tiny components of magic elements were converted into the Chinese language he understood and imprinted in his mind.

The amount of information in this cubic meter is enough to make an ordinary person's head swell, and the time when Rusalka's fingers were in contact was less than a second, but it was updated countless times in real time, and the irregular movement trajectory of each particle was accurately recorded.

But this was just one of the countless runes that Rusalka had touched. If he had not traveled through time as a character card, but as an ordinary human on Earth, and had just been careless and used his finger to draw a line on the rune pile in front of him, his brain would probably have burned out the next moment due to the huge amount of information pouring in.

His brain, following the human way of storing memories, tried to erase the unimportant parts of this memory. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't forget the information that had just been stored in this cubic meter. This caused Rusalka to feel extremely uncomfortable on a biological level. "So, what's the point of this? This is meaningless data."

"Of course."

A figure in the image of a "good brother" appeared before Rusalka: "I have modeled my image after the most intelligent creature you can remember."

"Are you the DM?"

"Correct."

"Can I punch you then?"

Rusalka raised his fist and wanted to hit him, but the next moment, the opponent threw a light spot at him without leaving a trace, which made him realize a problem that was completely inconsistent with the thinking of the 5 intelligences: if he punched too hard and let his arm hit the information flow, then his head might be damaged by those disgusting information.

So, the DM in front of him did nothing, but Rusalka put down her fist in disappointment and made a tut sound.

However, the DM was quite cooperative and replied, "Let's talk about it after you get back."

"Okay, so you pulled me over here just to show me what you gods usually look at?"

DM: "This is a meaningless side effect for you, and it's inappropriate. After all, you just tried it. But even if your carrying capacity has increased, your instinctive response to this form of information absorption is still rejection."

Rusalka waved her hand. "Alright, alright. I know you won't answer my question anyway. The War God Krampus told me I can rewind and revive. I don't want to read this useless stuff. Hurry up and teach me how to use the artifact to rewind and then send me back."

DM: "Are you sure you want to resurrect those beings whose life force was absorbed into the formation flag after their death?"

Rusalka thought that this question was a waste of time. Since she had come all the way here, was she going to go back empty-handed?

Oh, it was not a wasted trip. My head now has a cubic meter of useless and redundant information. Now I have really brought knowledge home. Damn it.

"I'm sure. Otherwise, why would I come? I can't punch you."

The DM said again, "Out of consideration for the sake of 'goodwill,' I'm reminding you of a piece of information. The last person who did this was called 'Theresa' in this world. You should have met her."

Rusalka: "Awesome! What did she revive?"

DM paused. "I can't tell you that. I can only tell you that your actions carry irreversible risks."

Rusalka: "I'm not afraid! Hurry up, hurry up, start it!"

The DM was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, I'll respect your wishes."

In an instant, the information flow in the entire space flew away rapidly, and some light spots were stripped away and remained in the surroundings. Rusalka could clearly feel that those light spots were the location of the Alice City battlefield where he was. Among them, there were two strangest ones. One with messy information in it was himself, and the other one was also very messy, but not as outrageous as himself. It was his good brother Sanita.

But why was the first adjective that came to her mind "a mess"? Rusalka couldn't understand it either.

"If you put your mind to it, put your hand on it and swipe left, you can revive everyone."

How could I back down at this point? This DM is so nervous, with so many security warnings popping up, he must be trying to scare me!

Would I be afraid of you? I've never been afraid of anyone in a group!

Rusalka placed her hand on the pop-up white panel without hesitation and swiped it hard to the left.

After a moment of stagnation, countless chaotic streams of information around him rushed into his brain frantically. The indescribable knowledge filled his mind, and he felt as if he was no longer himself.

He even began to gradually understand the nature of the light spots around him, and the perspectives of those gods. Even when he looked at the two spots representing himself and his good brother, he suddenly felt as if he realized what "Rusalka" and "Sani Tower" were.

Character card? Abilities? Priority? Skills? Health?

No, none of these are correct.

He felt that there was only one last layer of film between him and the truth of the world. He only needed to break through this film to get in touch with everything!

But the more he tried to eliminate it, the more empty he felt. He felt like he was losing something.

When the thought "Phoenix is ​​just a point of light" suddenly occurred to him, a new idea immediately emerged in his mind uncontrollably: Phoenix can indeed be brought back, but what he brings back is Phoenix, or a copied point of light?

It’s strange, why would I have such an idea? She... should be alive?

If that's the case, then it doesn't matter even if a good brother dies. I can just "copy" him and revive him. It's super convenient, just like myself?

An unprecedented feeling of fear was born from instinct.

