The indescribable thing is slowly growing in size before my eyes, and the Corals were originally transformed from absolute madness to direct believers, with a deep understanding of chaos and madness.

Approaching Cthulhu again, suppressing the madness in his heart, he couldn't stop it, squeezing everything in his body violently.

Eventually, the coral monster couldn't hold back on the last strings of reason and embraced absolute madness again.

As a believer in Cthulhu, it has no regrets, madness and disorder are what it is after, but the day has come early.

Kemon looked at the crazy coral monster, madness is not the end, he will once again harvest the souls of the other party, suck out the crazy information on those souls, and then become a direct believer.

This hand operation was completed in the blink of an eye, after all, it was the ontology shot.

The coralite left in a daze, and by the time its will digested the chaotic message, it would be stronger than ever.

Kemon's eyes looked at the black jade stone lying beneath the tentacles, and the light it emitted was not black light, but colorful light.

Being able to store god-level memories is definitely not a mortal thing, and Kemeng's mind is on how to read the memories in the Xuanyu Stone.

It stands to reason that there should be something near Laleye that can help Cthulhu unblock, otherwise when it is really time for players to attack Kremon, they can't let Kremon be pestled on the ground like a stake for players to fight.

That really doesn't have a sense of game experience, and the game designer probably won't design it that way.

If the second week boss can never move, Kemon will definitely greet the eighteenth generation ancestor of the game designer in his heart.

Kemon kept staring at the jade stone, all the while.

The Ancient God Seal forbade any movement, and the body couldn't move at all, only blinking his eyelids, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

Kemon rummaged through all the skills, and all the skills that needed to be moved could not be used, and the skills that could be used were basically skills in the spiritual realm.

The way I can think of is to keep looking, keep looking, use the means of ontological gaze to force a relationship with the Xuanyu stone, and then use the means of synaesthesia to peek at the god-level memory closed in this piece of jade.

Staring, blinking, Kemon saw the bright sky, as pure as a wash.

There was a gentle breeze in his ears, and the white hair of the rice balls was messy in the wind, and when he saw the owner waking up, he rolled around.

Kemeng got up and looked left and right, in the dream he experienced more than a dozen rounds of sacrifices, most of which were sacrifices of full-level monsters, they were sacrificed in a bunch, only one full-level subordinate passed Kemeng's test, but in the end he didn't pass the Blue Star level, which was a bit of a pity.

Secondly, there are also some low-level monsters who have launched sacrifices to Kemon, and what Kemon is looking for now are those low-level sacrifices.

The bandaged man half got up, held his bandaged hand, and pointed to a small stone a hundred meters away to the left, where the crystal-skinned Shirley was standing, with two special items under his feet.

Kemon looked at the bandage man and his teammates, five teammates were still sleeping, only the bandage man was sitting on the ground and woke up.

Kemeng nodded at the bandage man, and the bandage man waved his hand, knowing that Kemeng was going to use the big-faced cat to read the information, and said with his mouth: "Go, I'll wait for you here." ”

Kemon wondered a little as to why the captain didn't speak and used lip styling instead.

The scene was eerily quiet, and there was no sound.

Kemeng gradually felt the strange atmosphere of the scene, there was really no sound at all, but Shi Jun didn't panic, he panicked.

It is estimated that something from the Investigation Bureau blocked the surrounding voices, Kemeng made up the reason in his heart, and walked to Shirley with Tang Yuan.

He moved the big-faced cat out from behind a rock to see what the strange sacrifice that had been sent over today had a function.

The first sacrifice is a sacrifice from a team of players, and it is ten cards.

The things that players give away are rather bizarre, and they don't sacrifice equipment and the like, mainly because they feel that Cthulhu doesn't need this kind of thing, and it is better to sacrifice something curious.

Looking at the big-faced cat for fifteen seconds, Kemon's mind immediately had strange knowledge.

"Incredible Ancestral Ten Draws"

"This is a group of lottery cards that have been passed down in the seventh main city, and ten consecutive draws will produce golden cards, which have incredible magic."

The introductory language is relatively short and dry, but the content has already been pointed out, and it is the player's lottery card.

In addition, Kemon's mind also has some more text comprehension about cards, such as the text "Thank you for your patronage".

Pinching the ten cards in his hand, Kemon thought of the popular ten-draw function on the mobile game.

Is it a non-chieftain or a European emperor?

Although there is a slight expectation of the effect of the cards on the hand, but what if there is a big movement, I first asked the captain's opinion before deciding whether to draw or not.

Kemon looked at the second item, a sponge sent by a Level 250 believer in the Sea Area, which seemed to be able to absorb the sounds of the outside world.

"Sound-absorbing sponge"

"Sound is like a dry sponge, if you suck it in, you will always suck out some of it."

"The sound that is sucked out won't come back unless you squeeze the sponge and release the sound."

The side effects are not specified, the effect is relatively strange, and I feel that it is not very useful and not strong enough.

Kemon casually picked up the sound-absorbing sponge in his hand, opened his mouth to speak, and did not hear any sound.

I see, my voice has been sucked out.

No wonder when the rice balls were rolling, Shi Jun opened his mouth to speak without a sound, and the sound-absorbing sponge had already sucked out their sounds.

Kemon squeezed the sponge hard, and countless sounds rushed out of the yellow sponge.

The sound of the wind, the chirping of insects, the voice of the captain, the movement of pets, the rustling of leaves, all kinds of sounds poured out, as if pressing the fast-forward button, all the sounds returned to nature.

The sound of this moment returned, and all the teammates who were sleeping on the ground took off, and the carp stood up, thinking that something had exploded.

In the distance, the bandage man touched his throat, coughed, and heard his own voice.

Kemon tossed the sound-absorbing sponge into the storage scarf and retracted the preface, this thing is really strong.

Especially when all the sounds return to nature, the fast-forward sound movement squeezes into the eardrum like the Big Bang, which is too shocking.

Back in the team, Shi Jun and several teammates looked at Kemeng with the eyes of a powerful character.

"I used to know that you produce objects when you sleep, but this time I saw with my own eyes how it was produced, and it was really extraordinary." The bandage man gave a thumbs up and gave Kemon a thumbs up.

"Captain, you're already awake?"

"No, I woke up in the middle of the night to see how your special items were born." Shi Jun didn't shy away from it, opened the skylight and said brightly, I just want to see how your items came from.

Despite Kemon's claim in the bureau that new items are born every time he wakes up, some S-Class members believe that Kemon most likely has a cornucopia-type item capable of producing a steady stream of items.

Now that the bandage man is guarding Kemon himself, he finally sees the truth - there is no cornucopia.