"Original intention? Human dreams are things that are enriched with the changes of time. No one will truly implement the original intention forever. There is nothing in this world that cannot be given up, as long as there is a better replacement."

Edward narrowed his eyes and let his eyes pass through the protection of divine power. This time, the face of God was no longer blurred. On the tall statue, his deep facial features were as handsome as a young man, emitting a warm luster, but in his golden pupils, he had a cold indifference that understood everything.

Humans, ghosts, monsters, time and everything, all in these eyes, exist equally

"Is that true? Then. Or, can I give you something better in exchange for what you want now?"

"Values ​​are the derivative of human self, so I can't find it, nor can I imagine that it is better than Elena and can replace it, so she cannot replace it." The human being exhaled gently and looked at the huge statue of god: "Also, since I can finally talk to you now, I might as well repeat what I said."

His pupils contracted slightly, saying word by word:

"No matter who it is, you, or that Ariele; no matter what method, sacrifice something or what it brings to the world, return Elena to me. Otherwise, I will not stop. I will use all my strength and all my ways to ask you for her, that's it."

"What a simple wish. It's not unacceptable. If you really just hope that... you can give everything for her life, then all the problems will not be difficult to solve."

"It's really a wishful thinking. Is this God's way of thinking?"

The human being suddenly chuckled: "It is you who took everything away, so the only one who paid the price is you. What I can pay is everything that does not belong to me, but don't want me to pay anything to exchange for what I already have. I am not that stupid yet. If you want my life, if I don't have the power to ensure my safety, then what's the point of everything?"

"It's really evil." The Lord of Dawn was silent for a moment, and then he couldn't help but sigh softly. But he was immediately submerged in Edward's words.

"Is this evil that deprived other beings of their own needs? If so, then people are so evil. Life is such an evil spirit, and the soul warlock should be such an evil! The connection between this world and me is like this. Without me, everything is not mine, so why should I care about those that do not belong to me?"

The communication between spirits was as fast as lightning, so it seemed as if in the moment when the sight was facing each other, an invisible shock wave had burst out and swept across the entire hall!

An indescribable harsh friction sound resounded around Edward's body. The shield of divine power crackled, and the invisible energy outlined a circle of circular textures in the air! The ground in front of him weathered and cracked at an incredible speed, and a huge herringbone crack was eroded between the flying sand and dust!

The God of Dawn seems to have no habit of winning in concepts or delays. Therefore, when you find that communication is meaningless, you will naturally choose to use it as a means of rapid boundaries to solve the problem!

The spiritual warlock groaned, and his whole body flew backwards! In an instant, he flew out of the temple lobby!

This was a way to not sway his edge, but the human body had just flew out, and the statue suddenly took a step forward!

The robe that was carved into one seemed to be completely fiddled with it as a living thing. When it moved its steps, one of its hands had already spread forward!

With a muffled sound, a big hole had been opened in the outer wall of five or six feet thick and hard white basalt! The sand and stone were softer than yarn in front of the shield of divine power, and were silently penetrated!

But then, a bright laugh echoed in the air, and the muffled sound rang out again! The silver shield and the spiritual warlock in it broke through the outer wall for some reason and returned to the temple like a fog!

Edward didn't even have room to resist, and was thrown around like a ball! You should know that the shield of divine power is not just a simple spherical protective shell. At least, it shouldn't be difficult to fix yourself!

but……

"Is that just that? His Majesty the Morning?"

The face of the psychic warlock was buried in the shadow of the black hood, and only the corners of the pale mouth seemed to add some pleasant curves... The silver luster spread from his hands, and re-displayed layers of protection in the space around him! And when his hands waved, a whizzing sound of breaking through the air was spread all over the space!

Although it is the statue of Lansendal, the statue of God is just a statue of God after all.

Strictly speaking, it cannot even be considered a clone, but is just a special magical object, a special effect produced by the gods being able to attach to the items. It is better to call it a puppet rather than a "god"!

In fact, the word "Divine Image" is still extremely appropriate, which is the so-called "Divine Golem". But no matter what, Edward soon discovered that this huge statue of God was quite tricky!

The colossus waved his arm, and invisible power was generated out of thin air, pulling Edward forward, facing the huge fist as if he was autonomously facing. Edward did not dodge or avoid, his spirit condensed, controlled his body, and fell on the fist with a loud thunder. The white marble surface had collapsed instantly, and the gravel was like rain! The violent vibration caused blood to fountain the human facial features!

