They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 377 Team Building

Hearing the flute played by Serge, even though the Plague Knight has no flesh and blood, the face of the bone helmet can still be seen to be somewhat distorted.

There is no other reason than that the flute sound is really unpleasant!

Hephaestus has no talent for playing, but he always likes to use the flute as a weapon. Probably because of this, the attack effect of the flute sound is particularly prominent.

Its sound polluted the spirit, and even more so the soul. The Plague Knight wanted to cover his head, but because his body was restrained and unable to move, he was forced to endure it all.

When Serge saw that He was not avoiding me, his interest became even higher: "It turns out that you are the person who can appreciate art best, and you are worthy of being the Knight of the Apocalypse. Since you like it, my performance will always be free of charge for you.

No matter when you want to enjoy a flute solo, we will be there for you as soon as possible! "

"Hephaestus!!!"

Plague gnashed its teeth, and the skeleton horse on the side was so tortured by the noise that it smashed its head directly to the ground, causing a small earthquake.

Fortunately, everyone present had seen the big scene and did not run away in panic when they saw the earthquake. Atrak directly spit out more silk threads to fix the ground. After all, this was the edge of a cliff, and there was a bottomless space below. If there was a sudden No one benefits from the collapse.

And taking advantage of Atrak, the clones are all restraining the plague in the dreamland to prevent him from escaping from the dreamland and suddenly awakening. The crisis faced by the disordered ones in reality is also not small.

As the knight's consciousness fell into sleep, his body fell to the ground, and countless crazy black shadows of the source of the plague sprang out from his surface, trying to fly everywhere.

The disordered ones must intercept them. These things will attach to various objects and attack them, and the attached objects are also infected with countless viruses.

If it weren't for the suppression of the Angel of Life in the sky, there would probably be more and more of these things becoming more rampant.

"Or we'll swallow them all."

Riya tried to use his tentacles to capture the source of the plague and then devour it, but at this moment, the Angel of Life turned his huge pupils to look here, and he actually read the message "Try eating it again" from it.

"It's quite similar to James's personality."

Riya exclaimed, and then swallowed the source of the plague without hesitation. In the process, his eyes met the angel's eyes without any grudge.

The angel seemed to be even more angry, and suddenly, the black shadows moving in the air screamed.

The anarchists kill them with greater vigor.

Although those black shadows are incorporeal, they can be hit by extraordinary abilities and mysterious items.

After all, extraordinary and mysterious items have the same origin as them.

Danria was thinking that Melphas once talked about Endles in the past. There seemed to be transcendences at that time, but compared to now, those transcendences were pure and undistorted postures.

Perhaps it was not the plague that gave rise to the extraordinary, but its appearance only opened the forbidden door of the extraordinary that had been sealed, and then polluted all those things.

Maybe it just upgraded the extraordinary to a higher latitude, but now the life of Endeles can't bear that weight at all, just like cancer cells. Its appearance means that human cells are trying to evolve further, but no one can. Survive until the time of evolutionary success.

Things that cannot be borne by people are harmful, incomprehensible, and extraordinary. This is especially true for those sleeping gods. How can life in the three-dimensional world easily imagine life that exists in four, five or even more dimensions?

Some people's brains will explode just by doing a physics question, writing a research report, or an academic paper. To fully understand these, it is better to expect them to suddenly enlighten and get a Ph.D. in physics.

"The black shadow seems to be less..."

Ria raised her cane and pierced a black shadow directly, and the tentacles in the shadow on the ground immediately dragged it into the shadow.

"Actually, if you eat too much, you will find that the taste of these things seems to be okay."

【…】

The look in the Angel of Life's eyes seemed to become even more terrifying. Probably if it weren't for some kind of restriction now, He would soon land on the ground and give Leia a meal.

But Riya felt that the act of devouring the source of the plague was nothing. It would be better to say that he was even doing it deliberately in front of Gamildorne.

As the number of plague sources he devoured increased, the angel seemed to become more and more angry, and the suppressive light he released became more intense. Even many black figures had thick smoke coming out of them, as if they were burned by fire.

