Foreign bans are limited to the specific content of the poem of despair, and blocking the content prevents it from spreading wildly on the Internet.

The journalists' reports did not mention the text of the poem of despair, but merely expressed support for it in a public demonstration.

Kemon suggested that more efforts should be made to prevent such encouragement from occurring.

If you don't punish them heavily, how can you stop those madmen who spread despair.

A meeting was held between the relevant departments and it was considered that there was a real need to increase efforts.

"We have begun to interfere beyond our authority, it is better to do a little more, for the sake of all mankind, it doesn't matter how bad our reputation is......" The information department of the Investigation Bureau issued a proposal to the cyber mythical beast after a meeting - increase efforts.

Ten minutes later, Kemon searched for the news and found that it was blocked and could not be read.

Searching for other similar news, I can't find the page anymore and can't search for it.

Kemeng then looked through the foreign self-media communities, and the comments encouraging him to embrace pessimism and despair were gone.

"I'm out of comments?"

"If you're sick, you can't say it, just seal it?"

"I'm really boring in my life." The comment disappeared in a flash after ten seconds of refreshing.

There is too much information to be processed, and some comments need to be judged to encourage pessimism, so they can't be deleted in seconds.

Kemon turned around, and some netizens on the Internet found that they were accused of commenting and could not express those compassionate thoughts.

Then all kinds of yin and yang weird comments came out, not talking about pessimistic and desperate topics, just a strong yin and yang weirdness, and all kinds of hints without tonality.

"I'm sorry to be human."

"I haven't done anything bad in my life, why is this?"

"In? Why don't you speak! ”

"I told it!"

The cyber mythical beast has humanoid intelligence, but in the face of the comments of such old yin and yang people, it takes longer to verify.

After all, there are too many yin and yang people on the Internet, and it is okay to have only tens of thousands of yin and yang weird comments, and it can quickly identify and deal with them.

But when millions of yin and yang netizens make efforts online, the computing resources required by the cyber beast will be much more, and it will no longer be able to deal with it quickly.

Kemeng couldn't cry or laugh, although he wanted to help the Internet Divine Beast, but he had no choice but to rely on it to slowly identify it.

Some comments don't think seriously and don't get to despair, which is much better than a straightforward sentence of persuasion to death.

Kemon's attention turned to other areas, and now that the concept of good things had come out, the Bureau of Investigation had made a document and sent it to the Bureau of Investigation in neighboring countries.

Although we are competing, we are natural allies in the face of a desperate global crisis.

Even if the investigation bureau overstepped its authority to control and criticize, it was for the safety of all mankind.

Next, we will wait for the foreign country to react, and the other party is not weak, but it is a country with zero-level items.

If the other party can't even do the answer direction, then this country is really not good.

This is a big project, and it won't work so quickly for the time being.

Luckily, despair wasn't born so quickly, and Kemon took on something else - Shadowstream.

The Shadowstream Organisation is the initiator of this global sacrifice ritual, and the last time Kimon had been watching the existence of the Shadowstream Leader in his dreams.

I didn't clean it up last time, because I couldn't clean it up because I couldn't clean it up from the distance between time and space, and the other party didn't dream, at least every time Kemeng slept, he didn't find the other party sleeping.

Leaning back in his computer chair, he closed his eyes and hypnotized himself, falling into a deep sleep.

Grunt.

The sound of the water ringing in my ears.

Kemon opens his eyes and becomes the evil god Cthulhu.

In the distance, a ghost in a black tattered cloak, seems to want to make a brief report.

Kemon listened attentively to the reports of his subordinates while listening to the reports of his subordinates.

Cross-border synaesthesia takes some time, and the content reported by the black ghost is the first to flow into Kemon's heart.

The black ghost said that the human adventurer was killed by the monster, and the vitality was great.

Even so, it didn't stop the adventurers from practicing in the wild.

These humans were as reluctant as weeds, and the black ghost had never seen such a reluctant creature.

Death is not the end for them, but a new life.

Even if their strength has declined, they have embarked on a new path.

Kemon's attention was originally on the group leader of the blue star, and when he heard the report of the black ghost, he suddenly became interested and listened to the ghost's summary.

After dying many times, human adventurers seem to have comprehended the skills of the realm of death, which is very peculiar.

Although there are not many people in the field of this kind of skill, judging by the learning ability of human adventurers, they will spread sooner or later, and they are this kind of hard-working race that likes to share technology.

After the black ghost finished reporting, it floated away with great enjoyment.

It doesn't need to be rewarded by the evil gods, and the pressure of staring during the debriefing alone makes the ghost feel comfortable.

Kemon wondered what new skills the player had developed that made the Black Ghost pay special attention.

It's a pity that the black ghost doesn't know how to describe that skill, and Kemon is also confused.

It was also at this time that the picture from the blue star finally opened up.

Once again, Kemon saw the strange tentacle creature.

It's not quite accurate to say that it's a tentacle monster, but this term is very close to its appearance characteristics, so I'll call it a tentacle monster for the time being.

The place where the tentacle monster lived was still the plain of blood and bones, and the black shadow spear was stuck in a pile of bones, and under the bones was a pool of deep black mire.

Compared to last time, the shadow body of the Shadow Spear seems to be dyed with a red mist.

Kemon felt it for a moment, it was the fog of despair attached to the Shadow Spear.

Once again, the tentacle monster spotted Kemon and performed a strange dance in place.

Kemon parsed a passage to the following effect:

"Who are you and why do you keep following me!"

"I don't know who you are, but if you come with sincerity, we can talk about it well, but there is one basic requirement, my heart is already a person of the Lord of the Shadow Stream, and I will not become your believer."

"Other requirements, everything is easy to say, for example, our Blue Star is rich in special power items, maybe there are items in it that will help you......"

As a result of several sneak peeps, the tentacle monster has discovered that Kemon is not really the Lord of the Shadow Stream, but an unknown being of unknown origin.

It's normal to be debunked, and Kemon doesn't expect the other party to worship him all the time.

The boss behind the shadow stream moves from time to time, and as long as the two communicate, they will definitely find out that Kemon is a fake.

From the beginning of the sacrificial ritual to the present, Kemon has secretly watched several times in his dreams, but the first few times he has not been discovered.

Today, the tentacle monster suddenly knew that it recognized the wrong person, and it is estimated that the Lord of the Shadow Flow secretly contacted it today, blaming the tentacle monster group leader for why he didn't summon it.