Marcarita's eyes stopped on her face for a while, and finally she shook her head slightly.
She changed Scepter to the other hand, lowered her voice and continued, "It's almost the same as last time. His probability of success this time has increased by at most one percent."
"As long as it's more than last time, at least there's still hope." Linoshi turned his attention to the distant battlefield again, his tone light.
"Maybe, letting him continue to live as an ordinary person is actually a good choice." Marcarita was silent for a moment, and finally said the words she had been thinking about for a long time, "Why do you have to let him practice to become Angel? You can persuade him more, even if he becomes God of Destruction, he can have eternal life."
"What Reiz wants to be most is Angel." Linoshi shook his head gently, with an unshakable determination in his voice, "I can't change his original intention. He has failed so many times, and there will always be a time when he succeeds."
"You have failed nine times." Marcarita raised his hand to cover his face, with a hint of helpless pity in his eyes between his fingers, "You have also gone from the strongest Angel to the weakest. It is difficult to even have the ability to communicate across the universe."
"Sister, don't laugh at me." Linoshi pouted, turned his face and glanced at Marcarita, then looked away again, turning his toes slightly on the ground.
"Just think about it." Marcarita put down the hand covering his face and let out a long sigh, "Even if he saved you back then... but you saved him nine times, you would have repaid his kindness long ago."
"He saved me once and sacrificed his life." Linoshi spoke slowly, his voice was not loud, but every word was spoken clearly. "Although I saved him nine times, I only paid some Angel Power and did not sacrifice my own life."
Marcarita opened his mouth and closed it again.
She looked at Linoshi's still calm face, and finally slowly shook her head.
"Oh my, my sister's ideas are really unique."
"I believe that Reiz will definitely succeed this time!" Linoshi tightened Scepter in his hand, held the stick in front of his chest, and squeezed the stick with his fingers.
She bit her lower lip and looked back at the battlefield in the distance, with a hint of hope hanging on the corner of her mouth.
Marcarita shook his head slightly and did not continue to persuade.
Other Angel had already advised Linoshi about this matter, and even Lord Grand Priest had personally advised her.
But since it was something Linoshi had already decided, Grand Priest and the others knew that any further persuasion would be in vain.
In the end, I simply let her follow her own ideas and do what she wanted to do.
However, if Linoshi rescues Reiz this time, with her current strength, she will definitely disappear completely.
However, Grand Priest said that he could find a way to let Linoshi survive in human form.
As long as my sister can continue to live, let her continue to do what she wants to do.
But if it fails this time, Linoshi will no longer be able to become Angel, and can only become an ordinary person.
Then there will be no way to save Reiz.
The content of the chat between Linoshi and Marcarita is naturally unclear to Reiz.
At this moment, he was still standing in front of the crowd, arms folded in front of his chest, watching the ongoing contest in the distance with interest.
Son Goku has been defeated three times by Jiren.
Each time, he lay on the ground for a short while, then stood up on the ground, shook off the grass blades and water drops on his head, and regained his posture.
When he fell to the ground for the third time, his back hit the rock by the lake, cracking the half-man-high stone. The gravel rolled down the slope into the water, causing several small ripples.
He climbed up from the pile of rubble, patted the dust off his body, and looked up at Jiren opposite, who was still standing there with little change in his breathing rhythm. The corners of his mouth slowly opened, revealing a row of white teeth.
"Awesome! Even more powerful than Shadow Dragons!"
There was no frustration in his voice, only the pure excitement that one would feel when facing a powerful enemy.
"You are no match for me, give in as soon as possible." Jiren stood there with his arms hanging down, his eyes fell on Son Goku, his tone was calm.
Belmod grinned happily, folded his arms in front of his chest, and tapped his toes gently on the ground.
We Universe 11 finally got a win.
He turned his head, glanced in the direction of Reiz, and the corners of his mouth curved upward by half a minute.
Vegeta and Broly stood in front of the crowd watching the battle, their expressions frozen.
Vegeta folded his arms in front of his chest, and his fingers unconsciously clenched the fabric of his forearms.
Broly's mouth was slightly open, his eyes swept back and forth between Jiren and Son Goku twice, and finally stopped on Son Goku.
Raditz also opened his mouth and closed it again.
He lowered his head and looked at his hands, then raised his head to look at the small figure in the field, his throat rolled, but he didn't say anything.
That guy Kakarot is a reborn existence. Even Broly is not his opponent, but in the end he can't beat Jiren?
"I haven't lost yet!" Son Goku took a deep breath, his chest expanded and then sank, he took half a step back with his right foot, and regained his balance.
"Boom!"
The dark red flames suddenly shot up from his body, becoming more intense than ever before.
The layer of fine fluff extends from the arms to the shoulders, covering from the chest to the back, and every hair glows with a metallic luster under the reflection of the aura.
"Crack!"
His hair began to change color from the roots, turning from black to pure crimson inch by inch, as if a fire was ignited from the top of his head and spread upward along the hair.
The whole person's aura completely jumped up at that moment, new cracks appeared in the rocks under his feet, and the air waves spread in a circular shape, flattening the water ripples on the lake for a moment.
Super Saiyan 4 Full Power form.
This time, he used all his strength.
Jiren's eyes stopped for a moment on the form of Son Goku.
He could feel that the energy had indeed increased a lot compared to before, but the amplitude was still within his control.
"The energy has improved again, but it's still far from enough." Jiren's tone was calm, neither aggravating nor contemptuous, just stating a fact in his eyes.
Son Goku did not attack immediately.
He stood there, clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides, his eyes locked on Jiren, and he was silent for a few breaths.
His breathing gradually calmed down during those few exhalations, and the fluctuations in his chest slowly subsided from the intensity.
"What's wrong? Didn't you say you haven't lost yet? Then continue." Jiren looked indifferent, took half a step forward, raised his hands from his side, and opened and closed his fingers.