It's just that countless pieces of rubble did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air under the traction of invisible forces.

The nature of the divine power has been completely integrated with the divine power. This is the ultimate skill of the gods to manipulate power, but it can also completely occupy their minds...... At this moment, Bellena is afraid that she won't think about anything except fighting, right?

"Run, worm...... Let's see how far you can get!"

With the chuckle of the Dark Goddess, the gravel in the space had accumulated to an astonishing extent, and when the laughter suddenly stopped, countless stones had suddenly rolled up, violently blowing the astral dense fog into scattered and splashing in all directions!

It's just learning the wisdom of that human being, but the effect is quite obvious. The storm raged, and the stone chips flew, but the thick fog of the stars dissipated, and a faint figure appeared in the eyes of the gods.

On Elise Cui's beautiful face, there were some fluctuations of affection.

Surprise and confusion emerge from the mind, and countless things that may appear and then be overturned, but completely unable to explain what is seen—

The human being was still nowhere to be seen, and in its place stood in space a person, a woman, a beautiful woman...... Her long colorful skirt fell to the ground, and the black satin-like show was scattered behind her head, but no matter how wild the storm of space was, the corners of her skirt were smooth and unwavering, and on her beautiful face, which exuded a faint radiance, a pair of black pupils reflected the faces of the three gods......

In the midst of the storm and smoke, the lightning flickered endlessly. But at this moment, the three goddesses saw their own faces in those black eyes. The bright and deep luster is like being sealed in the cold ice of thousands of years. As if they didn't belong in this world......

Elise Triad opened her mouth and spat out the name silently. Countless feelings stirred in her brain. She knew she had grasped the crux of the matter, she knew what that man had done, she knew that the figure in front of her was a god, but it was also the embodiment of Edward—

The reason why the psychic warlock chose to get his body back was because he needed it for his next actions.

It's a psychic ability?

Just like the transformation of the self, this psionic ability also has nothing special about it. It gives humans the ability to transform for a short time, gaining the form, and strength of those animals...... And the skilled can use the natural powers of those animals, such as the breath of a dragon...... However, this is only a change in the energy granted by magic, and mages who are not good at fighting may use it to deal with some inferior enemies, but to the gods, it is meaningless. Even if that person formed the legendary Terrasqui Behemoth, it could not change the God's advantage over him.

That person's choice is always unexpected...... He became Mithra, the goddess of the web!

Elise Triad wanted to shout. She wanted to pass it on to her companions, but it was too fast...... When this information came out, a qiē had already been born, so fast that it was almost too late to do anything.

space. The storm raised by the Goddess of Darkness still seemed to be rolling, but there was suddenly a bone-chilling silence in the originally fierce and wild wind.

It's silence. It is nothingness, devouring a qiē.

With the charismatic figure of the woman raised. That silence was closing in on the gods, in the blink of an eye. It had already swept through the hundred-foot hall, and in the faint almost indistinguishable gray, a halo of magical power had all dissipated, and even the protection of divine power was circulating and scattering in all directions!

That's the Devouring Mist!

But is it possible?

Yes, the change of state does not give the manifester the ability to cast spells, because it changes only a form, not the configuration of the magic net, so whether it is a spell, a quasi-spell or a psionic ability, etc., it is impossible for the manifester to obtain it with the help of it, but there is only one exception, that is, in the hands of the skillfully shapeshifter, the innate ability that belongs to the existence zài is obtained-

Mithra, the goddess of the magic web, is the most unique and powerful being among the gods, controlling the source of magic in the entire world, determining the direction of almost all natural forces, so she also has the unique ability of devouring the fog among the gods.

It's not magic, it's ability, so it can be imitated......

How is this absurd conjecture possible!?

Elise Tsui almost screamed, but before that her thoughts were filled with the unbelievable fluctuations of her two companions......

Devouring Fog is not a talent, it is the power of a god! It is a special way of controlling it when the gods who control the magic net are given! In essence, it is a way to forcibly control the natural energy in an area with the magic net, so as to ensure that all the methods of casting spells—divine magic, arcane arts, chanting abilities, and even psionic energy—cannot transform it into the power required, and the so-called 'fog' is just an illusion caused by the dissipating luster of the magic web!

How can you really use a psychic ability to imitate such a great power?

It shouldn't have been born at all...... But for granted.

Elistria's astonishment lasted only for a brief moment, imperceptibly, and she reached forward as the mist-like web moved forward.

