"Exercises?" Caroline muttered.

Yanluge said this word in his native Tianzhou language, so it was a little strange to Caroline.

However, Lin Ya and Lin Chao, who were from the same country as him, instantly understood, revealing incredible expressions.

"Or spellbooks, spells, and the like, which may be called differently in different languages, and thus evolve different systems of extraordinary abilities, but the essence is actually the same. In modern times, we collectively call it the Transcendent Curriculum and the Transcendent Ability. As he spoke, he remembered the gossip he had seen in ancient books in his previous life.

At the beginning of the revival of Reiki, humans all over the world awakened to their supernatural abilities, and then were surprised to find that some of the ancient exercises/spellbooks/spells that had been handed down from ancient times were actually true and effective.

As a result, countries began to frantically dig up their own myths and legends, and everyone thought that their own transcendent system was orthodox.

The transcendents under different systems quarreled over this, and even broke out several wars because of this, fighting each other's brains.

It wasn't until later, with the rise of transcendent beings and the invasion of gods, that humanity was forced to unite that these miscellaneous titles and abilities were integrated and collectively called transcendental abilities.

When Yan Luge was born in the previous life, the cultural barriers, political barriers, geographical barriers, national barriers, and language barriers of human beings have completely disappeared, leaving only the division of forces with extraordinary abilities as the core.

So he was confused when he watched this gossip.

He really couldn't figure out why ancient humans were so belligerent, and they could fight such fierce civil wars in the absence of external enemies.

He even thought for a time that this description was false and wild.

Until he crossed over.

Discovering that there are more than 200 countries, more than 2,000 nationalities, and more than 5,000 languages on the blue sea star, Yan Lu Ge reluctantly realized that the wild history is true.

Humanity is really a race of insiders in civil wars and outsiders in foreign wars.

Obviously, there are aliens eyeing him around, and he can beat himself to fight himself, but he was beaten up and almost wiped out.

For the current Yanlu Song, how mortals toss, he doesn't want to care, and he can't handle it.

But the otherworldly world must be unified from the beginning.

What kind of that can still play a dog's brain for the sake of an ability name, he won't let them appear again.

Forget it directly.

Why, you ask?

He is the forerunner of the transcendent world.

He is the most comfortable to call for extraordinary ability.

"I see." Caroline suddenly thought of another question, "So according to you, some of the ancient magic rituals are true?!" ”

"Of course. However, I would recommend that you take our Extraordinary Course. Because most of the things left over from ancient times are not accurate enough, and it is difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake. "My institute is sorting out and classifying the ancient transcendent books from all over the world, screening and classifying the useful parts of them, and then reconstructing the transcendent courses. If you're really interested in some kind of magic, you can come and take our course, and you can avoid a lot of detours. ”

This work has been going on at the Blackstone Research Institute for a long time.

However, since the aura had not been revived before this, the accuracy of those transcendent courses had not been verified, and Yanlu Song could only rely on his previous memories to accept.

For this reason, I don't know how many people in the institute say that he is mentally ill and delusional, and every time he asks him to change the plan, he has to scold him anonymously on the intranet.

But in the end, they all looked at the high wages and honestly worked hard to revise them.

Yanluge laughed at this, as if he never minded.

Then secretly write them all down in a small notebook and give them double the workload at the beginning of the next project.

I'm afraid these fools don't know, the boss can see the real identity of the anonymous person in the background.

Huh.

As the few people chatted, the helicopter had already flown over the small half of the forest and flew to where they were going.

Dense gunfire and artillery fire, with the occasional eerie roar, were heard in the forest ahead.

“… rigardas… de….”

The roar was uncomfortable to hear, and the few people in the helicopter only vaguely heard a few syllables before they felt the crazy filth in their faces. It was as if the voices were going to dig into their heads, crush their brains, twist their wills, lure them into the darkness of madness, corrupt and destroy everything they saw......

At the critical moment, Yan Luge stepped on the rudder and manipulated the fuselage to turn 180 degrees.

The sharp angle of steering caused the three people in the cabin to tilt involuntarily and almost fall off their seats, but they were also free from the impact of the roar.

"Thank you." Lin Chao leaned on the chair and retched, barely raised his head for a long time, and asked in shock, "What is the sound of this thing?" ”

As if completely unaffected, the corners of his mouth hooked up: "Pollution, the mortal enemy of the transcendent, and the mortal enemy of all living beings. ”

"Contaminants?"

Rather than rush to explain the relationship between the pollutant and the gods, she stepped on the rudder again, turned the helicopter, and flew forward.

A mouth suddenly cracked open on the back of his hand, and his slender tongue poked out from between his fangs, waving excitedly.

Then everyone saw that in the muddy mire, a strange creature with a human head, a beast body, and a horse's hooves was standing, looking up to the sky and making a roaring posture. On the opposite side of it, the soldiers of the squad circled around, and countless heavy weapons were aimed at it, but at this moment the operators of the weapons fell to the ground one after another at the roar, curling up in pain.

“Mi rigardas…”

The pollutant wanted to scream a second time, but Yanluge lowered the fuselage as it swept over it, the muzzle of the cannon poking out from the bottom of the outcrop, and the bullets shot out suddenly, all falling on its body, tearing the body to tears in an instant.

The contaminants poured into the mud, and the upper body was torn apart by bullets, turning into a ground of gray-black rotten flesh and stumps, leaving only the lower body twitching in the sludge, and the rotting and sticky intestines flowed out of the body cavity and mixed with the mud.

Caroline clutched her stinging head, barely stood up, and looked out the window.

But when she saw the corrupted severed limbs, her eyes swelled, as if there were countless messages trying to be stuffed into her mind through her vision, but when she thought about it, there seemed to be nothing in her mind, just disgusting, uncomfortable, and swollen.

"Knot, is it over?" She said through gritted teeth.

"Nope." Yan Luge turned around again, his voice as calm as ever, "Pollutants seem fragile, but conventional weapons can't kill them. ”