"Fifty-seven...fifty-eight! Fifty-nine! Sixty!!!"

Stair turned his gun and put in new bullets, but soon, he still felt that it was not enough.

When Riya saw him again, he had thrown away his pistol and was shooting at the source of the plague with two submachine guns, with a string of large-caliber bullets hanging diagonally from his neck.

"Riya, this thing is much better than your cane and pistol!"

As he said that, he continued to run after the source of the plague. On the other side, the eight-year-old Saffir carried something like a pesticide can and sprayed antiseptic liquid on the black shadow.

She wore a gas mask and looked very classy, ​​and there were not many people who did the same thing as her, which also gave Ria a lot of knowledge.

It turns out that the witch's potion can still be used in this way.

"Let's let one let, let one let!"

A conjurer held a bunch of bombs, looked at them reluctantly, and said his final farewell to them.

"Dear Bailey, Jenny, Mark, Andreas, Bob Carlo, Alice, Sharon, Helen..."

While he read out a long list of names, he pulled out the leads one by one and threw them out. At this time, he had already burst into tears, his whole face was red from crying, and he was miserable.

"You have to remember that dad will always remember you and dad will always love you -

You are sacrificing yourself for the sake of righteousness! "

"Ahhhhhh, my children!"

As the bomb was cleared, he knelt on the ground and wailed in pain. For spellcasters, they could hear the voices of inanimate objects. In their eyes, those cold, inanimate objects might be more important than people.

But no one sympathized with him at this point, maybe there was, but now was not a good time for comfort.

"Shh!"

A black shadow rushed towards him while he was unprepared, but at this time, he was hit by a small stone.

The stone passed through the black shadow's body and did not cause any substantial damage to it, but at this time it looked at the person who threw the stone angrily for no reason. The person ran very fast, and his main image was a crow.

But because of this, he was able to attract the attention of the shadows. Many shadows ignored the prey and rushed towards him. Then, there were disorderly people who removed the gathered shadows.

Although they had only met for a short time and were not even acquainted, everyone cooperated quite well. Faced with a common enemy, the disordered ones became the most united party.

"One hundred! I killed the hundredth one!"

Stair was so happy that he almost jumped up. He couldn't wait to share his joy with the stranger beside him, the disorderly person, who felt that he had no manners to throw him away.

"Sure enough, my crow meme was a success, everyone hated it haha!"

Stair was a little tired, so he approached Riya and asked him if he had any water to drink. Riya found a pile of water bottles from the tentacles and asked him what color he liked.

"Go green, it suits my temperament."

Stair pointed to the big green kettle, and the next second, he saw Riya stretching out two fingers.

"Brother, look how lively you are, and you're still competing."

"No, two fingers means - two silver coins." "How much!?"

Stair was shocked: "Two silver coins? I think it's too expensive even if they sell it for two silver coins. Is this pot of yours a cultural relic stolen from another country?"

"I don't know, but this thing is a mysterious item. It can turn the water poured into it into coffee. The price is not high and it is completely within your affordability."

"And this thing? Where did you get all these weird items?"

Stair touched his pocket and didn't want to buy it, but he was really thirsty now. They came suddenly and didn't bring a water bottle.

Taking a step back, who can resist a kettle that turns into coffee when you pour water into it.

He had to admit it was attractive.

So not long after, Riya sold a kettle and earned two silver coins. As a gift, he gave the other party a bag of coffee powder.

"By the way, brother, what's the price of this pot?"

"It turns water into coffee."

"I know, I'm asking about the price."

"The price is that every time you need to put coffee powder in, just put the bag in your hand, soak it in, heat it with your fire-attribute extraordinary ability, and then you have a steaming pot of coffee."

"..."

Stair fell into silence for the first time in a long time. He once thought it would be difficult for him to react like this again, but now, he couldn't help but point at Riya.

"You black businessman!!!"

"Thank you."

