The rooftop was silent for a few seconds. An Weng began to shake his head. "Ouyang. Ouyang. Your current appearance is far from being as convincing as the results of your experiments."
Ouyang Chen maintained his gaze. "An Weng. Other than the teachings of your religion, no one can feel your sincerity."
An Weng's shriveled mouth opened wide. His surprisingly neat and pure white teeth cracked open into a crack. A low and hoarse laugh came from within. "This is nothing. The affairs of the world are not driven by our exchanges. The decisive element is not truth or lies. It lies in the established facts. Ouyang, from the moment you established the Logic World, Xia City will not operate because of our attitudes... Do you want to make a bet? "
Ouyang Chen seriously considered it for a while. In the end, he sighed silently. "I've only cut off the channel to gather chaos elements … I thought that the people at the first level of your Order's First Oblatums had already abandoned methods such as' sacrificial sacrifice '."
An Weng was still fine when these words were spoken, but the other two First Oblatums on the rooftops of the other two skyscrapers looked as if they had been hit in the head with a stick.
Zheng Xiao was speechless. He already had a premonition, but he was just suppressing it. Now that he was clear-headed, the impact was much smaller.
An Chengli was the one who had truly been hit awake. He cried out involuntarily, "What Sacrificial Sacrifice..."
An Chengli's telepathic thoughts had already cut into the Evolution Field before his voice faded away. He had never been an idiot. It was just that the consecutive setbacks in a short period of time had caused his mind to not be clear. He received Ouyang Chen's' reminder 'and looked at the changes in the projection of the Scales of Truth. The crucial point that he had overlooked before finally appeared clearly.
"We are in a spatial fault. The two worlds are separated. There are no more panicking citizens. Where does the element of chaos come from? How could he have forgotten such a simple logic? "
An Chengli's gaze swept over his bewildered subordinates. He then looked at the diagram of light outside his body. Cold sweat poured down An Chengli's body. He wanted to reach out, but he discovered that he was still under An Weng's punitive restraint. He could not even move a finger.
But at the same time, the power contained within his body was tightly combined with the diagram of light outside his body. Layer by layer, it was extracted and flowed into the Evolution Field.
Since he was casting a spell, consumption was a must. In addition, An Chengli had suffered a backlash earlier, so he felt rather weak. He wasn't too sensitive to the loss of strength in his body.
It was also because of this that he did not realize that the amount of power he had extracted recently had already far exceeded what was required for normal spellcasting. Over half of the magic power he had accumulated over the years had unknowingly been extracted. Without a doubt, all of this power had become the 'weights' on the Scales of Truth to correct that damned 'unbalanced state'.
More than half of the power had been lost, but the speed of extraction was still increasing!
An Chengli couldn't help but curse, "Old man, you're crazy!"
As the curses rang out, light and shadow fluctuated between the three buildings. The Evolution Field went from formless to tangible. It appeared in the void, revealing everything.
The rest of the symbols and images were nothing. Everyone's attention was focused on the giant scale in the center. The black and white plates, one above and one below, revealed the crucial "imbalance" in front of everyone's eyes.
It could be seen that even though the current situation was still 'white below black above', the trend was that the white plate was slowly rising while the black plate was slowly sinking. The difference in weight between the two sides was gradually leveling out.
Of course, the price was the loss of power from An Chengli, Zheng Xiao, and even An Weng.
"Why did you choose me? Why did you choose me!?"
An Chengli was unwilling to accept this. The 'sacrifice' of the spellcaster would certainly be shared by all three of them. But the current trend was that he would be the first to fall. Why?
It must be known that he was An Weng's grandnephew. He was younger and had a brighter future ahead of him. He couldn't compare to An Weng, but he should at least be a bit stronger than Zheng Xiao, right? Was it because he wasn't a good judge? Was it because he wasn't able to get rid of Luo Nan?
As An Chengli was struggling with all his might, Zheng Xiao's telepathic thoughts cut through the Evolution Field. "An Weng, just what kind of substrate did you choose?"
An Chengli suddenly shuddered, as if he had just woken up from a dream.
