(First of all, thank you Shannong, hehe, then, Mu Hu has really experienced a lot of unpredictable things this month, and his mentality has changed a little, this chapter has just been written, and now Mu Hu is going to take a bath and eat, of course, the canteen meal is gone, and he can only eat instant noodles!

"That's good, I'll go with me and brand the 'Seal of the Gods' later!"

As soon as the words fell, Orenjeffer had been waiting, or Ora was expecting, and he spoke out loudly, and there was absolute excitement in his voice,

It was really because of such an answer from Oranghefer that it was decided that the gods had added an absolutely hopeful existence in these forty years.

Of course, this hope is naturally "becoming a god"!

And how can Ola not have a feeling of excitement.

It's just that such a fact only appears in Ola's mind, and Orenjeffer doesn't know anything about it.

But perhaps it is because of this ignorance that Orenjeffer will have a feeling of sympathy at some time in the future, when he knows that another hope exists, and when he sees it.

But at this moment, it is obvious that Oranjief, who has not used the "unknown", does not know that such a thing will happen in the future, and now what he cares about is the "seal of the gods" in Ola's words!

"Mr. Ola, what is the 'Seal of the Gods'?"

"Every official member of the gods is branded with the 'Mark of the Gods', and you can think of him as a kind of magic, except that this magic is the founder of the first person, the 'gods', found in a monument, and there is still no way to decipher the mysteries of it!"

Ola, who had already gotten up, walked out of the office, and as for all of Orenjeffer's doubts, they were just some casual answers, "You'll know when the time comes, it won't affect you anyway!"

went straight out, and it seemed that he was in a hurry to the point where he didn't want to explain anymore, but Olanjeffer was really helpless about this, so he could only follow closely.

Time passed in the hurried walk of two people, one man and one elf, one in front and one behind, there was a shape of walking through the crowd, but it should have been a magic deliberately released by Ora, so that even the moment when someone passed by, it could not be detected by those people,

But for this, Olanjeffer naturally doesn't have much curiosity.

Magic itself is an incomparably magical existence, otherwise I wouldn't be curious about whether I entered a path that I don't know if it's good or bad, so the appearance of being able to keep myself and Ora from being seen by others naturally can't attract enough attention from Orenjeffer.

But when a building appears in front of Olanjiefer's eyes, the shock is a little bit of a surprise.

And when, shortly after, Aura took Orangel around the building, and stopped in front of a hut not far away, and a man stood in front of him, the shock turned into enough horror.

"Your Excellency Kiran!"

Horror is shock, but there is always a time limit, and when the horror is fully expressed, Orenjeffer can only bend down slightly, and then say this respect.

But as for why when he saw the white-haired old man, his shock turned into shock, in fact, he didn't think that Kiran would be incredible after being a member of the "gods".

But it turned out that when I entered the tea house, I actually had a connection with the "gods", and I even thought about using the members of the "gods".

It's a bit of a life and death.

Thinking of Ola's almost smug words that he cut off the tail of the "White Tiger", and that proud look, Oran Jeffer really had to be terrified, Kieran, who belongs to the same organization as Ola, will he have the same strength,

Of course, at the tea party that day, all the people I met, especially the strong man Johnson who tasted tea, would it be the existence of "gods", and would he not have such strength?

All of this is what makes up Orange Jeffer has a terrifying root.

But as I said earlier, the horror will end.

When Orenjeffer said that name, he had almost returned to his normal appearance,

And seeing that it was like this, Kiran also had enough smiles on his face, "Your Excellency Oranjiefer, I didn't expect you to really come here!"

Also bent down slightly, it was like a return salute, but it was no longer a delay or anything, it was directly a gesture of invitation, and in such a time, Ola did not have any words, nor any politeness, and then stepped into the room,

But it was at Kieran's signal and under the leadership of Ora that Oran Jeffer also stepped into the small room the moment a strong light came instantly,

And along with this bright light was a nausea feeling of whirling in the sky.

Olanjeffer didn't know what was wrong with him, let alone what he was experiencing, but an almost instinctive reaction drove Olanjiefu to try his best to suppress that feeling.

But it's really just in vain,

The use of magic is directly related to the subjective consciousness in one's own mind, because it is necessary to have such a natural or trained subjective consciousness to be able to organize and mobilize magic.

