Jon stared at Klein and suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Children, don't imitate others casually, you will get slapped."
Although Klein didn't know what "pout" meant, it must not be a good word to say from this nasty guy.
His expression calmed down and he said to Jon: "I only have one last question left."
Jon leaned back: "Ask."
"If infiltrating can be regarded as gathering intelligence, so as not to alert the snake... Maybe there is still a part of you that has been idle for too long and wants to experience the elegance and taste of life at the bottom. But why should you let Abu, that honest and honest Bailang worker, see you?
Where is your true face?"
"This question -" Jon deliberately protracted his tone: "What do you think?"
Guess your uncle!
Klein took a deep breath.
This long-lost heartache is my lost youth.
never mind.
If you don’t want to say it, don’t say it.
Business matters.
After making up his mind, Klein made a monkey gesture towards Jon and said, "Bring it here."
Jon was not stingy and directly pulled off the artificial death god on his chest.
Klein took it and also tore off the embryo for transplantation from his chest - the physiques of extraordinary people are always different from ordinary people, and they would not be affected much if they were forcibly removed.
"Whether it works or not depends on how effective my secret technique is." He took a deep breath and muttered to himself.
As the words fell, the two masses of sarcoma gradually merged into one under the guidance of gray filaments.
Klein immediately relaxed and cheered from the bottom of his heart: "Wuhu!"
Seeing this, Jon smiled and said: "The creation and growth process of the artificial death itself is to cultivate the poison. It uses human beings as carriers, and the higher ones devour the lower ones. After completing the transformation of the first form, they can become more independent but without their own consciousness.
Of course evil things can also devour each other."
He touched his smooth chin and guessed: "The original witch probably wanted to use the members of the Artificial Death Sect as a pilot to release the embryos of the Artificial Death God on a large scale. When the war is won, the Goddess of the Night will have no time to take care of it and completely control the Spiritual Cult.
Henan Continent released artificial death embryos on a large scale and used an entire continent of people to raise Gu.
Finally, harvest a powerful King Gu and then devour it, sharing the power of "death" in this alternative way."
Klein was stunned for a moment.
I couldn't help but murmur in my heart, 'Maybe that's what the original witch thought'.
No way.
He picked the wrong opponent.
Let’s delve deeper into the conspiracy theory: Could it be that Chick was the “Lord of the Storm” and the “God of Knowledge and Wisdom” who deliberately pushed him to the front to test Jon’s bottom line?
The more Klein thought about it, the more he thought it was possible.
but.
Those deep games are not something that his Sequence 3 can participate in right now.
No matter if he is the "Storm Lord", "Primordial Witch", "Hidden Sage" or "God of Steam and Machinery".
Now, I only need to do one thing
——Save the innocent people of Balam here!
"I'm starting." After saying to Jon beside him, Klein re-implanted the new artificial death embryo into his body.
Mobilizing the power of Origin Castle, gray thin lines extended from his back, flying in the wind.
Jon curled his lips: "I suggest you bite the lighter if you don't have a job. You don't have to go around stealing other people's ideas."
Don't worry about stealing or not.
It's mine when it comes to me.
Klein was unmoved and began to use the half-baked 'grafting' power in advance as the person of Origin Castle.
It's a coincidence.
No matter what level he is at, he can always use the unique abilities of the next stage in advance.
The ability to summon historical projections was made possible by Jon, but 'Stealing (Error)', 'Communicating (Gate)', and 'Grafting (Fool)' were all figured out by him.
But he saw that the artificial death god on Klein's chest continued to grow. In the blink of an eye, it burst his clothes and formed a chrysalis!
"I should take a picture of you first..." Jon stared at Klein who was serving the devil with his body, and did not forget to remind him: "Be careful, this thing should be given to Azik for use in the future, don't break it.
.”
"Got it." Klein responded angrily.
At the same time, the artificial death god matured and actually broke out of his body.
After all, the changes here could not be hidden from others.
After a brief period of shock, the ordinary workers were horrified.
For a moment, I didn't even notice that the strangeness in my chest had disappeared.
Abu watched 'Ake', who he had interacted with not long ago, turn his head and mutate, and his mind went blank for a moment.
no……
Wait a minute……
Eh?
