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The roots of the ashesed tree were discarded like garbage by the king who had left the throne, and fell onto the tree beside him.

On the corpse of the ancient demigod, Archdru Yinveblen.

All the vitality and strength were used to suppress [Crazy King Dom] and delay the birth time that was bound to come. For this, this ancient demigod paid an extremely painful price.

The price of life.

The corpse of the Great Druyin turned into a dead wood, and when the roots of the ashes-covered tree touched the dead wood, they directly merged into it.

Immediately afterwards, the dead wood that had long lost its life seemed to be rejuvenated...

No, no, it's not life.

The dead wood began to flow out 【Blood】, dark red and hot liquid flowed down from the cracked wounds of the dead wood, the temperature in the air rose for no reason, and a sulfur smell permeated the air.

The corpse of the ancient demigod suddenly opened his eyes, forming a human face in the center of the tree trunk, but that human face was made of magma-like material, which looked extremely hideous.

At this time, he is no longer the respected ancient demigod, but is created by the corpse of the great Drew Inveblen after being ashesed from the roots of the big tree and the power of [Mad King Dom]. life.

Whether this even counts as life is hard to say.

"I am...Deflagration Deadwood Gregory!

! "

The existence claiming to be "Gregory" slammed the roots under him, and thousands of roots swept towards Margaret and Dorothy from all directions.

Margaret pulled out the Wind of Dawn with her backhand, and swung the long sword in her hand like a storm. The storm formed by the blade collided with countless tree roots, making a deafening explosion.

After each tree root was cut off, it exploded like a bomb, and the chaotic airflow of the explosion continuously scattered the sword energy from the dawn wind.

Just as one person and one tree were at a stalemate, Dorothy's eyes lit up, and the starlight in her hand pointed to a certain place, and then the sun's rays were highly concentrated and burst out, colliding with the chaotic fire.

"Boom!

! "

The air wave formed by the explosion sent people from both sides flying away. After the smoke cleared, the witch Clara stood on Gregory's tree trunk and looked down at the two of them, "My love needs a quiet place to communicate with the guests. Follow me to other places and have a good [talk].”

After the words fell, the space became chaotic, and the witch Klara sent other insignificant people away together.

…

Whether it was the appearance of [Gregory], or the witch Clara teleporting Margaret and Dorothy away, Mo Cheng didn't take any action, as if the two teammates were no longer important in his heart at this moment.

He looked at Dom's face suspiciously, thinking quickly about various possibilities in his heart.

Mo Cheng was sure that it was his own face, it was the same face he saw in front of the mirror every morning.

"Confused?" Dom pointed to his face, "Confused why I look the same as you?"

Mo Cheng said seriously, "I just hope you don't hear anything about our blood relationship. Believe me, this stalk is not funny."

He didn't intend to hear words like [iamyourfather] from the other party.

"What if I say yes? You and I do have an extraordinary blood relationship, even closer than others..."

Before the last word "relationship" was spoken, Dom turned his head abruptly, avoiding the sword energy that intended to explode his head.

But he couldn't dodge fast enough, and the sword energy still cut off a strand of his hair and left a small **** on his cheek.

"I don't know if you have misunderstood me." Mo Cheng's face was frosty, cold and tough, "It makes you think that if you have a blood relationship with me, you can get life protection. I don't agree with this wrong idea. Mind taking your life to make corrections."

When it is impossible to reconcile the positions, Dom is only [possibly] related to him by blood, and it is impossible for things of this level to stop Mo Cheng's murderous intentions towards him.

Not to mention Dom's appearance, Mo Cheng is more inclined to use some kind of magic method.

After all, this guy was born out of nothing by followers using unknown technology.

"Crumpy guy."

Dom gently wiped the wound on his face with his fingers, and as his fingers touched the wound, the wound healed immediately.

"A question, how to be sure that something really exists?"

The question was asked abruptly, but in exchange for it, the sword energy was indeed overwhelming. When Mo Cheng completed the hero template of [Master], at this moment he is the saint of the sword.

The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, destroying everything, even the body of a demigod dare not touch this sharp and unparalleled edge.

"I like to tell riddles to others, but I don't like to be told riddles to me."

But Dom neither evaded nor resisted, just a look, and the sword energy that filled the sky disappeared without a trace, as if it never existed.

He transferred the sword energy, not in the sense of space, but in the sense of time.

Just now, Dom transferred the sky-filled sword energy to a certain point in the future.

It's not that he doesn't want to directly transfer to the future or the past, Mo Cheng's only path, but the power of time surging in the other party made him give up this idea.

Although the opponent is not as proficient in controlling the power of time, it is not a rational idea to plan to fight the power of time with the opponent based on such an advantage.

Perhaps knowing that Mo Cheng would not answer his riddle, Dom sighed slightly and said:

"The answer is observation and interaction, its quality, its color, its smell, its [properties], its [information], these are the basis of its existence."

"So, when there is such a thing, its quality, its color, its taste, and all its attributes and information that can interact with the outside world are removed, does it still exist?"

Dom shook his head, "It doesn't exist, because it can't give feedback to the outside world, nor can it prove its own existence. It just [doesn't exist]!"

Mo Cheng frowned ~lightnovelpub.net~ I don't know why Dom said these things, his feeling was telling himself that the other party was talking about very important information.

"So, is there a thing that can still be observed by the outside world after being stripped of all attributes?"

Dom smiled, but that smile contained many things, some things that Mo Cheng couldn't see, "Theoretically, it is impossible to exist, why does it exist? It means that all its attributes have disappeared You can't feel it, you can't measure it, and even from the perspective of the world itself, it is impossible to admit the existence of an object that can no longer interact with the outside world."

Dom stretched out his hand, and at some point on his index finger, a drop of blood appeared.

A drop of blood that looks very familiar is Mo Cheng's blood.

"Then, why do you exist?!"

"Why do I exist?!"