Chapter 191 Villains who work hard

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"Adam—Adam."

The Declined King boredly squeezed the toy in his hand, pressed down the blond human's left eye, and made a soft popping sound in the eye socket, then watched the eye slowly repair itself and swell again.

He put his thumb against the temple of the avatar and pressed down hard, as if he were pinching a decompression toy. The temple of the avatar was deeply sunken and the eyeballs bulged out horribly.

If we had to find a similarity in human behavior, it would be pinching bubble wrap to pass the time, and they also made similar sounds.

"The door to the land abandoned by God is about to open for me."

"Origin, I can at least get one of the opportunities for the Kingdom of God to come to the real world."

The current form of the mythical creature no longer has claws, teeth or bones, but this does not prevent it from tormenting others.

He grabbed the avatar with one hand like a doll, stretched out his index finger with the other hand, gently placed it on Adam's abdomen, slowly applied pressure, and finally penetrated his abdomen to create a large transparent hole from front to back.

In this world similar to the kingdom of God, illusory blood scattered like light and shadow, and the avatar's eyebrows twitched twice, but still endured the instinctive reaction of pain.

But the painful time it has spent has been so long, and endless negative emotions and painful memories have filled the corners of its memory. It is emotionally unbalanced like a human being, just waiting for the day it is detonated.

"Endure the pain and restrain fear. It's useless to attack your mind if you want to make you slide towards humanity. To deal with the best psychiatrist in the world, direct harm is more effective." The outer god said to him leisurely,

"It seems you don't want to say anything."

"Will your body also endure pain?"

He was speaking, but the words he spoke did not belong to any language. Each syllable seemed to be produced by human vocal cords after aging and tearing. It was like the rustling of leaves, vines and dry branches blown by the wind.

Rubbing against each other, the sound did not come from the ears, but sounded directly in the virtual personality's brain, arousing goosebumps one after another.

This virtual shell didn't even open its mouth, it didn't even bother to pretend.

He looked down at the toy in his hand, and curled his fingers to touch the lively beating heart - this was what Adam saw. In fact, it should be a more bizarre and terrifying scene, such as those dry and rough branches piercing himself.

The abdomen, while fixing his body, extends

A small branch pierced into his own internal organs - the horrible feeling of his heart being rubbed turned into extreme negative emotions and rushed into the virtual personality's mind. It moved slightly, and then the brain went blank, and the negative emotions

It disappeared without a trace, only the pain continued.

"Your true form is much harder to deal with than you. I don't have time to spend another hundred years torturing Him..."

As this terrifying guest from the stars spoke, he used the branches and roots imitated as hands to interact with Adam's organs, treating the human body's abdominal and chest cavities as a puzzle piece, changing the positions of the internal organs at will, and filling the piece in different ways.

puzzle.

Just torture the virtual personality. No matter how the creature is transformed by divinity, it still has instincts, just like subconsciously closing its eyes when seeing others punching, and flinching or even phantom pain when watching others get hurt. Put more than a hundred

The countless pain, joy, hatred, despair, and thoughts of giving up over the years... are all saved and collected, and pressed deep in the mind of the virtual personality.

As a virtual personality consistent with Adam, is it not natural for the main body to be affected by the pain of the subroutine when it returns?

It doesn't speak, it's so boring. Thinking that angels can survive in an environment without air, the King of Decay crushed his lungs.

"Human beings" need to breathe, and the virtual personality that recognizes itself as a human being naturally also needs to breathe. Watching it lose its previous "operation mode", the outside god suddenly opened his eyes wide with a ferocious and twisted expression, and was satisfied

Accept this part of the pain.

Heart, arteries, lungs... The human body has too many fatal weaknesses, so in what form will the weakness of the "visionary" manifest itself? Of course, he certainly knows that gods and angels are not weak in the physical sense.

place, but he still felt that if the "ideologue" had a fatal weakness, it would undoubtedly be the brain.

"You should have heard of 'Brain in a Vat'."

The Decline King's eyes fell on the cold sweat-covered forehead of the avatar, and he whispered with interest:

"Referring to Al Suhod's writing, can a writer's brain continue to arrange stage plays and put them into reality? Can it serve as the core of a huge system, constantly carrying out fantasy and calculations?"

"Say something, or I'll think you don't need a throat or vocal cords."

The virtual personality was silent for a few seconds and was forced to think: "Are you going to attack the main body?"

"You can only think of this..."

The Outer God sighed in a very humane manner, pinched the avatar's neck with two fingers, and crushed it lightly. The avatar's head rolled to the side like a ball without a rope. The avatar's head seemed to have been hit hard. The avatar looked at

When it reached its back, its spine was broken, its vocal cords were torn, and the flesh and blood inside its neck were separated, leaving only the outer skin still connected. It could no longer make a sound for a short time.

It happened that he had nothing to say, so he simply closed his eyes and tilted his head to pretend that he was dead. Because his mind was in chaos, the roots of the Outer God could always gently touch his cerebral cortex when he was trying to regain his senses.

