"You don't look like an instructor, but like a thug out of nowhere." Kyle held out his finger and snuffed out his cigarette butt as if he couldn't feel the heat.

"Oh, sorry, he's just used to it. Captain Kyle, how did you know that Uryon was an instructor before?" The white-coated goblin smiled reluctantly, winking at Wrynn.

Without care, Urian took out the lighter again and lit the cigarette again, took a deep puff, and the cigarette butt burned directly to the butt of the cigarette, and he swallowed the clouds for a while:

"I knew him before you, and this kid came to train under me back then, and he suffered a lot."

Kyle's indifferent face, after hearing him speak like this, his cheeks twitched slightly, and when he spoke again, there was already a little emotion in his voice:

"If you're talking about training a 12-year-old kid who gets hit with a punch and almost faints after exhausting five kilometers of walking with weights, that's barely enough."

Hearing Kyle's words, the white-coated goblin was stunned for a moment, and turned to look at Wryon as if he were looking at an animal.

"Tsk, before you improved the methods of enhancing the specializations of those melee classes, almost all the professionals in the Goblin Garrison experienced this.

Condensing one's expertise is an extremely dangerous act, and even those warrior monks who have been honing their physical bodies for a long time and walking on this path with half a foot will have a huge risk of forcibly disobeying their body's instincts."

Wryon threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground, stepped on it, and said disapprerovingly: "Please, professionals have to die for life, people like you who have no foundation, if you don't chisel a specific part with an iron fist to stimulate the body's instinct to survive, once the condensation of expertise fails, it is normal for the five internal organs to fail."

Kyle whispered a "tsk".

Although Yin Bell's method of condensing extraordinary expertise in the era of the Federation was also quite barbaric, he didn't expect that more than six hundred years ago, the method of condensing extraordinary expertise on this continent would be so cruel.

Wryon lowered his head and took out another cigarette, lit it in his mouth, and saw that Kyle's brow was furrowed even more, he raised his eyebrows defiantly, and then turned his head to the goblin in the white coat and said:

"Alright, Dr. Osborne, if you want to get out of your kennel, presumably not to see me, get in the car, and we'll talk on the way back."

Dr. Osborne nodded, then looked at Kyle.

Kyle frowned, and the three of them got into a car, one step ahead of the people in the convoy, and drove towards Wandong City.

On the way, Urien, who was driving in the front seat, finally spoke again:

"Alright, Dr. Osborne, if there's anything you want to say, ask him directly. Right now, you can't find a professional who is physically stronger than him in the future, and I'm afraid it will be ...... There's no chance."

I'm afraid that the Goblin Empire has collapsed, and what remains in Wandong City is just the remnants of the empire.

Now the source of troops in Wandong City will only decay more and more, and under the influence of the anti-casting field device, the promotion of professionals has become more difficult.

Even many of the newly-born people of the empire no longer know where the power of the profession came from.

The white-coated goblin nodded, smiling at Kyle, "Captain Kyle, I heard from the Speaker that you were once 'gluttonous' by monsters to eat Slime, parasitize you, and melt some of your flesh, right?" ….

Kyle narrowed his eyes, his piercing gaze wandering back to the goblin researcher on one side, and finally said, "Is there a problem?"

"I've heard that when you were young, you secretly wrote to your father's superiors that those necromancy and monsters were backed by the presence of gods, and that if they needed to achieve results, they had to be beheaded as soon as possible.

Otherwise, once the gods used the gods, our plans would be ruined in an instant, but unfortunately, no one cared about a human child's method at that time, let alone adopted it."

"Maybe I guessed at the time? When the monster itself was integrated into the continent with the dungeon, it was not recognized by the will of the world, and compared with the normal continental race, it was more animalistic.

And the dead soul thirsts for the flesh and blood of the living

The act of stepping on life is extremely admirable, and it is even more difficult to control.

I don't think it's reasonable for such aggressive monsters and necromancers to attack the Goblin Empire in such an orderly manner, but you are blinded by the fire of the magic equipment and thermal weapons."

"Look at you, you dare not admit it!" Wryon burst into laughter.