But he frowned immediately.

Because under his feet was just a stone! The originally envisioned divine power that could be absorbed had disappeared into the statue at the moment of contact, and it did not exist! At this time, the other hand of the statue had already pressed down head-on! With a loud bang, both hands were buckled together!

This move was naturally squeezed by the impossible psychic warlock, but when he flew into the air to avoid the cross, a golden light flashed, and the stone statue's originally collapsed fingers had flowed like liquid, smoothed down, and grabbed him again!

Edward's body swam in the air, bringing out a silver and black afterimage.

As he was traveling through the air, a large piece of rock on the statue continued to collapse, five or six deep gullies were cut out! But the statue did not feel any pain at all. After hitting, the rocks that fell and scattered were twisted and transformed into countless big swords of stone, flying all over the sky, bombarding the silver shield around Edward, and each of them brought a roar like a muffled thunder! Although ordinary rocks would silently shatter into countless fine pieces as a touch of the shield of the divine power, Edward's divine power was consumed a little. Or this divine power was almost insignificant to Edward, but after all, it accumulated a lot. After dozens of times, five or six incandescent flames burst into the sky, and fires filled the sky! When the silver ball of light flew out of the flames, a thin trace was actually produced on the flowing protection!

So smart.

The silver-black shadow swept away from afar, reverting to the soul warlock wrapped in divine power. Looking at the stagnant cow statue, Edward couldn't help but nod.

Ransendall obviously had an extraordinary understanding of the royal power. He knew that he would never have to contact Edward directly, nor would he let the divine power leak out at all, otherwise with the superpower of the royal power, any divine power would be directly plundered. Therefore, he did not use any divine attack methods at all, but just controlled everything that could be operated - stones, natural energy, and even waved the strong wind created by his body to fight against that human being!

Although the divine power he contained was far less than Edward's possession, the solid and thick shell made it almost ignore all negative effects. No matter whether it was fire, freezing or lightning strike, it could not cause huge consumption to him. The divine power in it made it ten thousand times more difficult than ordinary golem puppets. The earth and stones on the ground were his structural materials, and any damage caused would be calmed down in the blink of an eye. And the movements as fast as an ordinary person were exerted on the body that was more than twenty feet high, and the rock weighing more than ten thousand pounds brought unmatched destructive power! Even the passing wind pressure could tear the body of an ordinary person apart like a rag! Even the situation after the air would cause a violent storm to affect Edward's flight trajectory!

Long-range attack?

Waving casually, three spears with divine power flew towards the statue! The forehead, throat, chest, but the responses in the three places were exactly the same. The statue did not dodge at all. The spear was like a broken bamboo and fell into the stone, and it turned into the sea, making the soul warlock frown.

It took only a moment, and the God of Dawn transformed the ownership of the divine power and completely changed it! The explosion effect that he originally gave to the divine power was enough to crush the stone statue, and it was left alone!

"The power of mortals is still too shallow after all." In the colossus, the voice of the Lord of the Dawn was a little leisurely, and it was even shown on the face of the stone statue: "Give up, with the ability you have now, it is impossible to be hostile to me."

Almost comparable to the devouring ability of the royal power... Is this the ability of a high-level god?

The psychic's body paused in the air.

With his eyes flowing, the huge statue of god was still heavy in his vision, unable to see any details, and even the transformation just now could not detect how it began or ended. There is only one thing that is certain - those small tricks of divine power cannot work for the Lord of Dawn.

But if you don’t use God’s power, what methods do you have to deal with such a thing?

If you want to decompose him by space transmission, you will consume too much of your divine energy, which will not be worth the effort, or you will crash into his body? But you don’t know where the manipulation core composed of the divine energy is... or wait for him to be automatically dissipated by the pressure on the plane? It’s simply a waste of time, no difference from helplessness, so it’s better to turn around and escape...

It seems that there are some examples when dealing with the Colossus... The method of "What and Colossus" seems not to work, because this thing has no core, but in my memory, there seems to be a guy's fighting style, who is very good at dealing with those large-scale things?

One thought was flowing in his heart, but it was immediately denied one by one, leaving only the last one, so Edward sneered softly, and with his hands raised, the silver moonlight gathered in Edward's hands, flowing, and becoming a huge blade. With a turn of luster, he had already held a handle between his hands, and then cast it out!

"It's ridiculous, do you still have to try it?"

