Chapter 763

The scene was once very messy. Redemption had a look of exhaustion, sweat pouring down like rain, soaking her body, looking like she had been fighting on the battlefield for several hours, tightly hugging a manifested giant coffin imprint.

Negris curled his lips in annoyance and muttered in a low voice: "This is too fake. A goddess can even sweat? Who are you trying to fool?"

Anthony understood and responded in a low voice: "No choice, who told my lord to be too simple and honest? Without this, he wouldn't know how much effort you put in. Redemption did indeed put in effort, so let her pretend if she wants to."

Negris realized: "Also, sigh, no wonder they complain about hardship at every turn. It turns out they aren't really tired, but are showing off their merits. If I had known, I would have learned it too."

Anthony said hesitantly: "Not very good, right? When they complain about hardship, they are really tired. If you complain, you're pretending. My lord can tell."

"What do you mean? When I complain, I'm not really tired? I keep the Wisdom-Opening Aura on every day to improve your intelligence and not let you become an idiot. Do you know how tired that is!" Negris said angrily.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, Lord Negris is exhausted. I'll find a hundred mother dragons to serve you later."

While they were whispering here, Famobis over there was also stunned. Ang beat and kicked it, and it suffered a little bit of injury, probably to the extent of "it would heal if not treated immediately."

Then this goddess shouted "Don't die, don't die, I will save you," and hugged its imprint for a round of healing. It was healed, but it would have been fine even without the healing. Then the imprint was picked off by her. What happened?

Famobis had the feeling of being cheated out of a big house by a few copper coins. The other party cheated its imprint with a tiny healing spell?

No, it doesn't count as cheated, just replicated. Famobis could still control its own imprint, it's just that Redemption's hand had another imprint.

Handing the imprint to Ang, Redemption said excitedly: "My lord, do you want more? Come again."

These things that Redemption solidified were all one-time use; once used, they were gone. For safety's sake, it's best to get a batch ready for use at any time.

Ang nodded, pounced on it, and beat and kicked it again, making Famobis bewildered. Still coming?

It wasn't until six imprints were solidified that everyone stopped. Ang gave Redemption several tons of Elf Beans and let her go pet the dog.

With enough imprints, naturally, there were endless comparative experiments, trying to replicate the Ten Thousand Worlds Law Tablet.

"Since the Ten Thousand Worlds Law Tablet is a divine artifact that has become sentient, shouldn't we call Du Luo Ken over?" Negris suggested.

This was a good suggestion, and Ang called Du Luo Ken over.

"Order? There are quite a few ways to make it orderly, such as movement. Let it move in the same direction, and it will naturally be orderly. Secondly, force fields, such as magnetic fields, can make iron powder orderly. But the most practical is Holy Power. How to make Chaos Mist possess the power of 'Holy'?" Du Luo Ken said.

"Holy Power, Anthony and Lisa Xia Mala are more familiar with it. Should we call Xia Mala over?" Negris said.

Ang nodded and called Xia Mala over.

"Holy Power? Of course, it's to infect it with intense belief. If one day doesn't work, then two days. If two days don't work, then two years. One day it will be able to possess the same belief as us," Xia Mala said piously.

Negris said hesitantly: "I feel that your statement is unreliable. You aren't fooling us, are you?"

"No, no, how would we dare? Even if we were fooling, it would be her fooling, it has nothing to do with me," Luna emerged from Xia Mala's body as a phantom, shaking her head desperately to clear her name.

Ang directly took out a mass of Chaos Liquid, handed it to Xia Mala, and said: "Pollute it."

Xia Mala's Fallen Power touched the Chaos Liquid and immediately disappeared without a trace, like a clay cow falling into the sea.

After polluting for a while, the Chaos Liquid had no change, but Xia Mala was exhausted, sticking out her tongue. It is estimated that it was also faked.

Xia Mala was chased away, and everyone continued to study the Chaos Liquid in distress.

Looking at everyone like this, the Monarch finally couldn't help but say: "Your way of getting along, um... is very special."

"Special? What's special about it? Wasn't it the same when you were here before?" Negris was stunned by the Monarch's nonsensical words.

