"Huh?"

In the fifth car, the white-haired old woman who had been looking at the two mixed-race youths before trembled and got out of her stiff state and regained her agility.

Then, she looked at the empty two seats not far away, and muttered blankly:

"I just ...... What happened? ”

"God, that's weird."

The old woman pinched the bridge of her nose and looked distressed, "It feels very wrong." ”

She straightened up and looked around.

It was found that all the passengers in the carriage were still seated normally, and there was nothing unusual.

But the old woman just felt that something was wrong.

Her heart moved, and she turned her head again to look at the two vacant seats.

"I remember, there were people sitting there."

Buzz –

In the dark, she suddenly 'saw' a translucent ripple enveloping her.

"Uh......"

The old woman's expression froze again, and her wide-open eyes flickered with strange light, and after a long time it gradually faded.

She blinked, and woke up.

This time, after looking at the two empty seats again, the old woman's heart was no longer wavering.

She just felt a little hungry, so she lowered her head and opened her bag, took out a box of pumpkin pie and took a small bite to taste.

In this way, six large living people disappeared out of thin air in the three carriages.

In the end, no one noticed and no one cared.

Bang dang –

With the humming sound of a rumbling track, the long train drove along the winding tracks into the darkness of night.

Inside car number six.

"I didn't expect that old woman's spiritual vision to be so high, and she needed to cast spells repeatedly to be manipulated and perceived."

Randolph groaned in a low voice, "It would be a shame if this talent of hers was wasted like this." ”

During the emotion, he suddenly thought ...... There may be a lot of people in this world who have a talent for occultism.

However, due to life circumstances, most people may not be able to discover and show their talents for the rest of their lives.

If you can collect all these people, and then go through a lot of rigorous and standardized training, train them in occult knowledge, and the ability to respond to all kinds of dangerous things.

So, wouldn't it be possible to mass-produce a large number of professional investigators?

And the place that currently produces the most such talents in the world happens to be Randolph Carter's alma mater, Miskatonic University.

"So......" Randolph muttered under his breath, "we can try to do some work with the school." ”

Half an hour later, the top of the train.

Woo~~~

With the distant humming sound of the locomotive, Randolph, standing in the strong wind, opened the black leather boxes one by one, revealing the hidden contents inside.

"Trinitrotoluene (tNt)."

He looked coldly at the six fruit-fleshed half-blood youths lying on the top of the train like dead corpses in front of him, and said quietly, "One box is more than thirty pounds, and six boxes are two hundred pounds, if it explodes, I don't know how many people will die." ”

Fang Cai Randolph has forcibly prying a lot of information out of these people's consciousness through the Mind Forbidden Technique.

According to the information, these men are from a heretical order on the Mediterranean coast called 'Baalzebub'.

Randolph had a vague impression of this order.

It is said to have been founded by the ancient Philistines who mysteriously disappeared in the 5th century B.C., and the ancient god Baalzebub worshipped was later incorporated into the system by Judaism and Catholicism, and became the great devil called Beelzebub.

And these six Baalzebuites came here this time, and they carried so much high explosives.

The purpose was to hold a large-scale sacrifice to summon the ancient god Baalzebub to come to earth with the souls, corpses and deaths of a large number of ordinary people.

Moreover, these six young people are just a small node of the entire god-calling sacrifice.

At this moment, there are hundreds of Baalzebubs all over the world, in trains, theaters, ships, taverns, markets...... and other crowded places, and at the same time launched sacrifices.

In other words, tens of thousands of people may have been killed alive and shattered by the explosion at this moment.

This incident is so serious that the whole world will be in an uproar in the next few days, and newspapers from all over the world will report on the bombing case one after another.

But Randolph Carter wasn't in the mood to think about it, he just felt angry.

"Damned bastard!"

Randolph scolded angrily, "How dare you act so recklessly! ”

Then, he looked coldly at the six half-blood youths who were still unconscious, and whispered strange incantations full of anger.

