When! When!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two dark tentacles that were manipulated by tentacles with strange and delicate patterns were blocked by Aaron's strong mechanical heart, and the other was blocked by the pure black palm-sized pocket watch formed by his rapid spirit, and flew to one side.

The new "power man" who relies on the "Half-Hungry of the Old Pseudo-God" statue and the weird technology obviously did not undergo the systematic practice of magic power and skills. The other two tentacles were obviously not as flexible as the previous two. They just flew randomly in the air for a few times and landed on the relatively solid floor.

"Your Highness."

Taking advantage of Shameng's attack, Aaron deliberately suppressed the manic anger in his heart, turned to look at Evante, begging him to come forward and quell the big and small conflict as much as possible without fighting.

However, Evant did not immediately make his position, but instead slapped the "Imperial Core" pistol in the brand-new holster made of precious leather on his waist on the table. Instead, he picked up the "war report" just now and turned to the last page, continuing to make seemingly unfinished instructions on the current situation.

After his lips trembled slightly because of his anger, Aaron turned his body, sighed resentfully, picked up the pocket watch formed by the emergency spirit just now, and began to shake left and right like a hypnotic master in place.

The pure black pocket watch is filled with Aaron's rich dark magic power. Although the surface is covered with a layer of transparent glass cover, the interior is so pure black that it is almost impossible to spy on any mechanical parts in the dial. The outside is surrounded by a circle of glass, where golden silk thread is engraved with simple patterns representing the heart. Gray-black particles like dust are emitting outwards, but they have not yet disappeared.

"You are in the rank 5, and I am also in the rank 5 now. Since Your Highness has not stopped me, I have reason to believe that my strength is not inferior to you." Sha Meng's mouth cracked, revealing her fair and staggered teeth, and a tongue that was wriggling randomly, as if licking something covered with red liquid.

Immediately afterwards, he twisted his neck like those boxers active in the "underground world" of the empire, moved his wrists, making a "graceful" sound of bones intertwined, and then suddenly clenched his fists and made a fighting posture.

"The game of magic source power is not a fight, Shameng. You have not comprehended the essence of magic source power, nor have you touched the core of the gods, and you may not even know what the old gods were. You are just greedy for the feeling of being engulfed by power. Indeed, the power is very beautiful and splendid, and can even make our hearts thrill."

"This is true for humans, and for the lost. But the real gods hate fighting, which is a symbol of the barbaric era and not an inevitable product of the civilized world. In fact, you need to carefully consider the lost words I will recite to you next, and think about what you really need. After all, John and I are peers and friends. Now you want to fight with me is disrespect for the elders." Aaron began to try to "mislead and seduce" Shamon in tempting words.

"Survival of the fittest is the 'reason' that nature and gods tell us." Shamong's ability to comprehend is not weak, nor is he a person who is fragile in nature and is easily misleading.

In the confrontation of just two sentences, he woke up and realized the filming of Aaron, who was the [Temptation] in front of him.

However, his awakening was slower, and he suddenly realized that Aaron's pocket watch seemed to have become much bigger. It was the size of a palm just now, but now it is as big as a human head.

Even Aaron's body became much bigger.

The huge magic source power?

Sha Meng guessed in her heart.

He glanced around in confusion and caution, and he realized that the surrounding space was no longer the top floor of the "silent steel heart" and the temporary office area of ​​the crown prince, but a confused chaotic area intertwined with black and purple.

He looked up again and it seemed that it was not Aaron's huge change, but that his body was constantly shrinking and the rapid and obvious difference in body shapes, he felt a sense of oppression deep into his soul.

"It's indeed the [tempter], who can induce individuals and guide me into hallucination." Shamon exclaimed.

After a few seconds, he swept and relied on the information characteristics of Aaron and the [Tempter] that John explained to him in the city of Chekavsk, his brain, which was strengthened by magic power and technology, could perform complex multi-threaded and fast computing, quickly played a role.

"All this is illusion, induced by the power of the magic source. Once your brain trusts these illusions, the instructions sent to the body will be deviated, which is some of the truth of temptation. If you want to break the illusion, then the first thing is to question it, find loopholes in the illusion, and expand it, and eventually collapse the illusion and achieve victory."

Even though he was thinking about the strategy, Shamon did not launch an attack immediately. He was not very clear about the current situation of his body. Rampantly conveying wrong instructions would lead to a series of wrong judgments and behaviors like a domino.

Now we need to wait, waiting for Aaron to launch his attack.

"Sharmon." Aaron's ethereal voice that seemed to look down on everything, despise everything, and control everything came from Shamon's head.

In Shameng's eyes, Aaron seemed to be a great god standing in the universe. He seemed to be able to control everything and control everything.

It seemed like just a few seconds later, as if it was another few epochs later, Aaron's slightly sharp and harsh tone that had been expanded several times the volume was said:

"There was a prophecy among the old gods, 'In the mansion of Lalaire, Cthulhu, who was sleeping in his dreams.' If you don't even know this sentence and have never understood the meaning, then you must have been tempted by a stronger god, and you are destined to die soon, without exception."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "The very familiar whisper." Shameng suddenly changed his tone, and said with a deep and sinister atmosphere:

"As humans sing and singularly in the steam era, humans have lost their awe of nature. People believe that after defeating the dragon clan, they can defeat everything, defeat monsters, defeat extraordinary, and even defeat gods. Therefore, humans have been punished by the Creator and become unconscious and unconscious people who only know how to kill."

