In the tall, primitive ancient forest, countless leisurely birds rest on the trees, chirping and venting their energy.

Occasionally, a breeze blows, startling a flock of birds and flying around in panic.

In the middle of the forest.

There is a quaint and old wilderness courtyard.

The wooden house made of huge logs in the courtyard looks to be quite old, and its appearance exudes an obvious brassy look.

On the tea table in the courtyard in front of the wooden house, two people with extremely asymmetrical bodies were sitting.

"Although I don't know what means Master Poseidon used to repair my statue, but the rules are the rules. Before the curse of the Tiger Ancestral God is lifted, I will die the moment I speak." Lance, who is more than four meters tall, looks very alive.

Like engineering equipment.

He carefully picked up a teapot about the size of a bucket, took out a cup of strong tea, and gently placed it in front of Somo.

The original divine power was damaged twice in a row, and the statue was blown up by external force.

Lance originally thought that this time of recuperation would take at least a few years.

But what surprised him was that in just one night, the other party used a method that was elusive to him to completely repair the statue.

"Don't worry, I won't ask you these things today. I just came in to chat with you." Sumo sighed: "I really envy you that you still have memories, but I have forgotten too many things."

Lance: "."

The other party's words may sound okay at first, but if you think about it carefully, you can feel the strong meaning of Versailles.

Memory, is it just a ball compared to strength?

If he, Lance, has such strength, why would the cursed tiger ancestor dare to enslave him? He must kneel down obediently.

Thinking like this, Lance suddenly felt a pain coming from the top of his head.

This is a rule blessed by the Curse Tiger Ancestor God on his divine body, and he will always monitor whether he has any thoughts of rebellion.

After a few pains, he could only stop his thoughts and whispered in apology:

"Lord Poseidon, you are strong enough to stand at the top of the small world, and your memory will be restored."

"You are talking about the small world and the big world. What on earth are these? Is there any distinction between each world?"

"This." Lance thought for a while, and after confirming that this was not the scope restricted by the Curse Tiger Ancestral God, he said with confidence: "The size of the world determines the upper limit of the strength of our gods. Gods in a tiny world like ours

, the highest limit can only reach the level of a god, and can never touch the level of a true god. As for those gods born in the super world, it is said that they started as true gods as soon as they were born, possessing unimaginable divine power.

After becoming a god, the divine realm we open up is also based on the world where we have become a god. It is still the same principle. The higher the level of the world, the higher the level of the divine realm we open up, and the stronger the abilities that are born."

"Birth directly determines the level of future achievements?" Sumo understood instantly.

"Could it be said that the distinction between big and small worlds is based on the number of creatures in them?" he asked.

"Yes, but not entirely." Lance nodded: "The size of a world mainly depends on the power of faith that the world can provide. No matter how high the level of the world is, it does not have enough power of faith to let the gods inside

Gain divine power and advance to higher levels."

"Is that why these gods invade other worlds for more power of faith?"

"If the gods at a low level, like ours, where the world has collapsed and only the realm of gods is left, they may do this." Lance explained: "But when it comes to high-level gods, what they pay more attention to is not the amount of power they have.

, but the source of power. Let's put it this way, if you are a sea god in a small world, even if you have hundreds of millions of believers, it will be difficult to win against the local sea god in the big world.

Similarly, even if there are billions of believers in the big world, they will be severely suppressed in the super world, and it will be extremely difficult to communicate with the original power, and their strength will not be the same."

"Wait a minute, Curse Tiger Ancestral God and the others invaded my current world, is it because the level of this world is higher than that of the big world?" Sumo suddenly asked.

But this time, Lance shuddered and suddenly stopped talking.

The hidden cursed tiger mark between his eyebrows also floated out, emitting a thick black and translucent black light.

At the same time, Sumo's vision went dark, until he could see clearly ahead again.

Suddenly, he found that he had left Lance's divine world and returned to a hill in the plain.

"Hey, sir, are you awake?" Bao Lei was sitting next to him, observing the movements of the evolutionaries in the distance. When he saw Somo waking up, he smiled and said, "You are very tired these days, why don't you take a nap?"

"It's okay, I've rested."

Shaking his neck, Somo stood up, still analyzing the series of conversations he had just had with Lance in his mind.

If the wasteland under his feet is the big world he talks about, then there is no need for the five royal ancestors to spend so much effort to invade.

But if this is a super world, what about the wasteland outside, and the wasteland of the previous generation in the White Sand Ruins?

Trinity, this is a wasteland, but how can it be possible that they are all super worlds?