People cannot become gods because they do not have the support of divine power, and they cannot imitate God's laws by relying only on the power of nature, but they are only superficial changes. But that person, that psychic is not your average human...... In fact, he is not a human at all.

This has been known for a long time, so it shouldn't be a waste of time either.

But he must not be allowed to turn the tide of battle like this!

As soon as the devouring mist touches the slightest bit, the magic on the two hostages will disappear completely, and once the surrounding mist is shrouded, the power of the gods will be weakened to the extreme. Without the assistance of the magic net, the divine power is nothing more than the flowing energy that can be freely controlled, and if it is directly touched by that person again, it will be deprived of it!

The most terrifying thing is that this change is unstoppable, and even the goddess of magic herself cannot reverse it - because she only knows how to seize and ban the energy in the magic net, so that a region can completely become a dead zone without energy, and she does not know how to refill that energy.

Because that's not magic, it's just her ability.

Like a warlock among humans. They don't need to learn to be able to communicate with the power of their bloodline to communicate with the magic web. But thousands of years later, warlocks still had to rely on intermarriage. And how the secrets of this bloodline are constituted have not been really grasped until now.

Elise Sturze inhaled softly.

The colors of the world faded in an instant, leaving only shades of black and white. All of them are still...... Time stopped in the power of the gods, giving her an extra gap.

Time stops.

Once you use this spell yourself, you will have to face him alone for a while.

It was impossible for either Bellena or Theonlia to use this spell at the same time as herself, but even if it was only a momentary hesitation, in this different time. It also means several, if not dozens, breath gaps – if they hesitate......

Why are they hesitant?

The goddess's face froze suddenly, and then she let out a long breath.

Her breath was deep, deep, and with that breath, countless tiny silver sparks escaped into the air, condensing in the gray of time. "Personality parasitism?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly, "when did you put this thing in?"

But there is no need to answer -

The chances of sending a little power into the incarnation of the goddess and being able to make her undetectable are slim. Not to mention that she has been on guard from beginning to end, and the most unguarded moment is only a moment - the moment she enters this space with three hostages, the absolute superiority and the vibration of the space. It's the only tool that can hide the oddity.

This parasitic personality has no power, and can only make the gods unresponsive a little on a subconscious level, but even if it is only a little bit of an effect. also let the battle situation slowly, controlled by him.

"Hey, hey. It's a god, it's not that I'm too stupid to play this kind of 'I'm stupid. It's the idea that the enemy is too cunning, is it really good?"

The image of the goddess of magic transformed by humans has been completely hidden in the mist. Only indifferent taunts lingered through time: "Your thoughts, from beginning to end, are too unoffensive. It's impossible to be watertight in defense, and since you've already turned your face, why is it necessary to be so polite to me?"

The end, as long as the end is achieved, the means are not important.

This is the most normal thing for God, but it seems that what he did before he did it did...... There is a lot of hesitation and hesitation everywhere. If there is more than one hostage, why should we have to worry about all the safety? Killing one or two is not the most reasonable way?

Elise Trine gritted her teeth—

However, before she could make a move, the man's voice had once again reached her spirit, unforgettable:

"Although there are a few more gods, but it seems that the so-called goodness is really a troublesome thing?" he laughed, "Or, the lack of aggression is the weakness of the so-called good gods...... At this time, why do you want to listen to my nonsense instead of looking back?"

What the?

The god was stunned for a moment.

She didn't need to look back to see that in the stiff and gray space behind her, there was a little bit of fluidity that flowed - a liquid as clear as water shimmered with subtle colored light, slowly flowing, wrapping a gray ring. And at the end of the liquid was a small stone. It seems to be some remnant of the opponent's attack just now.

But in fact, the only people who can move in this stagnant time should be Elise and Edward, so this stone ...... It was also Edward, his psionic clone, who changed into a supernatural state.

All of them are attacking, defending...... It's all just to disguise that.

The truth that flashed in her heart shook Elise Cui's heart.

Then, all of them went blank, and only a thick frustration surrounded her.

The rumbling sound of the air passing through the guò to the skin, and the sensation of trembling the auditory organs is always difficult to get used to, although this feeling is the twenty-third time with some experiences in the past month, but there seems to be no time like this time I feel like my heart is being pulled by that beat.

Or is it because the sky is so blue that there is nothing like the thunderous thing called a 'cloud'?

No, or maybe it's because the shaking was extra powerful this time?

