"You don't look like an instructor, but like a gangster who doesn't know where it comes out." Kyle stretched out his finger, as if he couldn't feel the heat, and directly snuffed out his cigarette butt.
"Oh, sorry, he's just used to it. Captain Kyle, how did you know that Wrien was an instructor before?" said the goblin in white coat, smiling reluctantly, and winked at Wrien.
Wu Ruin took out the lighter and lit the cigarette again without caring. He took a deep breath. The cigarette butt was directly on the cigarette butt, and he vomited mist for a while:
"I met him earlier than you. This kid came to my subordinates to train back then and suffered a lot."
Kyle's indifferent face, after hearing him speak like this, his skin twitched slightly. When he spoke again, there was a little emotion in his voice:
"If the training refers to a 12-year-old child who was exhausted after being exhausted by a fist and almost fainted after being hit by a fist, that would be considered."
Hearing Kyle's words, the goblin in white coat was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at Wrien, as if he was looking at a livestock.
"Tsk, before you improve the expertise strengthening methods for those melee pros, almost all pros in the goblin garrison have experienced this.
Condensing your expertise is an extremely dangerous behavior. Even monks who have been tempering their bodies for a long time and walking on this road with half a foot will have huge risks forcibly disobeying their physical instincts."
Wu Ruin threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground, and stomped it down, saying disapprovingly: "Please, professionals will die forever. If you don't use your iron fist to hit specific parts, it will stimulate your body.
The existing instinct, once the condensation of expertise fails, it is normal for the five internal organs to fail."
Kyle whispered "tsk".
Although the method of condensing extraordinary expertise in the era of Iber's Federation was quite brutal, he did not expect that more than 600 years ago, the method of condensing extraordinary expertise on this continent was so cruel.
Wrien lowered his head and took out a cigarette, lit it in his mouth. Seeing that Kyle's brow frowned even more, he raised his eyebrows provocatively, then turned his head to the goblin in the white coat and said:
"Okay, Dr. Osborne, if you have something to get in the car, you are willing to get out of your kennel. I guess it's not to see me, get in the car, and we'll talk on the way back."
Dr. Osborn nodded and looked at Kyle.
Kyle frowned, and the three of them got into a car, and drove towards Wandong City one step ahead of the convoy.
On the way, Wurien, who was driving in the front row, finally spoke again:
"Okay, Dr. Osborne, ask him directly if you have anything to say. Now, you can't find a professional who is stronger than him even if you count forward. I'm afraid...
There is a chance."
The Goblin Empire is probably collapsed, and what remains in Wandong City are just the embers of the empire.
Now the source of troops in Wandong City will only decline more and more, and under the influence of the counter-casting field device, it will become more difficult for professionals to advance.
Among the new empire's people, many people even don't know why the power of professionals arose.
The white-coated gossip nodded and smiled at Kylem: "Captain Kyle, I heard from the Speaker that you were parasitized by the monster 'grown-eating Slime' and melted some of the flesh and blood, right?"
Kyle narrowed his eyes, his stinging gaze wandered on the goblin researcher on one side, and finally said lightly: "Is there any problem?"
"I heard that when you were young, you secretly wrote to your father's boss, saying that the undead and monsters were supported by the gods, and if you need to achieve results, you must take the beheading action as soon as possible.
Otherwise, once the gods use God to descend, our plan will be destroyed instantly. Unfortunately, no one cared about the method of a human child, let alone adopt it."
"Maybe I was just guessing at that time? When the monster itself merged into the mainland with the dungeon, it was not recognized by the world's will, and compared with normal continental races, it was more animalistic.
Because the dead are eager for the flesh and blood of the living, they highly respect the behavior of trampling on life, and are even more difficult to control.
I don't think it's reasonable for such an aggressive monster and a dead soul to launch attacks on the goblin empire in such an orderly manner, but you're blinded by the firepower of magic equipment and heat weapons."
"Look at you, you dare not admit it even if you dare to say it!" Wurien suddenly laughed.
The cigarette that was sucked into his stomach just now spurted out along his slightly open nostrils, with a sharp look: "I remember clearly that when you came to the camp with your connection and said you wanted to become a professional, your eyes were firm.
Not like a child.
Of course, it’s not just you, but the group of rangers under your command… tsk, forget it, when I didn’t say it, at least at this moment, you and I are still comrades-in-arms.”
