"Yes, mission." Bella replied. "If you only had ten days to live, what would you do?"
"Ten days?" Lu Sheng paused, "I want to look around... see things I have never seen before. To try, to perceive, all new things."
"Yeah..I thought so too. This is my third day. Nice to meet you."
"Really? Nice to meet you too." Lu Sheng responded in the same way.
"So, goodbye?"
"Well, goodbye."
The water mirror in front of Lu Sheng's eyes slowly dissipated, and the voice also gradually dissipated.
He lowered his head and looked at his hand, a whirlpool of light yellow mist slowly emerged in the palm of his hand.
That is his unseen hand.
The Unseen Hand is not so much an ability as it is a substance. an organ.
Like the power of gray mist, it was conceived together in this endangered world, and it had a very special characteristic from the very beginning.
In a desperate world where nothingness and existence are intertwined, the emergence of these two abilities seems to be taken for granted.
"It's amazing..."
He now understands what the power of the Unseen Hand is.
After a pause, Lu Sheng stretched out his hand and pressed it lightly on the ground.
His consciousness quickly recalled the entire land, this island.
A trace of yellow mist from the Unseen Hand slowly penetrated into the ground.
Gradually, traces of voices slowly stirred up in his mind.
"Ah. There are a lot of things growing on me... so many things...."
It was a low, trembling old man's voice.
Lu Sheng frowned, and listened carefully again.
"Growing a lot....a lot of things.....a lot...."
The voice kept repeating a sentence after that, and there was nothing new.
After listening for more than ten minutes, he still could only hear this sentence. Lu Sheng withdrew his hand and stood up. He vaguely felt that the ability of the Unseen Hand seemed to be no longer usable.
"Asomu is gone...it's time to go back." From this small island, he didn't notice the aura of Mihiro Sakura and others.
If they had really lived here, there would be more or less a trace of smell left behind.
Maybe it was the huge white mist mask that had been removed, or maybe it was all just a lie.
Lu Sheng didn't want to delve into these things at this time.
Return along the same path through the woods.
When Lu Sheng saw the edge of the forest, the three of Mark had already found a few big rocks to sit down and rest.
A bonfire was burning on the ground, emitting a strong heat.
"Teacher! You finally came out!" When Mark saw Lu Sheng, he almost cried with joy.
Excited.
"Finally? Have I stayed inside for a long time?" Lu Sheng was taken aback.
"It's been three days! Teacher!" Mark said excitedly.
"Three days..." Lu Sheng recalled the process of contacting that being named Bella.
Did it take three days for such a short sentence
"Teacher?" Mark reminded cautiously.
"It's okay." Lu Sheng came back to his senses.
He intuitively told him that the ability of the Unseen Hand might have a great effect in the future.
"Where are we going now?" Mark asked.
"Take a look at several other human gathering places. Asom's case is probably not a special case." Lu Sheng said in a deep voice.
These words suddenly made Mark and others feel more and more heavy.
"Teacher, I went to the surrounding ships to check. The various battle marks on those ships should have existed for a long time, at least three months." Andy whispered from the side.
"Three months? That is to say, Asom had an accident three months ago?" Ken looked a little shocked.
"Not necessarily, but it's possible." Andy nodded.
Lu Sheng looked back at the dense forest.
"Come on. Get out of here."
Several people quickly returned to the previous cruise ship, pulled the engine, turned back and left.
White water splashes dragged a long white line behind the cruise ship.
Lu Sheng sat on the side of the boat, stretched out his hand and slowly dipped into the sea water.
His consciousness began to quickly imagine touching the entire sea.
But this time the Unseen Hand is useless, it seems that it can only be used three times a day. The pale yellow mist rolled over in his palm, and then slowly disappeared.
Withdrawing his hand, Lu Sheng's expression became calmer. The eyes are flowing, I don't know what I'm thinking.
On the way back, Lu Sheng would stop from time to time and go to some remote places around to disappear for a while, sometimes for a day, sometimes for a few days.
At first, Mark and the others were a little worried, but as this behavior became the norm, they gradually got used to the leader's behavior.
Half a month later, the four successfully returned to Cyril.
On the road, Lu Sheng successfully broke through five ranks, reaching the level of the thirty-sixth rank.
The further he went to the back, the more he felt that the Assassin Fist Ten Heart Magic Fist had improved his speed and strength in an all-round way.
The characteristics and abilities have not changed, increased or decreased, and the strength and speed are several times stronger than before departure.
What made Lu Sheng even more worried was that the envoys he sent to other human gathering places had returned messages one after another.
The remaining human gathering points, there are three in the vicinity, disappeared out of thin air.
The third wave of the void tide is coming soon.
Many magic magic boxing disciples in the Cyril area also quickly reached a stronger level with the help of various nourishing foods.
