Falosa closed the room where Sally cocooned to ensure that no one else would interfere.
Considering that the Rat Witch was likely to gain great power, Falosa was very surprised and a little disgusted.
In Falosa's view, Sally preyed on the rat people's beliefs cheaply and was a thief who squeezed out ideals. Everything about her was fake.
Strength and wisdom must be pure and come from one's own accumulation rather than the projection of external forces.
Now Sally has touched the realm of becoming a god before her, which makes Falosa very unbalanced mentally. On the one hand, she wants to become a god like Sally, but on the other hand, she is limited by insufficient resources.
More importantly, this undersea expedition exhausted Falosa's energy, and she had to take a good rest.
Xu Yang sent her back to the secret room. She was very quiet along the way, and her steps were extremely heavy. Xu Yang could roughly judge Farosha's psychology. She was a proud and arrogant person, and she would never tolerate anyone else in her field of vision who was more powerful than herself.
Strong, the changes in the Rat Witch have hit the red line.
"There's no need to rush for results," he said. "You have to give yourself some time."
"It has nothing to do with whether I am in a hurry or not. It is like racing against a monster." Farosha said. "If you run slowly, you will be overtaken and eaten. There is no room for accommodation."
She felt that she was far from strong enough.
"However, you have to act accordingly," Xu Yang advised. "If you want to rest, rest well and don't let other things occupy your energy."
Even though she was worried, Falosa still accepted Xu Yang's advice. There was no use worrying. What she needed to do most at the moment was to fully recover herself through a long sleep.
Falosa looked at the black door of the secret room, pushed the door open, lay down flat, and folded her hands on her chest.
"This is a serious stage of sleep." Falosa said, "It takes about 30 hours of sleep. During this period, you must protect this room and do not let others intrude."
"That's right." Xu Yang nodded, "Just sleep well for a day and a half, or two days, and don't worry about other things. We will take care of it."
Falosa stopped talking. She closed her eyes and listened to Xu Yang's footsteps gradually disappearing.
In the dark chamber, she felt particularly at ease. It was a safe place where no other evil forces were watching, and she could devote herself to her further evolution.
The first is the divine power of the ocean. She is becoming more and more able to control this divine power. In addition to controlling the tides, she can now further control things related to the ocean, such as storms and showers. They are gradually surrendering to Falosa. She gradually
She is familiar with the road, and after she performs the Seven Witches Ceremony, she will basically inherit the god's ability to control the sea water.
Once the divine power of the ocean goes wild, it will create relevant traces on Falosa's body. Her skin will turn into pliable thorns, webs will grow between her fingers, her face will be in severe pain, and gills will begin to grow. These characteristics will make Falosa feel terrified.
, so they will be stored deep in the soul.
Then came the power jewelry that Yan Duo gave to Farosha. She took out the jewelry from her arms and swallowed the power inside. The power of the sun gradually poured into Farosha's body. This part of the power is related to the sun and can easily create
light.
She shot out sunlight at her fingertips, illuminating the secret room, and the light danced brightly in front of her eyes.
The sun... is so warm and scorching. Perhaps because the sun itself is a vast and thermal existence, Yan Duo appears to be so kind and kind. However, it is precisely because of this personality incompatibility that Farosha believes in her
The sun cannot be used properly and can only be used as an auxiliary means.
The last step is to deal with the news about the mysterious person.
"Liar" Mika is said to have warned Yando before the war, so that Yando could make some preparations before Dirnai's arrival.
Known for lying and mischief, this mysterious being is a cat who looks a lot like Farossa from every angle.
When Falosa fled from the West, she also had contact with Mika. Her spiritual power was able to establish a subtle connection with him. At this time, Falosa restarted this weak connection and soon touched the distant world.
of Macca.
"Dingle bell." Mika made a thin sound, and its image was like a cloud of smoke, floating in front of Farosha, which meant that it had successfully established contact with Farosha.
"What do you want to do? Liar." Falosa said in a cold tone.
