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Just a human being, he thought about it—before he named himself "Jesse Dylan".

Jesse himself has no special interest in human beings, it is just a young race that has been around for less than ten thousand years. They are like ants or bees, but together they have the potential to create something surprising.

Maybe that's all.

He watches everything, creates a little natural disaster or a good harvest on a whim, and adjusts the distribution of various intelligent races. A large number of intelligent races are the main source of spellcasters, so that they will not be crowded into piles, which will reduce their "rations". As for the fate of individual individuals, he would never worry about it, let alone intervene directly.

It's only a moment after all.

Each intelligent race will set its own countless rules, virtue and vice, sacred and dirty. He watched with indifference as the laws were constantly being changed and rewritten over time, only to find it interesting.

Those insignificant beings keep multiplying, fighting, loving, hating, and struggling to survive from the ruins. They have founded countless religions, embraced powerful magic, and sacrificed food, fruit, prey, or enemies, compatriots, or even themselves to the gods they imagined.

But you don't need those. Jesse just needs those bubbling creatures to do two things—continue to develop spells, use spells, and create a more splendid civilization along the way.

In this way, you will not feel hungry due to insufficient energy feedback. Although it is not a big deal to be hungry for a meal or two, the satisfaction of being full makes him more happy.

For some individuals, Jesse will occasionally calculate their fate, completely random, as a pastime. And most of the results are unpredictable and ordinary, the most special ones are at most brave or kings, and then die surrounded by wealth and power. From this angle, the sleepy dragon is more interesting. Humans have extremely short lifespans, and a little accident is enough to kill them.

Noticing Adrian Cross for the first time, Jesse didn't have any expectations. A human cub, foolishly walking the path of inevitable death. According to his own calculations, if he stayed where he was and picked up the axe and devoured the corpse like his peers, there might still be a little chance of being rescued.

An uncommon idiot.

But he casually calculated the seemingly short life of the human boy, and his interest suddenly became much stronger.

The young Adrian Cross was doomed to die on this snowy night, and there was no solution. But he has a very high possibility to fundamentally affect the fate of the entire surface. That's not the "human world" effect of being a human hero to end wars, or to unify all human nations.

Contradictory and interesting results.

Jesse couldn't help but take a little distraction and began to look at him with interest.

The sky covered by the blizzard is getting darker and darker, the possibility of that human death is still 100%, and the possibility of affecting the surface is slowly decreasing. It seems that it will not be a skeleton that will affect the fate of the surface, it must be the surviving Adrian Cross.

Maybe she should just let him die, Jesse thought. But the surface had not changed significantly in thousands of years, and he was bored to death, and he was a little curious.

That's just a fragile human being, logically speaking, completely under his control. If it is just to let him out of his calculation range, it shouldn't be too much of a threat.

Jesse didn't hesitate too long before getting the answer "Having fun is more important". He separated a little bit of flesh and blood from his body, threw it on the surface, turned it into a form that humans could accept, and then put his own consciousness into it.

This is the first time he has rescued Adrian Cross.

This unaccompanied human being gradually becomes stronger and stronger. Since it is no longer possible to calculate the fate of the other party, Jesse must take a second look from time to time to make sure that this guy is still alive - since he is alive, according to his own experience, The possibility of the other party changing the fate of the surface will not disappear so easily.

The abnormality of Adrian Cross was discovered after he rescued him for the first time.

Adrian Cross is amazing. Jesse could sense the dotted, flickering power feedback on the surface, and Cross was the brightest among them. But his state is very unnatural—

That star won't twinkle.

Magic trade requests are initiated by spirits, and are also influenced by spirits. No matter how devout a believer is, there will be a moment of doubt about the world, a shake of faith, and it will cause a little momentary flicker. From religious leaders to atheists. They are always shaken - shaken for the gods, shaken for themselves.

The star that belonged to Adrian Cross has never twinkled since it became dazzling.

This is not a human he is familiar with, and Jesse suddenly found a target for himself to relieve his boredom. He paid attention to the star in his head with interest, waiting eagerly for it to twinkle, and then went to check on Clos's recent situation.

Cross became the Judge Knight Commander.

Cross was named "The Morning Star of the Glow".

