Chapter 508 This is the only way for the small world to survive

at the same time.

Dean was standing in front of the God of Dust underground in the dust world, watching Zheng Yu and others disappear in front of him, his expression flustered and nervous, but he did not dare to move.

Because he clearly felt that the disappearance of Zheng Yu and the others was the work of their own gods in their world.

And it’s a very familiar feeling of entering an abyss.

"child."

After Zheng Yu and others disappeared.

A voice sounded in his ears that made Dean instantly relax his tension.

"God of Dust?"

Dean tried to communicate.

"Well... my name is Dean. I was born in Shicheng. My father is..."

"I know who you are." The extremely gentle female voice appeared again.

"I watched you be born, I watched you grow up, I watched you protect the people of the dust world...including your father and your grandfather..."

"I never left you."

"but……"

"I didn't help you when you needed me most."

"Kid, I'm really...sorry."

The energy emanating from the long-dead body of the God of Dust surrounded Dean. He originally had great resentment towards the God of Dust, but for some reason, he suddenly lost his resentment.

Because the energy from the God of Dust is like the mother's palm touching his forehead.

All those grievances turned into grievances.

"Why?"

All the emotions turned into a why and asked.

"Because... this is the only way the small world can survive."

"It's also the only way I can keep you alive for so long."

"What you need is time to wait. I gave up my fearless resistance and chose to exchange my life for this time."

"Fortunately...he caught up."

"who?"

Dean asked confused.

His subconscious reaction turned out to be Zheng Yu, who was in his seventies, but he immediately felt that this idea was ridiculous.

How could a strong man with divine status be able to use his life to delay time and wait for a long time to be only level 70?

That...should be the god of Zheng Yu's world.

"you guessed right."

The God of Dust confirmed Dean's idea.

Dean's eyes lit up. He was now very glad that he had the kind-hearted character of a good old man. Otherwise, with Zheng Yu's pretentious attitude at the time, and if it were another person with a bad temper, he might actually be pretending to be a slap in the face. drama.

He was the one who got slapped in the face.

That would create a problem, ruining such a big situation set by one's own gods.

so far so good……

While Dean was rejoicing, he didn't know if there was something wrong with his feelings. He always felt that the energy of the God of Dust around him exuded a... teasing emotion.

It's like... you're laughing at yourself.

Impossible, this is the God of Dust, a solemn, solemn God full of maternal beauty!

How could he have such a naughty side?

"cough……"

Dean coughed softly uncontrollably, was forced to interrupt his random thoughts, and then asked: "Please tell me, what should I do next?"

"I need you to do me two favors."

"One before the war and one after the victory."

Dean immediately asked: "So you think we will win this war?"

"Will you lose?"

"It's impossible to lose."

The God of Dust said to himself.

"If I can lose this, I can't put all my hope here."

…

Star Tomb Palace.

Zheng Yu finally met the highest authority in this star field - the gatekeeper of the Star Tomb.

"I thought he would be called something noble, like a devil or something." A snake hanging around Zheng Yu's neck complained.

This snake is the underworld monk.

Zheng Yu still felt that it was too aggrieved that the two of them turned into dumb snakes, so he asked the God of Dust to revise it. The fact that snakes can talk is not unusual here.

However, it doesn't matter whether Rong Li can speak or not, because he talks little.

"It's just a title. In fact, at our level, it doesn't matter what we are called."

The God of Dust explained patiently.

"There are even stranger names."

"The Star Tomb God's ability is of the space type. Just like his name, he guards a ruined star field, which he calls the Star Tomb."

"His abilities all come from the Star Tomb, but he cannot completely control the Star Tomb, so he mockingly named himself the Gatekeeper."

"But that's just his own self-deprecation. Don't really underestimate the star tomb."

Listening to the introduction of the God of Dust, Zheng Yu raised his head and looked at the tombstone floating in the air that was too big to be described in words.

The gatekeeper of the Star Tomb is sitting in front of the tombstone, and his body is equally large and exaggerated.

Instead, the God of Dust explained: "This is a trick used by gods. After all, being large will always feel oppressive. Some gods can even compare with a whole world in one eyeball."

This reminded Zheng Yu of the devil.

I don’t know what level of strength the Demon God has.

"That thing that looks like a tombstone is the door of the Star Tomb. I even suspect that the tombstone is his true body."

"Unfortunately, no one has tried it."

The God of Dust really felt pity when he said this.

"That one over there is the opponent you are about to face, the Curse-bearer Sakira. He has a star-level divine core. Before I died, he was already infinitely close to the realm-level."

"Now that such a long time has passed and you have absorbed my energy, you will always become stronger."

"It is estimated that it has reached the realm level."

"Realm level!"

The monk hanging on Zheng Yu's neck screamed in a snake-like sound.

"Isn't that the same as this star tomb or something?"

"Not even close."

"You can understand that the gap between Star Tomb and the Cursed Ones is thousands and thousands, but you don't have to worry. When Star Tomb participated in the Holy Judgment, the Cursed Ones were also among them, and they suffered heavy losses."

"In addition, the cursed person should not have time to take care of the dust world now. After all, for a realm-level powerhouse, the dust world currently provides him with too little energy."

"and……"

"The most important thing is that he doesn't have to come to trouble himself for a world that is running dry."

"At most, send a little guy."

The underworld monk complained: "A little guy at the level of a demi-god?"

"Um."

"Good guy, what a luxury."

Compared to the shock of the underworld monk, Zheng Yu thought it was normal. After all, a god with such strength as the snake god had more than a dozen subordinate gods in his world alone.

A realm-level powerhouse like the Curse Bearer must of course be stronger.

"But we still have to face the curse bearer in the end." The monk always felt that Zheng Yu's move was too dangerous. When he actually faced the curse bearer, he would still feel scared.

"It doesn't matter, you still have at least one year."

"If you're lucky, the time left for you will be longer."

The God of Dust comforted him.

"One year?"

"Isn't the time too short?"

The underworld monk felt that the God of Dust seemed to be standing and talking without pain in her back. Oh, no, she was already dead, so of course she wouldn't feel pain anywhere.

The God of Dust also tilted his head, also showing a somewhat confused expression, "But the memory left by the God of Dust told me clearly."

"One year is enough."

She looked at Zheng Yu, "Why is this?"

Zheng Yu shrugged, "I didn't know."

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