Wow~Wow~Wow~

In an instant, the whole body of these six people ignited gray flames out of thin air.

Under the intense burning pain, the six people also woke up in unison and stared and screamed.

But their terrifying cries were also burned by the strange flames.

What's even more amazing is that this gray and white fire does not damage foreign objects, and only burns the six of them.

So under Randolph's indifferent gaze, these six demented Baalzebuites were burned alive to wisps of ashes.

And under the strong wind blowing on the top of the train, it dissipated into nothingness in an instant, and the bones were completely gone.

And after doing these things, Randolph Carter's face turned cloudy again.

Now the question ...... Is it to continue to track down the Cthulhu paganism? Or to stop the next move of the Baalzebub Order?

After thinking for a few seconds, Randolph looked certain:

"Well, although these two are pests, the Order of Baalzibub is obviously more dangerous, and no one knows what they will do next or how much harm they will cause, so ......"

He stood on the roof of the car and looked at the bright moon, "So let's pause for a moment to investigate the Cthulhu paganism." ”

There is one more important thing besides this.

That is to formalize the organization, to develop the organization.

This can no longer be delayed.

Randolph alone has no way to 'take care of' the entire planet, and he needs more helpers.

"I need to first get in touch with Miskatonik University and have an in-depth conversation with the top management of the university."

Randolph crossed his hands and frowned, "We still need to consult with the leaders of all parties, get them to support, and if they don't support, force them to support." ”

The plan to reach out to the top of the countries is somewhat dangerous, but it cannot be left undone.

Because human society is so large, many things cannot be done without the help of various political authorities.

Randolph doesn't have too many worries, though.

With three super instruments, a large number of strange 'containment objects', and countless forbidden magical secrets, he is not afraid of any threat of this era.

Guns, ammunition, artillery, bombs, or all kinds of poisons and poisons have no effect on him.

What's more, it is impossible for Randolph to come forward and contact those high-level people in person, which is too risky.

He could imagine how greedy those in high positions could be.

Therefore, this matter must be considered in the long run, carried out steadily, and cannot be sloppy.

Woo~~~~

With the loud train whistle, Randolph Carter returned to his seat in car six.

And from this moment on, he unconsciously ushered in a real turning point in his life.

In the not-too-distant future, Randolph Carter will become the most powerful man on the planet.

At the same time, the earth's civilization will also usher in an unimaginable turning point under his direct or indirect influence.

This inflection point will even radiate to the countless races of the entire Boundless Star Sea of the Third Dimension, and even more dimensions.

The so-called inflection point is a change that should not have occurred.

In the world of the Cthulhu Mythos, humans are always ants to the superior races and the ancient gods and gods, and they can never resist.

This is true no matter how many infinite dimensions and how many parallel universes there are.

But the appearance of Yojo Deen has brought changes to countless human beings.

As long as it is a change, it means that the "fateful script" of this torrent has been shaken.

Under the immeasurable shaking of infinity and infinity, the mysterious transcendent essence will also emerge from nothing.

From the point of view of mortal things, time has a past, then a present, and finally a future.

But for Jojodern, who stands at a higher level, the time of the phenomenal realm is completely in no particular order.

So, whether it's Yingzheng, Mizuse Yomu, Spartacus, or Randolph Carter, or countless other creatures chosen by Troy.

When they make a certain choice, or go through some kind of upheaval, their infinite futures are all presented in Jojodern's eyes.

The same is true for the extraction of transcendental essence.

Outside the infinite dimension, a realm beyond the reach of time and space, Jojo Deen, who was suspended in the miserable white palace, slowly opened countless eyes:

"Sure enough, as long as we continue to 'create' all kinds of changes around the fulcrum of the torrent, and then let those many changes derive more changes, it can be like toppling dominoes, shaking the fulcrum of the torrent little by little, and then squeezing out the so-called transcendent essence, just ......"