Kyle was a little silent for a moment.
He didn't know whether Wrien was testing him or had already reached a conclusion, but no matter which one it was, it at least showed that Wrien had begun to doubt his identity and the raiders under him.
Damn, the situation is so troublesome now!
According to normal historical echo replicas, in order to help the dungeons integrate into the dungeon as soon as possible, World Will will start from scratch to provide the dungeon staff with a scientific and reasonable identity.
In this case, it is rarely heard that anyone will be found by the creatures of historical echoes and dungeons... unless they are idle.
But now, he felt something was wrong.
The car stopped and the ground entrance to Wandong City arrived.
"If you're here to ask me this, I don't think there's any need to continue," Kyle said, turning around and pushing the car door open and leaving.
"Wurion! You said you--" The goblin in the white coat pulled Wurion hard, but did not pull it. Obviously, she was a little uncomfortable with the vulgarity of the real power controller of the goblin mixed brigade.
"That's why I said, I hate working with you gossipers, so why should I be careful in temptations to that kid?"
Wrien threw the cigarette butt in her hand out of the window, took out the flattened cigarette box from her pocket with one hand, and wanted to pull out another one.
He knocked on the cigarette box, it was empty, his face was twitching, and he cursed, his head stretched out of the window and shouted to Kyle who had turned away:
"I know you are very strong now. If you only count the compatriots in Wandong City, even if you take into account the strongest guys among our goblins, you are no longer on the same level as them.
But believe me, don't look for that guy. Your damn girl has no chance to beat the King of Monsters. Even if you win, it will be useless. Don't forget that the most dangerous ones are never those guys standing on the surface.
...
The West Coast was broken, and our people were basically dead. The one who started was the King of Monsters, but the mixed brigade involved, and the one we couldn't live without was a God-selected person.
We want to leave, but we have no chance. Do you understand?"
Kyle paused for a moment and then walked forward.
"etc!"
Wurien sternly said: "I can guess what you think. Who among the people present doesn't want to kill the coalition forces of various countries, but there is no chance. Do you understand?
Before they could see the final bomb, we exploded along the border line and achieved good results. Soon they dispatched the Gods' Chosen to use the power of the gods to resist our mainstream combat weapons.
.
Since then, it has been difficult to realize the idea of fighting for our lives.
You are very strong, but you have your limits. When facing the final bomb, there is no difference between you and me, unless you plan to use yourself as bait like the Xihai Blade back then, and blow them all into the sky without distinguishing between the enemy and me...
…”
"Wurion!!" The white coat goblin raised his voice and interrupted Wuerion's words angrily.
"Captain Kyle, please don't get me wrong." The goblin in white coat got out of the car and hurried forward. "The Wandong City Research Institute has made some discoveries recently. It may be able to turn the situation around, but I'm afraid you will help with the test."
"Forget it, I'm very busy."
Kyle lowered his head, suppressed his emotions after a moment, with a hint of apology on his face, "Sorry, I'm a little tired today. Please tell us about the "Sea Thorn Snake" matters."
"No, no, no, I was disturbing you, but I still want to tell you..."
"Feel sorry."
Kyle said again, turning around and walking away.
After a while, my white coat was stunned, my face was a little depressed.
"Wurion, see what you did!" said the goblin in white coat to Wurion in distress.
"Hey, what do you know? Do you think our speech is good for him? Before that kid was a soldier, he was a professional..."
Wurion laughed, with a casual expression.
People like them are not so easy to speak simply. They either ask their superiors to give orders or ask them to make their choices on their own initiative.
As for making him change his mind by using his words? What a joke?
How could Wrien not know that smoking and drinking will affect the physical performance of professionals, but she should not be exhausted and should drink.
A person like Kyle who does not smoke, drink, is not close to beauty, and is not obsessed with power will only be more firm in his mind.
"He obviously doesn't want to deal with us. If he doesn't agree, we will never have the last chance!" The goblin in white coat was a little distressed.
Wrien, who was beside him, took a breath, suddenly burst out, and punched him on the face of the goblin in the white coat, hammered him to the ground, and Martin's boots stepped on the face of the goblin in the white coat:
"If I have the opportunity to go to NMD, if I am in charge of Rangers, when I receive the order from you to give you the palace back, I will cut off the person who gave the orders as soon as possible."
Wrien was furious like a lion.
He was a supporter of the idea that “for the victory of the war, there will always be some necessary sacrifices”, at least before this battle.