Cross travels to the frontier to fight for the Dragon's Breath Mines. As the flesh and blood flew, Jesse was able to spy on Willard's plan - to detonate the Dragon's Breath Stone and completely destroy the elite of the Knights of Judgment.

This can't be done, he hasn't waited for Cross to shake. It is necessary to let Kloss survive, but once Kloss joins the battle, he will no longer have the ability to accurately calculate everything.

But he understands human beings, which is also a means of triggering the flicker.

Jessie sat on the spire of the Dragon's Breath Mine, chewing the sweet grass roots in her mouth, and stopped responding to the star's request.

Finding that Adrian Cross had lost his power, Willard felt distressed about the dragon's breath stone vein that was about to explode, and immediately decided to give this precious resource a shot.

This is the second time he has pulled Cross from the brink of death.

Immediately restoring the opponent's power will make people suspicious, and it may be that he will be dealt with within the Rad Cult. Jesse, on the other hand, also wanted to see how the helpless star would react—

It still doesn't flicker.

Jesse wasn't quite sure whether to be satisfied or disappointed.

What happened next was even more interesting, Cross was locked in Garland's dungeon, and he hadn't figured out how to get him out naturally. Nemo Wright took over the task of taking over the former Judge Knight Commander.

The son of Flint Lopez, the royal descendant of Alban, and the will of "The One".

It's like taking apart a palm-sized magic candy box and a torrent of treats spewed from it. Jesse almost immediately thought of the next action plan - not only could he use their actions to rescue Adrian, but he could even find a chance to sneak into this interesting team, get up close to his own stars, and watch the excitement by the way. After all, the opportunity is really rare, and it will definitely add a lot of fun to his life.

Since the will of the "Demon King" has come to the ground, Jesse can basically guess what will happen next. Timely entertainment has always been one of his principles.

This is the third time he has used some tricks to take the opponent away from death.

He thought there would be a fourth time.

Adrian Cross didn't shake for half a second until his breathing stopped. People always say that religion and love make people crazy, but he doesn't move. Obviously there is not much fun in the short life, the knight has neither fallen because of **** nor gave up his faith because he can't get a response.

What an irony to even die to protect "Jesse Dillon".

I lost. It should be the end of the story, Jesse thought. Another tiny blister pops and disappears, as humans always do.

But he was so unpleasant that he couldn't even force a fake smile.

Adrian Cross occasionally made him forget how short human beings are, and even if he knew his inhuman strength, the Judge Knight Commander remained the same. Cross did not scorn or look up, but only occasionally curved his mouth at himself.

Stupid people who have no idea what they are facing.

Standing at the entrance of the abyss, Jesse Dylan, who had just woken up, grinded her teeth, and the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. Fortunately, he has a very good vent object.

"...Please meet your gods."

It was originally in order to let these fragile little things relax and reproduce more safely, so he specially hidden his own body. And he's in a bad mood now.

Jessie tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and rubbed the blood on her fingertips. He stared coldly at the fanatic in front of him, his expression becoming more and more blank.

At the moment when Jesse Dillon's voice fell, as always, no one would buy the account of the infamous "Jesse the Viper".

What an arrogant madman, thought the Radish mage. He instinctively opened his mouth to throw out a few angry sentences. But then he couldn't say anything—

The weather today is very good, just a second ago, there was no cloud above the blue clear sky.

It should be.

The sky disappeared, and in its place was a monster that kept changing and twisting.

He couldn't describe the thing accurately in words. It completely covered the sky, and the edge stretched all the way to the horizon, as if the whole world was wrapped. The monster that replaced the sky was dim, almost black, and every part was twisting and surging. Like a vortex of nightmares, pale corpses, and oceans.

But the sun is still there, and it seems that the world has some kind of creepy error in the display. The top of the head was clearly dark, but the warm light passed through the monster's body eerily, laying on the ground normally, as if the ground itself was glowing.

This is not normal, it is not normal.

The mage took a half step back, his face pale, and the sweat dripping down his cheeks.

"You questioned God just now, about four seconds. Am I right?" the only remaining member of Tumbleweed whispered devilishly.

The mage couldn't answer, he opened his mouth slightly, and his mind couldn't accept the scene in front of him for a while. He should have scolded each other, he should have knelt down and prayed, but his muscles were tense and he couldn't move.

What is the "people" in front of me?