He muttered, "The 'quantity' of essence is still too small and too little, so small that it takes too long and too long to truly condense a variable gem.

But why? Why is there so little essence that can be squeezed out of these fulcrums? ”

In the boundless white palace, Jojo Deen thought about it for a long, long time.

Eventually, after much thought, he came to a conclusion:

"All the fulcrums in this "Kline's Torrent" are too weak and too weak, so weak that they can't be squeezed out of too much transcendent essence, and they can only accumulate a little bit of water for a long time."

The "weak" mentioned here does not refer to the concept of "combat power".

In fact, in the torrent of evolution, the combat power level of an individual is the least important 'thing'.

What really matters is the strength of the 'supporting force' of the torrent.

To make it clearer, it is the number of "scenes" on the "fulcrum" of a certain torrent above the "fateful script".

There are enough "scenes", so there are no taboos and how to toss.

If there are too few "scenes", even if the strength is so strong that it explodes, and it is strong enough to destroy the immeasurable universe and time and space with one thought, you can only live honestly, don't think about what you have.

Otherwise, you will accidentally provoke a "strong fulcrum" with enough "scenes", even if the opponent's strength level can't even reach the brick explosion.

The "weak fulcrum" that is strong enough to annihilate countless time and space may also be inexplicably knocked to the ground by it.

The reason for this is very simple.

It is only because all kinds of logic, such as mathematics, rules, cause and effect, have to give way to "stories", and they must compromise and make way for the normal operation of "stories".

"So ......"

Yojo Deen thought slowly, "Now that the transcendental essence extraction process of this 'K-Clan' torrent is on the right track, it will take too long.

Well, I'll have to get out of here for a while and look for a new torrent. ”

That's right, Jojo Deen, or Mu Cang, decided to split into some clones and leave here, going to other world-class torrents, seeking opportunities to squeeze out the essence of transcendence.

As for this, let's use it as a rear base camp.

The production efficiency of the essence here is relatively low, but it is more stable, so it is perfect for use as a base camp.

……

Outside the 'K-Silf' torrent.

In the infinite seven-dimensional universe, infinite (w) hazy shadows appeared at the same time.

The appearance of these lights and shadows is exactly the same as Mu Cang.

Yes, these are all His doppelgangers.

In fact, it is a bit narrow to use the term "doppelganger" to describe them.

It should be said that after reaching the level of Mu Cang, there is no difference between the ontology and the clone.

All is Him, all is Him.

In short, each of these 'clones' born out of thin air has an E0-level strength no less than the 'body'.

Perhaps for a small finite number of ants, it is completely inconceivable to be able to split an infinite number of clones, and each clone has the same strength as the main body, which is a pure fantasy.

But in Mu Cang's opinion, this is a simple thing, not much more difficult than blinking his eyes.

Not even to mention the infinite (w) self, even if it splits out e0 self, Mu Cang can do it completely, and it won't take much effort.

It's just that it's not much of a need.

Because in the face of that higher level of E1-level existence, even if E0 E0-level creatures go up together, it will not be more threatening than a finite number of ants.

In short, after these clones appeared, they galloped away in all directions without looking back.

In an instant, it disappeared on the outside of the huge and boundless 'K-Clan' torrent.

In this way, the infinite essence of time passes by for a long time.

While Mu Cang's 'essence' located within the 'K-Clan' torrent had already squeezed and collected many, many essences during this long period of time, one of his 'clones' had finally found an E0-level 'activated' torrent after crossing countless 'dead silence' torrents.

Buzz –

After using the majestic power of Chaos Delirium to drill through the shell and enter the interior of this new torrent, Mu Cang (clone) was shocked to find out.

There are actually two torrents here, and the 'supporting force' is so strong that it completely surpasses everything in this world, like all dimensions...... strong fulcrum".

And these two fulcrums are also very familiar to him.

Precisely...... Batman Bruce Wayne, and Superman Clark Kent.

That's right, this is DC torrenting.