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Chapter 2060

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"Grimm."

Promerosius and Grimm sat facing each other. At this moment, although Promerosius no longer looked different on the surface, Grimm could tell that he had accepted the suspicion in his heart from the resistance and rejection of the checkered runes.

On the other side, Promerosius was the first to speak after sitting in silence with Grimm.

"Long before the Second Civilization War, I once came into contact with a wandering foreign race among the Ancient Wizards. At that time, I was just a little Truesoul who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. That foreign race is probably you now."

At this point, Promerosius snorted and laughed self-deprecatingly.

"He told me that some things don't exist if you don't believe in them, but if you doubt them, they already exist. And the will is the most stubborn thing in this world. Even if you force yourself to forget it, it will still take root in your subconscious. The more you care about it and try to forget it, the more stubborn it becomes in your consciousness. At that time, I didn't care about these words, but now I finally understand the meaning of these words. "

Grimm nodded. "You're talking about the Eternal Soul recorded in the [Book of the Holy Towers], right? Its ability is indeed quite interesting. It creates an atmosphere to make others doubt reality until they believe that it has some special ability. And it uses the doubts of others to truly obtain these abilities, achieving the power to create something out of nothing, turning ideals into reality, and even achieving eternal life. This lifeform, however, is not ordinary. "

"Yes, that's it," Promerosius said.

"I've always thought that its ability is the power of God that Wizards have been searching for, the power to turn dreams into reality. This kind of power simply doesn't exist."

After a pause, Promerosius continued in a pained tone. "But now, when I became a skeptic, I finally understood the power of this power. Because the more I understand, the more knowledge I have under the shackles of the Law of Truth will be broken, and I will begin to doubt the truth, doubt myself, and this will become the source of power for those creatures from the higher dimensions. The scary thing is that once this will is formed, it is impossible to forget. "

Grimm said indifferently, "Now do you know why those dimensional expeditionary armies failed? It is because of self-doubt that they started the Dimensional Expedition, so what they see is the power of self-doubt. For those creatures of higher dimensions, no matter what we do, the limit of what we can do is a deep connection in our consciousness. "

Grimm continued, "Then there are the tribes that were wiped out overnight. They preached the hyperdimensional theory and doubted the reality of their own existence. When the whole society fell into this superstitious circle, the nonsense of three people being the tiger became the truth, and the influence of the hyperdimensional consciousness on them became unprecedentedly strong."

"That's why!"

Promerosius said word by word, "All the unconscious words of our predecessors, and the clues I came across in the Endless World, could it be that those creatures of the higher dimensions are embellishing the atmosphere around us, so that we can pursue power to the pinnacle, and then become their source of power, so that they can slaughter us, the aliens who are about to destroy the Law of Truth?"

Grimm looked at Promerosius deeply and said, "In our short exchange, not only has your space-time exclusion increased, but even I have been affected. Your doubts are becoming more and more certain, and you are seeking your own death."

"Ah!"

Promerosius woke up with a start, gasping for breath.

Then he asked, seemingly unwilling to give up, "Then how did you force yourself to stay in this dimension? I can already feel your extraordinary nature of life."

"Hmm …"

With a drawn-out tone, Grimm seemed to be deep in thought, recalling all the fragmented memories he had at the end of the dimension.

"It was my soul partner, the Eight Rainbow Nevishy, who saved me. I'm afraid that only Antonio, the discoverer of the Eight Rainbow Nevishy, can answer the specific mystery. I can only wait until I return to the Sorcerers World to get the answer I want from Millie. But I think it is also because of saving me that my soul partner, the Eight Rainbow Nevishy, suffered from another kind of undetectable and indescribable power of the higher dimensions. This power is not fate, nor is it self-doubt or superstition, I think … No, I don't know either. "

After a pause, Grimm added, "It's just like how our words can't be spread around. Otherwise, it will be like a disease that will gradually contaminate everyone who hears it and take root in their subconscious. I'm afraid Millie's answer is the same. If you doubt it, it really exists, and the only way to not doubt it is to not come into contact with it! No matter how determined a person is, once they come into contact with it, these superstitious thoughts will be like maggots in their bones, and they will never be able to truly forget it. "

"Before I leave, I will take the Five Rings Celestial Sorcerer with me, do you have any suggestions?"

Phumerosius asked while maintaining a calm demeanor.

Grimm shook his head.

"There are many dimensional nodes like this, and it's not just limited to the Sorcerer World. Other races also have such objects of fate. The source of the node isn't the Five Rings, but the 'Book of the Holy Tower'. The Five Rings is just a pawn to be played. Yes, the Book of the Holy Tower is the source of the dimensional plague in the Sorcerers World, but without it, the future Sorcerers will not even have the right to come into contact with the truth and doubt themselves, and in the process of weakening themselves, they will gradually be replaced by other races. "

Promerosius said unwillingly, "Is, is there really no chance for us to resist?!"

"Resist?"

Grimm slowly stood up from the chair, stretched his arms, and looked around at the empty core space. He said calmly, "Our relationship with them is like the relationship between Void Creatures. It seems that we are hostile and cannot become a race, but from a broader perspective, it is a set of complicated rules. It's just that the rules between dimensions are even more magnificent, allowing the vast Endless Dimensions to possess even more colorful and complex rules. If you don't think of yourself as a chess piece for slaughter and evolution, but as the supreme ruler of the Endless Dimensions, everything seems to become reasonable, don't you think? "

"You mean, if we want to truly become creatures of a higher dimension, we must defeat the thing that set the rules of the Endless Dimensions and set new rules? This … this is an argument that will never be possible. "

Grimm patted Promerosius on the shoulder and said, "These philosophical discussions are already theology in the eyes of inferior creatures. It is enough for only the two of us. Let these words be buried in history along with us. All we can do is truly live, experience more wonderful pleasures, cherish everything around us, and calmly deal with everything. "

If the words of the Second Generation Sorcerer King had only made Phumerosius look better on the surface, then the conversation with the First Generation Sorcerer King had allowed him to accept everything from the depths of his soul.

Unfortunately, the two of them could no longer interact for a long time. The more they interacted, the more they communicated, the more unwavering their self-doubt would become, and the deeper they would be infected by the higher dimension's prying eyes.

Looking at the figure of the First Generation Sorcerer King calmly walking away, and then at his own loneliness and helplessness, Promerosius took a deep breath.

"This is the unparalleled genius of the Sorcerers World, the legend of the God of Sorcerers by ignorant people."

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, everything seemed to have returned to how it was before.

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