Tang Qi could see that Hal Lodge actually wanted to do something more, and wanted to vent in another way, such as forcing the so-called "messenger" who had an infinitely charming aura in front of him. Anyway, there was a soft and white bed under him, right
But unfortunately, he is still paralyzed and powerless.
Tang Qi also knew at this moment why the black mud thought that the cutest member of the Wizton people was the "messenger".
The living body in front of him has a wonderful ability to transform into "mysterious things".
Tang Qi was in the realm of illusion, without hesitation, he used his omniscience to spy on the other party.
If the target was the Young Creator, Tang Qi would certainly not commit suicide, but he had no scruples as he was just the other party's servant.
The next moment, a viscous and smooth silver light erupted, and complex pieces of information gushed out.
[Divine Entity: Messenger.]
[Status: clone.]
[Information Fragment 1: One of the few remaining members of the great race Wizdon is an ancient and mysterious life. Wizdon once had a glorious civilization and history, and they even slaughtered more than one god. Every Witzidonian has wisdom far exceeding that of humans and most races, and every adult Witzidonian is a "great polymath".]
[Information Fragment 2: The demise of the Wizden people stemmed from a failed god-slaying operation. For some unknown reason, they chose to attack the extremely mysterious "infant creator". The splendid civilization that once slaughtered the gods was evaporated in the blink of an eye.]
[Information Fragment 3: In order to preserve the seeds of civilization, several members of the Wizden people prayed to the Creator for forgiveness and promised to serve Him forever. These members are engineers, explorers, adjudicators, clearers, and messengers.]
[Information Fragment 4: The five surviving Wiztonians were endowed with different powers by the Creator. The same thing is that they all obtained eternal life, but four of them were deprived of their ability to reproduce, and only the messenger It is preserved, but without the permission of the Creator, it also cannot reproduce blood.]
[Information Fragment 5: The messenger has the powers of immortality, evolution, time travel, space transfer, mind control, flesh and blood magic... She has transformed into a kind of divine creature, and her body has gathered the results of all the experiments of Wizton people. Engineers named it "The Equation of Life".]
[Information Fragment 6: The source of the life equation is the young Creator, which is an extension of the "authority of creation" held by it. The messenger with the life equation, if the body comes, can fight or even kill a powerful god.]
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"The equation of life, the authority of creation."
Tang Qi peeked into new secret knowledge, the secret information of a mysterious existence that can be compared with the origin of the gods.
Just the sovereign authority held by the other party is enough to explain the strength of that "young Creator".
Create everything!
This kind of divine power seems to be more terrifying than the "authority of creation" held by Toum.
"However, if there really is a supreme [Creator] in the infinite mystery, then all spirits such as the Protoss of Origin, Fate Bitch, and the Rotten Father God should not have room to live. Since He can create everything, he must also be able to destroy it. To all things, He should be the most powerful Supreme."
"Hei Ni once said that the Infant Creator is just a new Supreme, not more powerful than the origin protoss, and his goal is to create a new... boundless mystery?"
"The great race of Witzidon serve Him, conduct various experiments for Him, and play with a large number of lives and worlds. Are they accumulating data?"
"But even if it is incomplete, the young Creator is definitely not something I can fight against today."
After these thoughts fell, Tang Qi did not have the idea of leaving this world.
Convincing yourself that you are invincible against your Child Creator does not mean fleeing.
Since there is an opportunity to spy on the secret of a supreme god, Tang Qi will not let it go.
Moreover, the plot in front of me seemed to become more exciting and interesting.
The incomparably powerful "messenger" did not respond to Hal Lodge's insults, as if the object of the blasphemy was not himself.
As for Hal Lodge's repeated attempts to insult the Creator, he simply couldn't do it.
As soon as he had a thought in his heart, it would be eliminated immediately.
The messenger saw Hal Lodge's doubts and anger, and spoke softly, full of temptation:
"The number of this universe in the laboratory is sf1725. At the beginning of the birth of all life in this universe, the deep soul will be imprinted by engineers."
"One of the settings: no life in this universe can blaspheme the great Creator."
"This setting cannot be violated, even if it is the planet you are on, the human life body who has the opportunity to ascend to the gods is the same."
"This is your fate, accept it."
The messenger is as beautiful as an angel, but the words she uttered were extremely cruel to Hal Lodge.
Once again, he knew that he was an experimental subject being toyed with, and the world was false.
Hal stopped the blasphemy. He looked directly at the unusually beautiful "messenger" in front of him, and asked hoarsely, "Why didn't you destroy me? Why did you let me know this?"
"Because the great creator wants to play a game, you are the beginning of a new way of playing, and an interesting prop."
The messenger answered Hal, and at the same time, the wings on her back continuously dropped soft-touch silver-gray feathers, gradually wrapping Hal Lodge.
Every feather seemed to have extraordinary power, which made Hal Lodge feel itchy, and his body began to mutate.
In his mind, the voice of the messenger was still ringing.