The cigarette that had been inhaled in his stomach just now spewed out along his slightly open nostrils, and his eyes were a little sharp: "I can remember clearly, when you asked your relationship to enter the camp and said that you wanted to become a professional, your eyes were determined and you didn't look like a child.

Of course, it's not just you, the Rangers under you...... Tsk, forget it, when I didn't say, at least at this moment, you and I are comrades-in-arms."

Kyle was silent for a moment.

He didn't know if Urian was testing him or if he had already reached a conclusion, but either way, it at least meant that Urian had begun to suspect the identity of him and his rangers.

Damn, it's a little troublesome right now!

According to the normal historical echo dungeons, in order to help the dungeon raiders integrate into the dungeon as soon as possible, World Will will start from scratch to provide a scientific and reasonable identity for the dungeon raiders.

In this case, it's rare to hear of anyone being spotted by the creatures of a historical reverberation dungeon...... Unless they are idle themselves.

But now in this situation, he feels that something is not right.

The car stopped, and the above-ground entrance to Wandong City arrived.

"If you're here to ask me this, then I don't think there's any need to continue." Kyle said, turning and pushing the door open.

"Wrynn! You said you-" The white-coated goblin tugged hard at Urian, but he didn't, obviously a little uncomfortable with the vulgarity of Urian, the goblin hybrid brigade's real power controller.

"That's why I said, I hate to work with you goblin scholars, where should I be cautious about that kid?"

Wryon threw the cigarette butt out of the window, and with one hand pulled the flattened cigarette case out of his pocket, trying to pull out another one.

Knocked on the cigarette case, empty, the muscles on his face twitched, his mouth cursed, his head stuck out of the window and turned his back to Kyle, who had turned away, and shouted:

"I know you're strong now, if you're just counting your compatriots in Wandong City, even if you take into account the guys with the strongest physique among our goblins, you're not on the same level as them. ….

But believe me, don't go to that guy, you don't have a chance to win the king of monsters, even if you win, it's useless, don't forget, the most dangerous is never those guys who stand on the bright side......

The West Coast is broken, our people are basically dead, and it is the king of monsters who is the attacker, but when it comes to the mixed brigade, what we can't do without is a Chosen One.

We want to go, but we don't have a chance, do you understand?"

Kyle paused, then walked on.

"Wait!"

Wryon snapped, "I can guess what you think, which of the people here doesn't want to kill the coalition forces, but they don't have a chance, they don't have a chance, you know?

Before they had seen the final bomb, we blew up along the border, and after achieving good results, they soon dispatched the Chosen One, using the power of the gods to resist our mainstream combat weapons.

Since then, it has been difficult for us to achieve the idea of fighting for our lives.

You are very strong, but you have limits, and there is no difference between you and me when facing the final bullet, unless you plan to use yourself directly as bait like the West Sea Blade back then, and blow them all up into the sky if you don't distinguish between friend and foe......

"Wrynn!!" The white-coated goblin's voice rose and angrily interrupted Wrynn's words.

"Don't get me wrong, Captain Kyle." The goblin in the white coat got out of the car and hurriedly stepped forward, "Recently, the Wandong City Research Institute has made some discoveries, and it may be able to reverse the situation, but I'm afraid I will have to trouble you to help test it."

"Forget it, I'm busy."

Kyle lowered his head, and after a moment suppressed his emotions, a hint of apology on his face, "

I'm sorry, I'm a little tired today, but tell me about the Sea Thorn Snake."

"No, no, no, I bothered you, but I still want to talk to you......

"I'm sorry."

Kyle said again, turning and walking away.

After the white coat was stunned for a while, his face was a little sluggish.

"Wrynn, look at what you've done!" The white-coated goblin said to Ureon in distress.

"Hey, you know what, do you think we're good for him? That kid was a professional before he was a soldier......

Wryn chuckled, his expression nonchalant.

People like them are not so easy to use simple words, either they just let their superiors give orders, or let them take the initiative to make choices.

As for using the advantage of words to make him change his mind? Are you kidding?

How could Urian not know that smoking and drinking would affect the physical performance of professionals, but it was not yet time to smoke and drink.

A person like Kyle, who doesn't smoke, drink, is not close to beauty, and is not obsessed with power, will only be more determined than him.

