Mystery: The High-Dimensional Overlooker

Huang Tao chewed this word over and over in his heart. Although this word seemed to him more like a curse, he had to admit that in this era, people did think that being favored by the gods was hard-won happiness.

Being able to become God's container, God's agent, and a part of God is a lifelong pursuit for people of this era and for many people.

Huang Tao did not blame his family, because after he became a High-Sequence Beyonder, he understood that this was the concept of this era, and devoting oneself to God was the value of human beings.

When human beings use themselves as an anchor to anchor the spirit of the gods in exchange for the protection of the gods, this is the established law of this world.

"Bonova, Bonova..."

After hearing the words of the high-dimensional overlooker, Huang Tao once again fell into a low murmur. After a moment, he said in a low voice to the high-dimensional overlooker in front of him:

"I will go and negotiate with the God of Steam and Machinery."

……

Emlyn White stood under the crimson moonlight, his tone deep:

"The ancestor gave us the oracle... Huh, now the ancestor's condition is getting better and better, and he can communicate with the elders. In order to be promoted to sequence five faster, I must successfully hunt down this believer who believes in the original moon. Kill."

"This guy who believes in the 'Primordial Moon' is also a Sequence Six Beyonder like me. Hum, even if he believes in the evil god, he still won't have the fundamental control over his abilities like the noble vampires - I'm ready Yes, I am blessed by the Mother Goddess and there will be no problems in this operation."

As Emlyn White spoke, he drank or sprayed the various potions on his body. Soon, his figure quickly disappeared, leaving no trace of his breath.

This is the ability of "potions professors". They can use various concocted potions to hide their aura or enhance their abilities. For them, as long as they are adequately prepared, the "Potion Professor" himself is a very powerful Beyonder in the Sequence Six range.

With targeted preparation, no Sequence Six could defeat the fully armed "Poison Professor".

Although those cultists who believed in the twisted evil gods were all insane lunatics, Emlyn White knew that they still obtained the extraordinary characteristics that originally belonged to the blood clan through hunting. Among the blood clan, they called the cultists who obtained extraordinary characteristics in this way "vampires" and were not recognized by the blood clan as one of their own.

To them, every newborn vampire is a powerful extraordinary being of Sequence Seven from birth, and this is also the capital of the vampire clan's pride.

The long lifespan coupled with the complete inheritance made Emlyn White deeply proud of his identity as a vampire.

In order to guard against the Moon Pagan, who was also a Sequence Six "Potion Professor", Emlyn had specially prepared "Sun Water" with spiritual materials so that he could throw it at the Pagan at any time.

This liquid, concocted by the "Potions Professor," was quite effective in suppressing vampires. Furthermore, to prevent the "Water of the Sun" from being too effective, Emlyn White had even proposed a deal to Mr. Fool before this operation, asking him to bless this bottle of "Water of the Sun," his ultimate weapon.

Of course, Mr. Fool, who was woken up late at night, gave the "potions professor" his most sincere blessing.

After Emlyn completed all the preparations, he controlled his body to fly through the dark alley and arrived in front of an apartment that, although not old, was quite crowded and narrow.

Whenever he saw these apartments, Emlyn White would lament the ridiculously fast pace of Backlund's construction. In just a few months, Backlund had already completed the construction of these apartments for civilians and workers, and the planning was even more compact than before.

Emlyn White couldn't figure out how this beehive-like nest was built. In his opinion, it was not a house suitable for human habitation.

"We still have to go forward. According to the investigation of the previous barons, this devout believer of the 'primordial moon' is here. Ha, what is wrong with believing in? You have to believe in the primitive moon."

Emlyn sneered, walking slowly upwards through the beehive-like nest. He clutched the revolver he'd spent a fortune on, loaded with demon-hunting bullets, and took a deep breath before kicking the door open. The moment the door opened, Emlyn leaped back a few steps, quickly creating distance.

In his judgment, the Sequence Six Beyonders of this faith's "Original Moon" may have lost control!

After seeing the scene in the room, Emlyn White took a deep breath, his expression showing surprise and subtle fear - the scene before him was too bizarre, the entire room was covered with wriggling pieces of flesh.

In the cracks between these pieces of flesh grew dried-up grass and flowers, which moved along with the wriggling of the flesh, as if they were part of the monster's body.

As the sound of "pah pah pah" sounded, one scarlet protruding eyeball looked at Emlyn one after another. The cultist who had lost control and mutated made a deafening sound in the form of a piece of meat. The flesh and blood on his body squirmed and swarmed towards the front.