As for the separation of consciousness from the body, since Ola and Tans do not allow themselves to come into contact with it, then they must also strive for something, so to be honest, Orangel only has a rough basic understanding of this aspect of consciousness, and as for the deeper one, there is no conclusion at all.

But how to say, in such a whirling situation, the fundamental reason why Olanjeffer recalls the matter of consciousness is actually because Olanjiefer feels that his consciousness has been deprived.

That's right, deprivation.

I feel that I have lost control of my own consciousness, and countless things continue to emerge without any initiative on my part.

The woods outside Sunset City, the conversation between the prince and the elves, the experiences of Overwatch, the anger of Claire, and the hundred years of the Elven Forest.

Scene after scene kept appearing and disappearing in front of my eyes, so that at the end of the day, countless buildings different from this continent appeared in the sky, countless vehicles passed through, and a large number of exhaust fumes were discharged.

In a room in a tall building, a man and a woman sat quietly across from each other.

"Thank you very much for your company, but two years should also come to an end!"

"Good!"

"I'm going to cherish this time!"

"Good!"

"Promise me one last thing, don't hurt yourself!"

"Good!"

The man's head, which had been a little lowered, finally lifted slightly, and his gaze finally pulled out of the teacup full of cold water that he had been staring at.

"Then I'm leaving!"

"Good!"

At this moment, when he saw the woman's departure and the man looked at the back that did not stay, there was a trace of fierceness in his eyes, but it was only an instant.

............

"Ahh

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!

Incomparable pain, incomparable remorse and incomparable madness instantly filled all of Oranjief's emotions, and on Oranjief's entire body, countless sweats spurted out at an overflowing speed.

After the sweat sprayed, there was a bright red appearance.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

In his eyes, a stream of blood red reflected a figure lying in a pool of blood, and if you look closely, you will find that the figure is actually the woman who was sitting with him just now in the picture that Orenjeffer recalled.

So, killing seems to have become a matter of course.

Countless violent breaths, mixed with Orenjeffer's sweat and blood beads, rose abruptly, and reached an extreme level at a certain time.

At this moment, if there was any person, or an ordinary person, standing beside Oranghepher, that violent aura would definitely suppress him to death, and at the lightest was also insane.

But nobody's here, so no one knows about such a fact.

How long has that extreme violence been permeated, and Olanjiefu, who has almost lost his consciousness, doesn't know, but at a certain time, Olanjiefu, who finally discovered his abnormality, has tried his best to suppress it, and has been helpless that the emotions that have been suppressed in his heart for a hundred years continue to explode.

How long has it been, it seems to be one, even ten hundred years, for Oran Jeffer to really begin to slowly seek relief from that emotion with a little clarity.

Time was still passing, and Olanjeffer's consciousness began to slowly regain his own grasp, and when the bright light disappeared, Olanjeffer finally got his full self.

"Hey, Olanjeffer, are you awake?"

His eyes had not yet opened, and he was trying to suppress the last bit of violence and murderous aura that was suppressed, when he was suddenly broken by a burst of sound.

But he didn't pay attention to it immediately, and it was only after he finally suppressed the violent aura that Orenjeffer opened his eyes leisurely.

"Johnson!"

There was a slight nodding of his head, but a kind of soreness in his body made Olanjiefer give up such a move in the twilight, and it was at this time that Olanjiefu noticed that the sweat and blood beads overflowing on his body.

The fine clothes have been torn into rags, and the red drops of thank you are obviously exposed to Oranjiefer's sight.

And when Olanjeffer opened his mouth, a fishy saltiness in his mouth was perceived by Olanjiefer.

"Can I find a place to wash up?"

A little crying and laughing, Olanjiefer, who gave up the salute, looked at the presence of only one Johnson around him, and he could only open his mouth like this,

But he didn't mind Olanjiefer at all, Johnson seemed to think that it was completely reasonable for Olanjiefu to be so embarrassed.

But in response to Olanjiefer's inquiry, Johnson still gave the answer, "It's changing, there's a hot spring, and now no one is there, you can go and wash!"

Picking up the giant axe that he didn't seem to have left at all, Johnson pointed to a place, and then said to Olanjiefer, who really felt that he looked a little invisible, so he didn't have any intention of seeing outside, and walked directly to the hot spring.

But not long after Olan Jeffrey's figure disappeared, a group of people led by Ola and Kiran walked towards this side with a smile and a smile.

"Johnson, how's that Orangjeffer doing?"