D'Shar Tribes Simba City, Vigo are leading everyone to guard the city gate.
During this period, he successfully instigated the rebellion of a D'Shar leader, thereby firmly controlling Simba City.
But before he could realize his grand ambitions, troubles ensued.
The D'Shar soldiers led by Knights of the Eventide chased and intercepted him, and now he could only huddle inside Simba City.
The 77 warlocks around him were all seriously injured. Fortunately, the woman appeared in time to lend a helping hand, otherwise there would definitely be casualties among his men.
Just now, Morgana had a quarrel with him and asked him to transfer through the portal immediately, but Vigo refused.
And his words made Morgana firmly stay and defend the city with him.
"Mother, thank you very much. Let bygones be bygones."
At this time, Vigo's previous elegance was gone. He was wearing a tattered robe. When he breathed violently, a sulfurous breath came out of his mouth like Lava.
In order to deal with the densely packed knights and Church of the Eternal Fire bishops under the city, he has summoned Abyss demons four times, but the difference in numbers between the two sides is too big.
He has exhausted his mana and can only wait for the final moment to come.
When the city gate was about to be shattered by the fifth blow of the battering ram, Vigo raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky, and suddenly remembered what Dick said to himself:
"The time is not yet ripe."
A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "I am indeed too shallow in politics. Dick is right, but there is no room for regret now.
Fortunately, I feel the strong maternal love again, and I can die without any regrets."
At this time, the chaotic footsteps of the Dusk Knights breaking into the city gate were heard from below.
He thought he would encounter a massacre next, but the sound below stopped abruptly.
Instead, he heard the conversation between two Twilight Knights, which was a conversation between the leaders of the Knights.
"Jocelyn, why do I feel like I'm having a dream?"
"Artest, I feel the same way. By the way, your eyes flashed red just now, and so did I. We are actually being controlled by the Archbishop."
This invisible fire did not subside in such a funny way.
When the moon rose to the sky, in the bishop's room, Dick sat on his knees with his eyes closed. At a certain moment, he felt like his soul was separated from his body. He looked down at the entire Free City.
He can see every detail of Free City:
Cleaver was leading a patrol. A vendor had just closed his stall and was about to go home. A ragged child sneaked into the wealthy businessman's money bag.
Then, this vision began to gradually move downwards, toward the depths of the Episcopal Church, and continued to sink.
Dick was surprised, but still maintained the state of soul separation.
After a while, the field of vision focused on a huge stone statue of white bones.
When the white bone stone statue's eyes flashed red, Dick felt dizzy in his head and his vision quickly retreated.
When he opened his eyes again, he was back to normal.
Is that King Lioke?
Isn't he the person in charge of Hell on the 7th floor?
It turns out that Medusa asked me to look for him, and I finally found him!
Dick excitedly held it with both hands and pressed it hard on the mahogany table. As a result... the whole table collapsed instantly.
"Ah!" Dick smiled bitterly. It seemed that he still had to control his strength. "Calm down, you must be calm."
At this moment, he suddenly noticed a prompt coming from the panel.
The depths of his pupils reflected the divine power lotus suspended in mid-air, with each petal flowing with patterns of laws of different colors.
When his sight touched the central lotus pod, the six lotus seeds suddenly trembled at the same time. A certain rhythm from the ancient times traveled along the retina and reached the soul, allowing him to vaguely see the stars and rivers rotating and the rise and fall of civilizations.
I don't know how long it took before Dick woke up from his trance.
Only then did he realize that 3000 Energy Points had been completely consumed, and at the same time, a new talent was added to the talent column:
[Demigod]:
1--[Same-Tier Slayer]: exempt from most pressure of [Demigod], the damage caused to [Demigod] is increased by 100%; the damage caused by [Demigod] to you is reduced by 50%;
2--[Indomitable]:[Deity]'s coercion damage to you is reduced by 50%;
3--[Combat and Magic Specialization]: The power of combat skills and Signs skills is increased to 2 times.
Is this the power of Demigod?
But why haven't I mastered the field yet?
