Standing in front of the coastline of Loran Island, Jingchuan is like a mortal.

Staring at the sea, his eyes were full of a special look, and he seemed to be a little silent.

Jingchuan has devoured the will of the world, and from the will of the devouring world, Jingchuan has seen everything.

It turns out that the will of the world that communicates with Jingchuan is not the real lord of the galaxy, the lord of the galaxy has indeed fallen, and the will of the earth is nothing more than a thing similar to a steward involved by the lord of the galaxy, responsible for finding the next will of the earth on the earth.

The reason why he claims to be the lord of the galaxy is to test whether the candidate has the courage to do so, after all, accepting the will of the earth may be taken away.

Jingchuan accepted the test of the Lord of the Galaxy, and after receiving the gift, he has always faced the Lord of the Galaxy with a grateful attitude, and wants to carry forward the wish of the Lord of the Galaxy.

At the same time, Jing Chuan also knew his strength as a powerhouse of the will of the earth and the level of the Heavenly Dao.

The current Jingchuan is at least three times stronger than before!

Moreover, this is still the strength of Jingchuan's will on the earth is extremely weak, and it has not reached its peak.

It can be seen how strong the will of the earth is at its peak, and it is easy to kill the current Jingchuan.

It's just that everything is now handed over to Jingchuan, who has become the new will of the earth and has the authority of the earth.

The authority of those earth wills has been attributed to Jingchuan.

For example, what uses the power of faith to fabricate one by one 'gods', as if the will of the earth dealt with Jingchuan, creating experience babies one by one, the key is that those experience babies are still convinced of their own identities and think that they are really those characters in history.

Of course, this is also nonsense, who will be idle and idle to doubt that they are not themselves?

The people who would have given birth to such suspicions are now in mental hospitals, and there are no survivors at all.

Jing Chuan recalled the analogy made by the will of the earth before, and muttered: "Since I have inherited the will of the earth, then I will increase the number of 'trees' on the earth, make the 'photosynthesis' more vigorous, make the aura of the earth more prosperous, and I will be more powerful." ”

If you want to have more spiritual energy on the earth, you need to expand the number of cultivators on the earth, so that the more cultivators there are, the better, and they must be colorful and not single-minded, and try not to let those cultivators be aware of their existence.

After accepting the inheritance of the will of the earth, Jingchuan understood more things, and these operations made some sense.

"The church system doesn't seem to be suitable now, and there are few gods after all..."

Jing Chuan pondered for a moment and muttered to himself, "It's time to give the cultivation methods of the Luna Cultists and Thunder Cultists in the other world to the church, let the church give the disciples according to the degree of contribution, and let the faith go to the next level." ”

Although after taking over the ability of the will of the earth, Jingchuan no longer needs faith, but condensing living beings requires endless faith, so it is still necessary for the church to exist.

But then again, before becoming the will of the earth, Jingchuan had already created a creature, Cthulhu.

But unlike the creatures created by the will of the earth, Cthulhu created by himself does not have a will of his own, and is manipulated by himself like a doppelganger, which is not very good.

Jingchuan is going to wait for his faith to be sufficient, implant his own ideas for Cthulhu, let him go to the other world to make trouble first, and when his side stabilizes, he will go to bring the planet in the other world into his control.

After all, it is also a smart planet, and it must be taken back into its hands.

"My current faith skills are not enough for Cthulhu to have a consciousness of his own, and I need to think about it in the long run. ”

Jing Chuan thought to himself: "First arrange a hand of aura revival, starting from Europe, what magic academies, vampires, witchers, werewolves, King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table... Taken together, it gives Europeans a sense of confusion, making them feel like they are in a magical Middle Ages. ”

After Jing Chuan made a decision, the movements in his hands quickly began to condense, and part of the belief from the Thunder Lord began to be transformed, preparing to create three people.

A vampire, a werewolf, and an exorcist.

Vampires and werewolves are both transmissible, but they assimilate a human for twenty days of weakness.

This prevents most of the humans from being assimilated into the Werewolf Bloodline, and the exorcist will be broadcast by Jingchuan on the outskirts of the Rus' Country, far away from the Bloodline and the Werewolves, so as to prevent him from quickly discovering the Werewolf Blood Clan and thus dying violently.

Werewolves and vampires are hostile, exorcists are hostile to werewolves and vampires, and the three are hostile to each other, and the hatred of the country and the family is the possibility of alleviation.

This is also what Jingchuan wants to see the most, so that there will be a feeling of love and hate.

The Bloodlines haunt Rome, where werewolves appear in London, Britain, and exorcists are found on the outskirts of Moscow.