Riya patted his shoulder, stretched out her hand and touched the bottom of the kettle, and a flame automatically burst out from her palm to help him heat it for free. Then Riya started to ask other people if anyone needed water.

In the middle of the battle, he also saw the black businessman who was also selling popcorn during the battle. The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was very delicate for a moment.

Riya: "Is popcorn selling well these days? How is the sales volume?"

"The sales volume is not bad. My previous part-time job was popping popcorn on the street. There were flavors like caramel, cantaloupe, cheese and so on. People would also buy them as snacks."

"So the point of selling popcorn here is-"

"Don't you think someone might be hungry?"

The black businessman picked up a paper bag of popcorn and shouted skillfully: "Popcorn, who buys popcorn?"

Other shouts came from the distance: "Does anyone need a call service? Help fight the source of the plague. You can go and rest!"

"Selling guns, ammunition, knives, forks and sticks, come if you need it!"

"Lottery, you won't suffer any loss if you scratch the lottery ticket! Keep scratching it every day, and the next jackpot of 15 million gold coins will be yours."

"Personal accident insurance for sale! The guaranteed compensation is 200,000 yuan. There is absolutely no false advertising. The boss of the company is almost losing his pants!"

Riya witnessed all this and looked at the kettle carried by the tentacles behind her: "What on earth are we... here to do?"

"What else can a black trader do? It's just more profitable to make sales. Who can be a black trader if there are other ways?"

The popcorn seller grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth, raised his gun and killed the attacking black shadow.

At this time, Ria discovered that everyone had such a deep prejudice against the meme of black businessmen.

"Of course, maybe we are more abiding by the rules. Those who don't abide by the rules are directly selling human lives. Really, why take such a big risk? Isn't it good to sell a bag of popcorn with five Shivalls safely?"

"Uncle, how do you sell popcorn?" Shafir came over carrying a bunch of food and asked about the price of popcorn.

"A silver coin."

"It's so expensive."

Shafir took out the money as she spoke, and the next second, she walked towards Riya.

"Brother Kercha, how can I sell water?"

"Water is free."

"Really?"

"Well, the kettle costs money."

So the other party bought another kettle filled with water from him, and this time Riya’s gift was coconut powder.

Occasionally, it's quite interesting for the disordered ones to get together. The atmosphere within the Keepers is not as tense as imagined, and most people are friendly, although their hearts have become twisted after witnessing many lives and deaths.

"So what are the criteria used by the epidemic doctors to select disordered persons? Is it random? They don't seem to be heinous sinners. I don't know why my mentor asked me to kill James."

If possible, Ria would like to have a good talk with Evander's true form, but the other person is still asleep and difficult to wake up, and there is no trace of her mentor in the dreamland.

"How is his consciousness now?"

Thinking about it, Ria continued to travel between battles to sell her own water. Water resources were a rarity here. Although there was a lot of snow here, it was still a bit troublesome to eat the snow directly or melt it with fire elements.

Furthermore, Riya's trading methods were somewhat coercive, so his water bottles were quickly sold out.

Riya, who had made a new fortune, was in a good mood and was sitting under a tree with little Shivall to rest. Suddenly, something fell from above and almost hit him on the head.

Little Shival's tentacles blocked it in time, but the consequence of this was that the trajectory of the thing tilted directly to the side and hit Little Shival's head.

Riya picked up the thing and found it was an apple.

On the top of the tree, several young children poked their heads out and laughed. Riya asked them why they did this. They said they wanted to see what would happen if an apple hit someone's head.

"Will you discover something new that's different from gravity?"

"I don't know about that." Ria smiled and shook her head, then looked at the mythical creature covering her head with its front paws and drooping its ear feathers.

"It was the one that got hit, so maybe we should think about what it would think of when it sees an apple falling from the tree."

"Goo-"

Little Swale stared at the red apple that Riya held in front of him, opened his mouth and took a bite.

Riya looked at the apple with a missing bite, and gave it directly to little Shival. She looked at little Shival holding the red apple: "Maybe, it will become a very rich genius."

(End of this chapter)