Innumerable shimmering, bizarre slender limbs dangled from the monster that covered the sky, and the water plants in the stream danced in the air. They shimmered white, especially around Jesse Dillon.

"It's so sad, after all, you keep claiming to love me terribly." Jesse played with the slender limb closest to him, "You should be honored to provide you with magic. God wants to be seen by you - and it's disrespectful for you all to stand with your necks crossed."

Far above their heads, the approaching black behemoth wriggled even faster.

"Devil." The mage struggled to squeeze a word out of his dry throat, his whole body succumbed to the instinct of the creature, and he could barely stand under the pressure of the heavy momentum.

Jessie lifted her head and laughed out loud among the countless twisting and horribly thin limbs.

"Sure enough, you never surprise me. I haven't done anything yet, and you gave me this definition - wait for me to do it later, don't you have no words to use? already."

He raised his chin eagerly: "It's okay, it's okay. After all, when I eat cake, I like to save the strawberries for the last type. Well, I think about it, let's start with you first. ."

After speaking, Jesse turned her head and casually nodded to the team of Mooney believers.

At this moment, the reconnaissance team has long been scattered. The Mooneys looked up at the sky in horror as they shrank their bodies in that almost crowded malice, in a somewhat comical pose.

"It was done by the conductor and the Radians." One of the sane people emphasized loudly. "It's their internal conflict, isn't it? We're innocent! Innocent! Please..."

"When we rescued you from below, you didn't seem to think that it was an 'internal affair' of the Rudd Church." Jesse bared his teeth, "And just now, none of you helped him. Say one word - shh, don't lie to God, I've been watching you all."

Jesse Dillon's pretty face was slightly distorted: "Of course, I understand, I understand. Because it's 'right for us to protect you', isn't it? As for the later The struggle, jeez, is something Rad taught himself anyway. No one's going to blame you, at least not humans...but I think you guys got one thing wrong."

The creepy smile returned to his face again: "What does the human rule have to do with me?"

"No, no! If you do, our leader will not be unresponsive—"

Under the huge monster, people desperately avoided the thin limbs they could see but couldn't touch. Fearful crying was mixed with nervous gasps.

"Take it easy, as I said, I like to start with the least enticing part. It's right to save your life, it's right to follow the rules of your game, by God's grace to use powerful surface magic is justified. Much glory to God? Almost to yourselves."

Jessie snapped her fingers, her smile distorted.

"You guys, say goodbye to your powerful magic - you ignore my baby dying, I don't want to deal with you anymore. How? Is this decision equally 'justified'? ?"

The Radian mage struggled to suppress his fear, turning his neck with difficulty. The followers of Mooney are as fanatical as they are, and no matter what Jesse Dylan does, they should swear that "devil". The other party cannot be a god, he must have cut off the grace of God through some means...

There was silence.

It was followed by a howl that made people's hair stand on end, the magical fluctuations unique to the strong disappeared instantly, and the followers of the Mooney Sect were pale, and their heavy and rapid breathing was filled with despair.

No one said anything.

No, the mage worked hard to look away from the terrifying monster overhead.

Not so. They can't have only one god, let alone be...

"And then you, our dear Commander. You gave the order, right? If you agree to wait a while, even the brainless guys won't dare to do it in the open. I Think about it, I think about it... well, because Eddard is human, and humans don't have much to offer. I can understand your contempt for them, because I can't speak of liking them either."

The dwarf commander shook his beard, his giant eyes rolled up, and stared straight at the strange life above. He waited for Jesse to approach, and without hesitation he tossed the scroll that had already been fired in his pocket.

Jesse caught it, and the scroll that should have exploded instantly turned to dust.

"'Vulcan Mansfield's Breath'? Come on, my breath isn't that fragile. Oh, I forgot, I don't actually do anything like a breath at all."

"You can fool those idiots, just a bunch of human beings." Lugo finally pulled his eyes back, "You can't fool me. I don't know what tricks you played, but I walked the abyss for so many years , I have already made up my mind to sacrifice. As for the loss of strength? Maybe the group of humans will care about your little tricks, but we value wisdom and experience more! I am not afraid of death, and even if I lose my mind, my compatriots will won't turn your back on me!"

His shrill voice was trembling and angry.

"Lord Mansfield will never abandon his people easily!"

