After entering Quebec, Dean and Sean clearly felt that the climate was getting colder and colder, here was more than 20 degrees below zero, colder than Maine, the sky and the earth were white, and there were few houses on the roadside except for the forest formed by the mixture of pine and fir trees.

The two of them drove all morning, and there was not a single car in the same direction, but there were a few large trucks that hauled trees from Canada to the United States.

It's big and empty.

At noon, I finally met a roadside hotel, and a tall man wearing thick cotton wool said enthusiastically, "Bian Weinu..."

Dean glanced at Sean beside him suspiciously,

"It's welcome, this part of Quebec is French-speaking, and some of the residents don't speak English and only French." Sean explained, clearing his throat with a smirk of professionalism as a flight attendant, and stepped forward to order a few large local specialties in his very fluent French.

"I don't speak English, and I can collect dollars pretty neatly," Dean and the two walked to the warm table next to the fireplace, "When did you learn French?" ”

"I majored in French in college, and I occasionally meet French-speaking guests on the New England train route, so I use them from time to time, so I haven't forgotten them all." Sean picked up the bagel with cheese sauce and bacon and swallowed it, took another sip of cold beer, and let out a satisfied sigh, "By the way, man, do you have a clear direction for Midian, and which way to go on?" ”

"To the west, slightly north." Dean used his mental domain twice on the road to search for Lu Guangming's location, and vaguely felt that he was still in the northwest of Canada.

"Wasn't it the Northeast before?"

"It used to be northeast when it entered the Canadian border, but when it came in, it reversed to the northwest, and the location of Midian was wonderful, it seemed to be constantly moving."

"Okay," Sean said, looking out the window at the icy snow, a subtle glint in his eyes, "I can feel a calling from the underworld, too. ”

"Be specific."

"Well, since I was on the road with you, I've had hallucinations every few hours, some blue-faced and fanged nocturnal species, 'beasts', let me go to Athabasca, especially in battles and emotional turmoil, the hallucinations are the most realistic, like right in front of my eyes." Sean had a look of confusion in his eyes, "Just recently, I saw a woman covered in hedgehog-like spikes humming a lullaby and opening her arms to me. ”

"According to the Bible's book of Revelation, there are 666 beasts," Dean quipped, filling his mouth with a mouthful of gravie fries, "and you'll have hundreds of wonderful illusions to enjoy." ”

"Isn't that interesting?" Sean grabbed the second Montreal meat bun with bloody venison and swallowed it in one gulp, rehashing the old story, "Hmm... Why do they have to go to Midian? ”

Dean recalls a conversation with Carmodi where Midian, both a monster paradise and a prison, "Maybe the Lord of the Beasts needs our favor to release them and set them free?" ”

"Release? But where can the nocturnal species go without Midian? Sean's face turned pale, and he couldn't imagine what would happen to more than six hundred nocturnal species entering human society?

"Don't worry, this is just a guess on my part, there is no clear evidence." Dean muttered, "After all, the Law of Convergence is like a sword of Damocles hanging overhead, without the protection of Midian, as soon as they rush out, there is a high probability that they will be immediately killed by the Law of Convergence." ”

There's another possibility that Dean didn't mention it.

There is a special existence like the alpha wolf in the coyote family in the nocturnal species, which can make a limited number of groups immune to the convergence law.

Sean nodded, wrinkled his eyebrows and pondered for a long time, and his eyes flashed the experience of being belittled as a monster by the people in Bridge Pier Town, "Actually, I have an immature idea, do you think it is possible for nocturnal species, other supernatural creatures, to coexist peacefully with humans." Monsters no longer have to hide, but live like neighbors with humans in a small town, a city, and appear in the sun? ”

"Supernatural beings and humans coexist peacefully, do you dare to think?" Dean Di's instinct is that it is possible, as he and Hawkins' group of family and friends, the members of the Special Operations Division and the world.

But thoughts wandered through my mind for a second.

He shook his head negatively, "A very small number of supernatural creatures who talk about rules have little influence in human society. But once the numbers are massive, it means destruction, and even without considering the law of convergence, it will be a disaster. ”

Dean turned his head to look at the boss behind him, "Humans are still divided into different areas according to language and skin color, and they are constantly fighting with each other, and even waging wars to exterminate humanity for resources and status. ”

"Supernatural beings and human beings are not essentially the same species, and if they have to be put together, the contradictions and conflicts will only become unimaginably fierce and irreconcilable, which will lead to a more terrible war of species than the war between humans. The Earth will be destroyed. ”

Dean explained, and some kind of inspiration came out of nowhere.

Compared with the law of inhibition, the law of convergence is not entirely disrupting the balance, because it hangs high above the head as a deterrent, supernatural beings do not dare to gather on a large scale and unite to fight against humans.

……

"Actually, there is another kind of balanced situation..."Sean put down his smooth plate, stroked his belly, and a distant expectation flashed in his eyes, "Humans of all colors can believe in God, gather and worship in holy churches, and call each other Catholics in harmony and love." ”

"For the name of God is spread throughout the world, and no one is honored wherever it passes."

"If, I will only say if, there is such a deified, believable 'God' between supernatural beings and human beings. With God's coordination, it is entirely possible for them to coexist peacefully. ”

Dean was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and grinned, "Even the beliefs of human beings cannot be unified, let alone between different species. It's impossible. ”

"That was before," said Sean, grinning, half joking, half serious, "isn't there you now?" I've never seen any god like God, but if there's anyone who has come closest to God in my barren life, it's you. ”

"I don't know how many superpowers you have, space, transformation, and extradimensional wrapping? It's like you can do anything. ”

"If others are as strong as you, they must be ambitious... Recruit a bunch of believers, followers, drive luxury cars, private jets, luxury goods, travel all over the world, enjoy life, and even set a higher goal, participate in politics, run for president? Build an organization that changes the world and human society? In short, it will not be as low-key and simple as you, and you will do everything yourself. ”

"And you are compassionate and patient with supernatural beings, and you can uphold absolute fairness and justice to become such a god."

