When Greg walked out of the gate of the manor, he was still a little confused.
He stopped and looked back, and saw that the faces of the guests with different expressions were covered with a strange red light that he could not feel. At first glance, it seemed that they were happy after the banquet, but in fact everyone seemed to be He was greedily grinding his teeth and sucking blood, trying to bite that piece of meat.
The cold wind blew, Greg shivered, turned his head sharply to look deep into the manor, and took a deep breath.
At the moment just now, he felt extremely strong ether fluctuations. There were at least seven or eight sources, but in just one instant, only one of these fluctuations remained.
And now, not even the biggest one can feel it.
But Greg can imagine that just now, there must be many unstoppable extraordinary people who stretched out their hands to the five books, and then... all died.
"Just think about it, Ji Bonong dares to openly cooperate with the bookstore, just because he is not afraid of someone coming to grab it. This group of people has been completely influenced by the five books."
Three days later... I'm afraid there will be another bloody storm in the A16 manor.
Greg shook his head, then couldn't help but smile bitterly.
In fact, why didn't he suspect that he had been influenced by the owner of the bookstore too? Otherwise, how can you start to distrust the Mystic Tower...
"Speaking of which, I haven't seen Feige since I ran to the side hall to find Boss Lin." Greg looked around and muttered to himself, "This guy has since obtained some of that god-level memory and knows that he is After the experiment of the Fire Sword Road, something went wrong, where did it go now?"
"And Charlotte... Wait, where's that guy?!"
He suddenly became alert, suddenly sober, and ran back against the crowd, constantly turning his head to look for Charlotte.
Mingming was still with him just now, but he disappeared in a blink of an eye while he was distracted.
"Damn it! Let her run away..."
Greg cursed inwardly.
As soon as the matter was over, he contacted Winston again, and the Mystery Tower would immediately send personnel to arrest Wilde's assistant codenamed "Snowflake".
But at this critical moment, he let people go.
Greg stopped somewhere in the manor panting, and slammed the wall next to him, his face was very ugly, and at the same time, he couldn't help feeling depressed.
The teacher's life and death are unknown, and he can't even do this well...
Just when he even had a feeling of despair, the moment he raised his head, he saw that the aristocratic girl with a cold face like a lotus was smiling in the opposite corner, and elegantly raised her skirt to salute him.
The book between the chest and abdomen has no arms to cover it at this moment, and it shows the whole picture - the edges of the book are all fascia and flesh, connecting the surrounding clothing and skin, and in the center is a mouth full of sharp teeth. A thick forked tongue sticks out from the inside, swaying from side to side like a snake, as if waiting for an opportunity to find a pierced prey.
The corrosive viscous liquid dripped from the tongue to the ground, making a chi chi sound that made the scalp tingle.
Greg was stunned for a while, his face paled, and he subconsciously took a half step back.
But for some reason, his eyes were suddenly attracted by a flash of light—a gorgeous and eerie ring was suddenly put on on the girl's empty finger, and the scarab-shaped gemstone was extremely eye-catching.
Charlotte stuck out her tongue, revealing the teleportation formation engraved on it: "There will be a deadline, remember to say hello to Joseph for me, next time, he will not have such good luck..."
Her cold voice, which belonged to a young girl, was strangely blended with another old voice.
"you!!!"
Greg regained his senses, widened his eyes suddenly, stretched out his hand and took a few steps forward.
But the girl in front of her has disappeared.
…
Feige had already left Area A, returned to 136th Street, where he had been wandering all the year round, and casually found an alley in the slum and sat down.
He pulled up his sleeves and looked at his translucent arms that were constantly twisting and deforming.
The radiant skin is fluid like the surface of water, and the light is still spreading out. The light is moving in mid-air like a solid body, as if it is connecting with a certain gap.
"Huh..."
Fitch shivered and raised his head, revealing most of his face that had also been assimilated.
The huge power is gathering in this body, restless and restless, if he hadn't tried his best to control it, I'm afraid it would explode like a balloon filled with water on the spot.
Yanar's complete death caused all her own power to flow out.
Although most of the power erupted between the fissures of time and space and the dream, forming a turbulent flow of time and space, causing a large area of the Nuojin formation.
But another part of the power was attracted by the same mystery with a higher concentration, and rushed towards Fitch, who had obtained a part of Yanar's power before.
And the part of her power that escaped when she died was not just power, but the power she was born with—time.
In other words.
After Yanar's death, all power and power have been inherited by Fitch.
Even the clock rotifers who lost the only god-level in time and space were squirming in a daze. At this moment, they sensed the new power ownership, and they all rebelled and instead supported Feiqi.
At this moment, the solid-like rays of light on Fitch are exactly the connection with those clock rotifers.
…
The water ripples in the void, and a figure in a thick tattered black robe emerges.