Yisla also grew up like a rocket and broke through to B rank. He is immortal, and with the help of a large amount of nourishing meat, he is the only special page fusion that can become stronger.
Therefore, the resource tilt is also the most.
Afterwards, Jackson, and the rest of the duo, were barely C-level.
Because these people have not been around for a long time and their aptitude is average, they can only train in pure skills, at most they use auxiliary equipment to fight.
Because they don't have Isla's talent, and they don't have Lu Sheng's big enough tilt. It is already very good to be able to reach this level.
What made Lu Sheng most gratified was the overall quality of the Huanmoquan disciples.
On average, all the people here, all Huanmoquan disciples, have reached the E-level quality.
This is a pure physical fitness calculation, although it does not represent the actual combat effectiveness. But this quality greatly reduces the battle loss rate of everyone going out to patrol.
Slowly over time. About half a year later.
Under the leadership of Lu Sheng, Cyril formed a total of six special branches with different developments.
These disciples mainly divide their physique and abilities based on the types of nourishing meat they usually eat.
Long-term consumption of high-energy tonics such as Bahan's Meat caused some slight deviations and changes in their physique.
Some disciples have obvious deviations in speed, and some disciples have greatly improved accuracy.
There are also defensive power, recovery power, pure power and so on.
Because of taking the meat quality of different monsters, the disciples had different amplification tendencies.
Gradually, six different branches emerged under the Phantom Demon Fist, and they honored Lu Sheng as the Phantom Demon God Galadir. Galadir means the god of boxing in the native language.
And these six branches are also known as the Six Magic Demons to the outside world.
The leader of the six phantoms is the strongest of the six branches. Isla is one of them.
With the rapid growth and development of the Ten Heart Magic Sect, a large amount of land has been cleared and turned into residential areas and farm sheds.
Countless survivors heard the news and came from all directions, and they defected to the increasingly powerful Cyril.
And the Phantom Demon God, that is, Lu Sheng, has gradually stopped showing his face.
His whereabouts are mysterious and uncertain, and he is occasionally spotted in some remote places. But there is no connection between these places.
The strange thing is that although Lu Sheng is no longer in the Cyril Fortress, once there are some huge monsters that are difficult for the six phantoms to deal with, or when the A-level corpse insect princess appears, there will always be some inexplicable huge monsters that will attract them. Go or block.
Seemingly unintentional, these monsters never act in ways that harm Cyril's populace at large.
Except for accidental injuries, the number of people who died at the hands of ghosts and monsters every month for Cyril has been greatly reduced.
No one knows why.
No one knows why these monsters help Cyril. But more people attributed this strange phenomenon to Galadir, the phantom demon god.
The statue of Galadir was gradually combined with the nameless statue that had been quietly spread before, forming a brand new image of worship.
At the same time, the Church of Hope and the remaining members of the Church of Isis came to Cyril again and formally tried to meet Lu Sheng, the king of Cyril.
Among them, members of the Church of Hope brought the information that Lu Sheng was most concerned about—about the whereabouts of Mi Guangying and others.
Huge dark green giant trees shot straight into the sky. In midair, a thousand meters above the ground, a disc-shaped platform opened.
Four men and women in gray robes with copper-colored metal chains hanging on their chests are slowly walking to the giant tree at this time, looking up at the towering giant tree that is entwined straightly.
"Phantom Demon God Galadir, what a great name." A man with a mustache looked up at the circle above and said.
"Cyril accommodated hundreds of thousands of survivors. Being able to shelter so many survivors, establish a large area of cultivated land, and be self-sufficient. In such a doomsday world, such a reputation is not too high." Another middle-aged woman retorted.
"Perhaps. According to the feedback from the six phantoms, that person should be staying here temporarily. Then, how do we go up?" the man asked in a deep voice.
"Climb." The middle-aged woman said helplessly.
A group of four quickly began to climb along the entangled branches of the giant tree.
on the top disc.
Lu Sheng overlooked the vast Cyrillic territory below.
Without his Cyril, the six phantoms headed by Yisla still managed the entire territory very well.
This saved him a lot of worry.
Now I hope that people from the Church and Isis Church will come to him, and he can basically guess the other party's intentions.
Asom died, but the Church of Isis was not completely wiped out. Instead, part of the power was transferred and hidden.
But now, it has reached the point where it is useless to hide anyway.
"It's almost time..." He hasn't done anything in the past six months.
The Unseen Hand gave him too many possibilities and inspirations.
And as the rank continued to improve, another body with disillusioned abilities also allowed him to truly integrate himself and everything in his body into one.
The power of the gray mist is the bond that fuses everything together.
Unfortunately, this world is coming to an end. He didn't have time to continue the deduction.