"He obviously doesn't want to deal with us, and if he doesn't, we won't have our last chance!" The goblin in the white coat was a little distressed.

Urynn, who was on the side, inhaled lightly, suddenly burst out, and punched the white coat goblin in the face, hammering him to the ground, and Martin boots stepped on the white coat goblin's face:

"If Lao Tzu is in charge of the rangers, when he receives the order from you to ask them to go to your palace, he will cut you as the one who gives the order first." ….

Wryn was furious like a lion.

He had been a proponent of the idea that there would always be some sacrifice necessary for the sake of victory in war, at least before this battle.

But now he realizes that he was wrong, very wrong!

If wars between nations are a continuation of politics, wars with believers in gods are for the possibility of survival.

The purpose of the war was to survive, but on the day of the complete collapse of the defense line on the west coast, when he faced the Chosen One who was hiding in the monster horde and looked at him coldly, he suddenly felt that all the battles were unimportant.

He now only wants to save the lives of his surviving compatriots, as for the war with the Lambs of God?

As long as that monster (the Chosen One) exists, it will only be a one-sided slaughter!

"Ahem~ Sensuality is not the emotion that we think tanks in the combat center should have." The white-coated goblin spat out a mouthful of blood, and a tooth splashed on the ground mixed with blood.

"Probably because the top knows that you guys can move their mouths too? Somebody has to carry out the order, and by chance, that person won't be you."

Ureon sneered, "Maybe you're worried about you guys going to do whatever it takes to explore the mysteries and mysteries of the world? After all, there seem to be many fanatics in the research institute who are trying to find out the mysteries of the gods from the corpses of evil gods, such as you who once led the [Ladder Project]."

The white-coated goblin covered his cheeks and smiled, reluctantly standing up, "Maybe we just want to chase the ultimate beauty of the world? Honestly, I'm kind of envious of you, at least you don't know anything."

Wryon took a sip, his face full of disdain, "What's the matter? Do you kneel beside the corpse of an evil god like you and beg for the power of a corpse?"

"That's not right, maybe I'd rather put the corpse on the operating table and slice it in?"

The white-coated goblin muttered, picked up the glasses that had fallen aside, and said to himself, "Maybe in your eyes, we are such a group of irresponsible big liars?

After all, as far as I'm concerned, shouting the slogan of studying the gods for the benefit of the whole goblin and the whole continent, in fact, it is only to use the wealth and resources of society to satisfy my greedy desire for knowledge, and to satisfy my happiness in the beauty of the universe and truth."

He wiped his gray glasses clean with his white coat and put them on, and the afterglow of the setting sun was reflected in the lenses, making it impossible to see his eyes behind the lenses.

"Why, I don't want to ask Kyle to save you at this time

？」 Ureon quipped.

The white-coated goblin pushed the frame and pulled a slightly distorted smile on his face, "No, I just suddenly realized that I just made a stupid and ineffective move, and instead ignored the most important point.

Wrynn, I thought you were on our side, but now it seems that even you will be blinded by the power of the Chosen One, and you are not a suitable candidate."

"Ah, yes, yes!" Wrynn's face was furious, "Yes, I was terrified, and when I faced the Chosen One, I knew I had no strength to resist her anymore.

But so what? Kyle is different, he's strong enough, he's not at the limit yet, and he's never met that guy, and he has a better chance of surviving than any of you. ….

I thought that his fugitive mindset would weaken his courage to fight, but now it seems that this is a good thing, and he can at least think calmly now, instead of being caught up in the frenzied atmosphere of war and losing his cool as a decision-maker."

"So you're going to stop me?" The goblin in the white coat spreads his hands.

"No, I'm a soldier, but I think if you ask me to enlighten that kid, I'm sorry, it's going to backfire."

Hearing Wrynn's words, the white-coated goblin laughed, "As long as you don't stop it, that's enough."

It's night, twilight is falling, and everything is quiet.

After venting his anger from the shore, Kyle dragged his heavy steps into the base.

As he passed by the alleyway at the entrance of Wandong City, he paused in his footsteps and turned to walk towards the silent alley.

In the darkness, he met a pair of lost eyes again.

"Didn't I tell you it would be safer at home?" Kyle's eyes flickered slightly.

