Long Yantian guessed half right, at this moment, there is indeed a behemoth in the sky.

The length of that thing is more than thirty kilometers, and if you get close, you can see that there are no swimming flagella like thousands of foot worms around its body, but each flagella has a diameter of more than ten meters, and it is no problem to say that it is a tentacle, it completely depends on the subjective consciousness of the observer.

The thing's skin was as thick as a wall, and it was squirming all over, with neural networks and organic matter forming the bubble-like chamber inside.

The cells in the body are constantly changing, absorbing the nutrients and energy of the netherworld, and the expelled gases form a cloud several kilometers thick, distorting the light and hiding the shape of the outline.

It's like being alive.

Although this thing is not yet fully grown, it is already as large as an island floating in the sky.

And the other half of the dragon complained that the sky guessed wrong, because the meteorite fire rain was not emitted by that thing, but directly poured out from the gap in the other world.

Libea - The sacred ship and flagship of the Obsidian Order.

A collection of countless grievances, the legendary ancient ark.

In fact, inside the behemoth, someone is waiting for a deal at the moment.

It may not be accurate to say that it is a transaction, but in fact, it should be said that it is an unequal exchange that both parties agree on.

The light inside the chamber was still bright, green and pale blue enough for anyone to see everyone's faces.

The huge oval-shaped chamber and all the passages were filled with the Apostles of the Obsidian Order.

You don't need to ask to know that these apostles are all concocted mutants, they are all wearing black armor, covered with foot-length robes, holding weapons in their hands, and their eyes are glazed.

Five black-robed old men stood on the wall of the cabin, separated by a huge crystal, staring intently at the other cabin at their feet.

Everyone had a nervous look on their faces, as if they were waiting for something.

"Do you feel it? A Holy Inquisitor has just arrived. An old man suddenly spoke.

"Well, I feel it too, but what is he doing here?"

"Who knows, the old guy from the Great Council may still be worried and want to confirm our progress."

"Huh-confirm progress? I think you want to send someone to spy on you, right? ”

"Heh, after all, their interests are involved, and it is reasonable to be cautious."

"However, didn't the law enforcer Meng Fei confirm it, just wait now, we will naturally send someone to report."

"Then you underestimate them too much, these politicians are insidious and cunning, they only have interests in their eyes, and they will not trust anyone except to send their own eyeliner to confirm it personally!"

Except for the short old man in the middle, who didn't speak, the rest of the black-robed old men talked about it, but everyone's eyes were fixed on the obsidian in the lower cabin.

The surface of the black stone was unusually smooth, and several runes could be faintly seen in rows, constantly changing, like numbers.

"The readings haven't changed much, is it past the peak of energy?" The muscles on the face of a well-built old man tensed, and his lips trembled slightly.

He continued, "Are you sure it's the time? If our calculations had gone wrong, maybe the Holy Envoy wouldn't have come at all, right? ”

"Huh? What did you say? The old man in his gold-trimmed robe turned his head away, his gaze temporarily off the obsidian.

"You can't go wrong! We have calculated for thousands of years, all factors have been taken into account, the peak of energy, is about to reach its highest. ”

The old man in the gold-rimmed robe shook his head, and his tone suddenly changed, "Could it be that you doubt the results of my calculations?" ”

"Ah, don't dare! I just have some doubts......" The old man with a fat figure in the first place looked even more nervous, his status was obviously inferior to that of the others.

"We've been preparing for so long, and those ignorant secular humans, although there have been a lot of mistakes in the middle, it will never be this time." The old man in the gold-trimmed robe said a little unpleasantly.

"Don't say it, watch it well, I believe him, do you know why?"

The shortest old man in the middle of the crowd, dressed in red and black, suddenly spoke.

He stood a little higher than everyone else, saw more clearly, and his status was obviously different.

No one answered for a long time.

"Because I think," said the old man trembling, "I think she's in pain, don't you?" ”

"Painful ......"

The short old man silently repeated in his heart, and then looked at him.

His eyes seemed to pierce his soul. He didn't agree, he didn't nod, he didn't respond.

But the old man saw the answer in his eyes.

"Even if the calculation is wrong, most of the records in the Book of Five Sacrifices have been verified, and there will be no mistakes."

The short old man was clearly a pragmatist, very utilitarian.

When he said this, his expression was awe-inspiring, and his eyes showed a cold gaze, looking straight down.

In the tightly guarded cabin, in a circle, there were more than a dozen mutants kneeling, all dressed in dark black burqas.

