We were supposed to be following the daily life of anime, why is it the end of the world?

Guan Linchun's heroic and exaggerated smile, and the fighting spirit burning on Li Youba's pretty face, were all like this.

Including Kato Megumi, who was in a state of breath blocking, the girl seemed to have sensed something was wrong and tried to do something to stop it, but was ultimately a beat too late.

Not only these people, but even Takata Yukiji, who took the initiative to plot against him, was also frozen in the state of holding his mobile phone.

Lin Moze could clearly see the half-open, sly smile on the other person's face.

That smile seemed absurd and funny in Lin Moze's eyes, like a clumsy clown who was suddenly deprived of the right to perform on the stage and could only awkwardly maintain the last exaggerated expression.

Is time stopped? Or is it some kind of mental speed-up?

Lin Moze thought silently in his heart, and turned his gaze back to the female creature opposite him who possessed an inhuman demonic charm.

The other party seemed to be floating above the ground at this moment, and every step he took was accompanied by ripples of illusion and charming notes.

Her body was also surrounded by various strange translucent creatures composed of pink and black liquid bodies. They danced gracefully, weaving an endless carnival hymn for her.

The strange and captivating singing voice flowed out from her cherry-like lips, as thin as a thread, like a living elf, quietly sneaking into Lin Moze's ears.

The song seemed to carry some kind of ancient spell, and every note was teasing the listeners' nerve endings, trying to break down the defenses of reason and make people indulge in the illusion she weaved.

The woman slowly raised her slender white hand, with her fingertips slightly curled, and gently reached out to Lin Moze's cheek with an elegant yet deadly intention.

The fingertips had not yet touched the skin, but they had already left an invisible touch in the air, foreshadowing the intimate contact that was about to come.

However, at this moment.

Bang! Lin Moze suddenly raised his hand and slapped the other person's outstretched hand away. At the same time, he frowned, with a look of obvious disgust on his face:

"Sister, I am a married man with several girlfriends. I am a pure lover. Please respect yourself a little."

The palm of the female creature with demonic charm froze in mid-air, maintaining a posture of wanting to touch but not yet touching. The charming smile on her face also froze, replaced by a look of astonishment and embarrassment.

There was a hint of surprise in her eyes, as if she had not expected to be rejected so directly and mercilessly.

No! It should be said that she had never thought that Lin Moze could still maintain a rational conversation with her under such circumstances.

This sudden rejection was obviously unacceptable to the other party.

Her eyes instantly changed from astonishment to indignation, and the weird aura emanating from her body instantly soared.

The faint and captivating singing voice suddenly became louder, sweeping in like a storm. The sound waves surged in the air, forming circles of invisible ripples that struck people's hearts directly.

The song was no longer just temptation, but was also mixed with strong provocation and unwillingness, as if it wanted to use the power of sound waves to forcibly break through Lin Moze's defense of will.

The surrounding environment seemed to be affected by the singing; the pink mist and halo suddenly became thicker, covering the entire venue like a dreamy pink curtain.

They rolled and surged, echoing the demonic aura of the woman, creating an exotic space full of temptation and danger, as if to completely blend reality and illusion.

“She” straightened her back again, ignoring her previous setback, and stretched out her hand again.

During this process, her originally fair and tender palms began to be covered with purple-red skin color, her nails became dark purple and long and narrow, and her five fingers even had a twisted feeling like tentacles.

This time, even if the other party could still react, he would not be able to resist her touch.

However, a crisp "pop" sound was heard again.

However, this time, Lin Moze no longer slapped her hand away, but slapped her hard in the face.

The slap was so powerful and merciless that it instantly broke the pink illusion created by the other party.

The other person's face shifted instantly under the slap, and her hair swung violently. The impact force at that moment made her entire head spin on the spot.

"You're in this GHS with me, right? I'm telling you, I finally caught you today!"

Lin Moze pointed at her, his face full of righteousness.

This slap completely stunned the other party, and the charming light in his eyes suddenly stopped.

After several seconds, the frozen air was finally broken.

Her face suddenly twisted violently with anger, and her originally fair skin was instantly swallowed up by the surging purple-red waves.

At the same time, her body began to undergo amazing changes. Her originally petite and graceful figure seemed to be forcibly stretched by an invisible giant hand. In just a few breaths, it soared to more than three meters, completely subverting people's perception of the female form.

Her soft and graceful lines that were originally completely feminine did not disappear. Instead, they were displayed in a more exaggerated way on her rapidly taller body, forming a strange and shocking beauty.

At the same time, the body of this unknown being began to show androgynous characteristics.

Although her curves were still alluring and her waist was still slender, her shoulders had broadened, with muscle lines visible beneath her purple skin, exuding a wild sense of power.