The three are not very close to each other, and they will not encounter each other in the first place, which is excellent.

Next, Jing Chuan had to implant a storyline into their brains, and Jing Chuan was the best at this kind of storyline.

A long time ago, Jing Chuan was also an unknown online writer, and his ability to make up stories was also top.

Even if there were any loopholes, Jing Chuan believed that the three lifeforms created by himself would not notice anything wrong.

......

British London, the night is full of eternity, in the illusion of everything, in the barren hills outside London, a hand suddenly stretched out of the dirt!

"Quack Quack ——!!!"

The crow chirped in the night, and the sound seemed to pierce the sky, like a death proclamation from the Grim Reaper.

The hand in the middle of the barren hill swayed through the dirt, and a figure emerged from the soil, its whole body full of dirt!

However, you can see through the dirt that the area covered by the dirt is full of black and blue hair, which is slender and full of muscle.

"Whew——!!!"

The moment it was picked up, the first thing the figure did was not to take a big breath, but to raise his head to the sky and howl.

His blood-colored eyes were filled with fierce killing intent, and his face was wolf-like, looking full of danger.

Werewolf!

A werewolf!

A werewolf full of explosive damage!

He slowly rose from the soil, and memories flooded in, but it didn't help, the killing had filled his mind, and he wasn't in the mood to think about memories right now.

"Eat, I'm going to eat!!"

Saliva dripping from their cold fangs, sanity overwhelmed by voracious desire, werewolves wandered around the suburbs of London, searching for living creatures to replenish their energy by devouring them.

In the dark night, two inspectors from the small town of Calle in the London suburb of London leisurely drove their inspector cars and patrolled the neighborhood.

The town of Calais has not had a criminal case for three years, and has been awarded the title of Town of Peace for five years in a row, and for them, the daily patrols are nothing more than routine.

"Wilson, when do you think we're going to be able to get a big case?"

In the inspector's car, the thinner inspector was driving intently, and suddenly asked the fat policeman sitting next to him, and said with some resentment: "I don't want to do these anymore!"

The young inspector who opened his mouth was named Jack, a young man who had just joined the inspector, young and vigorous, and before joining the company, he fantasized that he could one day become a hero in the pursuit of international fugitives, just like in the movie.

It's a pity that there is always a gap between the ideal and the reality, but he didn't expect that his task would be to drive out for a spin every morning, noon, and night, or help the old lady in the town find some lost pets, which is completely different from the inspector days he imagined!

Jack had even forgotten what his pistol was up to.

'Hopefully tonight I'll come across a big case, the kind that can shock all of Great Britain at once, and make me a national hero all at once!'

Jack thought to himself, as if he had thought of the moment when he was dressed as a battle hero and was appointed as a national hero by the Prime Minister.

"Little Jack, we're in the suburbs of London, how could there be any case here?"

The fat Wilson looked at Jack and said seriously: "We don't have much of value, even criminals are going to London, and even if there is any case here, it is the elite inspector of London to handle the case, what does it have to do with us?"

"Patrol well, drive around the town three times a day and get a good pay, earn more. ”

With that, Wilson narrowed his eyes, as if he wanted to take a nap.

Seeing this, Jack could only pout and have a deep dissatisfaction with Wilson.

He felt that this colleague of his was not worthy of being an inspector at all, and he was not worthy of being the guardian of the people of the town.

"Tsk. ”

Jack made a mocking sound in his throat, seemingly dismissive of the colleague, and Wilson was unimpressed by the hairy boy's taunt.

In his opinion, this young man is just hot-headed, and he will react after a few more years, knowing that this is the most comfortable position.

One looks down on the other and thinks the other is messing around, and the other also looks down on the other and thinks that the other side is a stunned young man.

For a moment, the entire inspector car was filled with silence and silence, and no one spoke.

Jack concentrated on driving the car, without any words, after dozens of minutes, Jack was about to speak, to relieve the embarrassing situation, suddenly a black shadow flashed in front of the car, Jack couldn't dodge, directly hit the black shadow!

"Not good!"

Jack hurriedly braked, and Wilson woke up and looked at Jack incredulously: "You hit someone?!"

"Go down and have a look!"

With that, the two opened the car door in unison, ready to get out of the car to observe the injuries of the wounded.

Jack's mind went blank and he felt like he was finished.

He staggered out of the car, and saw the figure lying on the ground in the distance, his lips trembling slightly, and he didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, the figure who had been bumped suddenly stood up, and there was a blood-red glow in his eyes.

"Whew——!!!"

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PS: I recommend a new book, "Cthulhu in the Eyes of the Writing Wheel", today I am testing the waters, writing Cthulhu, if you are interested, you can take a look.