Mira, the human girl leaning against the trash can, trembled subconsciously, buried her head and said, "There is no home."

「……」

"He~ he doesn't want me anymore." The little girl, who had calmed down a little, was silent for a moment, her voice a little distorted by choking.

Kyle's nose smelled a strange smell, and his eyes became deeper, "No, the children who are still alive have been loved deeply."

"I didn't see my dad in the car on the West Coast." The little girl tried to blow her nose, but her eyes were still red and swollen.

Kyle was stunned for a moment, his head turned slightly white, and suddenly remembered the words in the dreary conference room, where someone said, "Two days ago, the wave of insects killed a lot of brothers on the West Coast", and remembered the few returning convoys.

He felt a little pale for a moment, so much so that he shook his head and said, "He may want to save the world, and if you cry again, he won't be able to protect everyone with peace of mind."

"He's dead!"

「…… yes, he's dead." Kyle's voice deepened, "It was the 'god' who killed him, remember the word, it was the monster that brought the end and took your father."

"Strange ~ thing?"

Kyle's eyes were a little cold, and his thin eyelashes drooped, "Yes, monster. They like to take over the brains of cowards, so that they never think of anything but wagging their tails at themselves and begging for mercy.

Sometimes they will give hope to a well-fed cat like a mouse and slowly take its life."

The fear in Mira's eyes intensified, and she said in disbelief, "Why~ Why are they so cruel?"

"Because that's how they live, and in order to gain power, they inject a poison called faith into living objects, so that it spreads through the bloodstream and into the depths of the brain."

Kyle recalls the research of a necromancer in his previous life who had been besieged to death by the Chosen One for blasphemy.

Kyle spoke very clearly, and muttered, "After the gods rely on it, the poison called the power of faith will manifest and spread throughout the body.

It doesn't even take 24 hours for the power of faith to use the human body as a nest and hatch a more corrosive special force. ….

When the divine power is born, the special power released will replace most of the blood in the human body

The walls of the tubes, which take root inside the body, form special hormones that replace endothelial cells, further liberating the power of our body, and in the process, the happiness of the body caused by the spread of divine power will make the Chosen One become a captive of happiness without hesitation.

They call this communion with God, and it is proof that the Chosen One has surpassed his own limits.

However, the addictive nature of the divine power is too strong, and the Chosen One loses his judgment of pain and sinks into it, becoming a toy for the gods who have been revived from his body, at his mercy.

What awaits them is to stop breathing in the phantom pain of suffocation and the spreading pleasure, and turn into the walking dead manipulated by the gods, so you get the ......."

Kyle squatted down, gently picked up the girl's face, looked at her eyes that had been drowned in tears, and said surgingly:

"So you understand? This is the deity, and the illusionary happiness distorts reality, deprives people of their minds, and creates living undead spirits, all for the purpose of cannibalism. Hate them, for your father will never come back because of them."

Mira's eyes were a little dazed, obviously unable to understand yet.

Isn't hallucinogenic happiness also happiness? At least I still have the opportunity to see my parents in my dreams.

"If you don't understand, you don't want to." Kyle let go of his hand holding her cheek and slowly ruffled her hair, "So don't cry, I'll tell you a story."

Mira lowered her head and shook her head as if resisting, but Kyle's voice grew deeper and deeper, "If you are the dazzling paladin of the Templar, you have sworn to God to protect the innocent and the weak, and kill demons and demons.

One day, on the way to exorcism, you meet a nobleman who is about to snatch a girl, and in the process of entanglement, the girl's hat accidentally falls off, revealing the horns on her head, and you know that she is the demon you are about to kill.

But she was clean, didn't smell of blood, and shouldn't have hurt anyone. If it were a human being, you would save her without hesitation.

But she's a demon, and the identity of the devil makes you have scruples. You hesitate, not knowing whether to save her or not.

But thou hast solemnly sworn before God to protect the weak, and hast made an oath against the devil."

The confusion in the teenage girl's hole reflected Kyle's pale but increasingly determined face.

His eyes were full of exhaustion, but the heavy words kept rising: "Most demons do evil, do you think you choose to turn a blind eye, or break your oath and shout that sentence with the flame of hatred—

Forgive me, O God!"

