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Chapter 1760 NO.376: Like the big brother!

"Do you need any help?"

In the subspace where the puppet was located, the last scene after the portable terminal was removed was the gesture expression of Witchmon on the screen.

There was no shaking of the head, for there were bishops in front and behind.

There was no nod. Silence reigned here, causing Witchmon to simply leave her own terminal screen and seamlessly connect to her partner's terminal screen before the direct connection between the two modes was disconnected.

"Don't you really need help?" she asked her partner who looked like a human cub.

"No hurry, not now."

Her partner answered simply, binding the object in the other dimension with a source of energy that she couldn't see clearly.

The puppet kept moving. Although it had already transferred the card it was carrying back to its main body, the premise that it was an Ebron cell was equivalent to saying—

It can be considered a monster in itself.

Evolu/Ebron cells are themselves a kind of cosmic cells in the world of Tiga. They can coexist with organisms and greatly strengthen them. At the same time, through the massive infusion of electrical energy, they can further break through the limits of organisms and reach the realm of monsters.

When the initial culture dish was established in Shinjo Akane, and Tachyon adjusted her body state with human anatomy and ensured that her consciousness was not born so that she could serve as a simple puppet under Omer, Omer had already prepared the high-energy compressed batteries that were commonly used in the Terra Federation.

Of course, although high-energy compressed batteries are common, it is still quite troublesome to supply enough electricity for a hovercraft to operate for three months at a time.

Not only is it expensive, but purchasing it as an individual will also attract police attention.

But purchasing through the firm's channel would be much more natural, and now it is lying quietly in the small storage device carried by the puppet, and it was scanned by the security check desk but not confiscated at all.

It seems that everyone feels that such power reserves are neither good nor bad.

Although it is enough to threaten ordinary human life, it is far from enough to shake the posture of those who possess the power of monsters.

That's great, of course.

Originally, the magnificent church-like building built on the base of huge beast bones looked like some kind of wonder, but the building underneath was actually very common. When he saw the security checkpoints at subway entrances, little Omar couldn't hold back any longer.

I just feel that the security work of the Beast Cult is really rustic and meticulous, and it's not unfair that they haven't found anything for so long.

I felt even more regretful, thinking that I might have to spend more effort to get back the terminal and storage accessories that were about to be taken away.

It turned out to be sent back after being inspected.

"?"

After a quick inspection, he concluded that there seemed to be no tampering. Although he had an explanation in his mind after realizing it, he still couldn't help being surprised, wondering whether he should refute his previous sigh.

Just when he was still questioning why this organization had not been discovered in the past, someone from the bishops who had been silent all this time asked him to turn off the terminal when he subconsciously opened it.

Oh well.

He silently turned off the terminal, but the person who was remotely controlling it in the bedroom could not help but complain: "Maybe I should turn on the private mode and be more discreet."

After all, you are not allowed to turn on the terminal, but you are allowed to bring the terminal, which gives people a sense of laissez-faire that depends entirely on your own consciousness.

"No way..." Bi Ze vetoed and gave a very common-sense warning, "You should have some equipment that can directly detect radio waves."

So much common sense.

So much so that little Omar subconsciously looked at him again.

"What's that look in your eyes?" "You're overthinking it." Little Omar, who had turned around, continued to write and draw on the screen, sharing the situation over there in the most primitive yet luxurious way.

The most primitive: words, patterns, and comic-strip-like narratives.

The most luxurious thing: The extremely fast hand speed allows the evolution of text and patterns to keep up with the changes over there.

When the information density was not high enough, he even had enough time to refine his own paintings, making the spectacular architecture of the behemoth church have some of the ink and wash charm of the meticulous painting teacher.

Of course, only a few points.

After all, the painter Xida did not share his brushes with Omer (x), and Umastar teacher is ultimately a writer rather than a painter.

However, these texts and pictures will still be updated in real time on the Internet and shared with all friends and relatives in the group who are interested in the case, sparking heated discussions among them.

But this is just the beginning.

Although there are some valuable opinions, as Bize complained on the side, Omer's focus is obviously still on the four-line operation itself.

Especially the forward observation of the Omer puppet and the synchronous creation of the Omer body.

In a sense, he chose to keep the puppet silent and obey the guidance of the bishops to reduce his mental burden, but it is undeniable that he has always been a person who prefers to draw conclusions through silent observation rather than asking questions directly.

However, in this grand hall that was so spacious that it seemed like it could host a boss battle, what he saw were teams of cardinals and priests whose levels of beastification were so high that they were almost monster girls and monster men.

Although the purpose of the beast tuning service is to accurately correct the imbalance between the body and mind, it is obvious that the internal concepts of this organization make them more keen to show how they are no different from monsters.

So when this group of people saw that Jin Yue San, disguised as an Omer puppet, was no different from a human, except that he had the short horns of Gomora and some of the slimy skin of the blue-skinned fat boy, the indifference in their eyes did not decrease in the slightest.

It was normal for the master to act like a big shot in front of his apprentice, but the indifference of these people at this time was also the reason why he committed a "crime".

"Jin Yuesan, I heard that the companions you contacted were all captured by that existence, and you claimed that they would not leak information?"

The leader asked from a distance. The special patterned uniform that was obviously belonging to a priest showed her identity much better than her symmetrical four-fingered double horns with Zog's makeup-free face.

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The second form of Zog, the angel of root destruction. The original form is revealed without the disguise of a human female image, which is a transformation of the design elements from an angel to a dragon.

And the response of 'Jin Yue San' was particularly straightforward.

"Yes, they are companions I discovered locally. I had planned to introduce them to the cult after this operation, but I didn't expect to meet Oh...that existence before that."

"Can you guarantee that you have not revealed any other information about the cult to them?"

"I can guarantee it, but you still have to verify it in your own way, right? So I suggest that we put aside those formulaic courtesies. We are both in a hurry, aren't we?"

He asked this, and at the same time, Xiao Qian's window flashed the content [New puppet is ready, where to hand it over].

It was very efficient, and the efficiency made little Omer feel at ease. When he got the response from the priest, he had already started working on the fifth thread.

The new Ebron puppet was activated with the initiation memory impressed by Shi Huaiya at the beginning of its construction, and was also given several monster cards, directly reaching the different dimension it had stepped into before!
Then he shouted:

"Big Sister Yuantong! Is Big Sister Yuantong here?!"

"?" The noisy noise attracted countless believers to look around.

Only a few of them knew Yuan Tongyi, but they could always understand the second sentence behind the other party's hoarse shout:

"Has Jin Yue San been here? Big Brother Jin Yue San is dead! They got a fake one!!"