Bring some numerical shock to the summoning world

But I am a ball of light, how can I have a heartbeat?

Just as Spectrum hesitated, Zhou Li took another step forward. He placed his hand on Spectrum's shoulder and asked, "I don't have any killing intentions towards you right now, so you can't use your abilities, right?"

when? !

Pu Guang's pupils suddenly constricted. There was no difference between the suddenly appearing Zhou Li and the ghost. Both were enough to make one's heart stop. The ghost was even stronger than Zhou Li, at least there was logic to follow.

The moment Spectrum raised his hand, his shoulder was crushed into countless tiny points of light. Feeling no pain, he continued to raise his hand, and countless small spaces suddenly appeared between him and Zhou Li.

Zhou Li wanted to crush Spectrum's head, but he suddenly found that there were countless "tens of centimeters" between him and Spectrum. No matter how Zhou Li stretched out his hand, he was always far away from Spectrum.

"It seems that you can't do anything to your father, and your father can't do anything to you."

Spectrum said.

"I drafted it, are you taking advantage of me?"

Zhou Li was furious, and the four-light giant behind him seemed to share their master's wrath. The moment he summoned the Lightning Mouse, Diamond Requiem's ​​flawless, diamond-like right hand tightly grasped the Mouse's body. Like a depth charge, Platinum World Diamond Requiem transformed its head into a lightning-charged meteor hammer.

Then, Zhou Li reached back and grabbed Platinum World Diamond Requiem's ​​ankle.

A knight cannot die unarmed. A knight's squire cannot die unarmed. A knight cannot die unarmed twice!

In that instant, Platinum World Diamond Requiem transformed into the most flawless sacred sword. A dark purple living metal skeleton formed the spine-like blade, its surface covered in the blue-green starburst patterns of the Platinum Star and entwined muscle reliefs. A pink heart-shaped crystal constructed from Crazy Diamonds pulsed violently at the handle, its inner core weaving a network of golden veins. The blade, condensed from the golden energy of the Golden Requiem, seemed to possess the most violent thunder.

The most terrifying thing is that the tip of this sword is not a sword tip, but a yellow ball of thunder and lightning stuck on the tip of the sword! And it also has countless sharp long thorns!

The moment the four-color mood appeared, even Tucker, who had lived for thousands of years, couldn't help but stand up straight. And facing this four-color long sword with barbed pinballs, Spectrum was even frightened and staggered, subconsciously taking a few steps back.

What is this Jiebao?

This is fucking Jiebao!

Wielding a three-meter-two-meter giant sword, Zhou Li slashed Huashan with a single powerful blow, literally shredding space with the four-colored, emotion-driven sword. He then used the power of the Angry Diamond to reassemble the space, using the resulting momentum to propel the sword forward. Pushing forward again and again, the sword practically broke through the "distance you can never reach" set by the Saint's remains, slicing off half of Spectrum's body.

It’s okay, I can still run!

Realizing that something was wrong, Spectrum directly abandoned half of his body and squeezed the companion body carrying the remains of the saint backwards. In just a blink of an eye, he relied on the saint's left foot to walk a distance of nearly a thousand miles. Even Zhou Li could not catch up with him in the first time.

However, Zhou Li had no intention of catching him.

"Run, huh?"

Zhou Li, sword in hand, approached the spectral half with a sinister grin. Then, as Tucker's skull maw expanded and Shayun's cherry mouth transformed into a cherry bomb, Zhou Li, with his greatsword in hand, began to slash at the half of the body in front of him with a blade storm.

666, and there is also whipping of the corpse.

Just as the sand scorpion and the skeleton thought Zhou Li was whipping the corpse, something counterintuitive happened. Spectrum, which had been frantically running away on its left foot, suddenly stopped in mid-air and flew backwards with its eyes wide open in anger. The faster Zhou Li slashed, the faster the half of Spectrum's body returned.

Like...a magnet?

"Ola!!!!"

With Zhou Li's roar and the ultimate blow of the four-colored giant sword in his hand, the body that was healed by the Angry Diamond and the Electric Mouse was completely stitched together.

Feeling his own intact body and looking at Zhou Li who was holding a huge sword in front of him with a grim smile on his face, Spectrum showed a relieved smile.

"Kouxi, make peace."

"Fuck you!"