The mystics will naturally compete for the throne of God, which is the premise of everything. The mystics have basically reached the limit of their respective abilities, and are only one step away from the realm of God. They are already too powerful, and after tens of thousands of years of life, they have already
With no other pursuits, fighting for the throne of God is their final goal.
As a result, Farossa will not trust other mystics. In fact, she feels that their best fate is to be eaten by her.
"Here's the thing," McCa said softly, "I'm being hunted."
Unlike the previous use of golden branches to contact the forest lord, there was no relevant magical props to assist. This communication was very weak, and Mai Ka's voice sounded erratic. Falosa sat up and listened carefully to Mai Ka's voice.
"Who wants to hurt you?" Falosa asked.
"Actually," Michael explained, "I've been working at a newspaper as a reporter since the world entered the corporate age."
"You are so boring," Falosa said.
"It's interesting," Mike's phantom kept fluttering. "Other people in the newspaper office gradually discovered that there was a cat in the house that couldn't be driven away, and it would come back with clues about breaking news from time to time. At first, they liked me very much, until recently.
Many people found out that I had lived for over 100 years and were shocked."
"If this were an era when corporate alliances dominated the world, you would have been taken away by the Cat Masters." Falosa sneered.
"That's right, that's right." McCa agreed, "So I ran away, and now I'm on the streets of Constantiniya with no fixed abode, and even the coffee shops are driving me away. And you know, other
The mystics are all recovering, and I feel like my life is in danger."
"The Taixi Continent has the largest number of mystics gathered." Falosa couldn't help but think of this. The old Taixi Continent is basically synonymous with mystery, and humans only developed the company system after they sailed to the New Taixi Continent.
"That's right," McCa said hurriedly, "Look what Taixi Continent will look like. There are spear-wielding militants, blood-thirsty beasts, ice giants, and goddesses of love and beauty. Let's look at the little Taixi Continent.
Crowded with mystics... where can I go?"
"What does it have to do with me?"
"It's like this... I think I want to boldly ask for your protection." McCa said, "You see, there is no risk in having a kitten who can pick up clues to accompany you. If you want
I need help as soon as possible. Before Taixi Island has closed all external flights, I can buy a ticket and leave early."
"Who knows if you will cause trouble for me." Falosa said with contempt, "Don't contact me again."
"Oh, how cruel." Mike said sadly, but his tone was very relaxed, "I remember that the last place you appeared was Island Island, so I went to Island Island. I heard that the people there are kinder to cats.
.”
"Then come to the Islands, but as soon as you appear in my sight, I will kill you." Falosa chuckled, "Then, goodbye."
"Goodbye." McCa's phantom disappeared.
The liar Mika is a Thai silvery. Falosa thought to herself. It definitely doesn’t want to be as honest as it says, and it must have a bad streak.
After rejecting Mika's offer, Farossa closed her eyes and officially fell into a deep sleep. She fully rested and emptied all the fatigue and stress caused by this underwater expedition and never brought it to the next incident.
On the other side, Michael stood up in the small hotel room, jumped on the radiator, and looked at the tense Konstantiniya outside.
Passing through the towering city walls and intertwined buildings, white shuttles flying at high speeds were swooping down at low altitudes. They ruthlessly dropped large amounts of smoke screens, tear gas and anesthetic gas downwards to drive away the crowds on the streets.
The unemployed crowd gathered too much and tried to resist order. The company had to punish them with heavy blows. The rebels below also kept shooting at the killing machines in the air, trying to fight against these cold steel.
This is the fourth conflict that Macca has seen this week. A certain level of anger is shaking the entire city, and every day brings new bloodshed.
Macca believed that once it left, the city would return to peace. After all, it had quietly instigated these four uprisings.
It wrapped the accumulated belongings in a piece of black cloth and wrapped it around its soft waist. It used its claws to raise the window and crawled out from the gap underneath. It planned to run along the water pipe to the airport and sneak into a certain flight.