The voice was clear, but without any emotional fluctuations, just like Qin Ran's flat expression.
The pale ascetic monk's body was stiff, as if he had been frozen.
The prophet who collapsed and burst into tears did not cry out again, but his soft sobs were even more pitiful than the previous ones.
The two people who knew a lot of secrets could only react instinctively when they saw Qin Ran standing in front of them.
As for more
That is to hold back the trembling.
The ascetic monk who was caught by the prophet and shared the vision of "prophecy", looked at the deserted and dark wilderness in front of him, and the despair in his heart appeared layer by layer.
Because he can see what the darkness is.
Not natural darkness.
Not to mention ordinary supernatural darkness.
What's there is 'devour'!
All-consuming terror.
The pitch-black monster is lazy and arrogant, but it doesn't hide its hunger at all, just like a high god, overlooking everything in the world.
And, dismissive.
Gritting his teeth, the ascetic monk did not bend down.
However, this is the limit.
When a blaze of light appeared in the distance, the ascetic monk simply sat down on the ground.
In his widened eyes, a lava demon appeared.
Different from the pitch-black monster.
This lava demon exudes a violent and chaotic aura all over his body.
Not really close yet.
He had already found that his mind was polluted, and evil whispers began to appear in his ears.
What's even more frightening is...
He couldn't stop such a change.
The ascetic finally knew why his friend broke down and cried.
Death is inevitable.
Bitterness appeared on the ascetic's face.
He tried his best to sit up straight, hoping that when death came, he could be calmer.
He also wants to stand up if he can.
But my legs were a little weak, and I couldn't sit still.
The lava demon is getting closer.
Then…
All gone.
He returned to the church again.
Behind him is the sobbing prophet, who maintains a decent sitting posture.
There was no dark monster in front of him, nor was there any lava demon.
Only Kieran was left.
An ordinary-looking, indifferent young man.
But this made the ascetic monk understand more and more that the other party was terrible.
Cthulhu!
The evil god who has experienced death but escaped reincarnation and awakened again!
Recalling the darkness and raging flames in his mind, the ascetic monk was very sure of the identity of the young man in front of him. After all, no matter it was the pitch black or raging flames, the evil aura above could almost be identified without distinguishing.
Alas, is this our end
After the ascetic monk sighed in his heart, he patted his friend on the shoulder, trying hard to calm down his friend.
Then, after keeping his body sitting on the ground as straight as possible, he said:
"I saw your origin, Your Majesty."
"I also understand your identity."
"One of many departed."
"Or one of the rotten ones."
"We can't ask for anything from you, and we dare not ask for anything. We just ask you to abide by the ancient contract..."
While speaking, a dagger appeared in the ascetic monk's sleeve.
The dagger is not long, but not small.
The blade of the dagger is very wide, making it look like a kitchen knife.
The ascetic pointed the dagger at his heart, his voice trembling.
"My soul will be your sacrifice."
"As you... enjoy!"
The weird dagger pierced straight down.
But it didn't pierce the chest.
The seer, with tears and snot on his face, held the ascetic monk's wrist with both hands, and shook his head vigorously. Tears and snot were scattered on the ascetic monk's patched but clean robe.
Qin Ran took a step back silently.
I've seen disgusting stuff.
But that doesn't mean I'm happy to be in touch.
After keeping a safe distance, Kieran looked at the prophet.
"Your return, your recovery, I have seen."
"I saw what you were looking for."
"I wish to make a deal with you."
The soothsayer begged in a low voice.
See what I'm looking for
Suspicion flashed in Qin Ran's eyes.
To be honest, he didn't believe what the prophet in front of him saw, even if he saw something, he was scaring himself.
and…
Still quite frightened.
However, this did not prevent Kieran from testing the other party.
"trade?"
Maintaining an indifferent voice, Kieran asked slowly.
"Yes, deal!"
"I'm going to give you a message that's going to point straight to your opponent... that opponent is what you're looking for, isn't it?"
The prophet nodded vigorously, and the remaining snot was thrown out, sticking to the ascetic monk's robe, and pulled out a crystal clear but extremely sticky silk thread.
Qin Ran's gaze shifted unconsciously.
Then, I was surprised to find that the prophet in front of me seemed to know more than imagined.
At least some hidden things should be known.
