In the deep darkness, two fluttering red lights suddenly flashed, like blood-colored demonic flames, rippling with the most insidious and dirty emotional colors.

Desires.

Terrible and intense desires, unjustified greed.

Fei looked at the endless darkness at the source of her gaze, and for a moment it seemed as if time stood still, and the stones and the falling earth stood still, forming a vivid and absurd portrait.

She could feel the malice directed at her.

The antagonism of nature made her feel a sense of rejection that bordered on disgust.

This breath ...

It's exactly the same as the one I saw before.

That's what HR made of?

Fei's cold face was slightly moved, remembering some things that had happened to Silos.

Suspected cultists were sacrificed in groups, but the methods were more primitive.

Fei repeatedly made mistakes in front of Magpie and couldn't keep calm at any time.

Because for the tricolor world, the meaning of the candle flame is different.

Almost cut off from the inner world.

This is not a normal situation, and no one can remain calm and rational in front of the candle flame, especially if they know that their hearts may be seen through.

Authentic self is the foundation of survival.

Objectively speaking.

The girl is good enough to far surpass her peers.

Calm, excellent, determined, and intuitive.

Her knowledge is clearly stored in the knowledge related to the scene in front of her.

It was the information that circulated throughout the world, but it was a real event for the girl.

The same breath.

Same taste.

Those guys... ！！

Compared to thirteen years ago, tens of millions of years ago, it still hasn't changed.

Fei's somewhat dilated pupils refocused as she focused.

A lot of knowledge that is kept in mind is like flowing water flowing through the heart.

- Indispensable knowledge as a resident of the Inner World and as a future emperor.

"Ballad of the Head"

It is also called "wishful order".

An urban legend that is popular all over the world.

At the same time, it is also a technology that does things.

The starting point of this technique is very low, and as long as you have an intellectual life, you can try to get in touch with it and use it.

Its origins are no longer known.

Before the New Era, the Toutou Ballad was a unique thaumaturgy in the Wasteland, used for sacrifice, healing, and warfare.

Later, due to the migration of certain wandering races, they were brought around the world.

This is a strange and cruel technique, but it has a plague-like folk circulation, which cannot be completely exterminated by mortal power, and has never been recognized by any faction in the inner world.

At the beginning of the new era, the Slar United Divine Research Institute had thoroughly investigated a massacre in the jurisdiction, when there were not many human races, and many places were deserted.

In this case, there was a terrible massacre of 100,000 people, which can be said to be a very big thing.

After all.

It wasn't long before the Great Avalanche was over.

And all pan-human beings are the descendants of the ancestors who once had three cities plugged in.

When the population is scarce, there is a massacre!

Aside from the personal needs of some candle flames and the friction between the two gardens, this is arguably the largest death incident.

The prisoner is said to have been caught, but that kind of rhetoric can only deceive newcomers who have recently stepped into the inner world.

Just a few scapegoats that were caught at random.

Then, the enraged Research Institute secretly sent a number of powerful men to try to find the users of the head-raising rumor.

The stalker pursued the fleeing warlock all the way, and killed him in the underground cave of the border wasteland, where he was nowhere to be found.

Half a year later, the previously embarrassed users of the toutou rumor returned with huge meat monsters, and as soon as they appeared, they began to carry out extremely efficient slaughter, as if they were warlocks who used this as a base to carry out higher standards.

Cities fall, nations perish, and the transcendent are as powerless as mortals in the face of an overwhelming array of fleshy monsters, and the gods lose their followers and dwellings, and gradually disappear.

The cruel and sane toutoutou user, the toucker, has set up a pot of broth in the base camp.

Intellectual beings from all over the world were brought to this humus-filled city, and then tied to pillars or pre-treated and thrown into pots.

The provocateurs are not arrogant, and they certainly are not low-key, they are just doing what they want to do.

Cruel but not insane, they thirst for power and have a strict hierarchy that instinctively obeys the rules of their sacrifices.

Toutoutou ballads can naturally transform them, the nature remains the same, but the means of action will be much more efficient.

In other words.

Become better.

Campaign-optimized version of "yourself".

Finally, there is a rumor that when I saw the rotation of heaven and earth, the sun and the moon on that day, everything lost its voice.

Since then.

These demonic provocateurs have since disappeared.

Obviously, some candles who couldn't sit still moved their hands.

There is no shortage of evil gods in this world, and sacrifices are commonplace.

However, the "provocative ballad" is not a local power system, but a kind of incomplete technique to change the individual's heart, position, and camp.

It is precisely because of its low requirements that it has created batches of quick pickers, and this is for its own expansion in the three-color world.

- Interference from outside the territory.

Neither man nor God can tolerate the existence of such fishermen.

If it appears, it will surely rise up and attack it.

It is impossible to give it the soil to grow and develop.

Judging from the results, the unknown forces in the outer lands have not been able to get their hands on the tricolor world.

The energy level of this place is too high, the local contradictions are fierce, and the biological camps are chaotic and evil.

It's not useless, but it's not worth paying too much.

But.. That doesn't mean they're giving up.

Frontal provocations could not succeed.

It even failed at one point.

But at the same time, the provocative ballad is like a spore mother that has been trampled on, spreading this simple technology to the world.

As long as you come into contact with an item with a unique aura, you will have the opportunity to contact the object of the sacrifice.

Then, the loser who was decadent yesterday may become a strong man under one person and above ten thousand people today.

Look!

The power of dreams!

Miracles of change!

What a great little thing~~

Who cares what happens to the world?

Thereupon.

Pickers are everywhere in society, and no one knows whether the person around them is a user of the headpicker.

Discerning them has become the most basic skill for every transcendent in the inner world.

Because most of the people who can't do this go into the pot.