Ronan could probably understand Yan Fen's astonishment.

After all, from a visual point of view, this phenomenon similar to the reversal of time and space is still very bluffing. But it's a pity that this is just an illusion, this relatively complete body is only a temporary carrier to gather Wright's chaotic collapse qi, the complex and sophisticated functions of the human body are not building blocks after all, Ronan can't give new life to the already broken cell tissue, that is beyond the limit of the realm involved in his soul power.

At most, he only gave Yan Fen and even Wright an illusion that most of them were false.

And it is the tiny realm constructed by this illusion that still allows the consciousness to flow through cognition, and even allows the body to respond in small ways.

Within this tiny limit, Wright's remnants of consciousness blended with his mutilated body, like a spark under the ashes, even if it was faint and shining.

Wright miraculously retained his breath, which also allowed him to experience the wonderful taste of the disintegration and aggregation of limbs, the burning and reorganization of the soul - that is the real "life and death by man", following the majestic and powerful will, suddenly dying, suddenly existing, moving back and forth on the boundary between life and death.

And all of this is dominated by the "melting pot" in front of you...... No, Dominator!

He struggled to keep his eyes open, and the faint light from the outside world pierced through the broken and reassembled crystal, driving the cones and a series of neural reflexes that followed, combining the vague information of the outside world with the imaginary hallucinations in his mind, causing the demon who was already doomed to death to let out what could be the most devout sigh of his life:

"Oh God!"

The temporarily reconstituted soul annihilated, and the reunited body collapsed and dissolved like a puddle of mud, and also completely digested the impact force of the storm in the abyss, making the fierce turmoil at the abyss level invisible.

This was undoubtedly a very cruel death, but before Wright could completely disintegrate, his vocal cords vibrate, and the weak force pushed the air molecules through layer by layer, transmitting the sigh rich in emotion in time. Although its range of influence did not even exceed the range of three meters in diameter, it was already able to be heard by Ronan and Yanfen in the vicinity.

Is this God? Someone's requirements are really low.

Ronan shook his head slightly, he was not as visionary as Wright: on the side of the virtual brain system, he still didn't understand all kinds of deep theories about configurations, movements, etc., and he stumbled in practice, and only advanced at a turtle speed in the cloud mist labyrinth; And in terms of insight, it is just a brilliant sun wheel in the abyss, and the power that comes from the endless void is unfathomable.

In such a contrast, if he were a god, the power system of the universe would probably collapse immediately...... In the final analysis, after all, it is just an uninformed person, an excessive conjecture and hallucination.

Ronan thought so, but Yan Fen, who fell on the bed, had her whole face swollen red after a stirring. She was still confined by nerve agents at this time, and the numbness of her limbs was uncontrollable, and she could only barely agitate her vocal cords, between uh-uh and uh-he, and spelled out two words vigorously. That is, Ronan's ears are good, and after Yan Fen repeated it several times, he finally recognized it clearly, and the words that kept repeating were:

Cloak, cape!

Hey, cloaks and capes aren't the same!

Of course, Ronan knew that what Yan Fen was saying was not literal, but now was not the time to exhaust the roots. In his opinion, finding the right nerve agent treatment and antidote was more difficult than anything he had done before.

His gaze turned to the door of the broken room, where the Vulcan ants were controlling the giant salamander to stagger back.

Dead horses and live horse doctors, ah no, it is necessary to tie the bell to the bell, whether tonight's events can have a good ending, it depends on whether this old saying full of empiricism works.

It turns out that Ronan's luck is not bad, as the dead ghost Wright said, the amount of nerve agent he added to Yan Fen is not particularly large, Yan Fen himself is also quite powerful on the side of the body, and the body function is much stronger than that of normal people, after suspending the continuous poison injection, and then Ronan assisted in combing the neural network, and slowly recovered.

When she was barely able to move, Yan Fen struggled to get off the ground, almost falling at Ronan's feet, ignoring the dirty blood on the ground, her head fell down heavily, and there were no words of thanks in her mouth, and the next action was to kiss Ronan's falling cloak and robe with reverence.

Is this a nomadic tribe or a custom within their cult?

In line with the principle of following the customs when entering the country, or maintaining the principle of forcing the rules, Ronan also endured the instinct to avoid it, and he suffered it again and again.

After finishing the etiquette, Yan Fen knocked her head down again, and then staggered to her feet, almost using her hands and feet, and came to the corner of the house. Zhang Liu'an, who had fallen into a semi-coma due to massive blood loss, was lying there.

From beginning to end, Yan Fen didn't speak, just groped on Zhang Liu'an's body with a trembling hand, and quickly pulled out a short knife from the leather sheath behind Zhang Liu'an's waist - this should be a weapon that Zhang Liu'an usually uses, and he didn't have time to use it when he attacked Ronan before, but now it was taken by Yan Fen.