Compared to a human, its form was closer to a worm, closer to a living, twisted mass of mud. It enveloped Emlyn White from all sides, as if trying to devour him.

This is a real monster!

Hey...this is the price for taking in the extraordinary characteristics left by the noble vampires!

Emlyn thought this, feeling some cramps in his calves. He watched the withered grass and flowers growing outward along with the wriggling flesh and blood rolling backwards in embarrassment, avoiding the attack of this flesh and blood worm.

Emlyn noticed that the withered grass and flowers inlaid on the flesh were growing along the flesh, and could even spread outward on the floor tiles, turning this place into a space that was more suitable for him and more beneficial to his battles.

Is it transforming the battlefield? No, this seems like an instinctive reaction - what does it believe in? What kind of gift did the "primordial moon" it believed in give it to make it become like this?

Emlyn White dodged as he unscrewed several bottles of potion targeting dark creatures and sprinkled them on the flesh. The flesh quickly melted under the potion's effect, exposing the meridians within that resembled dry grass roots.

After Emlyn leaped back a few more times, he was shocked to discover that even after a short delay, the flesh and blood had repaired his wounds at a terrifying speed. This made Emlyn White swallow his saliva involuntarily—this recovery ability surpassed that of an average vampire baron, no, even a vampire viscount!

As a "Crimson Scholar" of the Vampire Clan, he has a recovery ability that is unimaginable even among Sequence Five!

Isn't this ghost thing already at Sequence Five? No, his attack ability is far inferior to those of the viscounts I have seen...

Several thoughts quickly flashed through Emlyn's mind. After he realized that his invisibility was of no use in front of this cultist who had lost control and transformed into a flesh and blood monster, he simply gave up the invisibility and used his backhand to kill the other person. The bottle of magic potion poured into his mouth.

Since what supports his body has changed from bones to withered grass roots, the flames will have a stronger effect on this monster! It can even play a decisive role!

As a breath like a fire dragon came out of Emlyn White's mouth, blazing flames extended to the side.

These gray-red water droplets turned this enclosed area into a sea of ​​red fire at an incredible speed. Under the attack of this cultist who wanted to "swallow" Emlyn White, these flames suddenly burned like an explosion in the cultist's "body", igniting the dead grass and dried flowers.

There was a chance... Emlyn was overjoyed, and instead of retreating, he took out a brand new bottle of potion from his arms, and poured a bottle of blue potion on himself. Wisps of cold air quickly rose up on his body. Under the influence of the cold air, he endured the flames and ran quickly towards the cultist's body.

Under the protection of the potion, the flames would only cause him some damage that would be quickly recovered. And when the roots that replaced the bones in the body were ignited, the damage suffered by the cultist would obviously be more serious.

With the help of his night vision, even outside the sea of ​​fire, Emlyn White could see the human figure in the flesh and blood struggling to break free from it.

He could clearly see that the source of these roots came from this human figure. Although this person only had an upper body left, it was obvious that this was the source of this out-of-control monster!

It was like a candle, his whole body melted into this monster... Emlyn thought in his heart, but there was no delay in his actions.

He quickly took a few steps forward, took out the "Water of the Sun" in his arms, and poured it on the monster's head.

The golden liquid dripped drop by drop, and the monster's wailing paused for a moment, and then the sound became more tragic. Emlyn felt his scalp numb as he looked at the out-of-control monster that continued to squirm forward.

Even though he was like this and suffered such extreme injuries, the extraordinary person in front of him who believed in the primitive moon was still not dead!

Guided by his spirituality, Emlyn White pulled out the revolver he had warmed from his arms. He pressed it against the head of the deranged Beyonder and fired several times, plunging all the bullets directly into the cultist's remaining body. A sun-like flame ignited within its skull, rendering it completely motionless.

Half of these demon-hunting bullets were specially replaced by Emlyn with bullets made of spiritual materials from the solar field, in order to quickly kill this out-of-control Extraordinary person while being promoted!

Emlyn was well prepared and didn't want to fail in this "hunt".

Seeing the Beyonder in front of him completely lose control and lose all movement, Emlyn White's lips curled up slightly. He pulled out a potion in a red bottle and took a few steps back before unscrewing the bottle.

While throwing the potion, he turned his back downwards, made a "leap of faith" gesture, and fell rapidly toward the bottom of the apartment.