And the so-called 'opponent'
Qin Ran didn't think the other party saw the 'broker'.
Leaving aside the layers of protection that 'Broker' has set up for itself, an ordinary prophet should not be able to find it at all. If it were really so easy to find, the grass on 'Broker''s grave would be three meters high. If you want to kill it Those bastards are really like crucian carp crossing the river, in an endless stream.
The protection of the 'huge city' alone is enough to make the prophet in front of him helpless.
What's more, a person who only sees his 'surface', how could he 'see' so much.
So why do prophets say things like 'accurate'
very simple.
This is a rhetoric.
If he is really as described in the other party's words, it is naturally impossible to not have an enemy, and among these enemies, there must be someone he wants to get rid of very much.
Under such a premise, it is not abrupt to say that he wants to find the other party.
It can even be said to be extremely accurate.
Although he knew it was false, Qin Ran was very happy to know the secret things that the other party knew.
Seeing Qin Ran nod his head, the prophet was overjoyed.
He opened his mouth and said:
"Your opponent is hiding here!"
The prophet is still narrating.
But there was no sound coming out, it could only be blamed on seeing his mouth opening and closing like a fish thrown ashore, but the prophet himself continued to speak as if he didn't notice it.
The ascetic monk obviously found something wrong.
As soon as he raised his hand, he covered the prophet's mouth.
But it was too late.
The sunlight outside the window dimmed.
The shadows under the window deepened.
The gloomy sun lost its brilliance.
The deep shadows had a touch of coldness.
Click, click.
A layer of frost began to appear on the ground in the chapel. During the period when the sound of condensation was filling, everything was distorted by the sound of freezing. The tables and chairs were like towels that had been wrung out. The oil gathered into a pool, and a humanoid figure condensed in it, exuding the stench of oil.
Ascetic monks and prophets have been frozen, completely unable to see all this.
Qin Ran was also frozen, but his vision accepted all of this.
Looking at this world that seemed to have lost its color, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
Not weird!
At least not plain weird!
Mixed with extremely chaotic power of faith!
Gods like old books
still…
The guessing in his heart made Qin Ran stand there silently, quietly waiting for the other party to appear.
The humanoid figure quickly condensed.
It came to the front of the ascetic.
"Stupid idiot!"
It evaluates like this.
"Damn coward!"
After looking at the prophet, it said another sentence, and then looked at Qin Ran.
"Arrogant fool!"
"You never know, who you meet!"
"who is it?"
"of course… "
The humanoid that subconsciously wanted to respond, suddenly realized something was wrong, and subconsciously wanted to retreat, but it was a step slower. When Kieran, who was supposed to be frozen, raised his hand, the frost on the surface of his body completely cracked. The palm of the hand pinched the opponent's neck, and with a little force, cracks appeared on the neck that the opponent had condensed with wax.
However, the humanoid opponent didn't panic at all, but sneered instead.
The opponent who was supposed to be restrained had his hands turned into sharp swords made of candles, stabbing at Qin Ran.
Then the other party felt the astonishing heat appearing from its neck in horror.
Its body, together with its arms, melted again, at a speed that was many times faster than the condensation.
Then…
The 'candle liquid' started to evaporate!
Melting is not terrible, it can condense again.
But what if it evaporates
It cannot gain a body again.
Immediately, the space in the bottom of the heart occupied its thinking.
"Forgive me!"
"I hand over the 'keys' forever..."
The shouting stopped abruptly, and the turbulent demonic flames engulfed the opponent. Qin Ran silently looked at the burning opponent. Even if a crystal ball emerged from the opponent's body and floated in front of Qin Ran's eyes, Qin Ran didn't care.
Until the other party really died.
Only then did Qin Ran look at the crystal ball.
The crystal ball was the size of a fist, and Kieran's figure was printed on it.
[name:? ? ?]
[Type: Strange Object]
[quality:? ? ?]
[Attack power:? ? ?]
[Defense:? ? ?]
[Attributes:? ? ?]
[Special effects:? ? ?]
[need:? ? ?]
[Is it possible to bring out this copy:? ? ?]
[Remark:? ? ?]
…
A series of question marks appeared in Qin Ran's eyes, and he frowned slightly.
Obviously, his mysterious knowledge cannot be recognized, or requires special knowledge to be recognized.