"But many humans have become lost people, just like you and me, when listening to the call of the Creator, they should help humans explore a path of harmonious coexistence with nature and gods as much as possible. All extraordinary things in the world are unknown, worth exploring but not risking. I believe that there must be civilizations similar to us in the bright stars in the universe. They may be more advanced, but they still follow the 'reason' formulated by the original sleeping Creator."

"You are not stupid." Aaron made a pertinent evaluation.

"Of course. Teacher John never taught me pure evil." Shamon smiled bitterly:

"Humans can only develop in nature, from a fortress, a city, a kingdom, and an empire. Nature is raising us, but instead of feeding them back, we plunder and ruthlessly compete. Perhaps this is the true meaning of my sudden admiration for the old gods. I may have realized something, maybe these coincide with each other."

When Shamon said the last word in this sentence, he heard Aaron's rapid cough.

Then came the humming whisper, and the sound of broken and broken glass products similar to that of broken glass.

Suddenly, he found that all the chaotic areas in front of him had dissipated like fog, and he returned to his original room.

A little surprised, Shameng looked at his four dark tentacles, three of which had been in an extremely unnatural state and broke from the root and fell on the wooden ground, while the other was wrapped by the black ribbons emerging from the pocket watch held in Aaron's right hand, almost breaking.

"You actually got rid of 'temptation', it was really wonderful." Aaron wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his face twisted slightly:

"Sure enough, you are not stupid. Sure enough, you know that the end of the wasteland world requires the premise of reaching a final reconciliation between mankind and nature."

"What else?" Shameng pulled back his tentacles and said in a deep voice:

"Mankind truly reconciled with nature and admired the gods again. When his feet firmly stepped on the solid ground and looked up at the vast starry sky, the sign of the opening of a new era. This is what Mr. John told me before his death. He is a selfish person, a dirty, stupid and evil person, and he chose to reconcile with himself at the end of his life. He suppressed the mania brought by the unintentional virus and calmly endured his destiny. When the silver bullet penetrated his scorching chest, he smiled... um... it was actually a smile. He finally said that he saw the angel, and the angel sent by the Lord to greet him."

"But you have to clearly realize that angels sometimes do not represent holiness, but rather supporters of evil." Aaron was a little angry.

He crushed the black pocket watch with his hands and gave up all the skills exclusive to [Temptation].

After all, for Shamon now, Aaron's temptation obviously could not have any effect anymore. He simply pulled out the "Shine-Nei Sword" hidden around his waist, and a sharp saber with a length of about fifteen centimeters that was full of steel, rushing towards Shamon.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

After all, compared to Shamon, a new "superpower" in the 5th rank, Aaron's body seemed very stiff, and his slashing and stabbing were not so skillful.

The attacks towards Shameng's head, the neck and chest were twisted by his gentle movement of body, and avoided. Finally, when Aaron focused on his mental strength and physical strength, he was actually attacked by Shameng's dark joint tentacles bounced open like a dagger and a dart blade, and directly passed through Ivant's head, cutting off a few light, oily and shiny hair, and then inserted it into the glass in a strange way, somewhat unphysical way.

"Enough!" Evant scolded impatiently and turned his body, and stopped the meaningless fight with a serious look on his face:

"You can fight in front of me. If the [warriors] from the legions in various places know, isn't that telling them clearly that there is a split in the empire? Let your soldiers make wrong judgments and have adverse effects on the battle situation. Do you think this is a wise thing?"

"Sorry, Your Highness." Aaron quickly retracted the dark magic power in his body and said to himself on one knee.

"I'm sorry, your highness." Shamon learned Aaron's actions, retracted all the magic power and the remaining tentacles, and also knelt on one knee, but looked at Evante with a sharp but not fearful look.

"If you have the ability, kill me now. If you do whatever you want, wouldn't it be a good thing?" Evant said angrily, slapped the "Core of Empire" pistol on the ground, making a crisp sound of metal falling to the ground.

"Don't dare, Your Highness. If you die, it will be of no benefit to us." Aaron said sincerely quickly.

"Yes, Your Highness. I have no conditions to continue to do research when the legion is in chaos. And even if I want to assassinate you, the sequential monster "Time Wheel Watch" in your hand will not allow it. In terms of power, you have an absolute advantage among us, and we really don't dare to kill the quasi-monarch." Shamon analyzed rationally.

"Just know." Evante said softly:

"In fact, one of the prerequisites for human beings to transform nature within a limited range is unity. Teacher, Shamon, the next battle requires you. And after the Socratic Legion officially arrives on the battlefield, you must quickly find out where the "Daughter of Mechanism" is and lead the army to attack and enter. I do not want to explore the gods, enter their realms, nor do I want to use them. For me, suppressing the possible rebellion of Socra and the first of the "Dream of Lalayer" that is harmful to the heavens, it is secondary to obtaining that mechanical heart that will never run out of thousands of years. After all, the technology left over from the old Cruzder requires such powerful energy support."

Evant said, raising his hand to signal the two to get up.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the "Core of Empire" pistol, put it back to his waist, and walked towards the wood grain metal door.

When he passed by Shameng's body, he suddenly stopped and whispered:

"Shammon, no, the so-called false god. I know who you are, and what another existence in your body is, but you will serve me in the end."

Then he quickly walked to the door, turned around and shouted to Aaron and Shamon:

"Keuxki is probably here. When you follow up, I have called Pusef, and a few upper-level officers will go to the third floor of the underground to watch the military exhibition. By the way, I also invited a artist named Vansuo who is proficient in painting and music. He should be a loser, but he knows some secrets of the golden piano and the "Sound of Confusion."

"By the way..." Evante smiled knowingly, reached out to tidy up his slightly messy hair, and continued:

"After this, my focus will not be on extraordinary things."
Chapter completed!