"Well, stay two more hours." Kemon felt the door and didn't give up.

If that unknown being is not strong, they still have a chance to fight back.

After all, on his side, there are still zero-level items of the fire man who have not been used.

That terrifying high temperature, comparable to the temperature of the sun, also carries extraordinary strength attributes.

Except for the gods, there seems to be nothing in the world that can survive the attack of this item.

According to the gods, Kemon didn't know what the other gods were capable of, he only knew what Cthulhu was capable of.

With Cthulhu's abilities, and something like that, Kemon doesn't know what the outcome will be.

After all, he didn't use the evil god template to fight, and most of the time he was observing players, observing believers, observing dreams and orange stars.

It's quite aggrieved, but Kemon also sees it.

"Okay, then wait two hours." The bandage man nodded.

Due to the unbandage, no one on the Blue Star now knows Kemeng and the others.

Regarding the actions of Kemon and others, there is a blank.

In the room of the Infinity Gate, an S-Class member sits in the room.

There is no information about Kemon in the mission information he performs, but a relatively boring mission, guarding the infinite gate that may rebel.

A minute ago, he saw Kemon and the others, but as the bandages were untied, they disappeared from sight again.

In the next second, the bandage man touched him, and he suddenly became conscious and saw Kemeng and the others.

"You ......"

At this moment, the memory returned, and he remembered Kemon's mission.

"I see." He calmed down, and all the mysteries were solved.

The crowd waited here for a while, and Kemon felt that the alertness of his own spirit had vanished.

Shi Lao stepped forward and touched it, because he didn't understand spiritual hands, he couldn't synaesthesia like Kemeng to "change the direction of pushing the door".

"The thing on the other side of the door doesn't seem to be moving." Kemon said.

"Do you want to open the door?" The bandage man looked at Kemon, but he didn't expect Kemon to want to open the door in such a situation.

Over the door, it's quite dangerous, to be honest.

That tumbling wave, if there were not many special items to isolate the seawater, the boat would have capsized long ago.

And the last big wave, before it fell, everyone had a vague sense that a terrifying will was awakening.

"Don't open it, Amon, unstable." Everyone thinks it's inappropriate.

"Actually, we can deduce the situation over there."

Kemon was in no hurry to open the door, he needed to convince his companions.

"In the first case, the being senses the anomaly and leaves something to monitor the area, and it will come back to catch us."

"In the second case, it doesn't notice and leaves the scene."

"Third, it eats those things, and it doesn't know that eating too much dark food will escalate from nausea to dizziness and fainting."

"Next, we just need to open the door with zero presence, and the matter of opening the door will also be covered by the side effects of zero presence, and see what happens over there."

Kemon's plan was bold, like walking a tightrope.

He wanted to know what the hell was going on with the monster over there, and he had been puzzled and troublesome.

By the way, he can also dream of a wave of synaesthesia.

"That's it, I'm in a dream with a wave of synaesthesia, if I can see it, I don't have to open the door." Kemon is not a perfect person, and some things come to mind on the fly.

Everyone readily agreed, watched as Kemon moved out of the pet, then found a sofa and lay down to sleep.

Patrolling the world behind the door consumed a lot of Kemon's energy.

As soon as Kemon was hypnotized, he dreamed of the deep sea of Lalaye.

Lallaieri was silent, and nothing wandered here, like a dead city.

Kemon did not waste time, instant synaesthesia.

Poisonous green swamps, mud tanks, glowing fireflies, a five-meter-high gray mist, and a huge sea outside the island.

All kinds of information circulated in Kemon's mind.

Coupled with the fact that Kemon had personally visited that area, his connection to that area was strong enough.

After a while, a blurry picture came.

Gray fog, condensed above the island.

On the edges of the island, there were originally green trees, but at this moment, the trees and other objects were destroyed by the impact, and only a gray mist shrouded the island, and it was impossible to see what was inside.

Kemon wanted to see what was inside, but was hindered by force.

"This mist......" Cumon knew what it was by relying on the knowledge of the Cthulhu Gods.

This is a very special terrain, and that fog cloud can suppress spirituality, seal spirituality, and even condense spirituality, which can be used to breed some "things".

The spirituality of the outside world will be severely hindered through this fog, and it will be extremely heavy.

Kemeng forcibly penetrated with an evil god-level spirit, and he could only see an extremely distorted picture, very blurry, not knowing what was inside, only feeling that it was a mess.

To put it simply, the picture quality has changed from 1080P to 72P, and it's all mosaic.

The words of the creatures...... The answer is yes!

Sure enough, there are living beings.

Kemeng also wanted to know if the other party had fainted, but this step could not be determined, because the information was too detailed, and this special terrain restricted Kemeng's further synaesthesia.

"At the end of the day, it's a gamble." Lemon was in Laleye, talking to himself.

Kemon wondered what that was.

Is it a human being, or is it a special creature?

If it's a person, the information is extremely large!

After all, the door behind Mrs. Chen should not have been pushed by her, but someone else.

Think of the mysterious recording that appeared in that voice recorder.

Behind the door, maybe there's an organization!

To test this idea, Kémon wanted to open the door to see what the "thing" looked like.

If the other party faints, there is a high probability that they will appear in that forest.

Kemon didn't take the time to check the situation on the Orange Star's side, and he was currently focusing on reality.

Kemon synaesthesia himself, forcibly woke himself up.

"Awake?" Everyone was pleasantly surprised.

"Is there a catch?"

"Well, there's a little bit of a gain, but in the end it's a gamble." Kemon wasn't lying, because we were all people who worked together.

Behind the door, there must have been living creatures.

However, it is not clear whether the other party is awake or fainted.

What Kemon wants to gamble on is to trust his spiritual sense, and he thinks that there is no danger in pushing the door for the time being, so he will give it a try.

"Attention, it's not dangerous for the time being, which means that my sixth sense thinks that after opening the door, there may be danger." Kemon explained.

"You change the direction of pushing the door, and I'll push the door." At this point, the bandage man began to untie the third bandage.

"Okay."

Kemeng thought about it, the bandage man's zero sense of existence has not been exerted to the extreme, and if he unties more bandages, even Kemeng will forget his existence, which is more secure.

The Man in Bandage is the best assassin of all, he has no presence and does not even leave a message.

After a while, Kemon changed the direction of pushing the door with his spiritual hand, then did not open the door, waited in place, and wrote a piece of paper to warn himself not to go out for ten seconds for the time being.

Resistance Power is firing on and trying to resist the power of presence.

The bandaged man untied the bandages on his legs and hands, as strong as Kemon, and still forgot about him in an instant after struggling for a fraction of a second.

Creak.

The red door was pushed open again.

Kemon was unaware and looked at the note, confused.

Creak.

The red door is closed.

The bandaged man re-tied the bandage, and the traces of his presence quickly returned.