Unable to figure out this doubt, Sumo thought about it back and forth, and suddenly a very bold idea came to his mind.

According to Lance, the divine realm of gods is based on the world.

Depending on the level of the world, the levels of divine realms opened up will also be different.

Thinking about it this way, what if the ruins we are entering now are the divine realms created by the gods of previous generations in the wasteland?

Su Mo murmured in his mouth, as if the scene of his secret conversation with Poseidon Jiang Chu appeared again before his eyes.

At the beginning of the struggle, the alien race that controlled the authority voluntarily handed over everything and gained the qualification to go to other worlds to reproduce.

However, humans won the game through gambling and put all the authority of the wasteland into the same safe.

After disaster after disaster, as long as you perform well, you can get permission rewards and become a god.

After years and months, humans hiding everywhere have obtained 12.1% of the authority, while games have obtained 14.9%, which is still a long way from 51%.

"In order to gain more authority in order to deceive others, the game wouldn't really choose to move the main battlefield here to secretly infiltrate Chen Cang, right?"

"This idea is simply too crazy, but if the place I am stepping into now is really the domain left by a god, then it all makes sense."

"If I didn't really enter another world."

"Rather, this place is originally the divine domain of a god, a divine domain rooted in the wasteland. To be more precise, this is the refuge of the god in the wasteland. It is the sanctuary that has developed to the end and the space has been expanded to the extreme.

The ultimate form!?”

Suddenly realizing what the three ruins had in common, Sumo felt an uncontrollable shiver down his back from the rejoicing.

The outside world wants to cause disasters to stimulate creatures to seize authority. Not only is the risk high, but it is also easy to be intercepted by humans.

Therefore, the game directly chooses to narrow the scope to each divine domain, using a more extreme, but also safer way to stimulate.

As for why this is the wasteland eight years in the future, the humans here have also gone through a complete eight years.

After thinking about it, Sumo could only attribute the reason to the mysterious authority.

If the game is true as Poseidon Jiang Chu said, it has already mastered a certain amount of time authority and has the ability to change the world within its scope.

He can't completely modify the wasteland world, but if he wants to modify a small divine domain, it shouldn't be a problem.

"I'm stuck with bugs, and the game is also stuck with bugs. In total, no one wants to complete it according to the rules, right?"

"I entered here with his help. Even if I complete the so-called tasks later and receive permission rewards for my outstanding performance, the final ownership will belong to the game."

"No, the top priority is that I have to quickly figure out what permissions I want to obtain for this game, and whether this is a divine domain."

"Once I am sure that it is the realm of God, no matter what, I will try to see if I can turn my passive into an active one!"

With a thought, Somo looked at the Lance statue in his hand and put it back in his arms.

Before finding the next statue of the god and matching what Lance said, he decided not to continue asking rashly.

If the other party comes up with nine truths and one falsehood, and makes some falsehoods in key places, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Bao Lei, pay close attention to the nearby divine enchantment in the past few days. Once it appears, we will rush there immediately."

"Okay, sir, don't worry, I'm always checking on the radio~"

The water is solid on the plain.

A large group of mutant evolvers were sitting on four armed vehicles, heading straight towards the camp.

And the strong man sitting in the second car was none other than Violet Huro, the divine servant who set off from the base before dawn.

Ever since I learned that someone has a method that can damage the foundation of other people's divine power.

He prepared his team almost non-stop in order to block the news as soon as possible and successfully obtain this method.

At this time, the Neng chariot was galloping on the plain, and soon passed through the battle site left last night, and came to the place where the statue of divine power was taken away and destroyed.

Putting on a pair of leather gloves, Hu Luo carefully took out the statue of divine power from the trunk.

He placed it gently on the ground and got the message after a moment.

"It's actually the remaining aura of the eighth-level evolver?" Hu Luo nodded slightly towards the place where the water spear erupted last night.

"Sir, the eighth-level evolver is not easy to mess with. Are we going to do it?" Besszedo, who had already fallen to the fourth level, followed him, panting rather unwillingly.

If I had known that this man was an eighth-level evolver, he would have been so excited that he would have just run away as soon as they met.

But who would have thought that this man would shamelessly pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, luring him to the bait at the critical moment.

If he hadn't noticed the gap at the last moment and used the life-saving trick he had studied with great concentration, he would have been among the corpses around him that were already slightly smelly before they were collected.

"No need, just punch the old master to death. The eighth-level evolver is strong, but he doesn't have the strength to crush us head-on."
To be continued...