But now he found out that he was wrong, he was very wrong!
If the war between countries is a continuation of politics, then the war with the believers of the gods is to seek the possibility of survival.
The purpose of the war was to survive, but on the day the defense line on the West Coast was completely defeated, when he faced the God-Selected Person who was hiding in the group of monsters, he suddenly felt that all the battles were no longer important.
Now he just wants to save the lives of his surviving compatriots, as for the war with the Lamb of God?
As long as there is the existence of that monster (the chosen one), it will only be a one-sided massacre!
"Ahem~ Sensibility is not the emotion that we think tanks in the combat center should have." The white-coated goblin spitted a mouthful of blood foam, and a tooth mixed with blood foam splashed on the ground.
"Perhaps because the superiors knew that you guys could talk. After all, someone would have to execute the order, but it wasn't a coincidence that that person wouldn't be you."
Wu Ruin said sarcastically: "Maybe you are worried that you will do anything to explore the mystery of the world and the mysterious phenomena? After all, there seem to be many madmen in the research institute who try to find the mystery of the gods from the corpses of the evil gods, for example, they once dominated [
You are the Ladder Plan].”
The goblin covered his cheeks and smiled, reluctantly standing up: "Maybe we just want to chase the ultimate beauty of the world? To be honest, I envy you very much, at least you don't know anything."
Wurien spat with disdain on his face: "What? Just kneel down next to the evil god's corpse like you, begging for the power of a corpse?"
"That's not the case. Maybe I would rather put the body on the operating table and slice it and study it well?"
The goblin murmured, picked up the glasses that had fallen aside, and said to himself: "Maybe in your eyes, we are such a group of irresponsible liars?"
After all, as far as I am concerned, I am shouting the slogan of studying gods for the benefit of the entire goblin and the entire continent, but in fact it is just to use the wealth resources of society to satisfy my greedy desire for knowledge and satisfy my mysterious universe and truth.
The joy of beauty.”
He wiped his gray glasses clean with a white coat and put them on. The afterglow of the setting sun was reflected on the lenses, and he couldn't see the look behind his lenses.
"Why, don't you think about begging Kyle to save you?" Wurien said sarcastically.
The goblin in white coat pushed the mirror frame and a slightly distorted smile appeared on his face: "No, I just suddenly realized that I had made a stupid and ineffective move just now, and instead ignored the most important point.
Wrien, I thought you were on our side, but now it seems that even you will be blinded by the power of the chosen ones, and you are not a suitable candidate."
"Oh, yes!" Urien's anger was not gone, his face was full of ferociousness, "Yes, I was scared. When I faced the chosen one, I knew that I would never resist Him again.
It's right.
But so what? Kyle is different. He is strong enough. He hasn't reached the limit yet, and he has never seen that guy. He has a better chance of living than any of you.
I originally thought that his escaped thinking would weaken his courage to fight, but now it seems that this is a good thing. He can at least think calmly now, rather than being swept by the fanatical atmosphere of war and losing his calmness as a decision maker.
”
"So you want to stop me?" The goblin in white coat spread his hands.
"No, I'm a soldier, but I think if you ask me to enlighten that kid, I'm sorry, it will backfire."
Hearing Wrien's words, the goblin in white coat smiled: "As long as you don't stop it, that's enough."
It was night, and twilight came, and everything was quiet.
Kyle, who had vented his anger from the coast, dragged his heavy steps into the base.
When passing by the alley at the entrance of Wandong City, his footsteps paused and turned toward the silent alley.
In the darkness, he met a pair of lost eyes again.
"Didn't I tell you, would it be safer at home?" Kyle's eyes were slightly chilled.
The human girl Mira, who was leaning against the trash can, subconsciously trembled, buried her head and said, "There is no home."
“…”
"He~he doesn't want me anymore." The little girl, whose emotions calmed down a little, was silent for a moment, and her voice was slightly deformed due to choking.
Kyle smelled a strange smell on his nose, and his eyes became deeper: "No, the children who are still alive have been loved by others."
"West, I didn't see my dad in the car I came back from the West Coast." The little girl tried hard to blow her nose, but her eyes were still red and swollen.
Kyle was stunned for a moment, his head turned slightly white, and in a trance remembered the dull conference room, someone said, "Two days ago, there were many brothers dead on the West Coast", and the few returning convoys.