The little girl was silent for a long time, her eyes gradually brightened, and a hoarse cry came from her young throat, as if she was crying for help: "Will the knight come to protect Miss Demon?"

"No, he's still keeping his oath."

"Then why did he repent?"

"Because he'll protect Miss Demon from the nobles, and then ...... The nobles and her were slain by him."

"Is Miss Demon going to die after all?"

"Yes, but the paladins will be gentle."

"Is that so?"

"So......" Kyle's eyes seemed to be engulfed in the abyss, his fingertips sliding down her tattered clothes, his eyes filled with sadness, "God, please forgive me!" ….

Gluttony Slime Queen, Esther, Awakened.

The slime solution flickered on her fingertips, engulfing Mira's body.

Kyle watched as she struggled in the solution of predatory life, the scorching smoke stinking at her.

She staggered to the ground, and the yellow peach package of sugar water that she had thrown on the ground earlier was swallowed up by Esther along with her.

An inhuman roar rang out, and the rancid arthropods of the necromancers that pierced their skin from behind were crushed into a lake of pulp by Esther's before they could burst out of their chambers.

She struggled towards Kyle in the cloudy solution, her lips closing together, and Kyle couldn't hear clearly.

He straightened up and said softly, "It's going to be soon, at least I'll let you die as a human."

The howl of a vicious wind came from the dark alley.

[Lionheart's Proof], full swing!

Rumble~

The crumbling stone walls, the crumbling flesh, and the blood flames that burned along with Mira's withered life slowly vanished, and Kyle's face was numb.

[In other words, it is the best way to read aloud and listen to books at present, change the source, .huanyuan. 】

Mira is long dead, living nothing more than a vessel that is about to hatch a necromancy.

"Tsk, first Grandpa White, then these little girls...... Do these coalitions of nations have to put me on their side?"

Kyle's voice was impatient.

The rain of Wandong City can't hide the malice.

Kyle believes that there is a child named Mira, whose father fought valiantly on the front lines to protect the child, and finally collapsed in the twilight of the West Coast.

So, he at least hoped that the child would die as a human being and not be killed by himself as an enemy.

"Those undead ......," Kyle took a deep breath, "are you hiding in the water again and trying to create new ones?"

At this time, the "Didi~" prompt of the communicator sounded.

"Didi~"

The communicator's prompt sounded, and Kyle glanced at the girl who was about to be devoured, and glanced at the communicator in a complicated way:

[A short message: Captain Kyle, the Wandong City Research Institute sincerely invites you to come and watch, if you are still obsessed with the future of the Goblin Empire, or in other words, the future you want to protect, please believe that we are always moving towards a common goal]

Kyle glanced at it, for a long time, and sneered.

What are you kidding, do you tell me to go?

… Ten minutes later...

Wandong City's research institute ushered in an uninvited guest.

"Welcome, Captain Kyle." Dr. Osborne, with an abrasive cloth on his face, slurred his words, "I hope you can get the results you want here today."

"I've read your message." Kyle walked steadily up to the white-coated goblin, his sharp eyes smirking at Osborne.

Although he is a few years older than this inhumanly strong captain, there is always a heartfelt uneasiness when facing him.

Damn, I should have come to him lightly, tilted my head and said to him, "It's the honor of your life to get my invention", which step was wrong and became like this?

"Now that you've read the message, we must have agreed on this point." ….

Kyle paused, looking at Dr. Osborne indifferently, "It's not a consensus, it's just a matter of forgetting."

"Forget it?" He chewed his mouth, "Unfortunately, I can't relate to that."

"Why don't I kill your whole family and let you experience it?"

"Then I'm afraid you made a mistake, I only have a son after the evacuation."

Dr. Osborne smiled, "He was one of the soldiers who assisted you in the snowfield operation that led to the Sword Maniac being captured by the coalition forces and transformed into the Chosen One, and there were no living people in that battle except for the Sword Maniac White Simtia, who has now become the Chosen One."

"You can laugh...... You're better than I am at that." Kyle looked at the man again.

The white coat said calmly, "I thought that the cold wind of Osiria would not blow us away, but since it is scattered, it is scattered. I have more important things to accomplish than that, and you're the most critical part of this plan, so please."

He made a "please" gesture in front of him.