"Good point." Jesse whistled, "I'll just dump you—oh, I've been wanting to try this for a long time. Don't be nervous, you're getting old, too. Enjoy and enjoy the happy life of your old age.”

For the first time, the Radish mage let out a sob full of fear.

He could sense that the magical breath was quickly leaving the one-eyed dwarf's body. Different from the "disappear immediately" that Mooney taught the group of people, a complete and slender magic circuit shook slightly in the air and was directly stripped out of the dwarf's body.

There was no splattered flesh, but the dwarf let out a shriek of disbelief. As the other one-eyed dwarves watched, his body began to turn black, and clumps of bone spurs sprang from his joints. The giant yellow eyes turned crimson, and the originally hunched spine twisted even more.

A faint demonic breath spreads out.

"I will return you to your original master." Jesse announced coldly, "But since you ordered Ed to be executed, as a companion, that one may not be willing to accept you, let alone Help you mend the abyss loop."

"Vulcan Mansfield hates demons. Well, I think about it... In the face of a demon who is familiar with the knowledge and hometown of the one-eyed dwarf, and has countless experience in abyss exploration, Vulcan believers will definitely give Your highest respect, let you enjoy your old age."

"You think it's troublesome to meddle in human affairs and kill them. Then I don't bother to destroy the circuit. It's fair to take it back, right? Why, it's not a gift from Vulcan Miracle? Pray, why don't you pray?"

Jesse glanced at the other dwarves who were huddled in fear.

The rest of the one-eyed dwarves were treated the same as the Mooneys, and were finally overwhelmed by fear. They screamed their prayers loudly, rushed to their former commander, and desperately tore the limbs of the "newborn demon", as if planning to escape this desperate situation.

The scene before you is like the most desperate nightmare.

It shouldn't be.

The Radish mage wanted to escape, but he was as immobile as his comrades. That can't be jinni, that can't be jinni. His thoughts were chaotic and frantic, torn apart by fear.

Maybe this is a scene of Mooney and Tumbleweed, but there must be something strange in it. All the evidence is false, including the evil creature with an amazing sense of oppression above its head, there must be an explanation behind it.

A doctrinal interpretation…

Yes, they must be still in the abyss, hit by some devil's fatal illusion. It's all fake, and whether it's dying or waking up, there's bound to be an end to this ridiculous nightmare. Their gods are waiting, watching, and in any case, the ideal land must be ahead.

"Everyone is the last batch, congratulations." Turning around, turning her back to the screams, wailing and nonsense behind her, the expression on Jesse's face can hardly be called "laughing".

He paced back to the mage, cupping his face with both hands.

"I can probably guess what you're thinking," he said sweetly, "and I'm pretty sure what you're about to think... Next, you'll be envious of those who died in the first place. A bit. Omg, you've shaken so much, God will be disappointed."

Have to run away. The mage thought to himself, they are definitely not the opponents of this monster.

But then he realized that he couldn't move. His feet, which were wrapped in boots, were deforming, piercing through the thick leather boots, revealing a rough, dull stone surface.

"You... the devil's..."

His arms were uncontrollably pressed to his sides, his jaw was raised tremblingly, and half of his torso was completely petrified—

In the horror of losing control, the mage gritted his teeth and slashed his own throat with the dragon breath stone dagger in his hand.

Whether it was reality or fantasy, he recognized it. Rather than continue to be tormented by this maddening unknown and fear, it is better to return to Chenni like this...

But he failed.

"'The followers of Zeni will not do something as cowardly as suicide, we will die of faith, of battle, of fate we can't foresee.'" Jesse gripped mercilessly Tightening that wrist, he held the dagger easily in his hand, and immediately crushed it into powder. "This is a teaching in black and white, Mr. devout believer, your behavior is probably inappropriate."

"It must be... the conspiracy of the devil..."

Petrochemicals continue to spread.

The mage can no longer move his hands, his jaw is forced up, and his face is turned upside down. His throat gradually turned to stone, and in the unbearable pain, he could only let out a desperate and vague whimper. His eyes could not be closed, but he was not blind, and his entire field of vision was occupied by monsters in the sky.

"'Don't run away from your fault, just as you look at all the heart-wrenching truth.'" Jesse shrugged, "If you talk about Mr. Devil every day, then I will borrow my vision Here, let's make an exception and let you see him. It's not bad to add some thoughts to your future."

