This Zolgo's weapon and body are separated, and in the face of this strange attack at first, many people are prone to self-defeat.

In a panic, he will make a series of mistakes, and then Zolgo will seize the opportunity and kill him in one fell swoop.

However, it is a pity that he misestimated Mawson's combat effectiveness.

In fact, after fusing the active metal of the Fallen Heavenly Saint, the defense of Mo Sen's body is extremely terrifying, as long as the energy is sufficient, his defense ability is even above the attack.

If he bursts out with all his strength and activates all the active metals, the hardness of Mawson's body will be comparable to vibranium, and if he concentrates on strengthening a certain part, the increase will be even more amazing.

So at the beginning, he was attacked by Zoergo just because he did it on purpose, the purpose was to find out some news, but who would have thought that there seemed to be some gap between the identities of Zoergo and Utan.

But just a few sentences of exchange also gave Mosen a lot of information, and what surprised Mossen even more was that the language of the Engineer was very close to one of the languages he had learned in the real world.

This situation caught Mawson's attention.

Now it seems that the real world is definitely inextricably linked to some of the worlds that Mawson has experienced.

Click!

Zolgo's weapon shattered inch by inch under Mawson's strange force, and Mawson was unforgiving, and pounced on it.

Whew!

With the knife in his hand, the severed Zolgo sliced off his arm, leaving only his body and bare head.

Boom!

Mawson stomped on Zolgo's chest.

"The Creator?"

"Poor fellow."

He looked down at Zolgo.

"Now, can we have a good talk?"

"Make me give in to a bug? Wish for the moon! Zolgo snorted.

"To be honest, I really don't know where your pride comes from?"

"The passage is closed, do you think someone will come to your rescue?" Mawson sneered.

"By the way, I suddenly remembered something."

Mawson took out a metal box from his body, and the box automatically disintegrated, revealing the crystal vessel underneath.

In the vessel, a drop of pitch-black liquid sits quietly.

"This is what you call Blackwater, right?"

"What's the use of it?"

"What would happen if I gave you something like this?"

"Utan, you idiot!"

Drolgo roared, "How long have we been collecting this drop of black water, and you let someone else snatch him away?!" ”

"It's none of my business!"

Utan screamed, "It's supposed to be in the collection room, how do I know why it's automatically teleported here?" ”

Utan's body below the head was absorbed by the surrounding floor, leaving only a suit of clothing, while his head was attached to the wall, and the wound was connected to the bloody tendons, looking bloody and hideous.

"Tell me everything you know."

Mawson exerted a slight force, and Zolgo was a little out of breath.

"Don't dream about humans, I won't ......"

"Poof!"

Mawson's right foot slammed into Zolgo's chest in an instant.

"If you don't want to say it, don't say it."

Mawson's expression was indifferent.

Zolgo's mouth spat out blue blood, and his eyes widened, as if he couldn't take the situation in front of him.

"Surprised?"

Mawson's right hand thrust down the hole in Dzolgo's chest, gripping his spine.

"Your other companion would have been more willing to tell me the truth!"

Zolgo opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

"Do you want to say it now?"

Mawson sneered.

"It's late!"

He stepped out and smashed Zorgo's head to pieces.

Turning around, he looked at Utan, whose head was glued to the wall.

"Are you going to be honest, or do you want to suffer a little more?"

Mawson asked.

"It's useless, you can't kill me!"

Utan looked a little inward-looking.

"Oh?"

Mawson raised his eyebrows, "In terms of straight-line distance, there is something special about 120 meters away from us. ”

Mawson observed the expression on Utan's face, "I'll kill it, you don't have a problem, right?"

"How do you know?"

Utan looked horrified.

"It's none of your business, now, I just want to know the truth!"

"The real truth!"

As he spoke, Mawson conjured up countless thin needles and stabbed into Drolgo's skull, the guy was not dead yet.

Although the information obtained is relatively incomplete, it is better than nothing.

Mawson closed his eyes, "Oh, so this Zoergo still has a lot to offer......"

"Elder?"

"Is it one of the leaders within your race?"

"How do you have so much to do on an unobservable planet like Earth?"

Mawson shook his head, and with every word he spoke, Utan's face became more ugly.

"What kind of ability is this?"

"You can take someone else's memory?"

Utan asked.

Mawson shook his head.

"No, no, no, it's just some fragments of memory."

He opened his eyes and looked at Utan, the warning in his eyes was very obvious, "But it is enough to distinguish the real from the fake." ”

"Do you choose to tell me what you know, or do you choose to let me beat you to death again and again?"

"With this thing, you should be able to die 35 times."

"Would you like to give it a try?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Utan nodded frantically, "I said, I'll tell you everything I know!" ”

There was a flash of fierceness in his eyes, and a hint of hidden hatred.

"Our race is technologically savvy and bio-modified, and as I said, we and the Prophets are indeed undead enemies, but in the beginning, we belonged to the same race and shared the same faith."

"We went to a disagreement and broke up completely."

"Although we all pursue the end of individual evolution, that is, eternal life, we are very different in terms of specific implementation."

"We firmly believe that there are truly perfect beings in this universe, individuals who are strong enough to live long enough to face all the disasters in the universe."

"It's a truly perfect creature."

"And this kind of evolution depends on black water!"

"Is this the thing?" Mawson tossed the box in his hand.

Utan nodded and shook his head, "The thing in your hand can be called black water, but in fact it is only the product of the initial collection, and only after repeated fusion and extraction can the real black water be obtained." ”

"And this kind of technology is only in the hands of the top." Mawson frowned.

"Yes."

Utan nodded.

"Perfect creatures?" Mawson smiled, "How could such a thing exist?" ”

"For ordinary people, the gods are unattainable, but from another point of view, they are just people who are more advanced in evolution."

"No creature can be all-encompassing, omniscient, and your reason is lame."

Mawson sneered.

Utan's face was not pierced with embarrassment.

"Perfect creatures exist."

"And I was punished for guarding the passage because I entered the forbidden land by mistake!"

"I've seen him!"

"That god-like being!"

Utan's words are amazing!