Chapter 2789
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As a believer of the Lord of Black Mist, it is reasonable to snatch the god-given items of the Annihilation Cultists, right?
As for how the "god" believed by the Annihilation Cultist gave this item, Rona naturally didn't know about it, and he had no interest in exploring the inner world of the madman.
The conversation with Rona is over.
Luo Chuan threw away the magic phone, sat on the edge of the bed and lay down.
"Luochuan Luochuan, what do you think?"
Yao Ziyan sat down beside Luo Chuan, poked his cheek and asked.
"See with your eyes."
Luo Chuan closed his eyes, and his voice sounded lazy.
Yao Ziyan rolled her eyes and poked Luo Chuan's rib instead: "Be serious."
Facts have proved that the name of the underbelly does have its meaning.
"Don't make trouble."
"Then tell me quickly."
"What did I say?"
Luo Chuan sighed, sat up and scratched his head, "Anyway, the members of the Annihilation Cult must be villains, and they can't just clean up like the God of Doom, that can only mean that someone..."
"Something?" Yao Ziyan asked.
"It's nothing." Luo Chuan shook his head, "Just take it as your intuition."
He can't say, according to the personality of an unscrupulous author, God knows if he will make a little show at the end?
...
"This is the area eroded by nightmares."
Tasenke, the patriarch of the Black Mist Church, stopped in front of a ruin.
Stuart looked at the scene in front of him.
Empty, gray, dead still... A strange breath lingers, everything seems to be soaked by some special force, and all that remains is an empty shell.
This is the most obvious feature left by the nightmare erosion.
Stuart squatted down and picked up a handful of dirt, a strange feeling came from his hands.
The dirt is dead.
The moment the nightmare fell, its life had been completely deprived.
The life here is not the life possessed by creatures in the ordinary sense, but a symbolic meaning at the information level.
"Where did the Grim Reaper appear?" Stuart asked.
"Right where you are," said Tasenk.
"At that time, the Annihilation Cultists were about to lose, and we still didn't relax. Those lunatics could do everything, but none of us thought that at the last moment, the God of Death would cross the barrier between dream and reality and descend. If it wasn't for Lord Rona Abandoning myself and re-entering it into the dreamland, maybe I won't be able to stand here."
Tasenk sighed softly.
When the god of death came, each of them clearly felt the approaching death.
The doomed ending was reversed by Lord Rona.
Abandoning himself, leaving the hope of life to them.
Tasenke folded his arms on his chest, offering his most pious vision to this mysterious believer of the black mist.
At the last moment, he clearly saw the expression on Rona's face.
Surprised, relieved, free and easy...
Perhaps Rona had already anticipated something the moment he agreed.
After all, no one knows Rhona better than him.
"Are you sure it was Rona who drove Death into a dream?" Stuart asked, looking back at Tasenke.
"Uh... It may also be that the sacrificial rituals of those Annihilation Cultists cannot sustain the long-term arrival of the God of Death."
Tasenke seemed to have anticipated Stuart's question.
After all, no one knows death better than him.
Stuart didn't care about the change in Tasenke's expression, and maintained a flat expression, but he was talking with Verdelli in spirit.
"How? How's the data analysis going?"
"Don't worry, I'm just a mobile copy right now, and the performance is not enough. If you walk around, I'll collect some data from other places."
"Um."
Tasenke watched Stuart walking around in the area affected by the nightmare.
At first, he didn't pay attention to it. After all, even the personnel of the three major forces need to investigate seriously for such a big matter, which is normal.
But when Stuart wandered around for an hour, he finally couldn't help it.
"Are you looking for something?" Tasenk stepped forward and asked.
"I'm collecting data." Stuart's expression remained unchanged, but at the same time he couldn't help urging mentally.
"How are you?"
"Hurry up, hurry up, right away... the model is finished!"
Stuart breathed a sigh of relief, and this slight change in expression did not hide from Tasenke's eyes: "You, what did you find?"
Stuart didn't answer his question, but calmly glanced at the headmaster of the Black Mist Church: "Let's go."
Tasenke didn't dare to ask more questions.
After the matter was settled, Stuart returned to his temporary residence and took out a spar from his pocket.
The dots of fluorescence turned into a silver-haired woman floating in the air.
"What exactly did your model simulate?" Stuart asked bluntly.
"Don't worry."
Verdelli glanced at him, waved her hand casually, and the torrent of arrays became a concrete image, "This is a nightmare, this is the real world we live in..."
