"It is reported that the outbreak of a special incident around the University of Michigan has caused 7 deaths and 13 injuries, and after many consultations, we learned that this is a special spread of neurovirus, and it is not clear how it was transmitted, and at present, the US Centers for Disease Control and Prevention has intervened in the investigation."

……

The old black-and-white television showed the reporter standing in front of a school building, surrounded by few pedestrians, a group of police officers, and the cordon they had pulled up looming over the middle-aged female reporter's shield.

A scruffy bald man was sitting on a shabby sofa at the moment, wearing tattered robes all over his body, and his rough skin was tattooed with blue lines.

He may have been watching TV so intently that his posture appeared to be very laid-back, drinking beer and crossing Erlang's legs. It's just that at this moment, under the action of a cold force, he can only maintain this posture all the time, and he can't move a bit.

A layer of dark blue ice that was emitting bursts of cold air enveloped his whole body, and except for his head, even his neck was so tightly fastened that he couldn't turn it at all.

The trivial sounds in the kitchen behind him continued to sound, and the meaning of that was almost terrifying, but thankfully, he didn't notice anything unfortunate until the sudden intruder came back behind him.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

A voice like a boy-next-door greeting came from behind.

The bald monster pursed his lips and said nothing, his muscles tense, trying to break free from the cold ice that imprisoned him around him. But no matter how much he struggled, it was useless.

For his non-cooperation, the person behind him did not say anything else, so the sound of the wind came to his ears, and then the bare head was suddenly knocked on the metal vessel.

This force is not heavy, and it can't even be said to be pain at all for the strange man, but at the moment of being knocked, a dazzling light blooms from the top of his forehead!

The light was bright and dazzling, like the bright sun in a clear sky, and as soon as it appeared, the strange man shook all over, and then let out a hoarse scream.

He is not afraid of pain, but because of a certain nature, he is afraid of light.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Inquiries reappeared. Accompanied by a warm metal spoon slapping his cheek - the stuff of the bald weirdos, he used to stew soup in the morning.

"Where's the Monster Forest?"

Faced with this question, the weirdo replied hoarsely: "I really don't know. ”

The man behind him didn't seem to be happy with this, so the spoon slammed into his eye again, and the blinding sunlight appeared in an instant, and even if he closed his eyes tightly, his eyelids could not stop this special attack that was close at hand.

So he screamed miserably, trying to reach out to cover his eyes, but his arm was frozen and couldn't break free.

The power of the cold around him was very powerful, and he could rely on his special talent to resist the strange feeling of the frozen mind, but he couldn't make his own body able to resist this restraint.

So much so that this monster, who used to run rampant in human society, is now as helpless and weak as a prisoner.

However, this could not stop the "abuse" of the person behind it.

The soup spoon knocked around his head one after another, and the dazzling light also appeared one after another, screaming again and again, seeing that the other party refused to let go of him, the bald weirdo's tone was slightly excited.

"I really don't know! You should ask the Ancestor! ”

"Where's the Ancestor?"

"Arabia, I only know that he is in Arabia, the exact location is not clear."

The words fell, and the man behind him was silent for a moment, and then his temple was knocked hard, and the corner of his eye was stunned by the dazzling light, and the bald monster wrapped in ice tilted his head and fainted.

……

"Waste of time, if it weren't for the fact that you were immune to spirit attacks, I wouldn't have to work so hard."

Muttering, casually throwing away the spoon in his hand, Charles raised his hand and pressed it, and the TV that was playing the news was turned off.

He re-embodied the Book of Roots, crouched beside the knocked out lamp god, and grabbed the creature's hand and pressed it against the blank space of one of the pages.

So this humanoid monster, which was still frozen on the sofa, was forcibly turned into dark blue light particles and integrated into the book.

The tome of black and white vanished, and Charles stood up and scanned the dimly lit warehouse attic around him.

Cassideo was right, he did bring Charles around his destination.

So after determining the "plan to divide the troops into two ways" and separating from it, he followed the information to find the residence of this monster.

At the same time, the angelic power he had absorbed before had been completely digested by him.

As a result, Charr's Sun Child talent has evolved into a new ability.

Or it can't be called a new ability, but a promotion of a previous ability.

[Trait 3: When you use a weapon, your attacks will draw the light of the sun to follow, causing a blinding effect]

……

This trait was previously limited to bows and arrows, but absorbing the power of the Seraphic Angel can be transformed into any weapon. Charles had tried it before.

As long as you hit someone with something in your hand, you can be completely released.

And not just limited to swords and the like.

"It's a pity that firearms can't work, but why can't bows and arrows? Because of the touch? ”

Moaning on his own talents, he had a more urgent reason for the existence of angels.

He felt that the last promotion was relatively weak, but this time the improved ability is very useful, especially after being close to someone, this is just two angels......

However, Charles only thought about it for a while, and then suppressed this point in his heart for the time being, no matter how "tempting" those angels were, it was impossible for him to take the initiative to contact the current situation.

"But sooner or later it will be possible."

Muttering, Charles looked at a corner of the attic with a hesitant expression.

The monster forest he asked about earlier is a monster concentration with many rare monsters, such as dragons and Medusa.

If it is found there, it will be much more convenient for the Charles, after all, the efficiency of running around the whole United States is actually a bit low at the moment.

Of course, this is only one reason, and the other is that, remember correctly, there should be monsters in the monster forest who know how to summon the Mother of All Things.

The so-called mother of all things, in fact, can be called the mother of all demons, the mother and source of all monsters in this world.

Charles felt that if he could turn the Mother of All into a seed, then he wouldn't have to run around.

Unfortunately, there are only a few references to this in the Shinigami's sources, and there is no specific information about the monster forest.

Charles had been thinking about finding it before, but he didn't have a clue for a while, so he decided to collect some grievances before talking.

By the way, I would like to find out more about this.

That's why he's here for this one.

It's a bit rewarding, but it's a tail-end job......

The young man groaned, but before he could make a decision, there was a sudden sound of a horn outside the warehouse.

Charles was moved when he heard this, but before he could run to the window to observe, a black figure appeared in the corner of the attic, smiling at Charles.

"Hello, Charles, long time no see."