Full of malice, it twists its only rationality into inarticulate babble and nonsense, making it as uncontrollable as an epileptic patient.

The main element of the human body is water, and piercing a person's body is actually no different from piercing a bag filled with water. Without extraordinary characteristics, the body and the form of mythical creatures that have only been strengthened once do not have much defense...

...The Declined King fiddled with Adam's head and straightened his head even though the spine was broken.

He always had to fix the props after kneading them, after all, they still had a use.

The virtual personality's limbs were constantly twitching, and its two eyebrows came together like insects, enduring unimaginable and endless pain.

"I won't catch Him, because He will come to me and fall into my hands."

His voice had an almost hypnotic magic power. In an instant, the avatar felt that the pain in his body disappeared, and he even felt a little relaxed. When his consciousness returned, if it hadn't still been unable to control his head and throat, he would have almost suspected that everything he just encountered was

hallucination.

"Your struggle is in vain, just like human beings who are destined to slip into the abyss of death."

"Your body cannot escape my grasp, and you will all be controlled by me."

"Sacrificing others does not make you look like you have a big picture. You should lead by example and become a meaningless sacrifice."

"This is the curse I gave you."

"so……"

"Do you want to die now?"

The voice of the Outer God can be described as gentle.

He looks at the virtual personality just like a human looks at a tiny reptile. Life and death depend on His preference.

…

Edward took away the thin book covering his face, then opened his eyes, lay on the sofa and stretched out.

"Six hundred and seventy-two questions were asked, 13 were 'yes', and the rest were all rejections. Even if it only has a factory-set avatar, it still has strong patience and mental toughness." He muttered, as if

The container's half-asleep status quo and less serious acting resulted

He entered a state between an alien god and a demon. Then his expressions and movements began to become flexible, and the part of consciousness that made up "Edward Vaughn" came to the surface. Edward touched the glasses on the carpet that he had thrown away before taking a nap.

Put it on, stand up and get ready to make yourself a cup of coffee.

When the kettle began to steam, Edward also slowly ground the coffee powder. He always preferred the Fermo coffee from the Pas Valley produced in the southern continent, which has a rich taste. Without the high shipping costs and tariffs

, the price sold directly from the origin was only about two-thirds of what was sold in Loen, so Edward bought ten cans in one go and drank it slowly.

"In fact, as long as you surrender once, the rest is the icing on the cake and increases the success rate."

"The 'audience' approach is really interesting. I sit in the audience in the early stage and go behind the scenes in the later stage... Is this a natural way to write after seeing a lot? I just don't know what the writer has accomplished in these thousands of years.

What a masterpiece."

The hotel was filled with the bitter aroma of coffee. Edward took out the filter paper and filter cup, assembled and rinsed them, put in the coffee powder, and then slowly added water to them to filter out the coffee solution.

After more than ten minutes, He got a cup of warm coffee, about 300 ml.

Looking at the unremarkable brown-black liquid surface of the coffee, Edward had a sudden idea. After letting it cool down, he added milk to stir the coffee.

"If I remember correctly, the full name of the writer is 'fairy tale writer', right? Although it may be just a prefix added by the creator's personal preference, but look at Adam, who has written so many arrangements and wars, what kind of cult fairy tales are they?

…”

At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun had not yet set in the Southern Continent. Edward sat at the window with a cup of coffee and began to process the recent backlog of intelligence information. He drank an corner of the devil's path symbol in the latte art in one gulp.

"The North family chose to establish a major cooperative relationship with the Church of Steam? Well, the dark night is too risky and the storm is difficult to deal with. They chose the food industry, where they can purchase large quantities of Church of Steam machines. This is the right approach."

Edward gave a casual reminder:

"Carry out normal business struggles to expand industry, show your own brand, and show ambition appropriately, then the church will feel that they control you."

"Try to gain the trust of the church in the early stage and strive to become the main food supplier for Loen's rear during the war."

Directly tampering with the frontline rations is much simpler than the demons living in the corners of the southern continent one by one and performing murders. What's more, during this period of time, there is plenty of time and space to "properly" allow some competitors to disappear.

The Demon Family was grateful for the response, and the leader, the talker named Milan, expressed his loyalty and gratitude for the umpteenth time.

Young and ambitious people are always easy to control, no matter whether they are demons or not. The North family was originally the most powerful of the three demon families, but because Beria had surrendered to the Mother Tree of Desire early, he was slow to pledge his allegiance.

And was suppressed. After being suppressed for nearly a thousand years, the North family, which had become the worst-off among the three major families, couldn't wait to rush over and hugged the legs of another newly promoted demon king.

He is called the most loyal among the three families.

Of course, talking about loyalty to a demon is a stupid thing.

If you have to say what the devil is loyal to, the answer can only be his own desires and power.

After finishing the North family's prayers, Edward turned his attention to the two young men he had chosen in the Southern Continent.

In a sense, people who can pray directly to God and have a high probability of receiving a direct response from God are favored by God, but God himself does not think so. He does not favor anyone equally, and answering prayers is just
To be continued...