Metropolitan Refuge, Intelligence Bureau.

In the monitoring room, a large mirror is erected.

Dr. Allen stands in front of the mirror, using his detection skills to monitor the fierce fights in the desert in real time.

Just when the "Wanderer" was about to punch the prophet away, the picture reflected by the mirror suddenly shook violently and disappeared.

"Dr. Allen, what's going on?!"

Margaret asked, surprised.

"Detecting the signal, disturbed by a mysterious magic, unable to see the scene clearly."

Alan frowned.

"Is the distraction from a wanderer, or is it a false prophet?" Margaret asked.

"It's impossible to tell yet...... However, from experience, it is most likely the work of false prophets, and similar situations have occurred in the past when monitoring him. Alan shrugged and spread his hands.

"You've done your best, and you can't be blamed for that."

Margaret comforted her husband and turned to look at the boy sitting on the couch.

The boy looked to be less than ten years old, wearing black bib shorts and a white short-sleeved shirt, like a schoolboy.

Margaret's lips squirmed, and after all, she was still embarrassed to say the word "father", and asked the boy politely and distantly:

"What do you think?"

"Nothing to look at."

Dr. Solomon, who was reincarnated as a boy, had a strong contrast between his immature voice and his gloomy demeanor.

"Wanderer, I'm afraid you can't escape the hands of the false prophet, you don't need to waste time any longer, go home and accompany the child."

"But...... If we do it now, we might be able to do something about it! Margaret said unwillingly, "Even if you can't capture the wanderer, at least you can stir up the situation, so that the false prophet can't get the wanderer!" ”

"What you can't get, you don't want others to get?"

Dr. Solomon asked his daughter with a mocking expression.

"Finally, again, everything is in my control, as long as you don't do any trouble."

Before he could finish speaking, he got up and left.

Syllable!

The next second the door closed, Margaret smashed the teacup in anger, and her chest rose and fell violently.

Alan walked up to his wife and patted her on the shoulder to calm her down.

"Honey, are we really just going to do nothing and watch the wanderers fall into the hands of a cult?"

"Don't do anything, at least it's not our turn to carry the black cauldron."

Alan said meaningfully.

Margaret understood her husband's hint, sighed, and couldn't help but complain to him:

"My father used to be my hero, but as he grew older, his spirit gradually became distorted...... I am so worried that in the near future, he will fall from a hero to a sinner and make irreparable mistakes. ”

"This is his own choice, and we, as juniors, can only respect it even if we don't understand it." Alan whispered.

"If he insists on making mistakes, and you and I and even our children will ultimately bear the consequences, can you accept it calmly?" Margaret asked angrily.

Alan was silent for a long time and sighed:

"Anyway, he's your father, and I don't want to offend him until things break through my tolerance line."

"Tell me, what's your bottom line?"

"You and the children, you can't be hurt!" Alan replied firmly.

The anxiety and annoyance in Margaret's eyes transformed into warmth, hugged her husband, and whispered in his ear:

"My dear, so do I."

……

Desert on a moonlit night.

Pale sand dunes.

The lonely figure of the Prophet is buried in the vast shadow of the wanderer.

However, he did not run away.

Calmly raise your right hand and stick out your index finger.

With one finger, stab the giant fist that fell on the head.

Burst!

With a flick of your fingertips, there is a slight air pop.

A seemingly insignificant blow shattered the wanderer's entire right arm!

The plasma and shattered crystal nuclei turned into cloudy clouds.

The wanderer's massive body was flicked away by the Prophet's fingers, and it tumbled into the sky.

Alan looked up, a sneer tugging at the corner of his lips.

Following the "Transcendent Fear Technique" and the "Transcendent Psychic Barrier" that shielded detection, he hung the "Dimensional Lock" on the realm.

The wanderer's shattered right arm is regenerating on its own.

A silver halo erupted around his body, opening the teleportation.

The collision just now has proved that the power of the prophet is far above it.

The instinct to survive prompted it to rise up the idea of escaping.

Flee to a place where the prophet can't find it.

The teleportation halo is extinguished.

Sealed with teleportation abilities, the wanderer falls from a great height.

With a thud, he fell into the bunker.

Alan raised his hand, and the soft sand turned into a rock, trapping the wanderer who was still struggling in the bunker.