Zhou Li wouldn't even let go of someone who had a small grudge, let alone reconcile. Even if Spectrum knelt on the ground to act as Zhou Li's star wrath, he would still punch him. Following a heavy blow that could crack the earth and shatter the sky, a cloud of golden dust spread across the area that was once a residential area.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Zhou Li coughed a little due to being choked by the golden sand and slowly stood up. The spectrum in front of him had disappeared.

Absolutely dead.

"Dead."

Zhou Li let out a long breath, slowly exhaled, and said, "They are definitely dead."

Tucker was a little bit unbelievable.

Just die?

A thousand-year-old body, an immortal spectrum, just died like that?

The man in the cloak not far away was trembling even more. He curled up tightly, not daring to make any rash moves.

Then he was caught in the light and disappeared.

Chapter 285: The Wise Man Thinks a Lot

The Sinai Desert was not once a desert.

To be more precise, the continental plates were not quite the same as they are today. At least 9,760 years ago, the Sinai Desert was not where it is today, but in the core area deep in the ocean.

At the same time, there is a civilization here, a civilization called Tianzhidu.

"If you were to judge based on overall strength, the Capital of Heaven is inferior to the Kingdom of Golden Classic."

In a small house, Tucker pulled out two bottles of silver wine from his ribs and placed them on the table, saying to himself: "As you can see, the City of Heaven is actually this big. The Sinai Desert is only one-tenth the size of the Golden Kingdom."

"Ancient magic is completely inferior to modern magic. This is natural. After all, magic has never been interrupted. Aside from some minor details, modern magic technology is far superior to ours. This is an indisputable truth."

After taking a sip of Silver Goblet wine and letting it slide down his ribs, Tucker said in a muffled voice:

"But...Tianzhidu is really good, really good."

At least nine thousand years ago, when other nations of the same era were still practicing a system of equal slavery, the Emperor of Tianzhidu abolished the slave law and achieved relative equality for all. After the Tianzhidu Truth Society developed golden magic, the Tianzhidu royal family had no intention of monopolizing it. Instead, they exhausted their power to create the Golden Pulse, allowing Tianzhidu's productivity to surpass that of all other nations of the time.

Golden magic involves reconstructing matter through magical power, transforming it into gold and silver. Meanwhile, Tianzhidu has developed a method for more efficient magic through the use of gold—the Golden Pulse. Using gold and silver as a medium, many spells can be multiplied in effectiveness with the Golden Pulse.

This gave the City of Heaven an extremely powerful productive force. Whether it was producing magic or sowing magic, it could achieve powerful effects under the blessing of gold. However, these were only conditions. What truly enabled the City of Heaven to reach the realm of "Heavenly Kingdom" was the then-City of Heaven's royal family.

"saint."

When Tucker said this name, his expression was extremely complicated. Respect, anger, and bottomless sorrow.

"He is the ninth king of the Sky City and our emperor. He created the Golden Magic and the Golden Pulse. He freed the slaves, reformed the system, decentralized power, abolished many discriminatory systems, and liberated all enslaved races. Through his personal charisma alone, he liberated these slave races that were once enslaved by the Sky City. At the same time, these races also let go of their past hatreds and chose to serve the Sky City."

His eyes fell on Sha Yun beside him, and Tucker whispered, "The Sand Scorpion Clan is one of them."

This saint is a saint in the truest sense of the word.

He had no appetite, no worldly desires, only one wife, never a concubine, and no social life beyond necessity. He lived in the palace, yet ate the food of commoners, not for show, for he truly loved pancakes and stews. He wore gold and silver because it enabled him to perform his magic better. During the sowing season, he never missed a sowing session at 3 a.m., nor a meeting.

He is gentle, yet intolerant of evil. He believes that education is the foundation of everything, and that children must never be deprived of the opportunity to learn. He holds himself to high standards, yet also understands the importance of allowing people to rest and recuperate. He pursues magic, but only the truth it represents. He expressly forbids belief in it, revering it as a supreme being.

During his 76-year reign, the sage possessed no personal assets. He claimed that the nation had been entrusted to him by the people, and his personal assets were their respect and trust. All his gold was taken from the state treasury and returned to it upon his death. During his reign, Tianzhidu never waged war against any nation, nor did any nation dare to oppose the sage's leadership.

