Around noon.

Montay Prefecture Special Bureau Branch, Logistics and Scientific Research Department on the third basement floor,

Seven or eight special scientists gathered around the transparent prison cell, pointing at a newly captured resurrected corpse, and talking in a low voice. Naturally, there are three boring guys, Ryan, Kevin and Simon.

Several soldiers in the captivity room wore chemical protective suits and quickly fixed the resurrected corpse in the most central position, so that this group of scientific research maniacs could conduct experiments.

Simon held a cup of hot cocoa, stared at the resurrected corpse without any obstacles and kept drinking, since working with Bell for a while, he is now very resistant to this kind of strange and disgusting thing, and he is no longer the rookie who has been disgusted for most of the day after watching Bell eat a brain-eating worm.

The staff kept stuffing pieces of alloy metal into the corpse's mouth, and then stimulated its bloodthirsty and crazy instincts, causing it to constantly bite the metal in its mouth to test its bite force.

Crunch!

Bursts of tooth-aching biting sounds kept coming from the prison cell, and the corpses were biting on the alloy and gnawing frantically.

It's just that this specially forged alloy is not something it can bite at all, and the teeth are broken and broken under the action of force, leaking out broken and broken tooth roots, which makes people's teeth sour and unbearable to look at directly.

However, this kind of small field is not worth mentioning at all to the group of scientific research maniacs in front of them. Everyone watched with relish, and even a few idle and bored guys opened the village, betting on how big its bite force was.

Simon looked at the corpse dragging on the decaying body, the necrotic eyeballs, revealing the bloodshot broken gums, the appearance of the body was dark green purple, and the roaring soul corpse writhed wildly, and asked with a little curiosity, "Hey, why does it feel more like a zombie the more I look at it?"

Ryan moved his mouth and was about to answer, when an unfriendly voice interjected from the side.

"The Soul Resurrection Corpse is also called the Soul Binding Corpse, a famous characteristic spell of the Voodoo Religion, and the zombies that are now circulating are based on the expansion and innovation of its prototype, and you don't even know these as a potions master?"

A tall white young man walked over, looked at Simon with a look of resentment and sarcasm, and said loudly.

Simon looked at this young man who was obviously dissatisfied with him, and even a little hateful, and suddenly felt a little confused, he hadn't been in the special bureau for a long time, and he hadn't had much contact with him at all, and he didn't know why he was so hostile to himself.

His strong hostility, not to mention Simon, even Ryan Kevin could see it, but they didn't say anything, after all, everyone is a colleague, this kind of troubled water is still not good.

Simon felt the hostility that filled his whole body, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he turned away without saying anything.

The white youth looked at Simon, who turned away, like a rooster in a victorious battle, standing proudly in the crowd and laughing.

He didn't notice the invisible fluctuations of the void around him, and the fingers inserted into his pocket were slightly numb, as if the friction between his hand and his clothes produced static electricity.

"Hey, man. Don't take it personally!"

It was a long time before Simon returned to the office before Kevin Ryan returned, and when he saw him sitting there, he thought he was angry about what had just happened, so he came over to persuade him.

And then. Ryan opened the freezer and took out a bottle of fruit wine and threw it over, "Virant is like that, he can't tolerate people who are better than him." You know, you've been a new celebrity in the bureau recently, it's no wonder he's not jealous, don't take it to heart, it's not a group with him anyway. ”

"Don't worry, I really didn't take it to heart. Simon took the wine, opened the can and took a sip, not showing the slightest mustard on his face.

Ryan and Kevin didn't say anything when they saw him say this, hoping it was as he said. They didn't know that Simon really didn't care, and what was there to be angry with a dead man.

Simon never felt that he was a good gentleman, a little bug who inexplicably resented him, just crushed to death, did he still want to keep him, waiting for when he would disgust himself?

Just like in the movie, I don't know how many villains just ignore this kind of little bug, and in the end, they fall short and die inexplicably. Of course, he wasn't a villain, but he didn't want this to happen to him, so he asked him to keep his mouth shut.

Simon is very confident in his Yin Thunder Spell, especially after receiving a lot of systematic learning during this time, with his understanding of the human body, I believe that this Mr. Vilante will go very peacefully.

Before the tea time was over, Bill walked in with Spit, the manager of the combat department, and Ryan glanced at the visitor and yelled at Simonu, which means that your business has come to the door.

Bill came in without any pause, and asked him directly, "Simon, how many potions do you have there?"