Although her facial features still retained the charm that was enough to drive mortals crazy, her enchanting eyes were burning with wild rage, and the upward curve of her mouth contained a bit more coldness and sarcasm.

Obviously, at this moment, she has become the embodiment of the will of some terrifying existence, an existence beyond the scope of human understanding.

She stood in the twisted space, with evil energy fluctuations all around her. That inhuman yet captivating posture, if it really appeared in the real world, would be enough to drive everyone present except Lin Moze crazy in an instant and turn them into her loyal fans and believers.

"But unfortunately, this is not the real material world."

146 I gave you face, didn't I?

"But unfortunately, this is not the real material world."

Lin Moze's calm voice sounded. He looked directly at the person opposite him who was suspected to be the incarnation of a certain evil god, and was not affected at all:

"So please go back first. I'm very interested in the phone you're hosting, so I don't want to destroy it for you."

As he spoke, he raised one hand. Behind the seemingly casual movement, there was an extremely powerful force, as if an invisible giant hand began to slowly squeeze and expel this existence that was suspected to be the will of some evil god.

Obviously, this frozen time thinking space came from the monster on the opposite side, but at this moment its authority was easily usurped.

Faced with this sudden oppression, the evil god's incarnation on the opposite side's originally elegant and charming face instantly twisted into a painful and hideous picture.

The sweet voice that once intoxicated countless souls has now turned into a harsh, hoarse roar, like the cry of a trapped beast, filled with unwillingness and anger.

It chanted an ancient language that no one could decipher. It was a curse from the abyss of chaos. It tried to fight against the overwhelming pressure with evil power.

But even so, the opponent's figure was still retreating little by little.

It began to struggle desperately, digging its hands into the ground. Twisted meridians popped out from under its skin, and its nails almost embedded in the solid ground, leaving deep grooves.

The flowing mist surrounding its body expanded wildly under the pressure, like a boiling whirlpool, trying to resist the powerful force that was forcing it back to its original form with the power of endless desire.

In the fog, countless distorted human figures, illusions and nightmares intertwined and entangled, forming colorful and terrifying barriers, trying their best to resist the invisible pressure.

At the same time, the mobile phone held tightly in Tian Fangyuji's hand began to tremble.

As the evil god's will violently resisted, fine cracks began to appear on the surface of the phone, spreading like a spider web. In the cracks, faint light flickered unsteadily.

At the same time, the suppressed posture of its incarnation was reversed in an instant, and it began to resist and struggle tenaciously, taking steps outward again little by little.

The surrounding air became thicker and more oppressive, and the temperature dropped sharply, as if even the light was swallowed up by its powerful evil.

A kind of laughter with fascinating charm echoed in this quiet space. It was a unique tone that mixed ridicule, anger and expectation, and it wanted to drill straight into people's brains.

Just as the diners' laughter was getting louder, Lin Moze's voice, which contained a hint of anger, suddenly sounded, instantly drowning out the creepy seductive laughter:

"You bastard, am I giving you face? You really have never seen a high-ranking being! If you keep pretending to be cool, I will let you fly!"

Following Lin Moze's high-quality speech, a tremendous force instantly swept the entire audience. The power was so strong that the evil god on the opposite side instantly lost control of his will, and was forcibly dragged forward like a kite with a broken string.

In the face of this sudden force, the evil god's struggle seemed so powerless, his laughter stopped abruptly, and was replaced by extreme astonishment and panic.

In the blink of an eye, the opponent's figure was dragged in front of Lin Moze by an invisible force.

Without hesitation, he stretched out his five fingers and grasped the evil god's incarnation's androgynous, stunningly charming face with incredible precision.

The whole action was as fast as lightning and unstoppable without any delay.

Facing this incarnation of the evil god who was over three meters tall and had terrifying power, Lin Moze displayed absolute suppression power.

His willpower was like an invisible iron clamp, squeezing and contracting the huge body of the evil god's incarnation, causing it to shrink rapidly amid painful wails until it was only about one meter in height.

The form of the incarnation of the evil god was distorted, pain and humiliation were intertwined on the face that once enchanted everyone, but now he could only helplessly endure Lin Moze's punishment.

Then, Lin Moze's eyes became more fierce, and he clenched his five fingers into a fist and exerted force suddenly. With a muffled "bang", the body of the evil god incarnation instantly collapsed like fragile porcelain, turning into countless fragments that flew everywhere.

The fragments shone with a strange luster in the air, and then quickly dissipated, turning into a mist of pink and dark purple.

When the last trace of the opponent disappeared into thin air, the seemingly frozen thought space around Lin Moze suddenly shattered like glass.