She introduced Stewart to the basic principles of the model.
and deduced conclusions.
"...Well, that's about it."
"So..." Stuart poured himself a glass of water, "The reaction in the deep sea caused some special changes in the nightmare. At this time, the Annihilation Cultist just opened the passage between the nightmare and reality, plus some unknown factors Impression, so the god of death appeared?"
"The summary is in place." Verdelli nodded slightly, agreeing to this.
She grabbed the model casually, rubbed it, and it turned into a fruit, gnawing on it bit by bit.
"However, don't you think such a series of things is too coincidental?" Stuart frowned, still feeling something was wrong.
"coincide?"
Verdelli looked up and thought about it seriously, "Maybe it's true, but there are too many coincidences in this world, so don't always keep that kind of view of conspiracy."
"Oh? Where are there too many?" Stuart became interested.
"It's like the world we live in. Birth is a coincidence. Every life is unique. Isn't it a coincidence for them to appear in this world?"
Verdelli ate the last bite of fruit, and wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief in satisfaction.
"...well, yes."
Stuart couldn't refute.
"But having said that, Oshia seems to know the existence of God of Death." Verdelli brought up another topic, and she was quite concerned about it.
When they sent the relevant news to O'Shea, she was quite surprised by the existence of Death.
There was no direct answer to their inquiries.
You will understand when you come to the Hearthstone Tavern
"She is mysterious, she has always been like this." Stuart sighed, stood up and began to organize things, "Let's go, one day should be enough for the journey."
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As a believer of the Lord of Black Mist, it is reasonable to snatch the god-given items of the Annihilation Cultists, right?
As for how the "god" believed by the Annihilation Cultist gave this item, Rona naturally didn't know about it, and he had no interest in exploring the inner world of the madman.
The conversation with Rona is over.
Luo Chuan threw away the magic phone, sat on the edge of the bed and lay down.
"Luochuan Luochuan, what do you think?"
Yao Ziyan sat down beside Luo Chuan, poked his cheek and asked.
"See with your eyes."
Luo Chuan closed his eyes, and his voice sounded lazy.
Yao Ziyan rolled her eyes and poked Luo Chuan's rib instead: "Be serious."
Facts have proved that the name of the underbelly does have its meaning.
"Don't make trouble."
"Then tell me quickly."
"What did I say?"
Luo Chuan sighed, sat up and scratched his head, "Anyway, the members of the Annihilation Cult must be villains, and they can't just clean up like the God of Doom, that can only mean that someone..."
"Something?" Yao Ziyan asked.
"It's nothing." Luo Chuan shook his head, "Just take it as your intuition."
He can't say, according to the personality of an unscrupulous author, God knows if he will make a little show at the end?
...
"This is the area eroded by nightmares."
Tasenke, the patriarch of the Black Mist Church, stopped in front of a ruin.
Stuart looked at the scene in front of him.
Empty, gray, dead still... A strange breath lingers, everything seems to be soaked by some special force, and all that remains is an empty shell.
This is the most obvious feature left by the nightmare erosion.
Stuart squatted down and picked up a handful of dirt, a strange feeling came from his hands.
The dirt is dead.
The moment the nightmare fell, its life had been completely deprived.
The life here is not the life possessed by creatures in the ordinary sense, but a symbolic meaning at the information level.
"Where did the Grim Reaper appear?" Stuart asked.
"Right where you are," said Tasenk.
"At that time, the Annihilation Cultists were about to lose, and we still didn't relax. Those lunatics could do everything, but none of us thought that at the last moment, the God of Death would cross the barrier between dream and reality and descend. If it wasn't for Lord Rona Abandoning myself and re-entering it into the dreamland, maybe I won't be able to stand here."
Tasenk sighed softly.
When the god of death came, each of them clearly felt the approaching death.
The doomed ending was reversed by Lord Rona.
Abandoning himself, leaving the hope of life to them.
Tasenke folded his arms on his chest, offering his most pious vision to this mysterious believer of the black mist.
At the last moment, he clearly saw the expression on Rona's face.
Surprised, relieved, free and easy...
Perhaps Rona had already anticipated something the moment he agreed.
After all, no one knows Rhona better than him.
"Are you sure it was Rona who drove Death into a dream?" Stuart asked, looking back at Tasenke.
