Stroger was still evaluating the danger of this space, and a sudden change occurred in front of him.

A "stick" stretched out from the smoke. There was a net at the head of the stick. The small net circled around the small insect, and then retracted it. The thin line formed by the thick fog was better than a knife, cutting the small insect into an energy turbulent flow and disappeared into the air. The net formed by the thick fog could actually kill energy creatures? Strogg was a little surprised. But from past experience, there is nothing impossible. Each virtual space has its own rules. In these spaces, there is only unexpectedness, nothing is impossible.

"Don't feed the insects easily!" A familiar voice appeared in the smoke. A cloud of smoke squeezed over from the thick fog and stood in front of Strog. This cloud of fog had eyes, hair, or a middle-aged man, holding a scepter in his hand. It was not Tirathomes or who? It just turned into a thick fog, with a sculpture. This Tirathomes had a unique majesty.

"His Highness Tirathimis!" Strogg was overjoyed.

"Don't feed insects easily! The insects have a common characteristic, that is, they are far more aggressive towards the same food than what they don't know! If you feed one, it can digest the food and does not die, other insects will attack them. At that time, you may not be able to run away even if you want to."

"Your Highness! Now is not the time to talk about this problem!..." Stroger shouted anxiously. Li Xinyan must be in this space. Stroger can track Li Xinyan's consciousness. When he first called Li Xinyan, he was immediately thrown into this space. Then Li Xinyan must be in this space. The sniffer on Li Xinyan's arm is still spreading, and there is also the consciousness of the crazy man who is scorching sun. Every night, I don't know what kind of changes will happen. Now is not the time to reminisce with Tiratmes!

"What's the hurry!?" Tiratmes shouted.

"Your Highness?!" Strogg was a little confused. In his impression, Tiratmes never got angry.

"You are all my creatures. Do you have no confidence in my design?" Tirathimis was a little annoyed.

As soon as these words were spoken, Strogg was stunned: "What your Highness means is... everything is under control?"

"This...is not exactly."

"Then!" Strogg rushed forward eagerly and grabbed Tirathomes' arm. "Your Highness! There is an emergency. If something goes wrong with His Son, it will be a big deal!" After grabbing, Tirathomes' body was not a physical body at all, and all he caught was smoke. Tirathomes did not care about his offense, so he turned around and recovered his arm, then patted him on his shoulder, and said, "Don't be impatient! I created you, did you only teach you to fight? The name of the Angel Group is not a fight group!"

Tirathimis's hand was also condensed from smoke, but strangely, the feeling of his slapping on Strog's shoulder was the same as the feeling of his real arm on his body.

"Of course, fighting is probably a fight, but if the purpose of the fight cannot be achieved, can the way of fighting be changed? As long as you win, can there be other methods?" said Tiratmes.

Strogg was a little confused.

Tyrathimis also seemed to see Strog's problem and smiled and said, "Hehe, the space here was created by me, no, the scorching sun and the sniffer shell that accommodates him were all created by me. As long as I control the flow rate of time in this space and in the sniffer space, then time stops at this moment, even if he wants to do something... he must know that time has slowed down first, right? After all, in the space he is in, time is an important dimension. This is a philosophical question..."

"I understand!" Stroger's eyes lit up.

Tirathomes nodded: "Hey, that's right. This is my guardian! Do you know why my guardians are stronger than the guardians of other nodes? That's because they have always been smart little guys!" Tirathomes showed a smug look on his face, but only showed for a second and said: "But! If things are to have a result, time cannot control them, because time can make some things have no result, but cannot produce results under static conditions... So, the result is that you need to help the Holy Son defeat the opponent!"

"Then... don't you still need to fight with the scorching sun?"

Tirathomes glared at her eyes and gave Strog a stick on her head. Tirathomes' stick hit her consciousness. Strog was hurt and bared her teeth. "Everyone said, fighting may not be a fight!" Tirathomes got angry again. It seemed that the clone created by Tirathomes did not put anything else, but all his temper was relieved.

"Then... Your Highness! How do I need to defeat him?" Stroger was so amused and crying. If he didn't let the fight, how could he defeat the crazy man, Scarlet Sun?

"The first step is to race! The second step is to let him penetrate your body in the vagus nerve part of the Son. The third step is to control him in your body!" Tiratmes said. Seeing that Strog was still a little confused, Tiratmes reached out to Strog's ear and muttered in a low voice. Finally, he patted Strog's shoulder and said, "If you do this, there should be no problem. There is a problem. When you do it, you must try to do it with the freedom of your will, and don't let His Highness guess your heart

Think, and you must keep a certain distance from His Royal Highness’s consciousness. The place where you are standing now is actually the boundary space between the handle and the sniffer I made, but the battlefield you will enter is completely inside the sniffer. Now the sniffer is inside His Royal Highness’s body, and His Royal Highness’s consciousness can think of, and the scorching sun inside the sniffer can also be felt. If he can feel it, he is likely to avoid the trap you set, and the possibility of your capture will be greatly reduced. Remember."

Strogg nodded. He was about to move forward, but he remembered a question and turned around and asked, "Then...if he entered my body, would I be controlled by him? In that case, wouldn't he still achieve his goal?"

Tirathimis smiled slightly and said, "This is not a problem. When he enters your body, you will know what's going on, because once he enters your body, it's your home court."

Stroger was half-wonderful. What does it mean to "After entering his body, you will know what's going on?"

But at this point, Tirathomes stopped talking, and Strog knew that the rest of the matter could only depend on himself. The high-ranking gods usually cannot speak too clearly. If they understand too much, the executor will lose their creativity. Tirathomes's whisper just now is an exception in the exception, and he can no longer say it in detail. Thinking of this, Strogomes nodded to Tirathomes with certainty, and then stepped into the thick fog without looking back.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!