Along with the expanding firelight, he opened a pair of bat wings that seemed to be made of dark mist, quickly weakening the impact of his landing, and then soared into the sky.

When Emlyn arrived here, he didn't hear a single heartbeat in the apartment, and the blood, flesh, and dead grass that spread throughout the apartment later made Emlyn even more certain of his guess.

Following a violent explosion, Emlyn White stood on a distant rooftop, gently pressing his hat and letting the wind from Backlund blow his windbreaker up.

……

"Lack of reason still has a great impact on these children. Perhaps the human nature and individual wisdom mentioned by the high-dimensional overlookers are also a variable in the ethnic group."

Among thousands of wriggling creatures, the fallen Mother Goddess sitting in the Kingdom of the Earth Mother Goddess looked at the light curtain in front of her:

"It still needs some adjustments... But Emlyn White, Mr. 'Moon'. I can indeed give him a commendation."

"He's doing a good job."

Writing and saving manuscripts...

Chapter 326 Heart to Heart

"Dear Mr. Fool, I have killed the believers of the original moon, and I found..."

Klein endured the grumpiness of being woken up by the somewhat reckless Mr. "Moon" Emlyn White and sat on his throne, listening to the news that Mr. "Moon" had brought him.

The followers of the "Original Moon"...isn't the "Original Moon" a disguise for the Fallen Mother Goddess? Did you really let Emlyn White, the one you've been watching, and your followers kill each other?

It's really hard to understand the Outer Gods' concept... Such a concept of equality... Klein gently rubbed his temple and said to Mr. Moon in front of him:

"I see."

His tone was low and calm, as if Emlyn White had crushed an ant instead of a believer in an evil god or a recipient of his grace.

After finishing his prayer to Mr. Fool, Emlyn took a deep breath.

After he submitted the completion of this mission to his family, he was still a little worried about whether he would be contaminated by the evil god because he killed the cultists who believed in the evil god - it felt uncomfortable to be contaminated by the evil god, Emlyn It had almost gone out of control once before.

Klein was already sitting on the gray fog at this time. He was thinking about whether to ask the Fallen Mother Goddess about her intentions, but then he suppressed the thought.

In any case, Klein is quite wary of foreign gods and the fallen mother goddess.

Now, according to the information provided by the Goddess of Night and the True Creator, his good fellow countryman and good partner Gao Wei is very likely to be a member of the Outer Gods. Therefore, the attitude of the Fallen Mother Goddess towards himself and the Earth is worth discussing.

Perhaps... Klein lowered his consciousness, left the gray mist, and let his spirit return to his body.

He has also thought about the worst case scenario, but now the alien gods have invaded the earth. Whether it is the fallen mother goddess or the high dimension who is most likely an alien god, they have no influence on the earth at present. It is because they have good intentions towards the earth. The biggest evidence.

I still don't have the power... If the sequence was high enough, I wouldn't have to worry about so many things. Klein sighed slightly, sat down at his desk, and lit a candle.

There was not a brighter gas lamp at his hand, but as Klein watched the candle gradually melting as the flame burned, he felt particularly at ease in the slightly dark room.

"Do, do, do."

There was a gentle knock on the door, and Klein turned his head and looked at the door with some confusion. The next moment, a voice sounded outside Klein's door.

"Mr. Dantès, what's the matter? Do you need help?"

Richardson? Why is he here? Um, did he see the fire in my house?

However, it is already late at night and he is still awake...

Klein thought for a moment and said gently to Richardson outside his room:

"I have nothing to do, Richardson. Ah, come here for a moment."

I may be able to use him later to contact the Eastern Balam Restoration Congress in the Southern Continent. This is not only related to Mr. Azik, but also to the belief about the God of Death spread by the goddess.

"Here I am, M. Dantès."

Richardson walked in with a nervous tone, and Klein keenly noticed that this valet from the Southern Continent, with Southern Continent blood, had a dark complexion on his face that even his brown complexion could not hide. eye socket.

Klein looked at him, probably knowing what he was worried about.

After all, it was already late at night after he was awakened by Mr. Moon's prayer, and Richardson looked tired now, as if he hadn't slept all the time.

He was worried that those people would find him... Klein once again showed a gentle smile, stretched out his hand, and said to Richardson in front of him:

"sit down."

Richardson immediately became a little reserved and shook his head slightly:

"Monsieur Dantès, I...I am just a servant."

His subtext was that he was not worthy of sitting with his master.