With the strength of a wanderer, it is not difficult to break free from the shackles of the rocks.

However, it wittily gave up resistance.

Because the harsh reality is right in front of you.

If you continue to struggle and provoke the Prophet, you will only suffer a more severe punishment, and it is better to be caught.

……

Liberty City.

Cathedral of the Titans, crypt.

On the ceiling, a "non-extinguishable flame" is suspended in place of a chandelier, emitting a bright but not warm light.

A naked corpse, taped to the wall.

Despite the loss of its head, heart, and an arm, the corpse was still alive, twitching from time to time, as if struggling.

The Wanderer's strength stat is not less than 80 points.

Thin tape paper, obviously, does not limit its freedom.

The pressure comes from the prophet on the other side.

Powerful magic, radiating from him, pressed the wanderer against the wall, unable to move.

Alan sits in front of the lab bench, analyzing tissue extracted from wanderers.

Judging from the results, there is no significant difference compared to other Titans.

Similar to other Titans, Wanderers are also adept at controlling Titan cell infectees with psychic powers.

Teleportation, crystal nucleus armor, are also standard skills.

In addition, the wanderer can also convert the magic power in his body into a force field impact, which is released through his fists and feet, thus forming a shockwave with huge destructive power.

This is its main means of attack.

Alan recorded the results of these analyses.

Stand up, put on plastic gloves, pick up a sharp scalpel, and turn to walk towards the wanderer.

The wanderer seemed to sense what the terrible man was going to do to him, and struggled more and more.

The spiritual fluctuations that emanate are full of temptation and supplication.

It tries to seduce Eren by sacrificing all but its skull, left arm, and heart, and then merging with it to form a complete human body.

In this way, Alan, as its contractor, will be able to gain its full power.

It did sound tempting, but Alan indifferently refused.

He captures "wanderers" not to conclude a contract.

Now that his power is strong enough, he doesn't need to use the Titans to improve himself.

Put the "wanderer" here, just to act as a decoy.

Before the prey was hooked, it was idle, and Alan dissected the wanderer himself to see its physiology.

In the gloomy basement of the cathedral, wanderers let out a silent and tragic wail through mental fluctuations.

Alan was indifferent.

The scalpel calmly cut in its belly.

Wanderer, no gender characteristics in appearance.

In its body, the reproductive organs are not the same as those of humans.

With the help of the analysis of the gluttonous system, Alan learned that wanderers have both male and female reproductive organs and can reproduce their own offspring.

It is no wonder that the five Titans with wanderers as the main body, after being combined, are called "Titan Mothers".

The bell tower of the church, the midnight bell was heard.

Alan packed up his lab equipment and lifted his gluttonous realm.

The moment he got rid of the suppression of the gluttonous origin, the wanderer's "regenerating" physique was rejuvenated, and the abdominal knife wound healed quickly.

Finally catching his breath, Alan walked over again.

Raising his hand to its chest, the wanderer immediately froze.

"Prayer" simulates the 8-ring magic "Eternal Stasis", severing the time connection between wanderers and the outside world.

From this moment on, time stops flowing on it.

In this way, the wanderer is sealed in the prison of time, and his physical activity and even his thoughts are stagnant in the current second.

Until Alan returns to the basement and lifts the "eternal stagnation".

For seven days, Alan came to the basement every day to study the wanderers.

Now he was no longer satisfied with taking flesh from wanderers, injecting his own blood into them.

This makes the wanderers panic a lot!

Ordinary biological plasma, integrated into his body, will be contaminated and assimilated by Titan cells in an instant.

However, the blood of the prophet contains a life force greater than its cells.

Instead of being able to assimilate into it, it gradually assimilates the Titan cells in its body.

The wanderer is aware that a subtle transformation is taking place in his body.

It doesn't know whether the changes brought about by the blood of the prophets are good or bad.

But the change itself is enough to frighten it.

Fear stems from the unknown.

Now, wanderers also experience the taste of being "polluted".

Just like those who are infected with Titan cells and live under the shadow of cancerous death.

On the eighth day of his captivity, Alan did not show up all night.

Wanderers in a state of "eternal stillness" do not yet know what is happening outside.

Until dawn, the seal that imprisoned it suddenly loosened!

The wanderer was vaguely aware of the shouts and gunfire coming from outside the city.

Shortly thereafter, it sensed four more familiar mental fluctuations.