Seventy-six years later, the saint died of exhaustion. Before his death, he ordered his subjects to use only the most ordinary stone tablet and place his body in an ordinary tomb in the cemetery of heroes.

On the day of the saint's death, the whole city of heaven was in grief, and the weeping continued for three days. There was an endless stream of mourners in front of the saint's ordinary stone tombstone. In his will, no one was allowed to offer gold, silver, or jewelry to the saint, but only the first ear of rice, the first apple, and the first feather pen produced each year as tribute to him.

Three years after the saint's death, the people wanted to make his children the new king. However, both children refused. Having served the saint in state affairs, they knew they were not qualified to be kings. Possessing the saint's virtues, they chose to nominate Ye Lin, the then Minister of Education, to become the new king.

Perhaps it was the greatness that the saint had left behind that made his successor unconsciously choose the path of greatness. Ye Lin perfectly inherited everything the saint had done, building water conservancy projects, revising laws, and promoting education...

However, both he and the saint miscalculated one thing.

faith.

“A saint is far greater than the gods in books. Even if he repeats again and again that we should not believe in individuals but in the truth, people’s remembrance of the saint will never stop.”

With regret and sadness, Tucker whispered, "Father had anticipated this situation a long time ago. He was afraid of being worshipped as a god, afraid that people would believe in him instead of pursuing the truth."

"So, he left behind a plan before his death. Once his successor discovered that there was a large-scale belief in him in the country, the plan was immediately activated."

"The name of this plan is the De-God Plan."

After a pause, ashes appeared in Tucker's eyes that were like flames.

"My father anticipated that people would believe in him, but he didn't anticipate such fanatical faith. Perhaps he also didn't anticipate that even though he asked the country not to publicize his deeds or highlight his contributions, people could see everything he did. His reluctance to publicize them actually made people love him even more."

"Ye Lin initiated the deification plan, attempting to weaken the influence of saints among the people and stop them from believing in individuals. But he failed. He and my father underestimated the people's belief in the concept of saints. They underestimated the terrifying unifying power of a perfect saint in that era. Ye Lin was driven from power, and my brother was forced to become king..."

"In the end, the saint became a saint."

After a pause, Tucker said softly:

"Father became the god he least wanted to be. And his people began to believe in this great god."

"The Heavenly Capital Truth Society has changed its name to..."

"The Saints Society."

Chapter 286 Father is Here (Two in One)

Then the saint became a god. He came to earth as the Father."

However, the saint who appeared again was no longer a saint.

He is a god, a spirit born from human desires. Perhaps people's faith was pure at first, but when he appeared in the world as a god, everything changed.

He began to be worshipped, worshipped, and treated as an omnipotent deity. When the first person who made a wish to have his paralyzed legs healed by the saint regained their feet, a wave of desire spread. People began making crazy wishes, viewing the saint as a deity on earth. From then on, the saint lost his name and was simply referred to as a saint. His name was also tampered with in history books, with "saint" used to refer to everything about him.

"It's a terrible thing."

With a wry smile, the second son of the saint, who had seen his father's living dead, said slowly;

"I remember clearly that my father once accompanied me in an experiment when I was twelve years old. The experiment involved using gold magic to transform a piece of raw ore into gold, and then using restoration magic to transform the gold back into raw ore. Even my father, who had created gold magic, had experienced significant wear and tear on his gold magic."

"He used this scene to tell me that everything in the universe is governed by the law of conservation of energy."

Suddenly, the air froze.

"You don't count."

Facing Zhou Li's pure gaze, Tucker said after holding it in for a long time: "You talk about the outside."

"go on."

Zhou Li signaled him to speak quickly, or else he would show Tucker what the law of energy conservation meant. Sha Yun, standing by, couldn't help but laugh.

"Where are you talking about?"

After thinking about it, Tucker sighed, immersed himself in the past again, and told the story:

"Everything, except you, obeys the law of conservation of energy. This is a universal truth. But the people at that time were obsessed with the idea of ​​making wishes. They believed that this was a great deity, and that his boundless power was natural. Praying to the saint had become the foundation of the Heavenly City at that time."

"Then, the people prayed to the saint, asking him to choose the most perfect successor. The saint, who had already become a god, chose a young man who looked up to the saint as a role model and emulated him constantly. They elected the young man as the King of the Heavenly City..."