Infinite Demon God: How can I download it if I don't have enough data?

Chapter 218 Third Eye

Original Xin City.

As the heart of Lai, its prosperity goes without saying.

Skyscrapers stand tall, and mansions are as numerous as clouds.

But at this moment, thick smoke and flames rose into the sky from all over the city.

Even more bizarrely, amidst this hellish scene, not a single scream or cry of alarm could be heard.

It was eerily quiet, like a ghost town.

boom!

At that moment, a streak of light tore through the night sky.

A multi-story office building was pierced through, with a huge hole blasted in the center of the building. The reinforced concrete twisted and cracked, and the entire building slowly tilted before collapsing with a roar.

boom!

A crater several meters in diameter was blasted into the hard cement ground, with cracks extending in all directions.

Hu Long's tall figure stood in the center of the pit.

The surging energy emanating from his body rippled outwards, scattering the pebbles and dust like shrapnel.

He raised his head, his gaze fixed ahead.

The night was deep, and the crescent moon was half-hidden.

A white church stands not far ahead, its Gothic spire piercing the night sky, the moonlight shining on its walls, making it almost blindingly white.

Without hesitation, Hu Long stepped forward and pushed open the door.

The door opened silently.

As far as the eye can see.

It was the interior of a huge church, brightly lit as day.

Huge reliefs are carved on the walls on both sides and the dome, with intricate and exquisite lines.

On the altar at the very front, a flame burned silently.

Below, a series of figures sat upright.

Those were the core followers of the Church of Our Lady, and also the most prominent group of people in the upper echelons of Lai Kingdom.

However, if you look closely at them now, you will find that their bodies are stiff, their pupils are unfocused, and a layer of deathly grayness emanates from beneath their skin.

He had been dead for quite some time.

Hu Long ignored the dead bodies.

He walked straight through the silent horde of corpses and stepped onto the altar at the very front.

Whoosh!

The flame that had been burning quietly suddenly swelled, and its intense light exploded under the dome, then condensed into a stream of light that shot out with a sharp whooshing sound.

With a loud crash, a hole was punched through one side of the wall, sending debris flying, and the beam of light fled wildly into the distance.

"Trying to run away?"

Hu Long sneered.

He raised his hand as if to grab, then suddenly clenched his fist.

The powerful energy exploded in his palm, transforming into a rapidly spinning vortex. The immense suction force instantly pulled the fleeing object back from mid-air.

The object tumbled and struggled in the vortex, finally revealing its true form.

It was a white, rhomboid crystal about the size of a palm.

It was crystal clear and had sharp edges, but at this moment it was trembling wildly like a living thing, with its surface constantly flashing with an uncertain light, as if it was making a final struggle.

Hu Long's gaze fell upon it, and memories of this thing surfaced in his mind.

The sophists of the Daya civilization.

An AI life form.

But it is by no means an ordinary intelligent creation.

It is the culmination of the highest technology of the Daya civilization.

It records all the technologies and biological research of the Daya civilization, and is also a subspace that is like a paradise.

However, unlike the former which enters into a physical object, the latter can only exist as a consciousness.

This contains clones of the high-level consciousness of all the Daya civilizations; as long as these clones are implanted into a clone, they can be resurrected.

Although the Daya people lived for thousands of years, far exceeding the lifespan of modern humans, it was not without its limits.

The study of immortality is naturally inevitable.

This is a result of the Daya civilization's exploration of immortality.

Indeed, this could be considered immortality to some extent, but there is a problem: a cloned consciousness is ultimately just a clone. Although it has the same memories as the original, it is not the original person.

However, such thinking is meaningless.

When the original body dies, these replicas are, in a sense, equivalent to the original.

It's like procreation.

It also represents another form of life's continuation.

of course.

This is not the kind of immortality that Hulong hoped for.

The physical body can be changed, but at the very least, the spirit should endure.

A consciousness clone is nothing more than a substitute.

Moreover, these consciousness entities have some drawbacks, such as needing to absorb the mental energy of ordinary people in order to remain active, which is why they are placed here.

Click click click!

Looking at the still struggling white rhombus-shaped crystal, Hu Long suddenly clenched his fingers.

Under immense power.

Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the white crystal, but these cracks disappeared in an instant.

Hu Long stared at the white rhombus-shaped crystal in his hand with his dark purple eyes.

"Move again and I'll crush you!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the white rhombus-shaped crystal immediately stopped struggling.

Lines of text emerged from it, seemingly to prevent Hu Long from not being able to understand, and contained various known languages ​​of Earth.

"Okay, no need for that."

Hu Long spoke calmly.

A wisp of spiritual energy spread across it.

next moment.

