They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 112 Chaos
"And you said these disappeared facial features will return to normal on their own, right?"

"Yes."

Bruna nodded, but the next second, he looked at Ria in surprise: "Your tone is wrong, what do you want to do?"

"It's nothing."

Riya walked towards other rooms step by step with a cane. He found an empty room and lay down, while extending a tentacle to the side of his forehead.

"Faceless people seem to be a characteristic of the White Mask Cultists, so why can't I use their name to add fuel to these chaotic guys?"

"It's much more interesting to let these chaotic people suffer the consequences than if I do nothing, hehehehe."

He touched the tentacle, and the tentacle rubbed his finger very affectionately, as if it would unconditionally support him in anything he did.

Just when Riya gradually retracted his tentacles and was about to take the opportunity to go out and find some interesting things, the tentacles suddenly lost control and suddenly pierced his head.

There was a "click", which was the sound of the skull being pierced.

Several tentacles penetrated from his temple to the other temple, but the young man did not lose consciousness at all.

Riya seemed to be very stunned. He turned his head and looked at the mythical creature that emerged from the flesh of its neck. This dark monster had its feathers standing up, and there seemed to be tiny tentacles shaking like worms at the tip.

"Hiss--" The mythical creature's pupils shrank into needle-point shapes, and it attacked Riya mercilessly. Those tentacles almost pricked the host into a honeycomb.

At this moment, Riya was puzzled. His penetrated body was hanging high in the air, surrounded by thousands of tentacles that turned into sharp blades, unable to move at all.

"What are you doing? Am I not your master?"

"Ouch!!!" It's okay that he didn't mention it, but when he mentioned it, Little Shivall became even more angry, and its tentacles gradually leaked acid, completely corroding the body of the young man who was strung on a group of tentacles. Soon, the people above were no longer human, leaving almost only a pool of charred bones.

A burning smell gradually filled the air.

The charred things attached to the bones are naturally the carbon-like flesh and blood left behind after being dehydrated by strong acid. But even though Riya's head only has a skeleton and a layer of dehydrated skin, he still lacks facial features and his face shows an unusually ferocious arc. Face shape.

At this time, the epidemic doctor wearing a beak mask also walked in from outside the door, looking up with interest to observe the people being strung together.

"Long time no see, 'old friend'."

"Are you stupid or too arrogant? You actually want to attack the patient and then get away with it in front of the doctor."

"Doctor, why can't I understand what you are saying?"

"Don't understand?"

Bruna seemed to have heard something really funny and couldn't stand up with laughter. He clapped his hands vigorously and applauded: "You used mysterious items to influence our patient, infiltrate his consciousness, and... I deliberately left the symptoms of pollution on his face for fear that I wouldn’t be able to see it.”

"The evidence is in front of you, what else do you want to quibble with?"

"..."

Riya was silent, then suddenly turned her head abruptly, and violently broke her neck and more than a dozen tentacles.

"Isn't it fun?"

His head rested limply on his shoulders. "You are really willing to kill me, especially this interesting mythical creature... Hehehe, if the owner of this body regains consciousness, he will be in so much pain that he will want to die."

"How could it be?" Bruna sarcastically said, "Kercha is the most pain-tolerant person I have ever met. How can you be sure that he is unconscious now?"

The doctor said this, and Riya's hand moved again. Many eyeballs slowly appeared on his body surface. Those eyeballs broke through the corroded hard skin and popped up one after another. Then, the hand touched tremblingly. To the point where it becomes a flat face.

"Click - click -"

The black fingers stretched to the edge of the face, and then gradually inserted the knuckles into it.

He actually tore off his face bit by bit.

However, this is not the end. After doing this, the bones behind the skin of Ria's face finally have a bone outline that can accommodate the facial features.

He opened his mouth, stuffed the torn meat into the forcibly opened mouth, and chewed hard. His external consciousness was obviously sluggish for a moment, and finally disappeared at the moment when the skin was completely chewed up and swallowed.

Little Shivall's extended tentacles retracted, and it quickly flapped its wings and pounced on Riya, wrapping him completely with its tentacles, like a huge cocoon.

This will speed up Riya's recovery.

He couldn't die anyway, and the request to have the mythical creature pierce him was his own decision.

As early as when the dirty thing played the high-pitched part of the flute at the end, Ria relied on the reminders of little Swale and those eyes to notice his own abnormality, but at that time he pretended not to notice and patiently cooperated with the other party's actions. Action, wanting to see what he wants to do.

Now it seems that the other party may be just trying to fool everyone. Those people don't care about other people's suffering, all they care about is their own interests.

"We should really let them experience the pollution of the abyss, and laugh these people until they die."

Riya lay in the cocoon wrapped by the tentacles, with burning pain all over his body. After his brain was pierced, he lost the ability to maintain Gaen's consciousness, causing him to quickly fall into a state of near death.

……

"Everything in the world has a price secretly marked on it, and all a businessman has to do is pay the principal and recover the profit in excess of the principal."

"Putting aside those so-called secular concepts, what do you think is the true face of capital?"

“The so-called capital is the general term for various social and economic resources used by humans to create material and spiritual wealth. No one does not want to make money, and no one does not want to maximize the value he collects.

At this time, we do not have the appropriate principal to create the conditions for collecting value. What should we do at this time? "

“I think this is the key to spending your capital temporarily and taking a long-term view to catch big fish.

This is very dangerous. With high returns, high risks are inevitable. Once something goes wrong, we may be heavily in debt and impoverished. But if we succeed, the benefits we will get are immeasurable..."

In the dream where he finally returned to normal, Riya stood in the conference room and told the employees below about some of the meeting content. I don’t know who wrote the content of today’s content, but he only needed to read it once and give his own information by the way. The idea is good.

After finishing speaking, Riya looked up and saw the complex bloody sacrifice formation on the wall, and the long meeting table was filled with people who had lost their faces.

Those people looked at him like this, applauding his words uniformly and uniformly like replicas.

(End of this chapter)