With all the unknowns, Kieran cautiously did not touch the crystal ball and let the other party float there. He looked at the ascetic monk and the prophet.
Black and white receded.
The two people who were frozen to death were safe and sound.
The two saw Qin Ran again.
One stiffened, and the other sobbed softly.
Then, the ascetic monk with a pale face tried to sit up straight.
"I saw your origin, Your Majesty."
"I also understand your identity."
…
Also like the previous words.
exactly the same.
There was no change in expression.
Even the special dagger returned to the ascetic monk's sleeve. When the other party took out the dagger, the prophet stopped him again and said what he said just now.
The monster born from the candle began to condense again.
Kieran raised his hand and hit the devil's flame.
The other party evaporated immediately.
Another crystal ball floated in front of Kieran.
Then, the stiff ascetic, the sobbing prophet reappeared.
Qin Ran frowned slightly, and didn't take any more actions.
After waiting for everything to go through the process, he raised his hand again and shot the devil's flame, vaporizing the monsters that hadn't appeared yet.
The number of crystal balls suddenly became three.
Like satellites, three crystal balls surrounded Qin Ran.
…
In the inexplicable void, watching the existence here closely, let out a low and malicious laugh.
"Only three times!"
"This is a start!"
As the other party spoke, he laughed again.
The other party hasn't played this kind of small game for a long time.
The sudden appearance of the qualified person made the other party overjoyed and impatient, and even dragged the other party into this small game without hesitation.
After all, it has not seen such delicious food for a long time.
But it also has restraint.
A complete set of 'table manners' will make the food more delicious and make it more at ease to eat.
So, it is waiting quietly.
Waiting for the food to err.
Food that makes mistakes will ferment.
However, gradually, it discovered that this food was somewhat different.
ten times!
Twenty times!
Thirty times!
The other party has not changed any goals, and has been staring at the correct choice.
"snort!"
"Very cautious."
"But how long can such caution be maintained?"
"You will change your goals eventually!"
"Just like the templar who once swore not to hurt innocent knights, how many times did that delicious snack attack ascetic monks and prophets?"
"One hundred and first time?"
"Or the one hundred and second time?"
"Don't worry, I will wait slowly."
Time passed by every minute and every second.
When Qin Ran continued to attack the candle monster for the 200th time, the predator couldn't sit still.
Candle monsters didn't just appear out of thin air.
Table manners are not used casually either.
All this is the power supply that needs it.
Every time a candle monster dies, its power will be consumed by one point.
For every second of table manners maintained, its power consumes two minutes more.
There must be a change!
It thought like this.
Then, a little force outside the 'dining table' was used.
Immediately, that black-and-white world began to change.
Fine scales appeared on the ascetic monk's body, his nails began to grow sideways, his teeth became sharp, and the ascetic monk turned into an armored monster while breathing.
Click!
As soon as the monster turned around, it bit off half of the prophet's head, and then began to devour the prophet.
Flesh flew everywhere.
To pieces.
Kieran watched all this, and when the Candle Monster appeared, he raised his hand and shot the Devil's Flame, turning the Candle Monster into steam again.
"Why don't you make a move!"
"The ascetic is already a monster!"
"You should kill the ascetic monk first!"
The roar echoed in the void.
The one who was unwilling to exist came again.
This time, it didn't let the ascetic friar eat it slowly, and after killing the prophet in one bite, it went straight to Qin Ran. However, Kieran didn't fight back. While dodging, he waited until the candle monster appeared, and it evaporated.
Even if the prophet turned into a monster at the same time, it didn't change Kieran's choice.
Another three hundred times later.
The beings in the void fell silent.
It found that this qualifier seemed to be a little different from the ones it had encountered before.
The weaker body told it that the food was lost this time.
It sighed, relieved the hunt, and firmly remembered the appearance of the food.
It swore that it would never play games with each other again in the future.
Then, it was ready to leave.
And just before it disappeared, it suddenly heard the sound of swallowing saliva.
As long as you listen to the voice, you can feel that the other party is very hungry.
more importantly...
That's not it.
Without hesitation, it sped up its stealth speed, but an invisible big mouth bit its tentacles fiercely, pulling it out desperately.
"Let go!"
"damn it!"
"You don't have any table manners, let me go!"
It yelled again and again, but not only did the big mouth not let go, but it pulled more and more forcefully.
and…
While pulling and chewing.