Different voices and words appeared before his eyes.

It's a very strange sensory experience, far clearer and faster than sound or images.

This is an exchange of spiritual power.

It can transmit large amounts of information in an instant.

"You killed Gloria?"

"I never imagined that such a powerful life form could emerge from such a backward civilization!"

"Golia was killed because of her incompetence. What do you want? We can cooperate, as long as you help us rebuild our physical bodies."

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A series of fluctuations of consciousness arose, involving men, women, young and old.

Hu Long did not answer immediately, but his eyes flickered.

He was pondering a question: could he obtain the source value by directly destroying this thing?

If possible, the quantity will definitely not be small.

However, this thought only lasted for a moment before he dismissed it.

There are currently only three known ways to obtain Source Value: first, extract it from the bones of the strange creatures; second, kill secret warriors in the Blood Exchange Realm; and third, obtain it through sunlight.

However, in reality, there is only one key element in obtaining the core source value: the target must be a powerful life form.

These cloned consciousnesses before us may have had powerful original owners, but they have no connection with these consciousnesses. Therefore, even if we destroy them, we may not be able to obtain the source value.

Moreover, he kept these things for other purposes.

Thinking of this, Hu Long's murderous intent gradually subsided.

Upon seeing Hu Long, they remained silent, while the various consciousnesses within them continued to fluctuate, buzzing like flies.

"Shut up!"

Hu Long snorted coldly, and a violent wave of mental energy swept out, instantly causing all the fluctuations of consciousness to disappear.

"Bring out those of you who are in charge!"

Upon hearing this, the consciousness within the white rhombus crystal fell silent for a brief moment.

Then a smaller, aged figure emerged from the crystal, resembling a human elder, draped in a white robe and holding a cane inlaid with blue crystal.

The only difference is that there is a closed vertical eye on its forehead.

"Revered One, my name is Iletas, the Great King of the Daya Civilization..."

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The old man placed his right hand on his chest and introduced himself, pausing slightly when he mentioned the Great King before adding to the introduction.

"In your words, it means leader."

"You Daya people don't look like this, do you?"

Hu Long asked.

He had seen real Daya people in Gloria's memories.

Standing three meters tall with a slender build and pale blue skin, he resembled somewhat of an alien he had once seen on Earth.

"Of course not, it's just to better suit your human aesthetic standards."

He offered an explanation, but seemed unwilling to elaborate further.

Let's bring the topic back to the original steps.

"What do you think of our suggestion?"

"If you are willing to help us, we can give you all the technological means we possess in exchange."

"I can help you reshape your bodies."

Hu Long said calmly.

"But there's a condition: you need to work for me for a thousand years."

He could clearly sense these people's desire to have a physical body.

Logically speaking, these cloned consciousness replicas are not the original, so there's no need to be so fixated on them.

But the truth is quite the opposite.

As a copy of the consciousness of those high-ranking members of the Daya civilization.

They possessed the complete memories of those people, but had no physical body and no senses.

Unable to come to this real world.

This is the greatest torment for them.

However, Hu Long didn't care about these details; as long as there was demand, that was fine.

This undoubtedly makes them easier to manipulate.

The instant Hu Long finished speaking.

Iletas, the leader of the consciousness clone of the Daya civilization, frowned slightly.

"Isn't a thousand years too long?"

"You have no right to bargain with me."

Hu Long shook his head.

A cluster of reddish-white flames ignited at his fingertips.

Then he pointed a finger at the white rhombus-shaped crystal.

"What did you do?"

"Uh, what is this?"

A chorus of exclamations rose and fell among them.

White crystal is one of the most advanced technological creations of the Daya civilization.

Its material is extremely special, but now it seems to be on the verge of being burned.

As copies of consciousness within it, they will perish along with this entity once it is destroyed.

"We agree. Get this out of here as soon as possible."

Iletas immediately agreed.

Although a thousand years is a long time, it doesn't mean much to them; it's not that they can't wait.

"very good!"

It seems that the crimson and white flames of purification have been withdrawn.

In reality, a trace was left inside.

"If you dare to have any other thoughts, I will destroy you immediately. Believe me, I am fully capable of doing so easily."

After Hu Long finished speaking, he ignored the reactions of these consciousnesses.

He then put it away.

It's worth mentioning that this item also cannot be placed inside a storage bracelet.

However, upon closer reflection, it makes sense, as this thing is, in a sense, a subspace.

I didn't think much of it.

After doing all this.

Hu Long ignored the corpses sitting in their seats.

He sat down cross-legged on the spot.

Having previously fused with the spiritual talents of three schools, it seems that some kind of mutation is taking place within his body.

He focused his mind on the changes in his own spirit and body.