"You're amazing!" Although I don't like goblins with this temperament very much, this mentality is really strong enough.

The Osirian Snow Field is a public area adjacent to the city of Wandong.

At that time, Wandong City carried out a plan called "Operation Snowfield" there.

The plan dispatched almost 11 of the top 11 professionals in Wandong City at that time, and more than 100 goblin elite gunners and heavy mechanics to assist, in order to capture the special parasitic undead that appeared for the first time.

To be precise, that thing should be called the Scarab Revenant.

In the end, although the capture was successful, no one survived the ordinary professionals, 9 of the professionals died, 1 was abolished, and the abolished old white even had time to hand over the container that captured the soul of the scarab to Kyle, because his body gradually lost control, and he was almost directly occupied by the gods.

Afterward...... Later, in order to prevent his "self" from hurting Kyle after the "Advent of the Sage", Old White decisively chose to leave far away.

When they met again, he had become the "Chosen One" on the side of Holy Briña.

All of the above is what happened before Kyle's memories were revived, and can be seen as the "setting" of Old White in this historical echo dungeon.

Of course, if Kyle is able to reset this quest, everyone will just leave the quest, and Old White won't have any problems.

Troublesome...... It's no wonder that the Will of the World thinks that its own side will determine the difficulties it faces in the dungeon.

If he is on the side of the coalition of countries, then Old White is still his trump card.

But if he wants to save the inhabitants of Wandong City one more time, then Old White will become a powerful enemy who hinders his strategy.

Kyle strode forward, it was the first time he had entered the research institute in Wandong City, and after entering, he was surprised by the chaos within the research institute.

The not-so-spacious hall is littered with a circle of computer-like equipment, a dense network of grids and wires intertwined with each other, an electrician's nightmare, and a large number of organs suspended in liquid in huge glass jars.

Most of the researchers present looked tired, and their crumpled coats made them look less like rigorous scientists, but rather a bunch of half-crazy beggars. ….

Kyle lowered the corners of his eyes, "Are you doing research like this?"

"Or else?" The white coat walked slowly, and it was then that Kyle realized that although he looked different from a human, Osborne's complexion was not very good.

There were bloody scabs on the white, chapped lips.

"You ......"

"We're not going to go." Dr. Osborne interrupted Kyle's conversation, "Don't go, don't go, according to the current situation, if you evacuate again, the last research facility will not be saved, in that case, it is better to stay."

"If you follow them away, there will be a chance." Kyle said.

But the long silence made the emotions in the white coat's eyes a little more complicated.

"Listen, Captain Kyle, the earliest life we've ever found in archaeology is twenty-one billion years old.

Until the first intellectual life appeared 85 million years ago, and now we have established the Goblin Empire, from the perspective of the macrocosm, life is not a frequent visitor to the world.

In terms of individuals, we are as small as dust, the history of civilization is magnificent and long for us, and there are countless countries on the beach that have been killed by the waves, but looking at the mainland, the inheritance has always been there.

It is just a transfer from one kingdom to another, although it will weaken, but it will always be inherited, but now, if we also destroy the Ten Thousand Moving City, there will be no real inheritor of the will of the goblins in this world.

All I know is that the gods don't want goblins to exist, don't look at the fact that we can laugh here now, don't look like we're still a goblin now, but when we end up being fixed."

「…… It's good to stick with it."

The white-coated goblin looked at the hurried colleague and smiled gently: "If the sun is shining on him and the road ahead is full of flowers and plants, it will not be us who walks in this world."

"No, it won't." Kyle looked up firmly, "Goblins will live forever."

"Hahaha, that's why I said that Ureon's vulgar guy doesn't understand anything...... Is it important to stay alive? Is it alive to be alive like a corpse?

You, and the rangers, or the sword maniacs who became one of the Chosen One, should be able to understand our situation......

Goblins in white coats

Tears of laughter flowed, "This is the wonder of life, the main battle faction of Urian wants to leave a fire for the rest of the people, and the evasive faction like you is willing to accept our terms.

Is it to save your partner? Oh, what a wonderful human heart!"

Kyle said, "The war has been going on for years."

"It should be said that it has been over for many years, otherwise why would our Wandong City become a part of the echo of history?"