He felt his words pale for a moment, so he shook his head and said, "He may want to save the world. If you cry, he will not be able to protect everyone with peace of mind."
"He's dead!"
"...Yes, he's dead." Kyle's voice became deeper and deeper, "It was the "god" that killed him. Remember this word, it was the monster that brought the end of the world and took away your father."
"Strange thing?"
Kyle's eyes were a little cold, and his thin eyelashes were hanging down: "Yes, monsters. They like to occupy the brains of cowards, so that they will never think of anything except waving their tails and begging for mercy on themselves.
Sometimes they will give it hope like a full cat playing with a mouse, and slowly take away its life."
Mira's eyes became even more fearful and she said in disbelief: "Why ~ Why are they so cruel?"
"Because that is their way of living, in order to gain strength, they will inject poison called faith into living objects, allowing them to spread throughout their bodies and into the depths of their brains."
Kyle recalls the research results of a necromancer who was surrounded and killed by the chosen ones in his previous life because of blasphemy.
Kyle's pronunciation was very clear and murmured: "After the gods rely on them, the 'poison' called the power of faith will be manifested and spread throughout the body.
In less than 24 hours, the power of faith will use the human body as its nest and hatch into a more aggressive special force, "divine power".
After the birth of divine power, the special power released will replace most blood vessel walls of the human body, take root inside the body, form special hormones that replace endothelial cells, and further liberate the power of our body. In this process, the spread of divine power will cause the body
Happiness will make God's chosen one become a captive of happiness without hesitation.
They call this a fusion with God, and it is a proof that God's chosen ones go beyond their own limits.
However, the addictive nature of divine power is too strong, so the chosen one will lose his judgment of pain, sink into it, and become the toy of the gods who have recovered from his body, and be at his mercy.
What awaits them is to stop breathing in the suffocating phantom pain and spreading happiness, and turn into walking dead manipulated by gods, so you understand….”
Kyle squatted down, gently held up the girl's face, looked at her eyes that were already flooded with tears, and said lightly:
"So you understand? This is the gods, and the happiness of hallucinations distorts the truth, deprives human intelligence and creates the living undead, which ultimately comes to eat people. Hate them, because they, your father will never come back again
Now.”
Mira's eyes were a little confused, obviously unable to understand.
Isn’t hallucinating happiness also happiness? At least there is still a chance to meet your parents in your dreams.
"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it." Kyle let go of her hand holding her cheek and slowly rubbed her hair, "So, don't cry, I'll tell you a story."
Mira lowered her head and shook her head as if she was a little resistant, but Kyle's voice became deeper and deeper: "If you are the dazzling paladin in the sacred temple, you have sworn to God that you will protect the innocent and weak and kill the demons and evil spirits.
One day, on the way to exorcism, you meet a nobleman preparing to steal a girl. During the entanglement, the girl's hat accidentally fell off, revealing the horns on her head. You know, she is you who want to kill.
The devil.
But she was very clean and had no bloody smell, and she should have not hurt anyone. If she were human, you would save her without hesitation.
But she is a demon, and your identity has made you worry. You hesitate, not knowing if you want to save her and leave.
But you have solemnly sworn before God to protect the weak and make an oath that is incompatible with the demons."
The confusion in the girl's pupils reflected Kyle's pale but increasingly firm face.
His eyes were full of fatigue, but the heavy words were constantly elevating: "Most demons do evil. Do you think you choose to turn a blind eye or turn your oath and shout out the sentence with the flame of hatred.
——
God, please forgive me!"
The little girl was silent for a long time, her eyes gradually brightened. A hoarse cry came from her tender throat, as if she was asking for help: "Will the knight come to protect the Demon Miss?"
"No, he still abides by his oath."
"Then why did he repent?"
"Because he will protect the Demon Miss from the nobles, and then... the nobles and her are killed by him."
"Is Miss Demon going to die after all?"
"Yes, but the Paladin will be gentle."
"is that so?"
"So..." Kyle's eyes seemed to be swallowed by the abyss, and his fingertips slid down her torn clothes, with a deep sadness in his eyes, "God, please forgive me!"
Glutty Slime Queen, Ester, Awakening.
The slime solution flashed with fingertips swallowed Mira's body.
Kyle watched her struggle in the solution of plundering life, and the burning smoke rolled over the stinking smell of corpse.