"Uh... It may also be that the sacrificial rituals of those Annihilation Cultists cannot sustain the long-term arrival of the God of Death."
Tasenke seemed to have anticipated Stuart's question.
After all, no one knows death better than him.
Stuart didn't care about the change in Tasenke's expression, and maintained a flat expression, but he was talking with Verdelli in spirit.
"How? How's the data analysis going?"
"Don't worry, I'm just a mobile copy right now, and the performance is not enough. If you walk around, I'll collect some data from other places."
"Um."
Tasenke watched Stuart walking around in the area affected by the nightmare.
At first, he didn't pay attention to it. After all, even the personnel of the three major forces need to investigate seriously for such a big matter, which is normal.
But when Stuart wandered around for an hour, he finally couldn't help it.
"Are you looking for something?" Tasenk stepped forward and asked.
"I'm collecting data." Stuart's expression remained unchanged, but at the same time he couldn't help urging mentally.
"How are you?"
"Hurry up, hurry up, right away... the model is finished!"
Stuart breathed a sigh of relief, and this slight change in expression did not hide from Tasenke's eyes: "You, what did you find?"
Stuart didn't answer his question, but calmly glanced at the headmaster of the Black Mist Church: "Let's go."
Tasenke didn't dare to ask more questions.
After the matter was settled, Stuart returned to his temporary residence and took out a spar from his pocket.
The dots of fluorescence turned into a silver-haired woman floating in the air.
"What exactly did your model simulate?" Stuart asked bluntly.
"Don't worry."
Verdelli glanced at him, waved her hand casually, and the torrent of arrays became a concrete image, "This is a nightmare, this is the real world we live in..."
She introduced Stewart to the basic principles of the model.
and deduced conclusions.
"...Well, that's about it."
"So..." Stuart poured himself a glass of water, "The reaction in the deep sea caused some special changes in the nightmare. At this time, the Annihilation Cultist just opened the passage between the nightmare and reality, plus some unknown factors Impression, so the god of death appeared?"
"The summary is in place." Verdelli nodded slightly, agreeing to this.
She grabbed the model casually, rubbed it, and it turned into a fruit, gnawing on it bit by bit.
"However, don't you think such a series of things is too coincidental?" Stuart frowned, still feeling something was wrong.
"coincide?"
Verdelli looked up and thought about it seriously, "Maybe it's true, but there are too many coincidences in this world, so don't always keep that kind of view of conspiracy."
"Oh? Where are there too many?" Stuart became interested.
"It's like the world we live in. Birth is a coincidence. Every life is unique. Isn't it a coincidence for them to appear in this world?"
Verdelli ate the last bite of fruit, and wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief in satisfaction.
"...well, yes."
Stuart couldn't refute.
"But having said that, Oshia seems to know the existence of God of Death." Verdelli brought up another topic, and she was quite concerned about it.
When they sent the relevant news to O'Shea, she was quite surprised by the existence of Death.
There was no direct answer to their inquiries.
You will understand when you come to the Hearthstone Tavern
"She is mysterious, she has always been like this." Stuart sighed, stood up and began to organize things, "Let's go, one day should be enough for the journey."
As a believer of the Lord of Black Mist, it is reasonable to snatch the god-given items of the Annihilation Cultists, right? As for how the "god" believed by the Annihilation Cultist gave this item, Rona naturally didn't know about it, and he had no interest in exploring the inner world of the madman. The conversation with Rona is over. Luo Chuan threw away the magic phone, sat on the edge of the bed and lay down. "Luochuan Luochuan, what do you think?" Yao Ziyan sat down beside Luo Chuan, poked his cheek and asked. "See with your eyes." Luo Chuan closed his eyes, and his voice sounded lazy. Yao Ziyan rolled her eyes and poked Luo Chuan's rib instead: "Be serious." Facts have proved that the name of the underbelly does have its meaning. "Don't make trouble." "Then tell me quickly." "What did I say?" Luo Chuan sighed, sat up and scratched his head, "Anyway, the members of the Annihilation Cult must be villains, and they can't just clean up like the God of Doom, that can only mean that someone..." "Something?" Yao Ziyan asked. "It's nothing." Luo Chuan shook his head, "Just take it as your intuition." He can't say, according to the personality of an unscrupulous author, God knows if he will make a little show at the end? ... "This is the area eroded by nightmares." Tasenke, the patriarch of the Black Mist Church, stopped in front of a ruin. Stuart looked at the scene in front of him. Empty, gray, dead still... A strange breath lingers, everything seems to be soaked by some special