With his mind in a mess, Rusalka subconsciously tried to get out of this unsettling state, but he despairingly discovered that his thoughts were like a burst dam, the flood rushing through countless rational defenses, almost instilling all the despair into his head, and he could only watch and passively accept it.

He heard the wild laughter of his own clan leader, Alastor: "Yes, that's it! Welcome to join me, my believer!"

Reason and instinct made his mind resist the invasion of this knowledge, constantly warning him: This is not something you should know. Once you know it, there will be no turning back! If it was Sanita who was here, he would definitely refuse directly!

But the curiosity and sensibility in his heart kept accepting all of this. He now really wanted to know: compared to the strange ideas that arose in his head, what was the deeper "truth" behind it that turned Theresa into the Messenger of the End?

The forces of resistance and breakthrough competed with each other, and were about to reach a stalemate at the moment when Rusalka was about to touch the essence.

The final success or failure will be decided by a dice!

[Level 6 Intelligence test is about to take place.]

[A check point of 1 or more is considered a success!]

If you succeed, you will understand everything.

The DM slowly threw the dice in his hand into the void. Countless eyes penetrated from all corners of the space, staring at the dice that was spinning slower and slower with burning and excitement.

Finally, the dice landed on 3.

[Your dice value is 3.]

[Intelligence attribute bonus is -3]

【The total is 3-3=0【Identification failed.】

The moment the system prompt sounded, Rusalka's thoughts were shut down, and all knowledge was shut out.

There is only one sentence left in my head: 5-Zhi opening card is right.

Ababa Ababa (making a sound of complete incomprehension).

Now, his head suddenly felt comfortable. He felt that he was just like when he had a high fever and was confused. He thought of a lot of bizarre and uncomfortable pictures, but after he recovered from the illness, nothing was left. It was like a dream. It was so nice.

"what?!"

"What a joke!"

"This isn't fair, this must be cheating!"

Countless curses came from the void, and even Alastor couldn't help but curse, "What the hell! Are the believers assigned to me really intelligent creatures?"

The DM simply snapped his fingers and blocked out all those sounds.

A second later, Rusalka completely lost her memory of what had just happened.

At that moment, his hand had swiped to the far left of the screen. From his perspective, he had just swiped it normally and nothing happened. There was no system prompt for exemption in the lower right corner, and then the panel displayed a line of [Activation successful].

Was I overthinking it? Actually, the God of War had no intention of setting him up for a fight.

Alas, I've encountered too many bad guys and misunderstood good people. The God of War, as the name suggests, is the god in charge of Tata Kai. He is just like me, Tata Kai everywhere. What bad intentions can such a guy have? Isn't Yu Yu himself quite kind!

Look at how easy it is to use this divine tool of his. Just swipe left like unlocking your phone screen. It's worthy of being produced by the God of War. "That's it? One-touch resurrection is so smart? Doesn't it need riddles or something? I think the other twelve gods are all riddlers, eager to turn every word into a puzzle that needs to be unlocked to understand the meaning."

DM didn't complain about him, but snapped his fingers again, causing Rusalka's consciousness to fall. "Congratulations, you are so 'intelligent'. Go back and continue your journey."

Snap, Rusalka's consciousness returned.

Sanita: (You called me?)

Rusalka glanced at the private chat channel where only the word "Sa" had been shouted: (It's okay, I can handle it myself. This artifact is very smart. Swipe left to unlock the resurrection of the entire army. Even a fool can use it. 5 intelligence card opening, it's really right.)

Sanita: (Indeed, the words and deeds are very convincing.)

Rusalka: (Get lost!)

Chapter 332 For the Alliance!

The flags fluttered in the wind, and crimson energy rushed from the flags into the sky, turning into raindrops and falling onto the battlefield.

Rusalka held the flag and shouted into the wind, her voice echoing throughout the battlefield.

“For the Alliance!!!”

As he shouted, the red life energy gradually fell into the corpses on the ground. The soldiers who had died in the war stood up again. They stood there in a daze, stretched out their hands and patted their faces, as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Am I not dead? Am I dreaming?

At this moment, Jian Wuming was maintaining the posture of stabbing the opponent's heart with his sword, and dying together with the Rhine tribe member. The red light fell, and their two bodies moved at the same time. They quickly retreated and separated, raised their heads and looked at the sky, both of them were shocked.

"I'm still alive?"

"The Great Wizard Chief was defeated?"

There was total silence on the Alice Wall. Someone shouted first, "Resurrection from the dead! This is god-level magic!"

Ice Mage Sarslin excitedly announced on the Mage Tower's public channel, "This must be the work of Master Sanitita! Only he can use this kind of magic! I've said it before, he's the earthly incarnation of the Supreme Arcane Mage, the pinnacle of the mage world. Otherwise, how could he know the function of this ritual? Yes, it must be so!"