Chapter 586 Farewell Planeswalker

Even if we look across the entire multiverse, from Heaven Mountain to the Abyss, there are very few beings who can understand the devil's thoughts and conspiracies. Maybe someone can sum up some rules after dealing with individual devils for a long time, but once anyone tries to apply it to other devils or even that devil, they are likely to suffer inevitable failure.

So for most people, there is only one rule: don’t believe a word the devil says.

But who can guarantee it? The devil doesn't just stand upright in front of mortals.

After being convinced that the entire Rift Valley had completely collapsed, Ron and others returned to Green Swamp Town with confusion. Gilennis and Ron immediately got into the research institute and tried their best to unlock the golden gem. An examination was carried out, but the results were hardly satisfactory.

"Disposable props can only be used once. From this point of view, they are not even as good as my gems that can charge themselves," Gilenis concluded, "But it is even more confusing. Now it It’s just an ordinary gem with some residual magic power.”

"But the strange thing is that there is a mechanism inside it that allows it to quickly merge into one after entering the amethyst slate, making the slate think it is the original gem. Even I can't completely separate them."

"Like competitive antagonism?" Ron sat up from the experimental table and put his chin in thought, "Do you think the devil might have predicted our risks this time in advance, so he specifically used it to help us?"

This is the best possibility, but also the least likely.

"The first half of the sentence is possible," the moon elf pursed his lips, "In fact, as for the barrier that kept me out, now that I think about it more and more, it is more and more likely that the devil was causing trouble. If I were there, I would be able to identify the gem at a glance. True or false, it will never let you fuse with it. You don’t have to do this to use it. After listening to you and Drivedo describing the situation at that time, it feels more like the gem is eager to establish a connection with you. "

"That means they have other plans, they just paid in advance." Ron's face darkened in displeasure. If Gillianis also went in, the scene would never reach the point where Sera would burn herself. ——No matter how strong the silver dragon is, it is just a "mortal". A magician who has lived for centuries will always have a lot of opportunities to lead people away in front of her.

However this did not happen.

"At least it's harmless in the short term," Gillianis could only comfort Ron. "I've made a copy of its results to continue research, and maybe I can find some clues. Now we still have to deal with those people. The devil has more important things to do."

"You're right," Ron nodded, "Then I'll trouble you again."

Ron walked out of the research institute. Although both he and Gilannis concluded that the gem would not have any impact on him for the time being. After all, it was so similar to the original authentic one, they still felt like there was an extra foreign object on his body. It was unpleasant. Ron had to move the arm slightly away from his side, which looked weird when he walked.

"Sir Ron, are you injured?"

A strange voice suddenly sounded. Ron turned around and saw that the source of the voice was a red-haired young man he had never seen before. He was wearing ordinary clothes. It was difficult to distinguish him at a glance if he was thrown into the crowd. Set yourself apart from others.

But Ron can be sure that the other party is not one of his subjects. On his body, Ron could detect the traces left by some profound arcane spellcasting. And when he looked at the other person's hands, the calluses and scars on them proved that the other person was no ordinary civilian.

"I'm sorry, are you...?" Ron immediately became vigilant. There were four mourning bishops, and now there are two left. The number of the skeletons and the Ash Priests is unknown, and the other party is probably not one of them.

It's just that these cultists used to operate either at night or in remote areas. What's the plan to sneak into the town in broad daylight and greet him?

Or is this just pure confidence?

Ron didn't think so. The four bishops should be in contact with each other. Salona mentioned some of them. The loss of contact with one of them can be explained. Half of them are missing, but it is not just as simple as "lost contact". Moreover, one of the two bishops who are still alive has suffered a loss. Even the most stubborn monster should have noticed something is wrong by instinct. How could he appear here with such intimidation?

But the theory was such that Ron still cautiously added some protective measures to himself in the dark - he didn't want to achieve anything that opened his mind or opened his heart, so it was better to be vigilant in everything.

"Your Majesty, you are so forgetful." The red-haired young man laughed happily. He raised his hand and touched the air under his chin. Naturally, the touch came up empty. "Oh, I'm sorry. , you see, it turns out it’s me who has a bad memory.”

The young man turned around on the spot, and a figure more familiar to Ron was superimposed on his current appearance. "Mazzarino, is it you?!" Ron was startled. "Didn't you go to hide from the disaster?"

"Hey, hey," when talking about this, a slight embarrassment appeared on the planeswalker's face after dispersing the illusion, "Don't worry about this, it's not an interesting memory. But fortunately, it's all over, and the cloud giant has already You won’t come after me again. Look, won’t I come back to visit you?”

Saying this, Masarino looked around Green Swamp Town: "It's great. When I first came here, it was a wasteland, but now you have renovated it. Many places are different from my original plan."

"All this is thanks to Annie's efforts," Ron extended his hand and made an invitation gesture, "But we don't want to renovate a building that was just completed less than a year ago - let's talk somewhere else?"

"Do you want some tea? Or wine?"

"It seems that you have been through a lot," Masarino sighed, then smiled, "Compared to drinking a bellyful of water, I am more looking forward to Miss Ivy's cooking - the conditions were limited at the beginning, and now I want A feast for the mouth."

"That depends on whether you can convince her. Even we can't taste her cooking every day," Ron also laughed, "but what's wrong with you now? I remember..."

"What else could it be? I have achieved the goal given to me by the being I respect," the planeswalker's beard-stroking action seemed to have not changed, and he himself couldn't help but feel depressed, "Well, I shouldn't have shaved them! But then people would say I look like a barbarian - not every world's barbarians have red beards!"

"By the way, how is the situation here now? I heard from my lord that many great beings have cast some eyes here?" (End of this chapter)