Gamers Are Fierce - Chapter 893

[Chapter 892 Thanksgiving]

So, how to trigger it?

Li Ang took the [Dice of Shining Destiny] out of the backpack, and found that it was much heavier than expected. The touch of the hand was cold and firm, and even if it was pinched between his fingers, the surface of the dice continued to change, making it difficult to see clearly.

He weighed it in his hand, and a sense of sight naturally emerged in his mind, prompting him how to use the dice.

“The previous owner of this dice was a senior member and has died, so this dice has become a succession system,”

Li Ang said to himself, squinting his eyes: “The successor does not need to participate in the assessment like ordinary newcomers, as long as the extraordinary Power is injected into the dice.

If the total amount uploaded at one time is enough, you will be recognized by the dice and will automatically become a junior member of the ‘Super Friends Alliance’…”

“You have to pay the principal first, and then divide it into elementary, intermediate, and advanced. Member?”

Chai Chai smacked his mouth, “Why does it sound more like a P2P pyramid scheme… Hey, why did you put it away?”

“Well.”

Li Ang put the dice into the backpack and said casually: “I am now The divine power has not returned to 5,000, and the spiritual power has not been fully recovered. If you find that the share is not enough after uploading half of it, it will be embarrassing – it does not say that the principal will be returned.

Wait until the status is fully recovered before using it.”

“Oh, oh .”

Chai Chai nodded, and suddenly realized something, “Huh? 5000 divine power?”

Li Ang smiled, and roughly talked about the process of ordering the hive unit to collect amber blood, and by the way rolled up his sleeves and took off the cover The artificial skin on the back of the right hand reveals the imprint of the gods.

The previous mark of the swamp reindeer god has a gray and black base, and three wooden vines overlap to form a triangle. The outside of the triangle is flowing river water, and the inside is dotted with vines and colorful flowers.

Over time, the river will ebb and flow, and the flowers and vines will wither and bloom.

But now, after incorporating the divinity of the distorted starfish, the shape of the imprint of the gods has changed,

becoming a chaotic and fuzzy ball that constantly vibrates and changes shape.

Li Ang tried to use divine power, and found that compared with before, the creation, life, and healing effects of divine power were preserved,

aggressive and assimilated, and it also buried a trace of destruction, death, and distortion.

The efficiency of converting the power of faith into divine power has also been greatly improved, and

it is shown that the recovery speed of divine power is at least twice as fast as before.

“So is it a demigod now?”

Li Ang sat on the wooden chair in the alchemy workshop, thinking.

The tiny amount of divine power emanating from his body caused colorful flowers to bloom everywhere on the wooden chair.

Chai Chai’s eyes lit up, he picked up a bunch of flowers, and first weaved a wreath on his head. They made a wreath on the ground,

and even very ingeniously, using black flowers to form a word “Lien” in the middle of the wreath.

“Mysticism books don’t say how to be a god…

Generally speaking, when a divine creature is promoted to a demigod, there should be some visions, right?”

Li Ang murmured, his eyes caught a glimpse of the imprint of the god that was changing shape, and he pondered. Said: “Do you want me to trigger it myself?”

He frowned slightly, focusing his thoughts on the mark of the gods on the back of his hand.

boom!

There was an explosive roar in his ears, and Li Ang only felt his consciousness stretched sharply, and he saw such a scene in a trance-in the

dark and vast space, the

dense and towering tentacles and feet danced wildly, surrounded by a field of various colors. Green swamp.

The tentacles slapped the swamp to pieces,

The swamp, which has no shape constraints, regroups again and again, slowly advancing with silent churning bubbles.

The two sides are in a stalemate, the battle lines are tugging back and forth, and

the life forms that touch the wrists and feet are more powerful, but the swamp has home field advantage, the total amount is more, and it is difficult to distinguish for a while.

Is this a struggle between the distorted starfish and the reindeer gods, the will that remains in the divinity… In the

dark, Li Ang has a vague intuition, the

gods are immortal, even if they are demigods or even dying spirits, their life The degree of tenacity is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

All along, the broken will fragments of the reindeer god have remained in the imprint of the god, but because the reindeer god is dead, there is not much movement.

After all, it is the divinity inherited from plunder, and it is fine to use it in normal times. If you want to go further, you must completely erase the traces of the will of the reindeer and the deformed starfish…

Li Ang took a step forward, and his will rushed towards the battlefield like a turbulent tsunami.

Wherever they passed, the swamp mud was forcibly flattened, like an ancient well without waves,

and it stopped abruptly as if it were struck by thunder when touching the wrists and feet.

However, in the next second, the swamp and the arms suddenly woke up, and the fragments of will left in the divinity were furious, and the

mere mortals also wanted to destroy the will of the gods?

The swamp set off a 20-meter-high tsunami, which slammed down like a collapsed high-rise building.

Li Ang looked up and took a deep breath. The player panel was lit, but the items and props inside could not be taken out, and the skills could not be used.

In other words, this is not the real world, but a battlefield at the consciousness level in the imprint of the gods.

How tough is the individual’s will…

Li Ang took a half step forward,

closed his fist, and

blasted out.

Wow—

the swamp mud seems to have been slashed by an invisible big hand, and it is divided into two parts

.

Li Ang stepped on the ground, his figure jumped into the air, his arms fell violently like iron pestles, and his arms and feet were deeply crushed under the mud.

The countless memory fragments that make up the personality of “Li Ang” surged up in his mind,

those happy, sad, angry, desperate, and joyous, flashing in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern.

A long time ago, Li Ang also resented the heavens and the people, resented his own situation, resented the cruelty of fate,

the dark mud of despair and anger, deprived him of all the light of hope, and drowned and suffocated him little by little.

If I hadn’t met Wang Congshan and the dean, what kind of person would I have become?

Maybe after Xiaoqiang’s death, he will break down to the end, completely abandon the bottom line, and act recklessly,

enjoying the joy and excitement of breaking and playing with the rules,

laughing silently, watching the world burn, and

finally because of the strong self-loathing and self-destructive tendencies, Voluntarily died at the hands of the righteous “heroes”,

bringing an end to the fate of “Li Ang”, a sad individual.

Li Ang tore the last arm and foot into two pieces, a faint smile appeared on his face stained with a little mud

, and the nameless anger that ignited slowly subsided as the memory surged.

Peaceful, firm, grateful.

In the real world, Li Ang’s turbid eyes became clear again, he slowly exhaled a turbid breath, and looked at the back of his hand.

The triangular swamp pattern disappeared, replaced by a moss-covered reindeer skull on the grass.

This is the mark that truly belongs to him.

[End of this Chapter]