Dick is indeed very satisfied with this innate skill. He can now confidently claim that he is the strongest transcendent in the entire Panda Continent besides Deity.
Even at this moment, Ms. Diana and Lady of the Lake, two people [Low-Tier Deity] who are not specialized in fighting, are no match for him.
But compared with Kraken Sea Monster, it doesn't seem to be as destructive as its group, but both sides have their own advantages and disadvantages.
Kraken is good at using the pressure of mental pollution and large-scale destruction, while Dick is more agile and focused on causing a lot of damage in a short time.
In addition, Kraken is also High-Tier Demigod, and Dick is now exempt from his mental pollution...
Huge and clumsy, small and agile.
If the two meet again, Dick is 90% sure of winning.
But senior Bloodsuckers Ralf once said that domain skills can be obtained at certain specific moments, which makes Dick wonder why he has not obtained the domain since he became Demigod.
At this time, the entry "Hypnosis" in Signs on the panel suddenly flashed crazily.
"Huh? Does my field have anything to do with it?"
The entry flashed again, as if nodding in agreement with his guess, and then stopped flashing.
"As expected, it seems that the next Energy Points must first upgrade "Hypnosis" to the Grandmaster level."
When he inadvertently looked out the window, the dim light of the morning sun had filled the room through the stained glass, and the bright moon that hung high last night had long disappeared.
Dick subconsciously touched his stubble-covered chin. He clearly remembered that the crescent moon was still in the sky before he closed his eyes, but the candlestick on the desk was stacked with wax oil half a finger thick, and the hourglass in the corner had already turned over seven times.
"What's going on?"
He opened the door and unexpectedly met a group of acquaintances. Dick was surprised and said, "Harden, Russell, Alice, Little Yennefer, Geralt... Why are you all here?"
Vesemir laughed:
"Dick, the news that you killed Archbishop Duncan a week ago has spread throughout the Panda Continent.
At the same time, everyone also knows that you have become the person in charge of Free City.
Although Cleaver Gang and other other gangs have been brought under your command, the evil-doing Witch Hunters and the bishops have also been tried, and the statue of Duncan in the square has also been demolished, we still think you may need help, and it would be great if you can help."
Dick is surprised, could it be that more than a week has passed since the moment when I looked at the lotus?
He walked up to Vesemir in disbelief, pinched his left index finger and thumb together, and gently twisted Geralt's forearm.
Geralt's mouth twitched in pain. "Dick, what are you doing?"
"Oh, judging from your reaction, it seems to be true. Then everyone, please come in and take a seat."
Dick just felt a little hungry in his belly when he spoke.
He sighed secretly, it turns out that Demigod is also hungry.
However, he secretly felt that although Demigod would be hungry, they would not be defeated by hunger. They were as if they had [Super Self-Healing] talents and could slowly absorb elemental energy from the air.
At this time, he can survive even in a vacuum environment or outer space, but his movements will be inconvenient.
In a sense, he has truly crossed the boundary between the extraordinary and Deity, and his life level has once again transformed.
After everyone had a meal, Dick told Xiya's story without reservation.
After a period of silence, Russell shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Dick, I am so powerful now, let's go exploring under the Bishop's Basilica together! Although I may not be of much help, I am also your senior brother after all."
Dick After a second thought, he readily agreed.
He vaguely felt that things were getting more and more urgent, and he probably wouldn't have much time to spend with these people, so this expedition was the right time to relax.
"Then I'll go too." Harden smiled cheerfully and tidied the tuft of hair hanging in front of his forehead.
"I won't go, Dick, I'm just strolling around." Vesemir said with a smile,
"Geralt and Little Yennefer also said they couldn't go because their good friend, Panda Continent's famous bard Sean, was also at Free City. When we came just now, we invited them to the pub for a drink."
"Okay, that's it."
"Wait, I'll go too." Alice said softly.
Dick hesitated for a moment, but agreed to her request.
He understood that Alice probably felt that it would be a little awkward for him to stay with Geralt and Little Yennefer. After all, the relationship between the three of them was somewhat special.