Yes, who was the substrate? The 'substrate' that had never appeared on the white plate was the one that determined the upper limit of the element of chaos. If the problem with that substrate was lower than the combined power of the three First Oblatums, then An Chengli could definitely save it...
Just as this thought arose, the image within the Evolution Field switched. What appeared should be a certain place within the building.
That place had just been flattened by the shockwaves of the collision. Fairchild wore a white robe that was still spotless. On the other hand, Baze, who was stronger than Fairchild, was like a runaway rhinoceros. His body was flung into the air as he charged at high speed. He smashed through the glass curtain wall and fell toward the bottom of the building.
Baze would not die from the fall from this height, but it was destined that it would be very difficult for Baze to tangle with Fairchild for the time being. As for the other Oblatum Knights, without Baze as a shield, charging forward was meaningless.
Fairchild raised his head and looked up. The Evolution Field just happened to give him a close-up.
This Oblatum Knight clearly sensed the attention of the Evolution Field. His gray eyes turned to the side and pointed at the dusky void outside the building.
His figure suddenly rose in the next moment. He leaped out of the window, stepped on the building, and flew straight up. It would not take him much time to reach the top of the building.
"Truth above!"
Whether it was the furious and panic-stricken An Chengli or the relatively calm Zheng Xiao, the two First Oblatums nearly suffocated after confirming An Weng's intentions. An uncontrollable despair engulfed their souls.
It was Fairchild, the powerhouse who was just below Extraordinary. He was the target that An Weng had found!
Of the three First Oblatums, the strongest was An Weng. However, he was already old. No matter how powerful his mental cultivation was, his fleshly body could collapse at any time. The remaining two added together might not even be able to compare to An Weng.
Purely in terms of blood energy, could two An Weng compare to the Ears of Truth?
Clearly... they could not.
Since that was the case, if they could not gather enough chaos element, the unbalanced state of the Scales of Truth would truly suck them dry. When that time came, the first one to die would be An Chengli!
"No, no!"
An Chengli's mind was restless. His strength was drained even faster. He tried to call out to his subordinates. Seeing his current crazed appearance, there really were a few trusted aides who wanted to rush over to help.
But halfway there, An Weng sighed. He extended his hand from his voluminous sleeves and used his thumb and forefinger to form a triangle. His other six fingers crisscrossed to form a seal that corresponded to the Evolution Field.
"It doesn't matter if you're stupid. What makes you feel helpless is to expose yourself without the slightest scruple."
An Chengli's mouth gaped wide open. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Just as his eyes were about to tear out, the Evolution Field's hidden defensive mechanism silently activated. Rays of light crisscrossed over the bodies of several of An Chengli's trusted aides.
Dark flames rumbled and ignited. From the outside to the inside, from the inside to the outside, they burned through these people. Yet they could not die quickly. Their hands and feet danced amidst their wretched screams. They fused their terror and despair into the flames. The flames reflected in their companions' eyes and penetrated deep into their hearts.
The Evolution Field clearly displayed this scene. The flames soared, but it was as cold as ice. The priests and knights of the Order were frozen on the spot.
An Weng did not say it clearly, but the meaning behind his words was very clear.
The three First Oblatums added together were no match for Fairchild. But if they used an even more intense method and used even more people to burn their offerings, wouldn't that be enough?
On the projection of the Scales of Truth, the plate was still moving at a leisurely pace. The element of chaos continued to accumulate, but should he hope that it would slow down a bit? Or should it speed up a bit?
At this moment, An Chengli was truly at a loss as to what to do.
He followed the instincts of a First Oblatum and prayed to the Order's sacred object. But An Weng was above him like a black cloud covering his head. All he received was an emptiness of despair.
Who will save me? As long as I can live, anyone is fine...
An Chengli's body stiffened. His consciousness gradually froze. Only a tiny bit of will to live remained amidst the fear and despair. It was like a flickering flame that continued to struggle.
The icy darkness slowly descended. The flame slowly sank, growing weaker and weaker. But when the flame squeezed into the depths of his soul and released its final rays of light and heat in despair, it reflected a strange figure that seemed familiar.
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