God.

Before successfully condensing divinity, Lin Sheng did not believe in such an existence.

But now he believes.

Because in the world of Black Feather, the god that Ancelia is looking for, and the god he understands, is not the same species.

The gods there are only a kind of extreme existence that is strong enough.

God is nothing but a title, a supreme name for beings who are so powerful that they can't imagine themselves.

Therefore, the gods of different ethnic groups naturally have differences.

Staring at the purified man-made god in front of him, raccoon dog.

Lin Sheng came closer, looking at the baby who was soaked in green liquid through his transparent eyes.

There was no movement, there was no soul power in the baby's body, and there was no life, it was like a corpse. I don't know how long I died.

"It's a pity ....." Lin Sheng didn't make much moves, and after eliminating the erosion of the Black Tide, the so-called artificial god in front of him had actually completely lost his own activity.

With a wave of his hand, Lin Sheng's body suddenly exuded a large canopy of twisting power, pulling the spiked robot in front of him out of the ceiling and throwing it aside.

The huge robot body, under the action of the force field, fell silently on the ground on the left side.

Lin Sheng stared clearly at the small door of the secret room that appeared behind him.

It was a rusty, special secret door embedded in the ceiling mountain.

Lin Sheng slowly approached, the force field twisted, and suddenly the secret door slowly opened inward.

Inside is a large rectangular chamber.

In the secret room, just standing outside the door, Lin Sheng could also see that blue stones like coffins were erected on both sides of the place, and in the middle there was a cone-shaped silver platform similar to an altar, which was slowly rotating, silently releasing some faint fluctuations.

On the gray and black ground, there were some corpses lying here and there.

The corpses were all dressed in high-class uniforms inside the ship and were supposed to be special management.

Lin Sheng walked in slowly, scanning the surroundings.

At the moment when he just entered the door, the surrounding walls, ceilings and floors brightened and changed scenes.

From the previous pitch black and gloomy, it turned into a blue sky, and there were clouds slowly fluttering.

"Virtual simulations?"

Lin Sheng's attention was not on these, but looked straight at the back of the conical platform.

On the ground lay a corpse that was larger than a normal person.

The corpse was dressed in a commander-like attire.

Lin Sheng looked left and right, and reached out to grab the corpse.

A black compass-like thing on the corpse suddenly rose into the air and flew towards Lin Sheng.

With the help of this thing, he looked at the scans at work.

'The Missy Ritual begins with the following words: vibrating at a fixed frequency of the spirit while reciting the following words. ’

Underneath is a very simple-looking black text symbol.

It's just that Lin Sheng frowned slightly, and he couldn't understand these words and symbols at all.

"It's basically two languages and scripts before...."

He carefully identified it, and found that the text on it was not the same as the text used in the ship itself.

Lin Sheng also wanted to search carefully to see if he could find some other clues.

At this moment, a faint sound of a clock suddenly came slowly from my ears.

Lin Sheng was stunned for a moment, he knew that the dream was about to wake up.

..............

..............

Sitting on the high seat, Lin Sheng slowly came back to his senses from his dream.

When he opened his eyes, his breathing deepened slightly, and consciousness returned.

"Is it over?"

He straightened his back and exhaled softly.

Smack.

With a soft sound, a translucent chat room interface suddenly appeared in front of him.

The chat room was silent, and there didn't seem to be anyone talking.

Lin Sheng waited for a while, and suddenly a message popped up.

"It's boring, is anyone there?" - Purple Time.

"Isn't it just morning, and so early in the morning?"

"Is it morning over there? It's afternoon here. It seems that the time difference is a bit big. —Purple Time.

"Haven't you been making a fuss about some serial murders lately, and do you still have the leisure to come out and gossip?" - hopefully.

"It's okay, it's a long way from us, it doesn't matter. —Purple Time.

"Isn't your cousin in charge of this case?"

"yes, it's not me in charge, what are you afraid of. Speaking of which, I hope you've been in a pretty good mood lately?"

"yes, there's hope for the competition. "—Hope.

"What kind of deputy minister are you still doing? If it's me, what do you care so much about? Wouldn't it be better to have time to rest when you're free? Time is the most precious thing. —Purple Time.

"No, it's just my personal hobby, after all, I'm still young, and it's good to exercise more management skills. "—Hope.

"That's tiring, too. It's better to be like me, don't care about anything, just live in peace. ”

In another distant world.

Perola wore a purple tunic dress, gently pulled her long golden fringed hair, and showed a flawless smile in the mirror.

"Miss, it's time to go. Otherwise, after waiting for a long time, the old lady should talk again. ”

The waitress who was waiting on the side couldn't help but urge in a low voice.

"What's the hurry, I'm not okay yet. Isn't it just a messy banquet? Wouldn't it be the same if it was later?" Perola said casually and angrily.

Looking at the rainbow chat room that appeared in her field of vision, she finally replied.

"Okay, I'm going out, hey, the sun is shining today, I really don't want to go out. But I can't stand it, and my family has to ask me to go. It's annoying. —Purple Time.

"Go, go, go, it sounds like a happy life....." - give hope.

"No. —Purple Time.

"I.... Woke up from the chaos again......" - Red Whale.

"......." – Purple time.

"........" - to give hope.

It's cold....

Perola couldn't help but laugh out loud. Every time this paranoia appears, there is a cold spot around you.

He thought he was the highest Saint Laurent purple angel?

As soon as it appears, it comes with a forced BGM.

"Didn't you just wake up from the long river of time a while ago?" - give hope.

“........ Really? That's when I was wrong. —Red Whale.

Embarrassed....

Perola felt tooth ache when she looked at it, and decisively ignored the chat room.

Then he smirked vigorously in the mirror and endured it for a while before he slowly calmed down.

"I hate it! my makeup is all smiling!" As the most perfect flower of the academy Yves Saint Laurent, although she does not have angelic qualifications, she can become an angel with powerful abilities.

But her family and her own beauty, even if she has no qualifications, are the most dazzling existence on any occasion.

As the founder of the Silver Jetstar, her father and mother were all the ones who secretly mastered the incomparably powerful Jetstar Angels.