Even with it, five Titans gathered in Liberty City!

As the distance between the primordials continues to get closer, the soul resonance between each other becomes stronger and stronger.

Wanderers, draw strength from the mental fluctuations emanating from their own kind, and struggle desperately!

Give it some more time, and you can break free from the seal.

However, at this critical juncture......

Crunch –

The basement door is open.

The Prophet walked in calmly.

The wanderer froze, at a loss.

Eren stood in front of him, his eyes dark.

"You want to regain your freedom?"

"Then keep struggling with hope."

"Maybe a miracle will happen."

Indifferent words, echoing through the dimly lit basement.

At the same time, fierce fighting is raging outside the city.

Dr. Solomon, who had endured for many years, finally launched a full-scale siege of Liberty City on this night.

Seven years ago, the main defense force of Freecity was the militia "Wings of Freedom", which was almost impossible to defend in the face of the all-out onslaught of the Solomon mercenary group.

But that's no longer the case.

The current "Wings of Freedom" is not only a militia, but also a "crusader" defending the Church of the Titan God.

Each militia squad has a chaplain who not only provides inspiration for faith, but also improves combat effectiveness.

Every military priest, at least a B-level superpower, has also awakened the bloodline of a warlock and has the ability to cast spells.

When necessary, you can cast spells to strike enemies, heal wounded comrades, and provide buffs.

You can even take on the form of a giant and go straight into hand-to-hand combat!

The siege launched by Solomon's mercenary group hit the nail plate head-on.

There was an advantage in the air forces, and repeated attacks were repulsed.

Heavy losses, but failed to achieve decent results.

"It doesn't matter, keep attacking."

Dr. Solomon, who was reincarnated as a boy, did not care about his own casualties and gave a cold order.

At the same time that the mercenaries were attacking the city, Margaret and her husband came to Dr. Solomon.

"You're in a hurry to find us, what's the matter?"

Calling a little boy "Father", Margaret really couldn't do it, and tried not to show her inner disgust.

"You and Dr. Allen, come with me into town."

"However, Liberty City has not yet been captured."

"It's okay." Dr. Solomon said lightly, "You two will teleport directly to the city with me to visit an old friend I haven't seen for a long time. ”

"Wait a minute!" Margaret couldn't help but raise her voice, "Liberty City is the enemy's stronghold, even if most of the enemy is drawn to a defensive position, the city is still too dangerous, you don't need to take such a risk. ”

Dr. Solomon waved his hand and motioned for his daughter not to say more.

Seeing that he was so stubborn, Margaret had no choice but to look at her husband for help.

"Don't worry, since your father has decided to enter the city, he must have set up a careful layout in advance, and we only need to be responsible for protecting him."

Alan shook his wife's hand and gave her some encouragement.

Margaret clenched his hand like a drowning man clutching on a piece of driftwood.

……

In the living room, filled with the smell of tobacco and low-quality coffee, a deck-out chair sits alongside.

Professor Butler sat back in a recliner with his pipe in his mouth, flipping through an old photo album.

In the faded photo, he was also surrounded by his wife and children.

More than 20 years after the catastrophe began, family members have passed away.

Just like thousands of ordinary people in the world, they died of cell cancer.

To this day, this lonely old man with no relatives can only remember his family in the photo album.

In the kitchen, the stocky babysitter is making coffee.

The fierce fighting outside the city made the nanny uneasy.

I carelessly spilled coffee on the countertop, and I was scrambling to clean up.

At this moment, the door was suddenly slammed open.

With a loud bang, a strange woman who was fat into a ball burst in, squeezing the door frame by the way.

Immediately afterwards, a man who looked like a scholar walked in with the fat woman.

The last person to enter the door was a boy who looked like an elementary school student.

"Hey! What's going on with you guys? ”

The nanny rushed out of the kitchen in exasperation and waved her arms at the three uninvited guests.

"Mr. Professor will not accept visitors today!"

Syllable!

Dr. Solomon, who was reincarnated as a young boy, snapped his fingers casually.

The babysitter's complaints came to an abrupt end.

The skull is like the lid of a boiling kettle on the kitchen stove, and under the impact of high pressure, it flies with a bang!

Boiling brains, squirting straight to the ceiling.

……

Ask for a recommended ticket for a commuter pass

(End of chapter)