She staggered to the ground, and the sugar-water yellow peach packaging that she had thrown on the ground was swallowed by Ester with her.
A non-human roar sounded, and the rotten arthropods of the undead who pierced the skin from behind, were crushed into a ball of paste by Ester before they could break out.
She struggled toward Kyle in the turbid solution, her lips opening and closing, and Kyle could no longer hear it.
His body was straightened and said gently: "It will be very soon, at least I will let you die as a human."
A roar of evil wind came from the dark alley.
[Liuxin's Certificate], open all your efforts!
Boom ~
The collapsed stone wall, the scattered flesh and blood, and the burning blood flames of Miran's withered life slowly disappeared, and Kyle's face was numb.
Mira had long been dead, and what was alive was just a container that was about to hatch the dead.
"Tsk, first Grandpa White, then these little girls... these coalition forces from various countries have to let me stand opposite them?"
Kyle's voice was a little impatient.
The rain in Wandong City cannot cover up the malice.
Kyle believed that there was a child named Mira. In order to protect her children, her father fought bravely on the front line and eventually fell to dusk on the west coast.
So, he at least hopes that the child can die as a human being, rather than being killed by himself as an enemy.
"Those undead..." Kyle took a deep breath, "Have you hid in the water again and tried to create a new undead?"
At this time, the communicator's "Didi~" prompt sound rang.
"Didi~"
The communicator prompt sounded, Kyle looked at the girl who was almost swallowed up, and took a complicated look at the communicator:
[A message: Captain Kyle, Wandong City Institute sincerely invites you to come and watch. If you are still persistent in the future of the Goblin Empire, or rather, persist in the future you want to protect, please believe that we always have
Moving towards a common goal]
Kyle glanced at it, and sneered for a long time.
What a joke, do you want me to go?
…Ten minutes later…
The Wandong City Institute welcomed an uninvited guest.
"Welcome, Captain Kyle." Dr. Osborne, who had a sand cloth on his face, was a little confused. "I hope you can get the results you want here today."
"I've read the message you sent." Kyle walked steadily in front of the goblin in white coat, and his sharp eyes made Osborn smile embarrassedly.
Although I was a few years older than this inhuman captain, I always felt a sense of uneasiness from the bottom of my heart when facing him.
Damn it, I should have come to him lightly, raised my head and said to him, "It is your lifelong honor to get my invention." Which step was wrong and would it turn out like this?
"Since you read the message, we must have reached a consensus on this."
Kyle stopped and looked at Dr. Osborn indifferently: "It's not a consensus, it's just forgot."
"Forget it?" He chewed his mouth, "It's a pity that I can't understand this feeling."
"Why do I kill your whole family and let you experience it?"
"Then you are afraid you have made a mistake. After the evacuation, I will have only a son."
Dr. Osborn smiled, "The Snowfield Operation that led to the Sword Crazy being captured by the coalition forces and transformed into the God-Selected One, he is one of the soldiers who assisted you. In that battle, except for the Sword Crazy who has now become the God-Selected One.
There are no living people outside White Simtia.”
"You can actually laugh... You are better than me." Kyle looked at the man again.
The white coat said calmly: "I thought the cold wind in Osilia could not blow away us, but since it dispersed, it dispersed. Compared to this, I have more important things to complete, and you are the most in this plan.
The key part, so please.”
He made a "please" gesture in front of him.
"You are amazing!" Although I don't like this kind of goblin, my mentality is indeed strong enough.
The Osilia Snowfield is a public area adjacent to the City of Wandong.
That year, Wandong City implemented a plan called "Operation Snow Field".
The plan was to dispatch almost the top 11 professionals in Wandong City and more than 100 goblin elite gunmen at that time. The heavy machine engineer assisted the purpose of catching the special parasitic undead that appeared for the first time.
To be precise, that thing should be called the Holy Beetle Revenant.
Although the capture was successful in the end, no ordinary profession survived. Nine professions died and one was destroyed. The deposed old White even had time to hand over the container that captured the remnant of the Scarlet Beetle to Kyle, because of his body
Gradually lost control and almost occupied the body by the gods.
Later... Later, in order to avoid the "self" after the "saint's arrival" harming Kyle, Old White decisively chose to escape and leave.
When he saw it again, he had become the "Choice of God" standing on the side of the Holy Brinia.
All of the above happened before Kyle's memory revival, and can be seen as the "settings" about Old White in this historical echo-like dungeon.
