How long does it take to travel a distance of 500 meters?

For the fourth-level master, it should be a matter of the blink of an eye, but it took Xiao Weier a whole day, and this was only the front half of the palace. After entering the first floor gate, there was a hall two hundred meters away in front of it. There was a huge chair deep in the hall. A huge figure could be seen vaguely under the clouds and mist. The faint snoring sound was clearly heard two hundred meters away.

The distance between the two hundred meters took Xiao Weier two days to complete. Sweat and struggling hard was a true portrayal of Xiao Weier. When he entered the hall, all the pressure disappeared without a trace. A powerful and gentle magic power fell from the sky and penetrated into his body. All the fatigue and injuries caused by fatigue were completely recovered in a blink of an eye.

A thunderous voice sounded, "Boy, your speed is good. You actually came here under my pressure in just three days. Not bad, not bad!"

"Giant? No, you are not a giant!" Little Virgin looked at the tall and wide-minded old face, with a hint of wine red on her bearded face, and the vague smell from her body told Little Virgin that this person's identity was very suspicious.

"How do you guys know that I'm not a giant?" The bearded man looked at Little Weir with a smile, his face full of unconcealed happy smile.

"Information plus a little analysis." Little Weir pointed to his head and said, "The twelve strong men who set up the seal will not allow the giant masters to break through on their territory, so there should be special rules here that can limit the giants from level 5 to level 6."

"So, there will be no sixth-level giants in the twelfth palace. As a sixth-level strongman, you cannot be a giant. You are the sixth-level expert of the dwarf who broke through their block and forcibly rushed into the twelfth palace!" Little Weir's words were firm and he was very confident.

A burst of unscrupulous laughter sounded, and the giant's figure shrank rapidly and turned into a stout dwarf of one meter two in a blink of an eye. "I'm very good. I'm worthy of practicing the "Creation Code". The first-level carries a different space, the second-level fights against the invasion of the hell demons, the third-level guides the demigods to enthrone the gods, and the fourth-level genius who plots the demon legion. Although I only used three points of my strength, it was not something that ordinary people could bear. You, very good!"

"I, Fret Flame, the six-star apostle of the Dwarves, I'm very happy to see you, the four-star apostle, Boy Declan." The dwarves' words almost made Little Will's chin fall off.

"You..." Little Vir never thought that the powerful dwarf who was trapped here was actually an apostle, and the six-star apostle in Ha City.

Fret smiled and said, "Are you very confused? Why is my dignified six-star apostle trapped here? With the power of the apostle space, it should be easy for me to leave here, right?"

Little Weil nodded, and after giving him a courtesy, he said, "It is true. I have tried just now. The Taurus Palace cannot trap us apostles. With the ability of my four-star apostle, I can leave at any time. It only takes a little insignificant price. As a six-star apostle, there is no reason why I will be trapped here."

Freit nodded and said, "This is the condition I promised the first apostle before becoming an apostle. I cannot leave the Taurus Palace until the exile land is resolved. Only by agreeing to this condition can he allow me to become an apostle, have a certain degree of freedom, and be able to contact the outside world."

"So it's the first brother, no wonder." Little Weir suddenly realized that if anyone could communicate freely here, he must be the first apostle. He is one of the founders of the twelve palaces. With the mystery of the apostle space and the power of the wise god, it should not be difficult to do this.

"Little guy, you are not an ordinary four-star apostle. I know your deeds clearly. And now you are already half a step and five-star. As long as you can pass the twelve houses, you can become a five-star apostle. If you can completely solve the exile land, it is not impossible for the six-star apostle." Frett's words made Little Vir instantly alert.

"The greater the harvest, the more difficult the process, the greater the danger." Little Weir looked at the sixth-level dwarf in front of him carefully, which made the latter stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing: "Even if I don't say it, won't you do it?"

Little Weir thought about it and found that this is true. Even if Fret didn't say it, he would have entered the twelve palaces and entered the exile land to find out. According to the ancient river god, the exile land has become a hell for the strong, and only ordinary people or people with very low strength are allowed to exist, which is already very unfriendly to the strong.

However, the God of Rivers said that as long as he can pass the test of the twelve palaces and be able to obtain the recognition of the twelve sixth-level strong men and the imprint of the giants, the restrictions he will be in the exile land at that time will be minimal, and he can completely defeat the exile land with a crushing force and reap the rich legacy of the giants.

Fret waved his hand and a table of banquets appeared quietly. After greeting Little Weir, Fret began to eat and drink by himself: "This small alien space is too small and boring. I can't get out of it normally, so I can only communicate with the outside through the First Apostle. The bastard often can't contact him, which is really boring."

"If you are bored, won't you let those outside help you relieve your boredom? Although they are a little weak,..." Little Weir stopped suddenly and suddenly knocked on the table and asked, "I'm very curious, how did these people pull them? Don't tell me that they were sent by the First Apostle Brother?"

Hearing Little Were's words, Fret couldn't help but slam the table and laughed, then pointed at Little Were and said, "You really didn't see it?" Hehe, little guy, you still rely too much on the Eye of Firmness. As long as I block or blind your Eye of Firmness, you can't find many things. Hehehehe~"

Little Weir was slightly stunned, "Shield or blinded the firm eye?"

Yes, the Eye of Firmness has a level, and the Eye of Low Level I knew that it was invalid for the High Level, but this should be only for myself. Could it be...

"They are your clones outside?" Little Weil asked tentatively.

Fret smiled and said, "Do you have anything to say when you see the city I built with my own hands when I was bored?"

"The magic technology originated from giants and flourished from goblins. Your magic technology is very powerful, not inferior to the former goblin civilization." Little Weir's words were a little against his will, but it is certain that this sixth-level dwarf's magic technology is stronger than his own. At least he cannot build such a magic city alone, and he is more of aiding elves to help.

"Yes, this city, including the entire alien space, is basically created by me bit by bit, including those who work and monsters." Fret's words were word by word, but the content made Little Weir a little unacceptable.

Creating humans and monsters? Is this what a level six strong man can do?

Magic? Create humans and monsters?

A flash of inspiration flashed in Little Weil's mind, and a name blurted out: "Constructing a puppet?!"

"Hahahaha, you guy finally reacted. Yes, it's just a construction puppet. I'm the only one in this strange space from beginning to end. Other human races, dwarves, elves, orcs, monsters, and dragons are all construction puppets. How about it? My construction world is amazing, right?"

"Constructing puppet, a sixth-level strongman, you won't want to tell me that you are the legendary construction master, right?" An idea came to my mind irresistibly and eventually turned into this question.
Chapter completed!