Four hundred and thirtieth nine chapters a glimpse
It has to be said that the name Amon is really very valuable. If it were anyone else, the Night Emperor would never let go of the opportunity to deceive the other party. However, facing Amon, the world's strongest deceiver, the Night Emperor would act decisively.
I chose to give in. After all, any extraordinary person with some qualifications will understand that except for the true god, no one can dare to say that he can afford to offend Amon.
After he completely transformed Prince Grove's body into a shape suitable for him, Integra left the Ghost Empire with the Hand of Order and the characteristics of the Creator. Of course, she did not forget to get a MI9 agent.
Bundle.
After all, she is a person with a bottom line. It's Grove's fault that he didn't listen to advice. These little guys finally led the way (the Ghost Empire uses the extraordinary characteristic aggregation, and only the Judge path can reach the captain's room)
Of course, Tegula would not leave them on the island to die.
On the Black Pearl, Novat felt his scalp numb when he heard the obvious vibrations coming from behind him. He did not dare to look back to see what changes had taken place in the Ghost Empire, so he could only say with some restraint:
"Ms. Integula, how should we report when we return?"
"It doesn't matter, just tell the truth, but considering that I lost a demigod and a level 0 sealed object this time, I'm afraid your life will be difficult. I remember that you are all from noble families, right? Be more showy when you go back.
At least let your family know that you are back in Backlund, so that you can be safer."
Integra stood on the bow of the boat, looking into the distance with unfocused eyes, but his words were clear and coherent.
As children of nobles, how could the surviving six not understand what Integra meant?
Only six people in their twenties returned, and one demigod was lost. Even if they were not angered, they would definitely be suspected. Maybe some big shot would simply let them "die" in the mission in order to bend their consciousness.
Yes, but MI9 is an agency of the kingdom after all, and their family has some energy. As long as they return from the mission and have the support of their family, they will not disappear from the world.
Of course, no matter what, you will definitely not be able to pass strict scrutiny.
"Thank you for the reminder." Novat and his companions expressed their sincere thanks, but Integra waved his hand indifferently:
"It doesn't matter, I will send you to the Gargas Islands. As for the rest, it's up to you."
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After arriving at the Gargas Islands, Integuerra disappeared again, and Ersino appeared on the Golden Dream with Lily.
Although it sounds a bit strange, in Snow's view, the Golden Dream is definitely one of the most suitable places for promotion——
Compared to Byam, who is a mixed bag of dragons and snakes, Backlund is full of strong men, and the pirate ship is floating on the sea and will not be easily noticed. The promotion environment is very ideal.
He didn't even alert Edwina, and quietly came to the promotion room. After hanging the promotion, do not disturb sign outside, he began to mix the potion.
The characteristics of the Silent Disciple, which were like rotten flesh, fell into the bowl and were wrapped in a crystal ball formed by insects. In Snow's slowly infused spirituality, it slowly melted and turned into a cup of turbid black, glowing with little starlight.
A magic potion that looks like a starry sky painted with oil paint separation.
"Karl's Dragon." Snow picked up the beaker and looked at the liquid in it. He couldn't help but have some expectations in his heart. According to the information given by White Horse and Feima, this will be the stage of qualitative change in the ability of the Paradox Path. If he said it before
All kinds of operations rely on the huge spirituality provided by the One-Child Hammer. If he can overwhelm people with his strength, then after drinking this bottle of magic potion, even without the One-Child Hammer, he will become T1 or even T1 in Sequence Three.
The level of t0.
"I didn't skip class this time, so there shouldn't be any problems, right?" Snow thought for a moment, but took out Made in Heaven, and after praying respectfully to the true Creator, he finally took out the magic potion. Drink it in one sip.
Although the ingredients are very strong, the potion itself is magically tasteless. In fact, if the bottle had not been empty, Snow would even doubt whether he had really drank the potion.
But the magic medicine did begin to integrate into his body.
Then, the change began.
Snow wasn't quite sure how to describe this feeling. To be precise, his only thought at this time was that he was disappearing.
It is not the disappearance of invisibility or teleportation, but the erasure of all traces bit by bit from a conceptual and existential level.
It was as if he was being forgotten by the whole world.
But what is surprising is that in this extremely terrifying state, Snow did not seem to have the slightest bit of panic, or in other words, his panic seemed to gradually disappear with this process.
Just when Snow's last ray of consciousness was about to disappear, he suddenly felt a trace of attraction. Although he no longer had the ability to think, following his instinct, his consciousness flowed into the end of the attraction, which was a person sleeping in the light. In the cocoon, there is a man who is three-thirds similar to Snow, but has soft facial features similar to that of an elf.
Thoughts and shadows merged, and Snow's thinking ability began to slowly recover. At the same time, he also realized the nature of this path of consciousness.
In the process of being promoted to the Dragon of Karl, one's own existence will disappear completely, and at this time, the fictional existence becomes the "shell" that hosts one's own will and maintains one's own existence.
This shell itself "does not exist", so it will not affect the magic potion's transformation of itself, but it "exists", so it can protect itself from disappearing.
In fact, the reason why Snow wanted to visit the Ghost Empire before his promotion also included the idea of "fabricating Integra to let the Night Emperor recognize him", in order to prevent Klein, who had not become a demigod, from not meeting the ritual conditions. possible.
But now it seems that Klein still meets the condition of being a great being.
The transformation of the potion passed the most dangerous stage, and Snow's body began to reappear in the world.
As his body gradually strengthened, Snow's consciousness once again separated from the fictional "ancestor".
But at this moment, everything in Snow's perception changed.
What he saw was not his own body, or rather, more than one body. In his perception, there were thousands of identical bodies.
It's not a lie, it's not an illusion, it's a version of yourself in a different timeline, and the only thing that can be used as a reference is the spatial coordinates anchored by the mystic's characteristics.
There is no doubt that the last step to be promoted to Carl's Dragon is to find the correct self from the slices of countless timelines.
"Fortunately, I didn't skip class this time, otherwise even Zhenzao wouldn't be able to help..." Snow was glad that he didn't skip class because of Zhenzao's help. With the help of his previous experience in the Ghost Empire, he quickly locked in some details. He knew the correct timeline and rushed in without hesitation!
In the process of overcoming the side effects of Lorenz's Butterfly, Snow learned one thing, that is, once you believe it, don't hesitate anymore!
Absolute confidence is the key to seeing through the mists of time!
Confidence without any confusion shattered countless bubbles in the overlapping timelines. Snow's consciousness was once again integrated with his body. At this moment, through the endless slices of time, he caught a glimpse of white mist.
Huge amounts of knowledge poured into his consciousness in an instant, almost completely destroying his sanity. However, as time slowly disappeared, the process of instillation was forcibly interrupted, but the shocking glimpse before gave Snow A haze was left in my heart...
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Department, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment just changes in vain.
The aroma of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to clean away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.