Of course, if Kyle can hit this dungeon to reset, everyone will leave the dungeon directly, and Old White will not have any problems.
Trouble... No wonder the world will think that its sideline problem will determine the difficulties it faces in the dungeon.
If he takes the coalition forces of various countries, then Old White will still be his ace killer.
But if he wanted to save more residents of Wandong City, Old White would become a powerful enemy that hindered his strategy.
Kyle strides forward. It was the first time he himself entered the research institute in Wandong City. After entering, he was very surprised by the chaos inside the research institute.
The not-so-spacious hall is randomly placed with computer-like equipment. The dense grid and wires are entangled with each other, which is an electrician nightmare. In the huge glass jars, a large number of organs are suspended in the liquid.
Most of the researchers present looked tired, and their wrinkled gowns made them look less like rigorous scientists, but a group of semi-crazy beggars.
Kyle lowered his eyes: "Do you just do research with this state?"
"What else?" Kyle walked slowly in a white coat. At this time, he realized that although he looked different from a human, Osborne's complexion was not very good.
There was also blood scab on the white and chapped lips.
"you……"
"We don't plan to leave." Dr. Osborn interrupted Kyle's conversation: "No, no, no, according to the current situation, if you evacuate again, the final research facilities will not be saved. Since this is the case, then
It's better to stay right away."
"You will definitely have a chance when you leave with them," Kyle said.
But the long-lasting silence made the emotions in Bai Dagu's eyes more complicated.
"Listen, Captain Kyle, eliminate the creations of those gods, the earliest life we discovered in archaeology has been born twenty-one billion years ago.
From the initial intellectual life 85 million years ago to the creation of the goblin empire, from the perspective of the macro world, life is not a frequent visitor to the world.
On the individual side, we are as small as dust. The history of civilization is magnificent and long to us. There are countless countries on the beach that have been beaten to death by waves, but looking at the mainland, the inheritance has always been there.
It is just a transfer from one country to another. Although it will weaken, it will be inherited. But now, if our Wandong City is also destroyed, there will be no real inheritor of the will of the goblin in this world.
I only know that the gods do not want the goblins to exist. Although we can laugh here now, we still maintain the appearance of a goblin, but we will be fixed until our ending is."
“…just stick to the past.”
The goblin in white coat looked at the colleague who was in a hurry and smiled gently: "If the sun shines in the future and flowers and plants are blooming on the road ahead, then we will not be the ones walking in this world."
"No." Kyle raised his head firmly, "The goblins will keep alive."
"Hahaha, that's why I said that Wurion, who knows nothing... Is it important to live? Is it like a corpse to be considered alive?
You, those Rangers, or the Sword Maniac who has become one of the God-Choose, should be able to understand our situation….”
The goblin in the white coat smiled and tears flowed down, "This is the wonder of life. Wurien, the war-first faction, wants to leave a spark for the remaining people, but the escapee like you are willing to accept our conditions.
Is it to save your partner? Oh, it’s such a wonderful human heart!”
Kyle said indifferently: "The war has been going on for many years."
"It should be said that it has ended for many years, otherwise why did our Wandong City become a part of the historical echo?"
“…”
"Is it strange?" Dr. Osborne showed a gentle smile on his face.
"I'm really a little surprised. Logically, under the control of world consciousness, you shouldn't be aware of this." Kyle sighed.
As expected, Wrien's words sounded strange to him before.
Now Dr. Osborn has proved this...that is, the senior executives of Wandong City have long realized that they have become part of the dungeon.
"So how did you find out?" Kyle was a little curious.
He has never heard of the existence of a dungeon of historical echoes, where there are beings who can see that they are just reflections of history, rather than actual existence.
In fact, in many cases, even players rush into this type of dungeon and tell the residents:
"Hey, you are actually dead in history. Now you are just fake things copied from historical echo dungeons!"
Most of the time, there are not many dungeon natives who will believe it.
After all, you will know just by thinking about it.
If you live in a metropolis all year round and don’t really go out and see it, then one day, someone suddenly appears and swears to you:
"Oh, little brother, you are actually dead and seem to be alive now, just because God has replicated you again and devoted yourself to this metropolis.
Listen to me, V me 50, I will take you out of God's cage!"
At this time, if you exclude the middle-aged teenager, most people will only regard the person who says this as a brainless person, and will not really believe that they have failed.
