The storm was like a whirlpool. At the moment of sudden appearance, it chewed off a piece of the earth like an invisible mouth and jaw of an invisible beast.

Whether it was stones, soil, or bricks and tiles used to build roads, they were licked off like licks, and accompanied by the explosion, they turned into flying sand and rocks, filling the whole audience.

“Um…”

As the sand and rocks flew, Silvia suddenly retreated under a small whimpering sound, and nimbled on the ground several times, leaving a distance.

In front of Silvia, Regrus was intact in the flying sand and rocks.

The stone hit him like a bullet.

The soil bombarded like a cannonball.

Even bricks and strong winds affected Regrus, making Regrus stand in the center of bullets, enduring the aftermath of his own attack.

However, whether it is stones, soil or bricks, it is like hitting an extremely strong metal. With a sound of "bang bang bang", it is not even effective, let alone damage, and even the force has no effect.

Even Regrus's clothes were not stained with dust, and the strong wind was divided into two sides with his body as the center, so that the corners of Regrus's clothes did not float.

Silvia was really surprised to notice this scene keenly.

"What kind of power is this?"

The attacks issued cannot be defended.

Nothing can offset the aftermath.

What exactly is the true body of the power used by Regrus?

"Is it a barrier? Did the other party build some kind of defensive barrier?"

Joan of Arc seemed surprised, too.

However, soon, Joan of Arc reacted.

"Will that be something called "power"?"

"power".

In the world of Moon, that refers to a certain right held by God.

The God of War is in charge of the right to launch wars, plunder and fight against force.

The God of Death controls the right to death in life.

These rights bring not only nominal duties, but also the power to exercise them truly.

The power used in this way to perform one's own rights and responsibilities is power.

Like the demon god Barol Binsi, he possesses the power of death, and his power is manifested in the devil's eyes of the rainbow that are dying.

Fang Li has also entered this field, entered the realm of God, and has the same power as Barol, but he cannot fully grasp it.

In this world, power is the term used by the Witch's Sect to describe one's own abilities.

A magical power derived from the Witch Factor.

That is power.

Since Regrus is the great sin sect of "strong desire", it proves that he has the witch factor of "strong desire".

The unknown power it uses must be the so-called power.

Then, the question is here.

"What is the power of a strong desire?"

Silvia and Joan of Arc were in tune with each other and such thoughts flashed through the first time.

However, the opponent has no idea to explain this.

"Okay, don't be shy."

The smile on Regrus's face recovered again and said to Silvia.

"Come here quickly. I must introduce the rest of my wife to you. Our wedding should also be held. You have to get along well at that time. Take the time to get to know each other and understand each other. That's very important, right?"

This person didn't take the attack just now seriously, as if he didn't realize how inappropriate and wrong it was to issue a fatal attack on the person he liked. He also forcibly defined Silvia's answer as "shy", and was extremely shameless.

He clearly advocates the propositions of "selflessness", "equality", and "no desires and no desires", but all behaviors are based on the reality of forcing others, just to get what he wants. For this reason, once his mood becomes bad, he will unscrupulously vent his violent power.

Silvia really feels that she has never hated someone so much in her life.

The boy in front of him is really hopeless.

Even Silvia, who has always been generous and tolerant, dislikes the other party to this point, which shows how annoying Regrus is.

At this moment, Silvia said this.

"Since you have so many wives, can't you be satisfied?"

This is just a casual sentence.

Just to buy time.

Fight for the time to arrive in Fangli.

However, what Silvia didn't expect was that the questions she asked casually for time were exchanged for facts that were enough to make her angry.

"What? Are you jealous? I feel dissatisfied because I have many wives? That won't work?"

Regrus raised his eyebrows and said such words righteously.

"Enjoying the nourishment brought by love is the happiness that human beings deserve. I am indeed very easy to satisfy. As long as my beloved woman can be with me, I will have no regrets. My pursuit is at best. Since that's the case, what's wrong with me leaving all the people I love with? Because a large number is greed? Because getting the love of a plural wife is a desire? If you really think so, it would be too superficial."

"Humans have always been obsessed with the surface and cannot see through the essence at all, but if you think about it carefully, you will understand that a person's heart is very small, and the weight of love is fixed, and you can't hold more. In other words, if the love I can give is ten, if I give one person, ten, or ten, the result is that my love has not changed at all, and has not increased to twenty, thirty or even one hundred. So, why does that turn into greed and desire?"

"Even if you become my wife, I will only give you equal love and will not treat anyone with special treatment. Things like having fun in the new and tired of the old cannot happen to me. There are always 291 people I love, and even if you add you, there are 292."

"In other words, the weight of my love is always fixed, and the rest is just how to distribute it. Now that my love is empty, then I will fill this small one, what's wrong with it?"

"And it is you who caused all this, you, the beautiful singer. You must be responsible for the sin of taking away this little love from me and satisfying me again. You are also obliged to be my wife and serve me with the remaining 53 wives?"

Regrus' righteous accusations made Silvia speechless.

What a fallacy?

"Compared with you, that man who is a bit fickle recently is simply..."

Halfway through his words, Silvia suddenly became stunned.

Because, she noticed a problem that she had to care about.

"53 wives?"

Not 291?

How did it become 53?

I don't know if I saw Shirvia's doubts, Regrus said that indifferently.

The sentence that caused Silvia to be angry.

"Nothing is strange. My love won't disappear just because of the death of my wife. Even if I kill them, I will still love them?"

Such words made Silvia's heart freeze.

Killed?

This man killed his wife?

"……Why?"

Faced with the problem of Silvia, Regrus said incredible.

"It doesn't matter whether you are alive or not. My love remains unchanged. Isn't it natural to punish sanctions as your husband when your wife does something wrong and makes me feel unhappy?"

Ahhhh…

Silvia finally understood.

Originally, Silvia was planning to delay time and hand over the battle to Fang Li because of her kindness and did not want to kill others.

But now, Silvia understands.

The boy in front of me is not a human at all.

"Fight, Silvie..."

The voice of the saint from inside her body, like the anger of Silvia, whispered.

then…

"call!"

When the wind sounded, Silvia had disappeared.

He rushed to Regrus like a shadow, with the courage that could penetrate his eyes.

Regrus didn't react at all.

"Bang!"

The powerful palm hit fell heavily on his abdomen.

"call out!"
Chapter completed!