HCB Chapter 282: Clone? Not as good as a puppet
Chapter 282: Clone? Not as good as a puppet
“Humph, even if I split into two, each of me will have strength far exceeding that of the Five-Armored Dragon King.
what about you?
You can defeat me only because of this sacred tree. Without this place, you will never be my opponent."
When Fist heard that Miss was about to attack Dabura outside the World Tree, his face was full of disdain.
“What’s more, those places filled with white mist must have been extraordinary after hundreds of thousands of years of sedimentation.
The other me is in charge of the white fog area and must have absolute dominance.
If you leave the sacred tree, you will die."
Mis thought about it carefully and felt that what the old man said made sense.
The barrier he constructed using the power of the World Tree's origin shattered in the white mist. This must be the reason.
Although Dabura is not as invincible as himself in the World Tree, the feeling of the two should be similar.
Even if he is not truly invincible, the Liujia Dragon God is not that easy to deal with.
Unless, Dabura can be dragged into the World Tree.
"Thanks for the reminder, Mr. Fister."
Fester saw Miss's confident smile and felt a little scared.
He didn't know what ideas this young man who possessed the power of the world had come up with.
Anyway, it is definitely not a good thing for him and Dabura.
"But there is one thing I'm curious about, Mr. Fister. You have been divided into two, each being the master for hundreds of thousands of years. Are you willing to unite as one now?"
Facing Miss's question that was obviously intended to sow discord, Fister raised his head arrogantly.
"I have to admit that you guessed a lot of things right, but there is only one thing you guessed wrong."
Mith was puzzled, "Really? Which one?"
Fister looked at the golden beads in the cave behind Miss, and his tone revealed arrogance.
"My purpose is not to let you send your seeds away and feed another me."
The old man's words seemed to be changing the subject and answering a question that was not asked, but in fact, it was not the case.
"My real plan is to devour these seeds myself after you break the seal."
The old man's words made Miss confused, and he could not even tell the truth from the false.
He muttered quietly, "No way?"
"Why not?"
Fister's firm tone forced Miss to believe him.
"No, Mr. Fister, have you ever thought about this problem? You are controlled by the World Tree, and he is controlled by the Sky Curtain.
If we really compare them, the control of the World Tree is definitely stronger than that of the sky curtain.
How can you guarantee that after swallowing the seed, you will be able to truly master the power of the world and break through the limitations of the World Tree?"
Fister didn't think about Miss's question for too long.
“Of course I have thought about it, and I also know that if he absorbs the seeds, the chances of breaking through the sky will be greater.
But what about me? What should I do if he doesn’t come to save me?
To spend endless hours in endless loneliness?"
After hundreds of thousands of years of being alone, Fist's subjective consciousness has been infinitely magnified, and it is impossible for him to be willing to help Dabura.
He also understood that if one does not work for others, he will be punished by heaven and earth.
“I’ve been trapped in the sacred tree for so many years, and this is what I deserve.
He just needs to wait for me to break through the restrictions of the sacred tree and then return to my body obediently.
I am the real person, I am Dabra Fister."
There is no equality between the two people, and a dictator is bound to be born.
And Miss believed that Dabra must want to become the dictator just like Fist.
This is a good thing.
"Miss, have you come up with a solution?" Sylph finally came out of her collapsed worldview.
Miss spread his hands and said, "It's not really a solution. I can only say that I'll give it a try."
Outside the World Tree, in the vast white fog, a pair of closed eyes suddenly opened.
The sharp eyes seem to be able to see through everything.
"Why did the resistance created by the sacred tree suddenly disappear..."
Dabura, who had been silent for several years, stretched his neck and looked at the World Tree not far away through the white mist.
The golden magic power that originally blocked the invasion of white fog suddenly disappeared.
Without any obstacles, the violent white fog slowly entered this area that had not been touched for hundreds of thousands of years.
As the cold air approached, the green vegetation was instantly frozen and shattered at the touch of a finger.
Dabura was puzzled. "The sacred tree gave up resistance. Could it be that another me successfully devoured the remaining seeds and mastered the power of the world?"
This idea was magnified infinitely in his mind, and he seemed unable to be happy about something that he should have been happy about.
“It doesn’t matter even if he swallows the seed. After all, I am the real body, and he will return to my body in the end.
Damn elves, I win!
You have been hiding the seeds for so many years, but I finally got them, right?"
In the end, excitement outweighed doubts, and Dabura became more and more excited.
The laughter and the blurry figure flashed by and disappeared where they were.
The next second, a strong middle-aged man came to the World Tree and stared at the portal intently.
"As long as we become one again, this damn sky can no longer stop me."
Time passed by minute by minute, and Dabura kept waiting at the door, muttering to himself.
"Come out, come out quickly, our victory is just around the corner..."
Behind the portal, Miss and Sylph, as well as Fister who was controlled by the power of the world, were all watching.
Miss took out all the seeds from the cave and gave them to Sylph for safekeeping.
"Will he really come in?" Sylph was a little worried.
Miss shook his head. "It's hard to say. If most of their intelligence was given to Fister when they were split in two, then this Dabura might really come in."
Fister snorted coldly, "You underestimate me. We are just splitting our strength into two, not our brains."
"It doesn't matter. I didn't expect him to be fooled." There was a hint of indifference in Miss's tone.
As he spoke, he took out a puppet and a prop from the package.
【Dragon King’s Happy House】.
After being transformed by magic and integrated with the [Dragon King's Happy House], the puppet turned into the appearance of Fister.
Furthermore, the aura emanating from the puppet was exactly the same as that of Fist himself.
Feist himself felt somewhat fresh when he saw this magical scene.
After all, hundreds of thousands of years ago, the profession of puppeteer did not exist, and they could only rely on clones.
"What are you going to do?" the old man asked.
Miss chuckled and said, "You'll know after you watch."
Something even stranger happened to Fister.
The words just now were actually spoken by the puppet and Miss together.
"Whatever you say, Mith, is that what this guy is going to say?"
Miss smiled and said, "Yes, the main body and the puppet are completely synchronized, and I can also see what he sees."
"What if this guy gets hurt, or is controlled..." Fister was a little agitated and looked a little painful.
Miss could see that the old guy had never seen a puppet before, and he also knew why he was in pain.
So adhering to the fine tradition of respecting the elderly and loving the young, he explained more patiently.
And tried to deepen Fister's pain.