Simon sighed, put down the fruit wine in his hand and stood up, "There are also four bottles of swift elixir, a pair of hemostatic cream, two small bottles of obstasis potion, and five bottles of fire glue." ”

Spit didn't wait for Bill to speak, and asked first, "Aren't there any magic weapon potions or holy silver potions?"

Simon shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, "The demonization weapon potion was all taken away by the five teams yesterday, and the success rate of the holy silver potion is too low, and there has not been much production. ”

"Then pack us all the potions except for the fire glue. Spit said with a frown.

"What are you going to do with the mist potion in Nakas to catch the werewolves? Simon, just go and fetch them the quick potion. ”

Before Simon could speak, Bill Aguilie made a decision, ignoring Spit's glare at him next to him, anyway, he and he are not in the same system, what are you afraid of.

He looked at Simon who turned around to get the potion with satisfaction, his heart was on fire, since Simon's potions became more and more popular in the bureau's action group, his team leader had become more and more weighty, and it was a wise decision to admit him into his working group in the first place.

This kind of thing has been happening a lot in their group lately, and since a squad in the combat department used Simon's potions to solve a fallen lair without any casualties, most of the people in the Strange Bureau knew that there was a potions master in the bureau, and the potions made were very effective.

Seeing that the potion effect is outstanding, the Idiosyncratic Bureau didn't think about sending someone to learn from Simon, but using the same production method, other people just can't make the potion, only the one made by Simon has unique magic power and can produce incredible effects, after confirming this, the Idiosyncratic Bureau is completely dead.

This leads to the fact that people come to ask for it every day, after all, if you wait for the logistics distribution, you don't know what year it will be, after all, there is only one potions master, how high the output can be, especially when this potions master is not doing his best, the results are even less touching.

Simon didn't react to their confrontation, and didn't bother to pay attention to these things, but his mind was on the werewolf that Bill said, and when he took the medicine, he gently knocked on the glass bottle containing the medicine, and the corners of his mouth inadvertently showed a smile, and the earrings on his ears flashed slightly in a trance.

After putting the potion into a specially placed box, Simon looked at the fire glue that had been pressing the bottom of the box since it was made, and sighed helplessly, it seemed that it could not be sold for the time being.

However, it is also normal, this kind of thing may have been a big killer hundreds of years ago, but it is not worth mentioning under modern advanced weapons. This kind of purely lethal potion has long been obsolete, and various functional auxiliary potions are more popular.

A small inn in Sunshine Town.

Angus was praying with two men and a woman, which was already a daily thing they had to do, and Angus would pray reverently in front of the small mirror hidden in front of his chest every morning, noon and evening.

Feeling the power of the mirror on his chest that continues to slowly release, Angus is a whole person

Completely calmed down, extremely reassuring and serene.

It was only since the great Mirror of Eternity came to him that night to give him a revelation, and Angus felt that he was truly alive, no longer living like a walking corpse in the past.

He was followed in prayer by the faithful he had recently inspired, who had also been exposed to the power of the Mirror of Eternity and were willing to follow him in spreading His greatness and glory.

Suddenly, Angus, who was praying, suddenly lost his body, and his whole spirit was dragged into an indescribable space, and the vast thing in front of him exuded infinite light and power.

Angus quickly knelt on the ground, not daring to look directly, and prayed incessantly, for fear of blasphemy.

The three people who were praying outside saw him suddenly stop praying, and were about to ask the reason, when Angus suddenly stood up, his eyes shining faintly like crystal crystals.

He walked over slowly, reached out and stroked their heads, his voice long and calm, but containing an inexplicable sense of sacredness, as if hundreds of millions of holy spirits were singing, praying, blessing, and praising them.

"Have you decided to follow Him for eternity and eternity?"

In this inn, which suddenly became a sacred place, the three people who had already knelt on the ground kept nodding their heads and shouting their willingness. The mirror hanging from them suddenly shone brightly, reflecting their entire figure and connecting to an unspeakable being.

The three of them felt this indescribable breath and indulged in it, tears in the corners of their eyes unconsciously filling their cheeks.

In the base of the Anomaly Bureau thousands of kilometers away, Simon whispered inexplicably, "This Heavenly Dragon Brahma Singing Demon Crossing Wonderful Sound of the Liberation Gate is indeed extraordinary, after the evolution of the Eternal Mirror, the effect is so good, and if it is used properly, it is another big killing weapon." It's a pity that the divinity contained in the earthly python is too rare, otherwise where would a psychic be needed to guide them to inspire them. ”