Grunt.

Inside the dark metal box, the corpse liquid that was originally scattered suddenly began to agitate.

Shrinking and shrinking, like the sound of swamp bubbles, but also like the sound of a heartbeat.

Puff, puff.

The specks of black corpse fluid swelled in a heartbeat and turned into large clumps of black mud.

The near-infinite black mud continued to swell, quickly filling the entire inside of the metal box.

Goo-dong, goo-dong.

The small space could no longer accommodate its body, and it began to pound into the outer shell of the metal box.

The sturdy box was quickly knocked out of shape, the lid was lifted a little, and the black mud spilled through the cracks.

It worked.

But something seems to have happened.

In the original plan of the evil spirit, it scattered its own flesh and blood throughout the city, creating multiple backup shells so that the will could be transferred at any time.

Now it had succeeded in diverting its will, only to find that the flesh it had sown had been collected and placed in a box.

…… Was it discovered?

Who is it? Sur VII?

No, that stupid guy will just stubbornly say "I'm going to stop you" and then get nowhere.

So, who did it?

The evil spirits are suspicious.

But soon, it realizes that even if its plans are exposed, it won't be a big deal.

Because the chest used to hold it is opened, it can be lifted open with a single top; The person who was left to guard it was just an ordinary person who was helpless.

The only trouble is where it is now.

The demon found itself in what appeared to be some kind of steel vehicle, flying high in the air at a speed similar to that of an eagle.

Although it is not known what a "helicopter" is, it is immediately clear that it is a flying machine that uses high-purity black oil as fuel, rotates its blades at high speed to obtain lift, and can be operated by ordinary people without spiritual power.

It's a very delicate creation.

In this era 4,000 years later, the evil spirit has seen many similar things, from towering steel buildings beyond its imagination, to four-wheeled vehicles speeding along wide, paved roads, to small boxes that seem to be able to communicate remotely.

And the common denominator is that these things that amaze it are unexpectedly without any traces of using spiritual power.

Even along the way, it has not seen many real transcendents, except for the lingering words and rhythm songs and the Atul who has barely touched the threshold of transcendence.

This is a country made entirely by ordinary people.

Amazing intelligence.

It turned out that even without the supply of spiritual power, without the spells of cultivators, and without the protection of the dead, these ordinary people could live well and live better than they were in their time.

It's better to say ...... Perhaps it is the existence of spiritual power that limits their vision and limits the wisdom and creativity of ordinary people.

Her wish has come true.

The evil spirit remembers that in the years of fighting the pollution, the priests around it had been worrying about the country and the people, worrying about the future world where the spirit would be cut off, worrying that no one would repel the attacks of wild beasts, that there would be no catalyst for the growth of food, and that no one would resist the attacks of enemy countries...... In fact, there is nothing to worry about.

Civilization will always find a way out.

How happy would she be if she saw the world as it is today?

When she was a girl, she would happily walk around the streets, and then come back incoherently about what she had seen and heard about the day; In middle age, she would talk gently to passers-by, and when she returned, she would paint murals of what she saw and heard; In her old age, she did not want to move, and would sit on the steps of the door of its tomb for about a day, quietly and kindly looking at the city in the distance until the sun went down.

She's going to love the world. Evil spirits know.

But what it's doing now is destroying the world. Evil spirits know it, too.

But it never hesitated, and even the thought of "hesitation" never appeared in the bottom of its heart.

Spirits are extremely paranoid beings.

It wanted her to come back to life.

It and she will become the "serpent of the two", returning from the dead and returning to the world.

Mortals have the way of mortals, and Sur VII has the way of Sur VII, and it also has its way.

So, go ahead.

The demonic black mud spilled out of the chest, flowed to the ground, and snaked forward.

There is only one normal person on this aircraft as the pilot, and if the pilot dies, the vehicle will fall.

After falling from a height, the impact and explosion may cause some damage, but they will not kill it.

It can then escape into a crowded city and disappear without a trace...... Until it has the ability to kill all Nilotic people in an instant.

It will divide into more and more tiny versions of itself, find out where each Nile is, and let the black mud possess them in tiny forms.

It's a mythical ritual of the xenomorph "Two-Headed Serpent", but it can prepare for future promotions before it is tainted.

After doing all this, it kills itself with the power of pollution, incarnates as a xenomorph "Two-headed Serpent", and then at some point launches a trap planted in the past, killing all the Nilotic people in its entirety, and thus ascending to the rank of god.

Forever with her.

In the midst of such thoughts, the black mud agitated and rushed forward.

The pilot seemed to have spotted it, and seemed to look terrified, as if he had made contact with an enemy that was giving it a headache, but it didn't matter, no one could stop it from this height.

The evil spirits sped up.

Then it saw that the dragon-shaped enemy it hated said a few words in the "small box", and then Li Chongshan, the pilot who was in charge of controlling the aircraft, turned back to look at it.

Li Chongshan's face was still scared, but it was not as trembling as before.

The evil spirit had already climbed over the back of the chair, and was about to touch Li Chongshan, and then kill him without any suspense.

But at this moment, Yanluge, who was hiding in the "small box", suddenly spoke up: "Read." ”

So Li Chongshan spoke.

He said, "Mi gardas Kapricornon."

This is a prayer.

A prayer that carries the power of pollution.

As long as you listen, you will be infected by the polluting force; If you listen too often, it will inhibably turn into a pollutant.

The limit of the ordinary person's listening to prayer is generally three times, and the transcendent can hold on to the rank for a little longer.

The pronunciation of prayer is not difficult, it is like an ordinary language, and the human vocal organs can completely imitate it.

So, even an ordinary person can say a prayer, but the narrator is not immune to the polluting force, so once the prayer is spoken, the narrator and all the listeners will be corrupted by the polluting force.

Li Chongshan screamed heartbreakingly the moment he prayed.

He felt like a red-hot iron rod had been poked into his brain, the bones of his legs seemed to be shattered by a mess of sticks, ready to grow back into fishtails, and his hands were stiff like sheep's hooves, with white wool wriggling and growing beneath his skin.

This prayer points to the alien "Capricorn", which Li Chongshan learned some time ago from a polluting video circulating on the Internet.

He had only heard it once, and then he rolled on the floor in pain, and since then he has gone crazy and demanded that members block and delete the tainted video.

He had memorized this terrible prayer with painful memories, but Li Chongshan never imagined that he would one day utter it.

It never occurred to me that the power and pain of repeating a prayer with one's own mouth was several times greater than listening to it vaguely.

When did Li Chongshan, the pampered young master, suffer like this, if it weren't for the fact that he was tied to a seat belt around his waist and couldn't move at will, he would probably be crying and wailing on the spot.

…… Although his current appearance is not much more decent, that's it.

But at this time, Li Chongshan suddenly heard the red dragon on the screen speak again.

In a voice that barely fluctuated, "Don't you find that it is more afraid of this prayer than you are?" ”

Li Chongshan was stunned when he heard this.

He looked up, only to find that the black mud, which was about to touch him, had retreated as fast as possible at the moment of the prayer, until it was farthest from him in the helicopter cabin, and hung slimily on the bulkhead, watching him vigilantly.

It has to be said that the cringe and fear of the enemy is the best medicine.

Li Chongshan suddenly felt that he could do it again.

(End of chapter)