Still dazed, the familiar 'Ah Qiao' rushed over and grabbed his sleeve.
"Brother Abu, run quickly. If you run too late, your life will be lost!"
Abu was like a puppet on a string, being pulled by the other party for a long distance. Until he was initially out of danger, he seemed to suddenly remember something and couldn't help but ask: "Wait a minute, isn't Ake your cousin? You just left him behind like this."
Is it really okay if he doesn’t care?”
"Ah, yes, yes, but no one wants something like this to happen." Jon spread his hands and pretended to be surprised: "Hey, brother, the "gift" on your chest is gone."
After being reminded, Abu subconsciously lowered his head and looked down.
Sure enough, the throbbing sarcoma disappeared at some point, and his chest returned to its original firmness and smoothness.
"Roar!!!"
At this time, the roar of the monster from behind interrupted the conversation between the two.
When Abu looked back, his legs became weak when he kicked, and he almost fell to his knees.
Quetzalcoatl, what on earth did he see?
The pale meat ball looked like a hill from a distance. What was even weirder was that the meat ball kept squirming and changed into various distorted faces from time to time. In that quick glance, Abu even saw a few people who were familiar with him.
The words are divided into two parts——
The method of cultivating the Artificial Death is like releasing water from a dam. First there is a hole, and then everything becomes easier to deal with. Extraordinary aggregation, the Artificial Death attached to his body is like a whirlpool, constantly attracting other cells.
The artificial Death God, who originally had only a little bit of spirituality, continued to rise in level after devouring and absorbing other cells, all the way from Sequence 9 to Sequence 5, only one step away from becoming a demigod!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Unfortunately, people from the Spiritual Religion finally arrived in a hurry and interrupted the process.
"Out of control? No, you are an extraordinary person!" The leader was a demigod, with a smooth and shiny head, and the top of his head was covered with scars, looking extremely fierce.
"Mr. Maguire, don't worry about that guy for now, our plan was successful!"
"Death is about to mature!"
"Kill him, kill him, and bring back our God."
There was a lot of chatter all around.
Greed flashed in the eyes of the bald man known as Maguire.
Although I don't know how the mutation occurred.
However, it is a definite fact that the gods are about to mature.
Even if this 'god' is only a part of the God of Death, it is enough for him to get a lot of credit and avoid a lot of trouble for subsequent promotions.
He is like a farmer, and the ‘gods’ are the fruits of his harvest!
Klein couldn't help but frown.
The only person in charge of a camp is a demigod?
But after thinking about it carefully, he understood.
Although the Spiritual Church is domineering in the Southern Continent and can be called the state religion, in fact, its strength is far from that of the Church of Night and the Church of Storms.
Even Heitel is only a Sequence 3 saint. It is already rare to have a demigod stationed here.
Thinking of this, Klein took a deep breath.
In this case, don't blame him for being a weakling and bullying the small!
Unless there are special circumstances, if a high-sequence opponent faces a low-sequence opponent, it will be a fight.
Seeing Klein's powerful strength, the members of the Spiritual Cult who were so excited finally came to their senses and shouted: "Spare your life!"
Klein was as cold as iron and turned a deaf ear to the other party's begging for mercy.
Kill kill kill!
The passing of life is the soil in which death grows.
The artificial Death God attached to Klein finally broke through to the demigod level.
Klein remained silent and used the power of Source Castle to cut the artificial Death God apart.
He is thinking.
All artificial death embryos in a camp are fused together to create a demigod-level artificial death.
Just how many scattered campsites are there nearby?
If they all come together, how powerful will the artificial Death become?
"We can't slack off, and we can't let go of the members of the 'Artificial Death Sect' in other camps. We must root them out!" With a thought in his heart, Klein took out his cane from nowhere and disappeared in an instant.
Disasters disappear without a trace.
The ordinary workers who survived were extremely frightened.
Very lucky too.
They looked at each other.
until--
I don’t know who shouted, ‘The overseer is gone, we are free’
One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone rushed out like crazy, including Abu and Jon who were among them.
Abu is a kind man.
Just now, Jon pulled him to run for a while, which was equivalent to saving his life. Now, he reciprocated the favor and led Jon along a familiar road. After walking for a long time, he finally got away from the Plains of Bones.
Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Abu's eyes filled with tears and he sincerely praised Quetzalcoatl.
Jon put his hands in his pockets, smiling and saying nothing.
After Abu finished a whole set of prayers, he turned around, met Jon's eyes, and said, "Brother Aqiao, I'm sorry about Brother Aqiao."
Although it is unexpected, similar things have happened before. The "gift" of the Spiritual Religion is simply an evil curse.
He sighed: "Your cousin is just unlucky, I can't blame you."
"Yeah, I think so too." Jon nodded.
The conversation changed and he asked: "What are you going to do next, go home?"
"Of course, I have a wife and children... If you think about it, I haven't seen them in almost two weeks."
Speaking of his family, a trace of unspeakable happiness flashed across Abu's rough face, "It was so dangerous this time! To be honest, after receiving the money to buy my life, I never thought that I would be able to go home smoothly.
, this time, thanks to you."
"It's okay, it's okay. I just saw that you are more friendly, brother Abu, so I couldn't help it... Forget it, if I don't talk about this, my cousin is dead and I have nowhere to go. It's better to go home with you so that I can have someone else."
Take care of?"
Abu is an honest man. When he heard this, he was undoubtedly there.
He nodded repeatedly to Jon: "Okay, okay, from now on, the two of us are brothers. If you have me, you will have the same, and my child will be your child!"
How generous——
When Jon heard this, he was very happy.
"Brothers!"
…
Home.
Warm words.
Unfortunately, for low-level civilians like Abu, apart from the people he cares about, his home is nothing more than a simple shack.
Colonial area?
Pig pen!
Dirty and messy.
Here, you can see any filth in the world.
as well as……
The most sincere emotions.
‘bang’
The wooden basin in her hand suddenly fell to the ground. The ordinary-looking woman with rough hands and feet froze on the spot when she saw her husband returning.
"Abu." Agatha stretched out her hand tremblingly, as if she wanted to determine whether the person in front of her was a phantom.
Abu walked a few steps quickly and hugged his wife tightly in his arms, "Agatha, it's me, I'm back."
Warm and solid.
Just like before.
Agatha burst into tears and could hardly speak a complete sentence.
Not far away, Jon just watched silently, feeling truly happy for the couple's reunion.
Suddenly, he felt a cold gaze.
Turning his head, the feeling of resentment disappeared. Instead, there was the innocence unique to children.
"Big brother~"
The boy with a bronze complexion, who was thin but looked very healthy, ran over and asked curiously: "Who are you? Are you dad's friend?"
Jon smiled, squatted down and touched the boy's head: "Normally speaking, no matter whether there are strangers present or not, when the father comes back after a long absence, he will run over and act like a baby as soon as possible. How can I be as anxious as you?
Asking other people’s details?”
A flash of panic flashed deep in the boy's eyes, but he hid it well. He raised his face and said with great innocence: "Brother, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"
"You'd better not understand." Jon stood up, ignored the boy, and walked towards Mr. and Mrs. Abu.
The moment he turned his back, the mysterious symbol of a feathered skull appeared in the boy's eyes, and his expression became extremely solemn.
The boy wanted to run away.
But after much deliberation, I finally didn't dare to act rashly.
The enemy is tough though.
But he is not without the strength to fight.
That……
Let's take a step at a time.
Thinking of this, he regained the innocence and ignorance of a child.
It jumped up like a little rabbit.
the other side.
Frank Lee, who was studying the artificial death embryo, suddenly took off his protective glasses when he heard something.
He blinked his big eyes and asked with surprise: "The God of Death is alive?!"
He knew that the Hades Emperor Salinger had fallen, but he didn't know when he was resurrected.
Azik explained helplessly: "If this were not the case, it would be impossible to explain where so many artificial death embryos came from. The 'artificial death sect' does not have this ability, let alone the original witch. The methods are contradictory."
He pinched his eyebrows: "To be honest, I can't believe it, because... I mean, if He is resurrected, I should be aware of it."
As an important back-up for the resurrection of the God of Death, the relationship between Azik and Salinger is inseparable.
Frank Lee touched his beard. There was no fear of the gods on his face. Instead, he looked excited: "It's really rare. Can the resurrected gods be regarded as a new life or a continuation of the old life? I'm so curious.