He had a premonition that the fusion of this talent was about to be completed.

Hu Long had only been sitting down for a few minutes.

In the night sky, a series of sharp whistling sounds suddenly rang out.

Then one after another, figures fell from different directions, landing on the ruins a hundred meters away from the church.

The people who came were dressed in different clothes and had different skin colors.

These are all surveillance agents from different countries. It would be impossible for them to track us all the way here without some skill.

At the very least, it's the Blood Transformation Realm.

Among them are even supreme grandmasters at the Yuan Dan realm.

Countries outside the three major powers, though lacking in historical foundation, have poured their national resources into building up their wealth, coupled with their large population base.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change, and occasionally one or two Yuan Dan can be produced.

After sensing the unusual energy fluctuations in Ketonsling City, they followed the trail left by Hu Long and tracked him to these ruins.

But once they arrived, no one dared to go in rashly.

The aura lingered inside the church like a lurking beast, sending chills down one's spine even through the walls.

"It's not good to just stand here."

From the crowd, an elderly man with a hunched back and a cane spoke, his voice hoarse.

"How about—someone go in and take a look?"

"People should respect the elderly and care for the young. You are so old, why don't we give you this opportunity?"

Some people sneered, their eyes filled with mockery.

The others remained silent, but their expressions conveyed a similar meaning.

Nobody's a fool.

They risked everything to chase after us, simply hoping to snag a bargain.

If we could obtain the revolutionary technology of the stone man, the benefits would be immeasurable.

They didn't dare to move before because the Holy Mother was too powerful.

But today is different.

The Virgin Mary has not shown herself yet, considering the huge commotion that occurred earlier.

They are most likely dead.

Even if they weren't dead, they must have been seriously injured, otherwise they wouldn't have let them get here.

The only thing that made them uneasy was the identity of the person who fought against the Holy Mother.

The old man chuckled twice and didn't reply.

Time passed little by little, and patience was slowly worn away.

Finally, a bald man couldn't contain himself any longer and strode out of the crowd, ready to go and test the waters.

He had just taken two steps.

suddenly.

Where did this white mist come from?

Some people expressed their doubts.

as predicted.

Everyone could see wisps of white mist appearing out of thin air.

Everyone instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

We are about to leave this place.

However, the next moment.

The scene before them suddenly changed, and they found themselves in a huge maze passage with towering walls on both sides that seemed to stretch endlessly into the clouds.

It creaked.

Amidst the billowing white mist, the church's tightly closed doors were slowly pushed open from the inside.

Hu Long's figure appeared behind the door.

His appearance is different from before.

A purple-gold cloud pattern appeared in the center of his forehead, winding and flowing, adding a touch of eeriness to his already handsome face.

When he looked up, his pupils were the color of amethyst, clear yet bottomless, as if hiding something profound.

The cloud-like pattern between his brows glowed slightly; it was the tangible manifestation of the fusion of his three spiritual talents.

Hu Long lowered his gaze and looked at the panel that appeared in front of him.

In the section on mental talents, the original three talents have disappeared.

Instead, a new handwriting appeared.

[Mental Talent: Third Eye]

(Note: Born with divine eyes, able to see through all illusions and discern the flaws in one's mind.)

It can invade and manipulate the minds of others, and can also create a mirage to interfere with perception.

Using the light of annihilation to strike directly at the source of the spirit can annihilate the spirit and disintegrate consciousness.

Looking at the description alone, there doesn't seem to be much change.

It was merely a fusion of three talents, but that's not the whole story.

With that thought in mind, Hu Long turned his gaze forward.

Within the white mist stood rows of figures, motionless, like rows of silent stakes.

These people have all been dragged into the quagmire of illusion.

Without his consent, these people will be trapped in their own illusions forever, until their bodies decay and turn into silent skeletons.

In this regard.

Hu Long didn't pay attention to that.

He was concerned about something else.

The gaze slowly moved upwards, landing on the tops of their heads.

A place that should have been completely empty.

There seems to be something there.

I realized this.

A crack appeared in the purple-gold cloud pattern on Hu Long's forehead.

In an instant, a clearer, entirely new perspective emerged.

Hu Long could clearly see wisps of black energy swirling and circling above the heads of these people.

As he gazed upon it, the black mist seemed to have caught the scent of blood, growing thicker and thicker, almost solidifying in the void.

Hu Long's eyebrows twitched slightly, a hint of curiosity arising within him.

What is this?

The thought had just arisen.

The dense, almost boiling black gas suddenly dissipated, thinning out like dust in the wind.

Upon seeing this, Hu Long seemed to have thought of something, and a strange look flashed across his face.

"Could this be... destiny?"