The figures that were originally solidified like sculptures instantly broke free from the invisible restraints.

The stagnation and silence in the air were broken by a sudden vitality, and the river of time resumed its due rhythm at this moment.

People's eyes turned from blank to normal, and their bodies began to sway naturally after a brief pause, as if they had just woken up from an unspeakable dream.

At the same moment, the mobile phone in Tian Fangxing's hand suddenly burst into a dazzling light, as if something exploded in his palm.

The light illuminated his face, which still had a smile on it, and his expression turned into one of astonishment.

With a crisp "pop" sound, the phone suddenly flew out of his hand.

The mobile phone drew a bright arc in the air, and was caught in Lin Moze's hand before it hit the ground.

The introduction panel of the mobile phone also popped up in front of Lin Moze:

〖Name: Hypnotic mobile phone (damaged)〗

[Type: Props]

〖Description: A magical item created by the God of Love and Beauty, ■■. It contains a trace of will and power bestowed by the other party. It can hypnotize others to the extent of cognitive modification. It can hypnotize three subjects in total, and one spot is currently occupied.〗

〖Features: Click on the only App device inside the phone, and show the pattern in it to the object whose cognition you want to modify, and the hypnosis will be completed. In the subsequent process, the user can modify the cognition of the hypnotized object at any time, which is unstoppable except for divinity and corresponding high position and resistance.〗

[Note: This item is already in a damaged state and cannot be used normally.]

Looking at the scene in front of him, Tian Fangyuji's eyes were full of confusion and horror at the situation before him.

He is not a stupid or reckless person. If the hypnosis phone itself did not have divine power, he would not be able to use it so easily against a four-star opponent.

His original plan was to wait until the meeting decided a final winner before using this prop.

But after he heard Lin Moze admit that he had reached the four-star level, he directly chose the other party as his hypnosis target.

In fact, if Lin Mozhe showed the ability of a spellcaster or mysticism, then Tian Fangyuji might be more cautious.

However, the biochemical mutation-type power displayed by the other party made him speculate that the power possessed by the other party should have nothing to do with divinity, and then he took subsequent actions.

147 You have many tricks

In this brief yet long moment, Yukiji Takata's brain was working rapidly, trying to analyze and respond to this sudden crisis.

The next second, the high-tech combat suit on his body fluctuated violently as if it had life, alternating between expansion and contraction, as if an invisible force was stirring within it.

Then, this set of equipment helped him burst out with amazing speed, making him retreat backwards like an arrow, trying to distance himself from Lin Moze in front of him as quickly as possible.

Yukio Takata didn't know why his hypnosis phone had failed. It was clearly a powerful prop that was said to be blessed by divine power, and he had used it once before, and the whole process went very smoothly.

But now he has failed.

Despite the doubts and anxieties surging in his heart, he did not lose his composure.

He is not the kind of reckless man who would dare to attack a four-star directly.

Of course, Yukiji Takata has other backup plans, but he needs to find the right time to use them to turn the tide.

The ability of Lin Moze on the opposite side is obviously related to biochemical mutation, so he needs to keep his distance to avoid being killed instantly!

However, reality did not give him any breathing space.

Just as Takahata Yukiji retreated and tried to create some distance to implement his subsequent strategy, a chill suddenly rose from his spine.

The strange tendrils that emerged from Lin Moze's body were as flexible as snakes. In less than a second, they wrapped around his neck with swift and precise movements.

With the sudden force of the tendrils, it pulled upwards, and Takata Koji's body instantly lost contact with the ground. His feet left the ground and he was suspended in the air like a doll picked up by an invisible giant hand.

These tentacles were like cold tentacles from the abyss, with their ruthless strangulation and suffocation force, clamping Takata Yukiji's life on the brink of death.

The other person's body was struggling instinctively, his legs flapping around unconsciously, trying to break free from the invisible noose.

His hands tightly grasped the tentacles that were tightening his throat, and the moment his fingertips touched them, he felt a cold, slippery, and unshakable alien touch.

The breath of life was being taken away bit by bit, however, what was shocking was that in the face of this situation, an abnormal smile appeared on Takata Yukiji's face.

The smile did not reveal fear, but a strange confidence and provocation:

"You should... just kill... me!"

He said this as if he had some trump card that could turn defeat into victory.

Then, time passed by one second at a time, ten seconds, half a minute, one minute...

Every passing moment left a mark of death on Takata Koji's face. His originally healthy skin color quickly faded, replaced by purple-black bruises and signs of hypoxia.

At the same time, Takata Koji's expression also changed rapidly.

From the initial confidence of victory, to confusion, and finally to the extreme fear of being completely defeated, such a rich range of expressions changed constantly in just a few tens of seconds, which is really eye-opening.