Chapter 11639 — The Puppet of the Gods Works, After All
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Put simply, for the Puppet of the Gods to take effect, one must cast continuously upon the target.
The stronger the target, the longer the casting must be sustained.
At the level of a quasi-god, the casting time required is so exacting that one need not think twice to know it must be absurdly long.
Wei Zhao roughly estimated it at two hours at the very least.
To hold a quasi-god in thrall for a full two hours—is that something an ordinary person could do?
One might as well send a true god to handle it directly.
The paradox is that if a true god really did appear, the puppet would become useless instead.
In this respect, the Puppet of the Gods could be called rather worthless.
Or rather, controlling a quasi-god is merely the theoretical ceiling of its design; its primary purpose was never the domination of quasi-gods.
Users as blunt and straightforward as Wei Zhao—who genuinely take it and use it against a quasi-god—are exceedingly rare.
But then again, even Wei Zhao could never possibly hold Yi Liuchao in thrall for two hours, unless he captured the man and dragged him into the new world.
That move, however, carried enormous risk; a single misstep might expose the new world, and unless absolutely forced to, Wei Zhao would not take such a step.
Thus the difficulty naturally grew even greater.
The good news was that Wei Zhao could use the Will of the World to disguise its power; otherwise, given Yi Liuchao's sensitivity to the aura of the gods, the instant he brought out the Puppet of the Gods, he would have been detected.
And so came the maneuver just now.
Seizing upon the other's constant rewinding, Wei Zhao quietly activated the Puppet of the Gods, and with the aid of the Will of the World, stealthily invaded his primordial spirit.
Throughout the entire process, Wei Zhao was incomparably careful, betraying not the slightest flaw.
It was a pity that, in the end, he still could not completely evade Yi Liuchao's perception.
There was no help for it—not that Wei Zhao's execution was lacking; the man was, after all, a quasi-god, not some being who would let you do as you pleased simply because you showed no flaw.
At the bottom of it, the other party was the one holding the initiative.
Wei Zhao examined the Puppet of the Gods and finally concluded that the progress of the assault stood at sixty percent.
Thanks to the peculiar nature of the Will of the World, the next time he encountered Yi Liuchao, he could continue loading from this save point.
Of course, Yi Liuchao was no fool either.
Should the man detect it midway, all their effort would have been for nothing.
Still, on the other hand, at the level of a quasi-god, seeing through the disguise of the Will of the World was no easy feat—unless a true god stepped in to lend a hand.
All the same, though he had failed to take Yi Liuchao down in one sweep today, he had frightened the man off with a bluff and, as a bonus, banked a save file sitting at sixty percent progress—by Wei Zhao's reckoning, that already counted as a resounding victory.
The moment Yi Liuchao departed, the old monsters who had been stirring so restlessly a moment before fell utterly silent.
After all, no one knew what had actually happened.
In their eyes, Wei Zhao's image abruptly took on an unfathomable depth.
They did not know why Yi Liuchao had suddenly retreated, but they could more or less see that Wei Zhao must have had a hand in it.
Until they had sounded out Wei Zhao's true depths, at least, they dared not make any rash move.
What if they kicked an iron plate?
After waiting a moment, Wei Zhao puckered his lips toward the Queen. "Shall we continue?"
The Queen blanked for an instant. "Continue what?"
Wei Zhao pointed at his own eyes. "Look into my eyes."
"......"
The Queen squeezed out a smile uglier than a sob. "Young Master Lin jests."