The gods did not agree with human "persistence" - although their appearance changed, in essence, this attack was still just a flying prop. Therefore, the huge statue of the god ignored the two blades without hesitation, clenched his fists, and blew the mosquito-like opponent! The terrifying wind swept across the roof of the temple, and made a squeaking sound there, which also pulled the black shadow's flying posture!

Unfortunately, the god obviously didn't know what kind of existence the two exaggerated blades were imitated from.

"drink!"

A huge blade that was nearly half a month old, drew two arcs in the air, and with a light click, it pierced into the neck of the statue! But just as the golden light flowed around, the black figure in the distance had already exhaled! A single-handed rotation. The long chain connected to the blade became thicker out of thin air, pulling the blade and bounced back suddenly! The head of the giant statue was actually broken halfway by the blade's force, and collapsed with a click!

The second chain blade rotated and then nailed into the shoulder of the stone statue!

Ransendall reacted very quickly, and suddenly reached out and held the thin silver chain behind the blade. However, compared with the thick rock arm, the chain seemed as weak as a cotton thread, but the divine power that bets was never thin. Between the arms pulled, the subtle chain had been deeply embedded in the rock's giant hand, but the blade nailed into the neck did not tremble at all. As Edward exhaled, the arm covered in armor had been cut off from his body!

Then, the chain blade on the left swung in the air and flew over again!

Crack scramble...

The blade flew, drawing silver spirals in the air! The violent sound of the wind turned around. The air was actually swept out a rising storm!

Under such a dense and strong offensive, the statues of the giant stone peeled off one after another, bursting pieces, and the dust spread like fog, completely filling the entire hall! Almost in the blink of an eye, the giant stone's body had been worn out by more than one-third!

At the beginning, the onlookers of the morning light were able to bombard the enemy with magical magic, but in just a few breaths, the terrible dust completely wrapped them. Not to mention attacking the enemy, even breathing was completely impossible even if they recited a prayer. Several remaining mages barely used the wind creation technique, but the created storm was almost completely ineffective in the closed environment, and it was even more impossible to blow away the dust.

In the battle between the strong, the weak existence cannot play any useful role no matter how many of them are.

Edward had closed his eyes, and even the surrounding divine shield was fully fitted to his body. The power reached his current level, and ordinary vision was not as effective as divine vision.

"You may not know what Pan Duorion's body is yet?"

"A monster. Aggregation of power."

The sudden question in his heart made Edward smile slightly, but he still responded.

"In the end, you will only be part of Panduorion. What benefits do you think will be for you to resurrect that ancient evil? Do you think that with the power of a person, you can occupy the consciousness of ancient evil?"

"He is an evil existence like you that cannot be imagined by ordinary people. You can think that he is a consciousness, but not a consciousness of a creature, but a consciousness far beyond a god and a world. He is one of a dead multiverse, or a product of all consciousnesses in several levels, a spirit of a plane! Such a monster can truly bring destruction to a plane! Even the gods have no ability to destroy it, and can only seal it simply to barely stop him, but you think that with your insignificant human soul, such an existence can be controlled?

"The infinite score is still infinite. Can the strength of consciousness really be obtained through fusion? Or do you not know what is mastering infinite, instant eternity?"

Edward's body was swimming in the air, and the fluctuations of consciousness did not stop. In just a few simple conversations, he had already circled around the stone statue. I wonder how many circles there were, scraping out the rocks.

In fact, he did not like to say these truths because it was meaningless at all. In a person's heart, there were always some ideas that could not be easily reversed, at least not reversed by words. Only a fierce blow of fate could change that kind of stubbornness... So no matter which world it is, for thousands of years, any victory must be laid on force and on the basis of the change of absolute power. It is even more impossible for Edward to naively hope that the half-informed truth in his head can directly influence a god and make him give up his dispute with him.

That is something that can only be found in myths and legends. In the final analysis, it is just the things that strong people make up to whitewash their own in order to achieve their own goals.

Just like a miracle, you can believe its existence, but if you think you can trigger a miracle, then you will be a real miracle without losing to death for a minute.

However, since someone is willing to tell him about Panduorion, why should he refuse?

The howling wind in the hall could no longer roll up the heavy dust, and it spread a layer of soft ashes on the ground! A god always has almost infinite patience, but he still has to bear the consumption of his divine power by the main material plane. No matter what aspect he considers, he is a disadvantage.
Chapter completed!