「……」

"Isn't that weird?" Dr. Osborne had a gentle smile on his face.

"I'm a bit surprised, and it stands to reason that you shouldn't be aware of this under the control of world consciousness." Kyle sighed.

Sure enough, just as he thought, those words of Urian before made him feel strange.

Now Dr. Osborne has proven it...... That is, the upper echelons of Wandong City have long realized that they have become part of the dungeon. ….

"So how the hell did you find out?" Kyle was a little curious.

He had never heard of a reverberating dungeon where there could be a being who watched over himself as a reflection of history, rather than a living creature that actually existed.

In fact, in many cases, even if the player rushes straight into this type of dungeon, telling the inhabitants:

"Hey, you're dead in history, and you're just a copy of a historical echo dungeon!"

Most of the time, there won't be a few dungeon natives who will believe it.

After all, just think about it.

If you live in the metropolis all year round and don't really go out to see, and then one day, someone suddenly pops up and swears to you:

"Yo, little brother, you are actually dead, and now you seem to be alive, only because God has recreated you and thrown you into this metropolis.

Listen to me, V me 50, and I will take you out of the prison of God!"

At this time, excluding the secondary two teenagers, most people will only regard the person who said this as a brain-dead, and will not really believe that they have hit the street.

Not to mention a Wandong City that was besieged in a cage by several *** teams.

Kyle looked at Dr. Osborne, frowned, and said, "Since you've known for a long time, why are you delaying your actions until now?"

"It's not that you don't act, it's that it's useless to act...... If you don't recover your memories and can't get your cooperation, then continue according to the established history, no matter how many methods we exhaust......

In the end, it will still be the end of destruction."

"So we're your saviors? Shouldn't I be honored?" Kyle said.

Dr. Osborne didn't answer Kyle, just kept walking.

"Here we are." Dr. Osborne's somewhat tired face took on a look of pride, "Come and see our best masterpiece of all these years."

Seeing Kyle come to the giant glass container, everyone's eyes are focused.

From their faces, Kyle read a sentence: Finally something useful, let's end TM quickly!

He glanced at it, stunned, and his face rarely couldn't suppress his emotions, and began to twist.

"What is this Gohachi!"

See the living creature suspended in a glass container like twisted tentacles...... On the living body, he actually felt his own breath.

Even Esther, who had been silent all the time, poked his head out of the gap in Kyle's clothes and looked at the living tissue curiously.

"That thing looks delicious?" The thought crossed its mind

As for Kyle, he's already broken the defense, and he recognizes what it is.

He trembled and pointed at the thing and said, "Don't tell me that you made it out of the flesh and blood of the evil god you killed?"

The white coat approached

Kyle said, "Doesn't it look good, that corpse is somehow more magical than nanomaterials, but unfortunately it's alive, not everyone can tame it."

"I know." Kyle replied angrily.

He knew, of course he knew.

In the Nether Gate, there are two things that can be called extremely wide range of "universality", one is the dragon, and there are too many parts of the dragon's body that can be used as materials for various mysterious systems.

Every year, more than a dozen new uses for different dragon materials emerge, feeding mages, pharmacists, and alchemists.

The other is a more advanced replacement material for dragons...... Divine body.

Divine blood, divine body, divine fire, divine power, divine nature......

If it weren't for the gods' dominance of power, they would have been eaten by greedy beings and nurtured by now.

But even so......

"That's what your [Ladder Project] is for? Don't blame those gods for thinking about ***, you're digging up their roots!"

That mass of flesh that Kyle had seen......

Around the time of version 7.0 of the game, a special piece of equipment called "Artifact Slayer" appeared on the main road.

These pieces of equipment initially exist in the form of flesh and blood, and once they are fused with the bloodline of certain people, they can be transformed into a specific type of equipment at will.

These seemingly incomparable Cthulhu equipment have only one purpose, to fuse the flesh and blood of a certain type of god or even the origin, pull the original immortal and immortal god out of the river of destiny, and permanently destroy it......

Eventually, everything about that god will be absorbed by the "artifact killer", and the weapon will replace the god and exercise the power of the rules.

Of course, until this thing has succeeded in absorbing the power of the gods, it will be an excellent piece of equipment at best.

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