Anthony knew what the Monarch meant and nodded: "When Your Majesty was here, it was still, um, a bit more majestic."

"At least Locke, Feiti, and the witches wouldn't pretend to be tired in front of me like this, let alone gather together to discuss problems. You get along like a family, but you have an absolute core. Ang actually doesn't lack majesty, but the little Redemption just now still pretended to be tired in front of him. It feels like acting spoiled, very special," the Monarch said.

The dignified Goddess of Redemption was called Little Redemption, but it sounded so appropriate. Who let this be the Monarch?

Negris laughed: "As long as you don't burn his fields, Ang is still easy to talk to. Everyone knows his personality, which is why they are so informal."

The Monarch nodded: "This is quite good, really quite good, otherwise the years of eternal life would be too boring." Speaking to the end, the Monarch sighed faintly.

They continued to try several other methods, but they were always stuck at the "orderly" step. Ang was not in a hurry at all. He could conduct tens of thousands of experiments to cultivate a magic rice. For this kind of Law Tablet that can engrave Void Laws, it is very normal to conduct a hundred thousand experiments.

However, Famobis couldn't watch anymore and shouted: "I already said, you can't handle this kind of power. You'd better let me go quickly. The Void is already collapsing. If time cannot be reversed to resurrect the Ten Thousand Worlds Divine Tree and the Ancient Divine Light, we will all die."

"No, no, no, what you said is wrong. The Void Origin will not die, and the creatures within the realms under our protection will not die either," the Monarch said.

"Uh, even if you Void Origins don't die, you can't protect many creatures, because the Void has collapsed. You can't afford to raise too many creatures, and you can only watch them die. Moreover, the Void has collapsed, and you will also fall into eternal dead silence. Except for darkness and temperature, you can't feel anything. Are you willing to sink into this eternity?" Famobis shouted.

Everyone couldn't help but be silent. This is indeed a result that everyone is unwilling to face. Let alone how many people can be protected, just the fact that two worlds have collapsed now makes Ang unhappy. How many of his fields are on them!

"So, let me go quickly. Reversing time is our only chance. As long as you give me the Time Imprint, I have a chance to reverse time, go back 500,000 years, and stop the explosion of the Ancient Divine Light and the demise of the Ten Thousand Worlds Divine Tree. If you are worried that I will betray you, I can offer my imprint and pledge allegiance to you."

Negris curled his lips: "Forget it. No one knows the consequences of reversing time. By then, we will also be reversed. After 500,000 years, we may not necessarily be born. Maybe we will be destroyed by you in the Main Plane in advance, then we will be even less likely to be born. Then you won't have an object of allegiance. What's the use?"

Famobis's heart skipped a beat. This was exactly its plan. It turns out these people have always known the drawbacks of reversing time, so they were just teasing it from beginning to end. It was impossible to hand over the Time Imprint to it. Damn it, I was played.

Seeing Famobis's grief and indignation, Negris continued to laugh: "And reversing time is not our only chance. Look at what this is?"

While speaking, he lifted the black cloth covering the light spots. In order not to leak light, the black cloth hung all the way to the ground, only covering the sapling.

In this way, it was opaque, and the Chaos Mist no longer flowed to the platform, so Famobis didn't discover the sapling at all.

Famobis's entire core solidified, and its will fell on the sapling, saying in disbelief: "Ten... Ten Thousand Worlds Divine Tree? Alive?"

"Look at those lights again," Negris spared no effort to strike people.

"An... Ancient Divine Light? You... you guys, you..." Famobis was deeply struck, and couldn't even speak clearly.

Famobis was silent for a long time and didn't speak again. When everyone thought it was struck badly, Famobis said excitedly:

"Since we have the Ten Thousand Worlds Divine Tree and the Ancient Divine Light, why don't we unite with the Abyss Big Mouth and the Dark Origin to kill the Void Will together? If we are willing to share the power of the Ancient Divine Light, the Abyss Big Mouth and the Dark Origin will definitely be willing."

Us? Who is "us" with you? How did it become "us" while talking? Too shameless.

But why would the Abyss Big Mouth and the Dark Origin be willing? Just for the Ancient Divine Light?