The blond young man said, a finger on the mage's forehead with normal flesh and blood.

The overly expansive scene smashed into the brain, almost destroying the only reason left by the fanatic. His brain almost exploded, and he was so shocked by what he saw that his heart almost burst.

No.

The mad believer used his last strength to squeeze out an incoherent scream, and the voice was almost beyond the scope of human beings.

Not so.

"Like it? The truth you follow." Jesse's voice grew softer. "Humans have always been like this. You count barnacles and algae, light small fish and shrimp, and name yourself—this is a lower-level demon, that is an intermediate-level demon, and the stronger one is a higher-level demon."

"But you've been ignoring the whale beneath your feet."

But the mage has completely turned into a living rock and cannot respond. Just like the other Radical fanatics not far behind him, they stood on the ground in silence and despair, all looking up to the sky.

The stony eyelids cannot be closed, and the eyes that still have sight are forced to widen. The last tears rolled down the stone, out of fear or despair.

Jessie clapped her hands in satisfaction.

"In order to keep you from getting bored, your senses are still there - hearing, touch, pain. Dry eyes, hunger or thirst will not go away. Thanks to the wither castle, it is your own inspiration ." Jesse Dylan gathered her blond hair and snorted coldly. "But don't worry, your gods are also considerate. Even if you can't eat, many weather and poisonous insects will cause trouble. I will ensure that you live here until you die, and you don't have to worry about the abyss."

"Whether you believe it or not, then please do whatever you want. It's okay to pray for a delusional **** to come, or to give up your faith—oh, I'm willing to be watched by you all the time. I have to Said that generosity is laudable."

After saying that, he turned around, ignoring the group of stone statues behind him.

The reconnaissance team that was originally full of one person is now fragmented. Except for the blue dragon, who was still in a coma because of his loss of strength, and knew nothing about it, the only remaining normal members were Hamlin Elmer, who was blind in both eyes. The young man was huddled in his chair, shuddering and covering his ears.

Jesse glanced at the other one-eyed dwarves who were biting at the commander's corpse, blood-stained beards, and the Mooney believers who fell into madness not far away, and decided to let the young man stay in the dark for more time Wait a while.

He has more important things to do.

In this world, there has never been a life that can return from death, and resurrection does not exist. Before, there was a mage who perfectly copied the living body of the deceased, but it was just a living stupid body, and it could not be called the deceased person from head to toe.

Jesse Dillon sighed, took the still warm corpse into his arms, then bent down gently, letting his star lie on the ground. As he lifted the time delay he had cast, he looked at the hole in the opponent's chest.

"Alas." The blond young man brushed his hand slowly over each other's cheek, "I left Hamlyn Elmer, you have to praise me. Then we have a bunch of questions to ask Discuss. Change the fate of the surface? Maybe this possibility has already been realized... If I am part of the surface."

He did not cast a healing spell. Jesse knew very well that even if he repaired the body, which had mostly stopped functioning, he would only get a corpse in full shape.

"This is still learned from the abyss. How should I put it, it is indeed Mr. Wright."

Jesse retracted the right hand that stroked the other's cheek, and talked like a chat, in a flat and relaxed tone.

Then the hand broke through the ribs and went directly into his chest. The body of the imitated human was torn apart, and blood kept pouring out. However, Jesse Dylan's face was not twisted at all. After an unbearable churning sound of flesh and blood, Jesse raised his brows at the beating flesh in his hand.

"I voluntarily give up this flesh and blood, this power." He simply muttered, and the white light swirled rapidly around the heart. "Now I am willing to give it away, and this lifespan is shared with the contractor."

He then glanced at the steaming organ in his hand with a complicated look, sighed heavily again, and stuffed it into the hole in Adrian Cross's chest.

The living piece of meat squirmed fast, instantly repairing the defect in the opponent's chest. His broken ribs and wounds healed in an instant, and a cleansing spell cleaned the blood from his hands. Jesse watched the human body in front of him tremble, and under the penetration and wrapping of white light, signs of breathing reappeared.

"Oh, that's the stupidest thing I've ever done. Fourth time, Adrian Cross." Jesse grabbed the man's mutilated collar, finally revealing another A frivolous smile. "You have to thank me."

"... Then again, according to human romance, should I kiss you now?"