Not to mention a Wandong City that was surrounded by armies of several countries.
Kyle looked at Dr. Osborne, frowned and said, "Since you have known it a long time ago, why is it for you to stop acting yet?"
"It's not that you don't act, but that you're useless... If you don't recover your memory and cannot get your cooperation, then continue to follow the established history, no matter how many methods we exhaust...
The final outcome will still be the end of destruction.”
"In this way, we have become your saviors? Should I be honored?" Kyle said.
Dr. Osborne did not answer Kyle, but just continued to walk forward.
"Here." Dr. Osborne's expression of pride appeared on his somewhat tired face, "Let's take a look at our best masterpieces in the years."
Seeing Kyle coming to the huge glass container, everyone's eyes were focused.
From their faces, Kyle read a sentence: Finally something useful, let’s end it soon!
He glanced at him and was stunned. His face rarely could not suppress his emotions and began to twist.
"What is this Gou Ba!"
Seeing the living creature floating in the glass container like twisted tentacles... above the living body, he actually felt his breath.
Even Ester, who had been silent on his body, poked his head out of the gap in Kyle's clothes and looked at the living tissue curiously.
"That thing looks delicious?" This thought flashed through its mind
As for Kyle, he had already broken the defense and he recognized what it was.
He pointed at the thing tremblingly and said, "Don't tell me, this is made from the flesh and blood of the evil god you killed back then?"
Kyle approached her white coat and said, "Does it look good? The corpse is somewhat more magical than nanomaterials, but unfortunately it is alive and not everyone can tame it."
"I know." Kyle replied angrily.
He knows, of course he knows.
In the Gate of the Lower Realm, there are two things that have "common versatility" that can be called a wide range. One is the dragon. There are too many parts on the dragon that can be used as various mysterious system materials.
Every year, more than a dozen new uses of different dragon materials can emerge, feeding the vast number of mages, pharmacists and alchemists.
Another type is considered to be a more advanced flat material for dragons...the divine body.
If the gods had not taken over the power, they would have probably been eaten by greedy lives long ago and needed to be raised.
But even so...
"Your [Ladder Plan] is to make this thing? It's not that those gods want to kill you, you are digging their roots!"
Kyle has seen that flesh and blood...
Around the 7.0 version of the game, a special equipment called "God Killing Artifact" appeared on the road.
These equipment existed in the form of flesh and blood at the beginning. Once it blended with the blood of some people, it could be transformed into certain types of specific equipment at will.
These seemingly extremely Cthulhu style equipment have only one purpose, which is to integrate the flesh and blood of a certain type of god, and even the origin, pull the originally immortal gods out of the long river of fate, and eliminate them forever...
In the end, everything about that god will be absorbed by the "god-killing weapon", replacing the god with weapons and exercising the power of rules.
Of course, before this thing successfully absorbs the power of the gods, it is at best an excellent equipment.
...The following is not charged...
Once a day, I want you
Collection, recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, automatic subscription! I want to squeeze you out!
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Falling Diary:
【Diary of Sheep Friends】
A certain author’s friend: Luoluo, are you so happy?
I have no idea
A friend of a certain author: Be careful
Me: Hum
A friend of a certain author: I encountered something extremely sad. My phone is iPhone XR. In the past, my big tail was as long as XR. I went out to find my sister last night and found something was wrong. I felt it was wrong. Then I gestured with my phone.
, shorter. Measured, it was a little more than three centimeters shorter.
Me: Puff!!!
A friend of a certain author: I didn’t fall asleep last night. My big tail disappeared. From now on, I am just an ordinary Chinese bull.
Me: No, you are actually an ordinary bull. You are an excuse (shocking sound)!
A friend of a certain author: Actually, I have doubted it, but fortunately I was bored before, I took photos and went with my phone. I was sure, it was shorter.
Me: No, you joke, I am so happy
A friend of a certain author: Smile, wait until you get back to your suffocation, and then your big tail becomes shorter, it's my turn to laugh. What a pity, there are still many beautiful girls who have never tried my big tail! Alas
Me: You are a technician, it will not affect you
A certain author friend: Damn
Me: If they don’t have them, they will try their best to call me. You have to believe in their professional attitude
A certain author friend: Good guy
[Plot Tips]
The historical echo copy can be repeatedly brushed, so don't worry about tragedy. It will lead to a pretty good ending. Let me raise my emotions first.