It even felt like it had shaken the space around it, and the subtle tremor seemed to come from passing through a spatial door...... And the source of the shaking doesn't seem to be far away from me?

But shaking my head, I chose to ignore the matter—as the great Psychic Monster Lord Katzeyek had said...... The world is wonderful. But the so-called wonder is always for those who are strong enough. It is possible to control zhì a qiē's storage zài. For those who don't have the power to stretch me, wonder often means the same thing as danger.

Tell us about yourself. I'm 9527, a soul-sucking monster.

Well, of course, in fact 9527 is not a name, but just a number, and according to the existing rules of the city of Burgundy, where I was born, all psionic monsters can decide on their own names only after the maturity ceremony of thirty years old. And until you get a name, you can only use a code name.

To be precise, 9527 is not a number, it's two, 9 is the order of my birth batch, and 527 is the time when my consciousness descends into my body, which is similar to that of most other species...... Birth, though, for the Spirit Sucker. Birth, and the acquisition of consciousness, are not the same thing.

Yes, like I said. I'm a psychic monster. Although other races prefer to call us "Mind Flayers", the biggest reason for this title is that we live in a completely different way from theirs - we go from animal-like sapient hatchlings to self-conscious beings. It goes through a process of seizing the body, regardless of how long it survives in the juvenile state. True life can only be counted after having a body.

So, I'm young. Because I only had nine months to gain my body.

This period of time is very important for me, but in fact it is a bit lackluster, although after completing the boarding and obtaining the body, I have obtained a near-complete psionic life, but most of the time, I can only live in the city, doing some superficial work, such as the hygiene of the brain pool where the main brain is located, maintaining the psionic array, charging the energy storage crystal, making some low-level psionic items, and following the orders of the great thinker Katzeyek to conduct some psionic experiments, etc... ...

Thankfully, this boring routine finally changed a month ago.

As a bloodline monster, I grew up a little bit beyond my mastermind's expectations, and in eight months I had a stable brain structure that could move like an adult monster, and as a result, I was given the right to roam freely within fifty miles of Burgundy.

At this moment, I am walking slowly on a road overgrown with grass.

According to the knowledge that the Great Mastermind, whom Your Excellency had instilled in me at birth, there was no right in this world without responsibility, and therefore the price of my freedom was that I had to hunt for my companions in the city, and that this fifty-mile radius was in fact the location of our hunting grounds.

A gust of wind blew, bringing some strange stimuli into my respiratory organs, where the mucous membranes spasmed slightly, so I couldn't help but raise a tentacle and scratch my olfactory organs.

I know it's the smell of human blood, but for us, it doesn't make sense – it's even fundamentally offensive, because once such a strong smell of blood appears, it means that a lot of life has died.

Just like humans or elves who think they are intelligent creatures who feed on fruits, meat, and grains, we psics also need to eat, but our food is the brains of intelligent creatures - this special recipe has many advantages, such as the energy contained in each one for an entire month, and it can be eaten directly without special cooking...... But special recipes also have special requirements, and that is that basically nothing strange wants to give a drop of digestive enzymes to the dead stale gray matter.

After all, all kinds of bioelectricity flowing through the cerebral cortex are the spices we like, and dead creatures don't have it.

At the end of the road, a gathering point of humanity is already in sight...... The black plumes of smoke rising from the wooden houses and the flash of flames made me quicken my pace.

As far as I know, most of my kind in this world do not live with any intelligent creatures - in their eyes all living beings except the psions are inferior beings, not worth communicating, only to be eaten and enslaved, and those creatures in turn regard the psions as monsters that feed on them, natural enemies.

Therefore, they prefer to stay in the depths of the earth, near the dark regions of the warm heart of the earth, and spend company with the dark elves, or gray dwarves, and also use them as food and slaves

I don't know if lucky or unlucky, I live in the city of Burgundy.

Burgundy's geographical location is so peculiar, it is at the center of the two forces, and with the attack of Tumenes

Of course, as psionics, we don't have some of the vices of 'intelligent beings' that we think are superior but in fact are just general, and our hunting is entirely for the continuation of our lives.

She's still alive, but apparently won't live long, and the structure of victory at the moment is nothing more than the main organ that sustains the activity is still functioning, but the auxiliary organ

The head is narrow in front and wide in the back, very symmetrical, even if it is not very round, but it is a very good prey.

I crouched down and pulled out a jar made of metal

It's a brain can, (to be continued!)

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