They are welcoming the new Messenger.

The chamber wasn't too big, with a huge obsidian in the center, nothing else, but it was full of a certain sense of ritual.

There seemed to be blood flowing in the bright red walls, which turned pale blue in an instant, and the light gradually dimmed. A small hole squirmed and appeared on the wall, surrounded by small spirit stones that had been arranged, and began to tremble slightly.

The pale blue fluorescence vanished, and some runes appeared in the air.

"The energy response reading is off the charts!" The old man in the gold-trimmed robe glanced at the obsidian in the cabin and suddenly shouted.

"Here, everyone get ready!" The old man in the center changed his expression and suddenly became nervous.

The creepy walls thumped, like a huge beating heart rising and falling.

The walls shook suddenly, the veins cracked, and a giant "egg" was spat out, and the pale blue veins on the egg were gradually fading and turning into a crystal clear substance.

"Click, click......"

The outer walls of the beating heart trembled, the egg instantly swelled and cracked, and a figure lay inside like a newborn baby.

"That's the newborn apostle?" An old man in blue widened his eyes.

"That's right, the Holy Lord said in his conversation with me that the Holy Envoy will appear in the form of a human being!" The short old man stroked his beard and couldn't help but be excited.

As they spoke, the figure was rising from its twisted shell, its skin even more delicate and pearlescent than a woman's.

There was still mucus in the egg at his feet, but he couldn't wait to lift his leg and try to take a step, with an otherworldly temperament.

But when he looked up, everyone was astonished, and there was no facial feature on the apostle's face.

"W-How is this, isn't he immature?"

"Wait, something isn't quite right now!"

The egg opened completely, and the newborn messenger stepped out with his other foot, and the broken egg seemed to melt, turning into liquid, and crawling up his body along the surface of his foot.

In an instant, a layer of liquid membrane was formed, first gathering at the joints of his torso, and then spreading throughout his body, which was his dormant chamber and his armor.

Now, completely integrated with his body.

The saint's limbs didn't seem to be quite used to it, and they twisted strangely a few amplitudes, and after a few seconds, they were moving like normal humans.

The five old men saw that his facial features, as if cast in a mold, slowly protrude from the surface of his skin, and the tips of his nose, eyes, mouth, and ears were pointed.

As his eyes grew, he looked around the chamber and saw the mutants who knelt down to greet him.

The Holy Envoy seemed to be stimulated by something, and was frightened by the black-robed mutant who suddenly appeared in front of him, and took a few steps back, and suddenly his knees weakened, and he also knelt down like them.

Several other black-robed old men were so surprised that they all opened their mouths wide and couldn't close them at all.

Oh my God, what the hell is going on?

This scene is simply ridiculous for them!

"This ......"

The black-robed old man in the center frowned even more, and his heart was shocked, and he was naturally puzzled.

In a few seconds when he was stunned, the mutant apostle in the cabin began to act nonsensically like crazy.

Some began to dance with their hands, some banged their heads against the wall, tearing their clothes frantically, and some crawled wildly all over the ground as if they had fallen under some evil spell.

Soon, the mutants were all languishing, as if their bodies had been hollowed out, lying on the ground staggering, foaming at the mouth and convulsing.

The rest of the old men only sensed that something was wrong at this time, with subconscious fear and unconcealed disgust on their faces. They tensed their muscles and made defensive gestures in case of accidents.

It's scary!

How could such a strong will sway their thinking?

However, these precautions seem to be useless.

The old man in blue and the fat old man quickly held their heads in their hands, shaking their heads like a demonic barrier, as if they were enduring some pain, their eyes were empty, and their black pupils were also doubled.

At this time, all the mutants within a radius of dozens of meters fell to the ground in an instant, and among the five old men with strong wills, four actually knelt on the ground, foaming at the mouth like the mutants.

Only the diminutive old man stood still in horror, a voice echoing in his head.

"The last thought in my mind before I fell asleep was, if there is no death, then is there life?"

"Humans are funny, and I've noticed that hatred is a very interesting emotion, and when you have hatred in your heart, you will do everything you can to increase your abilities, and fear is the same?"

"Ahh

"Yes, my lord."

The short old man couldn't resist the fear in his heart, let alone the strange voice in his head, and fell to his knees with a thud.

"In your world, is this an honorific title? The creature in front of you is my incarnation, and you call him the messenger, right? You know, he's going to act as my agent for all my wills on this planet. ”

"Understood, my lord."

"Hehe, ...... lord? What would I look like if I created my own deity, like a human being? ”