force, and all that remains is an empty shell. This is the most obvious feature left by the nightmare erosion. Stuart squatted down and picked up a handful of dirt, a strange feeling came from his hands. The dirt is dead. The moment the nightmare fell, its life had been completely deprived. The life here is not the life possessed by creatures in the ordinary sense, but a symbolic meaning at the information level. "Where did the Grim Reaper appear?" Stuart asked. "Right where you are," said Tasenk. "At that time, the Annihilation Cultists were about to lose, and we still didn't relax. Those lunatics could do everything, but none of us thought that at the last moment, the God of Death would cross the barrier between dream and reality and descend. If it wasn't for Lord Rona Abandoning myself and re-entering it into the dreamland, maybe I won't be able to stand here." Tasenk sighed softly. When the god of death came, each of them clearly felt the approaching death. The doomed ending was reversed by Lord Rona. Abandoning himself, leaving the hope of life to them. Tasenke folded his arms on his chest, offering his most pious vision to this mysterious believer of the black mist. At the last moment, he clearly saw the expression on Rona's face. Surprised, relieved, free and easy... Perhaps Rona had already anticipated something the moment he agreed. After all, no one knows Rhona better than him. "Are you sure it was Rona who drove Death into a dream?" Stuart asked, looking back at Tasenke. "Uh... It may also be that the sacrificial rituals of those Annihilation Cultists cannot sustain the long-term arrival of the God of Death." Tasenke seemed to have anticipated Stuart's question. After all, no one knows death better than him. Stuart didn't care about the change in Tasenke's expression, and maintained a flat expression, but he was talking with Verdelli in spirit. "How? How's the data analysis going?" "Don't worry, I'm just a mobile copy right now, and the performance is not enough. If you walk around, I'll collect some data from other places." "Um." Tasenke watched Stuart walking around in the area affected by the nightmare. At first, he didn't pay attention to it. After all, even the personnel of the three major forces need to investigate seriously for such a big matter, which is normal. But when Stuart wandered around for an hour, he finally couldn't help it. "Are you looking for something?" Tasenk stepped forward and asked. "I'm collecting data." Stuart's expression remained unchanged, but at the same time he couldn't help urging mentally. "How are you?" "Hurry up, hurry up, right away... the model is finished!" Stuart breathed a sigh of relief, and this slight change in expression did not hide from Tasenke's eyes: "You, what did you find?" Stuart didn't answer his question, but calmly glanced at the headmaster of the Black Mist Church: "Let's go." Tasenke didn't dare to ask more questions. After the matter was settled, Stuart returned to his temporary residence and took out a spar from his pocket. The dots of fluorescence turned into a silver-haired woman floating in the air. "What exactly did your model simulate?" Stuart asked bluntly. "Don't worry." Verdelli glanced at him, waved her hand casually, and the torrent of arrays became a concrete image, "This is a nightmare, this is the real world we live in..." She introduced Stewart to the basic principles of the model. and deduced conclusions. "...Well, that's about it." "So..." Stuart poured himself a glass of water, "The reaction in the deep sea caused some special changes in the nightmare. At this time, the Annihilation Cultist just opened the passage between the nightmare and reality, plus some unknown factors Impression, so the god of death appeared?" "The summary is in place." Verdelli nodded slightly, agreeing to this. She grabbed the model casually, rubbed it, and it turned into a fruit, gnawing on it bit by bit. "However, don't you think such a series of things is too coincidental?" Stuart frowned, still feeling something was wrong. "coincide?" Verdelli looked up and thought about it seriously, "Maybe it's true, but there are too many coincidences in this world, so don't always keep that kind of view of conspiracy." "Oh? Where are there too many?" Stuart became interested. "It's like the world we live in. Birth is a coincidence. Every life is unique. Isn't it a coincidence for them to appear in this world?" Verdelli ate the last bite of fruit, and wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief in satisfaction. "...well, yes." Stuart couldn't refute. "But having said that, Oshia seems to know the existence of God of Death." Verdelli brought up another topic, and she was quite concerned about it. When they sent the relevant news to O'Shea, she was quite surprised by the existence of Death. There was no direct answer to their inquiries. You will understand when you come to the Hearthstone Tavern "She is mysterious, she has always been like this." Stuart sighed, stood up and began to organize things, "Let's go, one day should be enough for the journey."