"How is that possible? How could Yanar die?! She is the master of time, such a powerful domain concept..."
The voice of the void meditator was full of horror.
At this meeting of the Fire Sword Road, several other "angels" have all been present, but Yanar is late. Shang Dafeng, who was originally a contact person, is dead, and Ajie, who can traverse the void at will The husband became a new contact and came to look for Yanar.
But he just followed the information given by the void, and sensed the fall of Yanar. After two days of searching, there was still no result.
No matter how puzzling Yagiev was, he had to believe it.
"It seems that I can only go back... This bookstore owner really needs to be treated with caution. In just half a year, several gods have died one after another, even Yanar..."
Yagefu was about to leave the void when he suddenly received a message from the void.
"Huh? This is, how come the bell rotifers suddenly... Their gods are still there?!"
Yagefu's tentacles suddenly ripped open the void, followed the path of the information in the void, and came to a small alley.
In that dark alley, the tall and thin young man half-sitting on the ground was dressed in sloppy clothes, but his naked body was like overflowing brilliance, and countless rays of light passed through the gaps in time and connected to the bodies of those clock rotifers.
Although the young man's appearance was not half similar to Yanar's, the aura of strength and power would not be false.
Yagefu breathed a sigh of relief, appeared in front of the young man, and said, "I knew you weren't dead - at the last moment, a part of the power was given to occupy this mortal's body, and it was decisive enough to abandon the soldiers to protect the car, Yana. you."
Seeing the strange god-level wearing a black robe suddenly appearing in front of him, Fitch was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows, and recalled the memory of this guy from Yanar's memory, showing a knowing smile : "Yeah... This time it was too thrilling."
Feige stood up, patted his clothes, and pretended to be indifferent: "Yajiefu, why are you here looking for me, Shang Dafeng? You don't seem to be a character that can pass messages."
Although Yaqiev felt a little weird for a moment, he let go of that doubt when Fitch said his name as a monk.
He took two steps forward, covered the void territory here, and took them to the original contract land.
"Shang Dafeng is dead... Let's not talk about that."
"The party is missing you, hurry up, this time we must completely collapse the barriers of the dream, and the owner of the bookstore, this time you almost died by his hands, you must be able to feel his true strength, this pair Great help for us...it's time to work together to truly root out this threat!"
…
The truth will, mechanical reincarnation.
The collapsed lower area has completely turned into ruins. At this moment, countless scholars are wearing exoskeleton equipment for clean-up operations. They are busy, constantly lifting those experimental instruments and building fragments that are completely broken into slag and completely indistinguishable. Get up and set aside.
"When will this move to..."
A scholar working in the corner whispered to his companion: "My project is not finished yet."
The companion sighed: "Be content with you, Kleist and their laboratory are in this ruin next door."
He pursed his lips and stomped his feet: "All the data is gone, and their entire project has to be restarted."
The scholar was stunned for a moment, then gloated: "It's true or false, I remember that they seem to have done the experiment for two years. If this is to be done again... tsk tsk tsk."
All of a sudden, he felt that his waist and legs were no longer sore, and he could dig another ten tons of equipment.
"Crack..."
The scholar who was joking with his companions suddenly stopped, vaguely as if he saw the ruins not far in front of him moving, as if something was about to come out from below.
He felt a chill behind his back, thinking that he wouldn't...
"Snapped!"
A slender hand suddenly emerged from beneath the ruins.
"Ah!" The scholar took two steps back in horror and fell to the ground. The companion next to him immediately raised his gun vigilantly: "What?!"
"Um... Rick? And... Alves?"
The woman with long black hair stood up slowly, patted her tattered white coat covered with dust, pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose, and her azure eyes narrowed like two gems without impurities.
The two scholars were stunned: "Ma, President Maria?! You're still alive... No, why did you come out from here? Aren't you retreating to break through the god level?"
"Yes, I am indeed breaking through to the god level, but the method is rather special, and now I have come out... It seems that Andrew has done incredible things during my absence."
Maria looked around, raised her head, and looked at Andrew, who cast a shady gaze from above, took out a notebook, shook it, squinted and smiled, "I found something interesting in the lower city."
…
Lin Jie hummed a song and walked back to the bookstore on the snow.
"I don't know what happened to Moen during my absence these days?"
Although it is very happy to eat and drink in the manor, in the end, the bookstore is more secure... The golden den and the silver den are not as good as your own dog kennel. This sentence is really good.
While thinking about it, he took out the key and opened the door. He walked in and said loudly, "I'm back! Morn..."
Lin Jie stopped halfway, looking at the old acquaintance who was lying on the reclining chair with bandages all over his face.
Joseph laboriously raised a hand to say hello; "Hi, Boss Lin."
Volume 4 Please open your eyes