"According to the habits of engineers, experimental worlds like this will restart every once in a while. It's not complicated or difficult. It's just a re-design. Some experimental bodies will still exist, and some will disappear, but the timeline Developments will change."
"After multiple restarts, the experimental world will be ecstasy."
"A bad news, this world is only one chance to restart from being destroyed."
"But you are lucky, because you were watched by the great creator once, and He decided to give you and this world a chance."
"He will leave a projection in this universe, and that projection is extremely weak and insignificant to the great Lord himself, just like a grain of sand in a sea of sand... You can use all the methods you can think of to find the great Lord. Projection, as long as one eye contact can be completed, the world will be free."
Hal Lodge couldn't speak, he was in a painful metamorphosis.
His body was still paralyzed, but his soul was howling crazily.
He watched the "messenger" stick to himself bit by bit.
If it was before knowing the truth, this scene would have made him feel extremely happy, but now all he feels is humiliation.
Strange things are happening to him.
He is gaining some power that is so powerful beyond his imagination, it is a large amount of complicated and terrifying divinity, and his self-confidence makes his body seep into Hal Lodge's body bit by bit, transforming him extremely thoroughly.
In addition, his thing also responded.
A strange and irresistible "communication" just appeared between him and the messenger.
There was no foreshadowing, and he was never asked if he wanted to.
In his ears, is the enticing voice of the messenger.
"As a 'new prop', I will transform you, which is allowed by the great creator."
"Human experimental subject Hal Lodge, you will gain power close to that of a true god, and other experimental subjects in this universe will not be able to truly kill you."
"As a reward for being selected, I am willing to breed some bloodlines with you, and I can guarantee that they will not become experimental subjects."
"It's a memorial, yes, a memorial."
"This kind of commemoration has happened many times. After all, when the number of experimental subjects and the experimental world reaches a certain level, there will always be some interesting objects. I always like to communicate with interesting experimental subjects and leave some offspring. You will also is one of them."
Normally, these words from the messenger are enough to completely weaken Hal Lodge.
But no, he completely lost control of his body, and could only bear it passively.
While Hal Lodge's mind is tormented, his body is not.
His body was feeling wave after wave, like a never-ending tsunami of pleasure, his senses became extremely sensitive, and his soul was almost completely submerged.
But at this time, the terrible voice of the messenger continued to come.
"You have gained a lot. If you are given time, you may be able to become a god."
"But unfortunately, I think you can't save this universe, you can't save yourself and your loved ones, you will face the malice of a large number of experimental subjects... and there may be several other Wiztonians who will stop you."
Having said that, the messenger paused, waved his palm, and four images were summoned.
The first figure was an intelligent creature with a mercury-like body, with gray spots all over its body, wearing complicated clothes, and having a large number of innumerable organs and limbs, including billions of arms, fingers, or others, but these are not important , what is really eye-catching is the triangular eyeball on the forehead of this creature.
There seemed to be countless terrifying shadows hidden in those eyes, which made the true god fearful.
"He is an engineer, the creator of all powerful life forms in this world you are in, including yourself."
"call"
Before Hal Lodge could take a closer look, a second image emerged:
The creature has a flat body like a black flytrap, and a black cicada-shaped creature with green eyes is exposed from the slightly opened gap in its head. When the "cicada" is staring at it, any living or dead things will be shocked. There will be no secrets at all, and endless tentacles that are invisible to the naked eye will permeate from its body, rushing towards all unknowns.
"He's an explorer."
After the messenger finished speaking, two figures appeared again.
The large and bloated red robe wraps most of the body, only the head and four arms protrude. Its bird-shaped head wears a rusty iron crown, and the four arms hold the torch that leaks flames, the broken long sword, and Own ropes and cracked eggshells.
"He is the judge."
"He's the Cleaner."
Following the messenger's last sentence of introduction, Hal looked at the fifth Wiztonian.
This time, he didn't see the real creature, he just saw a pair of hands.
In the dark and empty starry sky, a pair of terrifying silver and black palms with black cracks all over appeared.
"Boom"
In the trembling of the soul, the messenger's warning came.
"Engineers, explorers, and adjudicators may only stop you at will, but cleaners, if you meet him, you will definitely be wiped out."
"This is one of the exciting parts of the new gameplay, and the great creator also hopes that you will not encounter his most terrible servant."
After saying this, the courier, who was almost completely attached to Hal Lodge, advanced an extremely short distance with his lips, which allowed the two to complete the final ceremony.
"Hiss...hehehe"
At this sudden moment, Hal's recovered body tensed, and a strange expression appeared on his red face.
A fine liquid mixed with red, white and silver was secreted from the pores of his whole body, and his eyes were widened to the limit, filled with fear, anger and unwillingness that could not be dispelled.
This state has lasted for a long time, and he has been losing the essence of his life.
If it weren't for the fact that he already possesses the power close to the true god, as well as that peculiar blessing of reproduction magic, Hal Lodge might have become a mummy.
ps: Thanks to the lord Thursky, the black tiger who suffered bad retribution, and the reward for sleeping until he woke up naturally.