Now, seventy years of brewing and hard work have finally come to fruition.

It's not just a miserable defeat at the Dawn of Golden.

——But this "disguise" that has been perfect over time!

At this moment, even if Woodman stood up and announced to the world: "The Book of Destiny in Russell's hand is fake!", no one would believe it.

Everyone will think that it was Mimeer who caused heavy losses through his wisdom and strategy, and sounded the clarion call for the reorganization of the heavenly genealogy.

Be far-sighted and expect the enemy's opportunity to be the first!

It's really amazing!

Didn’t Huai Shi take out the Book of Destiny just now?

This wave was Russell who transferred important assets in advance and actually hid the Book of Destiny on his students. It was really amazing!

What? Russell is Rocky?

Don't joke, my friend, although this old man is a little cheap and a little damaged, occasionally he is a little too unkind, and he is much more turtle... But how could he be a bad guy?

Right!

In this way, through acting and tricks, an unshakable character and image was successfully created.

He has been preparing for this day since seventy years ago.

Relying on lies, tricks, reliance on a lot of resentment and anger, scheming preparations, and planning day and night.

Replacing the established protagonist, he finally became the 'hero' who turned the tide!

This moment is his time.

Even if it's just this place, even if the only one who knows is Woodman!

"You know, I like the stage."

Russell smiled: “When the spotlight comes, everything will become bright and beautiful, and everyone will be immersed in beautiful illusions.

As long as you wear a mask, no one cares what the person under the costume is—when the horn sounds, each of us will have our own role.”

He shook his head mockingly: "Who is the protagonist, who is the supporting role, who is the villain, who is the cannon fodder... It was destined long before the drama began.

Don’t think about stealing the show, my friend, just take the bento and leave the show with a bento."

He said, "You have to learn to adapt to the times."

"Without the Book of Destiny, you cannot inherit the corrections of the Ideal Kingdom. Do you want to rebuild the genealogy of the Heavenly Kingdom?"

Woodman looked at Russell coldly and sneered: "You are delusional!"

"If you have a dream, you have to do it. Let's talk about what happens after you wake up."

Russell leaned on the bench and showed a mysterious expression again: "Besides, how do you know - have I found the Book of Destiny in the past seventy years?"

Woodman's expression stagnated.

And Russell laughed again.

"Wow, why did you believe it again?" The old man grinned viciously: "No way? Everyone knows that I am Loki, do you still believe that I will tell you the truth?

Woodman, you are so gentle!”

"By the way, you can guess..." He paused and asked mysteriously: "Am I really Loki? Or is this Mimire's other disguise? Or is the real Mimire actually another look of the great god Zeus?"

"You won this game, Russell."

Woodman suppressed his anger and said coldly: "I hope you can keep winning. Remember, the game between us will be very long..."

Just lose once, it will be enough to make everything you have fallen into pieces in hell!

He said, "I'm looking forward to how long a dream maintained by lies can last."

"To be honest, I am a person who is afraid of trouble, has a changeable interest and never lasts for a long time, especially not suitable for a job like "pillar" that will die of overwork."

Russell shook his head, "On the contrary, I prefer to be flickering people when I get addicted. What I do best is to pass the blame, and throw my mess to others with peace of mind, and enjoy watching them complain.

So, you think too much... Woodman, even without me, the heavenly genealogy can be reorganized in the hands of others - from those who are better than me."

"Besides, have you forgotten?" he said, "There are things like gods in existence, and there are also heavenly genealogies."

"Come on, Russell."

Woodman shook his head disdainfully: "If I were you, I wouldn't have too many expectations for a decorative arrangement that would be better than nothing."

"No, no, no."

Russell smiled meaningfully, lifted two fingers as if celebrating victory: "I mean--now, there are two!"

"...You can talk nonsense, Russell." Woodman was unmoved, "but don't think I'll believe your lies."

"It depends on you, or not, or whether you believe it or not."

Russell spread his hands and smiled badly: "Besides, if I say that, you will plant a seed of doubt in your heart. Do you start to suspicion? Do you feel afraid of being a mouse? This is my purpose, Woodman!

I can say that what I just said was lies, but do you really believe it?

Do you really think I don’t have a Book of Destiny? Do you really think that what I told you is the whole truth? Or do you think that all I have prepared for you?”

"Think, Woodman, you have to think, keep thinking!"

Russell grinned and whispered maliciously: "But remember, once you think, I will laugh."

Woodman didn't speak.

But his face became increasingly ugly.

Russell, while smelled the smell of anger, felt refreshed.

Plant the seeds of doubt, sprinkle the rain of lies, grow the fruits of hesitation and anxiety, and finally harvest the end of destruction... Is there anything more pleasant than this?

"Don't forget, Russell, you are not the only one who is good at this."

Woodman said indifferently: "For a 'poison' like me, there is no boundary. If you can't kill me, I'm everywhere - I will find the best viewing angle to appreciate your every move.

For example...how about your favorite student?"

He paused for a moment and looked at the distance meaningfully, Dashiming on the snowy field.

"From today on, we will always be with him... Himself, his love, those around him, and even his students? No one's flawlessness, Russell, as long as we find an accurate breakthrough, anyone will feel the call of hell."

The Phantom from Hell raised his hand and pointed to his head: "I am looking forward to what kind of brilliance will be emitted when such a soul falls into the abyss!"

"No, you won't."

Russell shook his head and sighed.

It was as if I were watching a dead child who had been unrepentantly touching the electric door, worried and helplessly advised: "If I were you - I would be the farther away from him, the better."

"Soon, you will never want to appear before him again," he said, "because he will leave you with an unexplainable shadow of your heart.

He will make you suffer.”

Russell's solemn warning:

“—Unprecedented, painful.”

"I will wait and see."

Woodman responded jokingly, his eyes filled with evil colors from hell, and he laughed: "Our second game has begun, Russell."

"No."

Russell shook his head, leaned back on the chair, hugged his arms with both hands, and was ready to watch the show: "I think it's over."

At that moment, Woodman's smile froze on his face.

And in the snow and snow all over the sky.

In front of the gate of hell—

The young man facing Woodman smiled.

So sunny.

Gentle enough to dispel this eternal frost and wind and snow.

In his unfolding right hand, like magic, a strange crystal appeared - like a fragment from a certain mirror, crystal clear and reflecting a dazzling light.

But such a dazzling light made Woodman's expression twitch, unable to hide his shock and fear. His eyes instantly turned red and his expression was ferocious.

Swallowed by the chill that had long been forgotten behind the head.

Almost screaming in surprise.

He wanted to evacuate his projection, but the meme that had already quietly penetrated into Huai Shi's soul could not be removed!

There are too many entanglements.

Too many memories.

When he looked at Huai Shi, Huai Shi was also looking at him.

After he deeply rooted this poison that existed in the concept into Huai Shi's bone marrow, his existence was also tightly held by Huai Shi's forbidden hand, and he was not allowed to escape from here at this moment.
To be continued...