Without any hesitation, Yan Fen stabbed straight into Zhang Liuan's still intact left arm and shoulder socket. Ronan's eyebrows jumped at the sight, but he didn't seem qualified to say anything with flesh and blood under his feet.

Zhang Liu'an woke up from the pain and screamed loudly, but when his pupils reflected his wife's pale and distorted face, his throat seemed to be cut, and for a while there was only a hissing sound of air leakage.

Yan Fen pressed all her weight on the short knife, and the blade had already penetrated Zhang Liu'an's shoulder socket and stabbed the ground below. She was very close to Zhang Liu'an and her husband, and she almost spoke in her ear:

"Tell me, why are you doing this?"

"Sizzle, let go, let go!" Zhang Liu'an finally remembered to speak, but he was tortured by the pain and begged for mercy, and his thick body convulsed like spasms, rubbing on the ground.

"Tell me why!" Yan Fen's voice was weak, as if she might lose her voice at any time, but the huge emotional tension, together with the blade that penetrated her body, bombarded Zhang Liu'an's mental defense.

Zhang Liu'an squirmed on the ground and struggled to no avail, so he could only scream vigorously with a miserable scream: "The Cult of Evil Luo is about to end, I told you, Wright is Amaterasu's person, Amaterasu Sect...... The strongest of the three major sects, if they are targeted, there will definitely be no hope! ”

"No hope?"

Yan Fen's throat and eyes trembled, and she didn't know whether to cry or laugh: "If you are targeted, there is no hope, so you have to sell everyone?" Didn't you have to put up this shelf in the first place? ”

The blood on Zhang Liu'an's shoulder was gushing, and the broken arm was also bleeding, his own will had almost collapsed, and he was a strong man, only tears and snot flowed in pain, and he couldn't care about replying for a while.

Yan Fen didn't need to answer, she was just venting her emotions: "It's you, use the reason for the survival of the tribe to push Wu Junqiang to the throne!" She's not from the tribe, she's just a graduate student stranded in the wilderness, and she's still in the body, and she's already going back to the city at that time, and she wants to give pineapple a good environment, it's you! It was you who forced her to ascend to the top...... Oh, it's because of the 'cloak', right? Because she's the only operator in the base who has mastered the art! ”

Again, Yan Fen stirred the short knife in her hand hard, Zhang Liu'an howled even louder, his waist and legs twisted, desperate to throw Yan Fen away, but in vain, and finally just gave up everything and shouted:

"So what? She should have given me the cloak a long time ago! ”

“…… Here you go? ”

"Isn't she going back to the city? After returning to Spring City, she just got out of the way if she wanted to, but she still occupied her position, and those brainless fools really offered her as a priest...... Well, even if she was a priest, what did she do! It's a revelation all day long! Enlightenment! Enlightenment! This kind of children's trick is still a little useful in the wilderness, and now it is in the metropolis, and there are so many strongmen in the government, military, associations, and orders, Guangqiling is a fart! Give me strength, power! ”

Zhang Liu'an's face was bruised, his muscles were violent, and he was already hoarse: "Since she is a priest, isn't it natural to give the believers strength?" If you can't even do this, why should you start a sect, why should you call yourself a god! ”

Yan Fen screamed and roared back: "We never have! ”

However, Zhang Liu'an was purely venting at this time, and only roared in his own circled logic: "That shit's 'cloak' is simply the nonsense of a crazy old man, only those dead brains will be worshiped like gods and preach it!" Now that the Amaterasu Sect has been blown, they are begging for mercy, why should I die with them? Of course, you have to sell it, and sell it for a good price......"

Yan Fen stared at the man below her, stared at her husband, and squeezed out a voice from between her teeth: "You are shameless! ”

"The 'gods' who have no ability are shameless!"

Zhang Liu'an put his head back to the top, and even ignored the torn wound on his shoulder, and scolded: "No ability, no qualifications, compared with the real sect, it is simply a garbage that can't do anything!" It's such garbage, how many years have I been delayed! My talent and youth have been ruined on this garbage, and I have to toss around in the cave like a reptile, go to the special cloak, go to the special loyalty...... Belch! ”

His voice suddenly changed pitch, mingling with the thin voices of the throat, skin, fascia, and bones being cut.

Yan Fen pulled out the knife and slashed it horizontally, cutting her husband's throat, letting the murmur of pouring air and the bubbling blood consume Zhang Liuan's last bit of vitality and ambition, and at the same time consume her last bit of strength.

The short knife fell to the ground, her hands were weak, and Yan Fen almost pounced on Zhang Liu'an's corpse, but in the end, her elbows still stood up, and she firmly kept her distance from the once closest man under her.