"Thank you for thinking so highly of me, but I'm not interested in being able to be such a coordinator." Dean took a hard bite of the maple popsicle and shook his head, "And I still don't think humans and large-scale supernatural beings can coexist because the earth's resources are limited. ”

……

Dean put an end to the big, ethereal topic.

The two quickly finished their lunch and drove on to Ontario in the west.

Most of the area passed through is deserted snow, the scenery is monotonous, the environment is eerily quiet, more hypnotic than a boring movie, and Sean who drives the car yawns from time to time, his eyes wander into a state of wandering.

In the back row, Shadow fixed the pale golden vertebrae taken out of the Weaving Mist Queen's body in mid-air and spun them in mid-air, and at the same time summoned about 2,700 degrees of orange flames to wrap the vertebrae around and calcinate them repeatedly, slowly melting them into a liquid state.

Dean leisurely took out the spears, hand axes, long knives and other weapons in the fantasy space and rubbed them one by one to instill thoughts and life energy maintenance, these weapons were really not very useful before.

But now they are like screws in a precision machine, and the giant force formed by the combination is perfectly matched to the destructive form.

The sharper, tougher, and more delicate these "screws" are, the higher the quality of the giant martial arts, and the stronger the lethality of the destructive form can erupt after holding it, so Dean pays more attention to daily maintenance work.

After almost an hour, the weapon was serviced.

Shadow also succeeded in fusing the entire vertebrae into a pale golden liquid, and then segmented and hammered out the shapes of various weapon embryos with great precision.

Nowadays, the more powerful and skillful telekinesis has completely replaced the tools such as hammers, furnaces, molds, anvils, etc., which are required in conventional forging, and with the expertise of the blacksmith, weapons and equipment are more and more handy.

The specialty of the junior blacksmith has the momentum of upgrading to the intermediate level.

In another two hours, Dean used the materials of level 6 creatures to create fifty star arrows that had not yet carved runes, thirty natural willow leaf-shaped throwing knives, five Kukri knives, Tang knives, and embryos of spears.

Retracting the embryo, he took out the thick leather of the Weaving Mist Queen, divided it into dozens of pieces, and began the work of telekinesis electrocution and tanning, preparing to make weapon grips.

Outside the window, the sun was setting rapidly, and the twilight was in full swing.

Unconsciously, Citroen seemed to be pushed into the deep darkness by someone, and the two headlights hit straight on the dark night, like two white lines that brightly extended into the dark night not far away, and the white dotted line on one side quickly retracted, accompanied by the "whooshing" wind, showing that the car was moving rapidly.

"Where have we been?"

Dean put down the thirtieth piece of skin and rubbed his temples, Rao was far more mental and willful than ordinary people, but he was also a little tired after doing a lot of supernatural forging work.

In this era, without mobile phones and GPS, Sean could only look at the routes marked by cross-curved thick and thin lines on a temporary map of eastern Canada in his hand.

"It's been a while since I've left Quebec and entered Ontario, and there's a small town of Canano ahead, do you want to go in for a night?"

"Grab some hot food and let's go." Dean has now made up his mind not to stay in the human habitat for too long, lest he trigger the law of convergence and bring disaster.

"Wait, what's that?"

The car stopped on the side of the road, and as soon as the headlights shone on, the two saw a person with thin legs, a long face, and large hooves, with a pair of cactus-shaped horns on his head, and his shoulders stood high like a camel, and a two-meter large animal fell on the side of the road.

His neck was crooked to the side, revealing signs of fractures, and his hair was covered in snow and ice ballast, apparently frozen for a long time.

"Moose, hit by a passing car." Sean licked the corners of his mouth, stared at a pair of bloodthirsty beast pupils, and forcibly controlled the urge to pounce and nibble on the "fresh meat", "Canada and many states in the United States have this kind of big guy, running like a small tank, if you suddenly cross the road at night and collide with a high-speed car, it will not only die, but the driver will also suffer." That's why it's also called the Road Killer. ”

"Deer? It reminded me of the last time I was on the train, and the deer were the wolf's favorite food. Dean God's perspective examined the wounds on the moose's body in an instant, confirmed that there was nothing abnormal, and swept the dark woods on both sides.

"No kidding, man," Sean instantly tightened his cheeks and moved his nose to catch the familiar body odor, but to no avail, "I can't smell anything, there's no other 'werewolf' around here." ”

……

After a small interlude, the two of them smoothly descended into the remote town of Garnano in a valley.

It was only eight o'clock in the evening, and the town was already dark, there was not a single pedestrian to be seen on the bleak streets, and the streetlamps were as dim as in a discotheque by the moonlight.

All commercial buildings in the town center are closed, and even the few hotels and bars that are there are closed for unknown reasons.

The whole town is eerily quiet.

The townspeople in the villas swept by Dean's divine perspective were eighty percent old, and there were very few young people and children, and they were basically depressed, and there was a faint haze and twilight between their eyebrows, as if they were full of worries.

The only open building in the town is the steeped church of St. Andrew.

Through the church door.

The two saw a gray-haired, short, and fat middle-aged woman sitting in the front row of the auditorium chair, looking at the coffin in front of them in the dim candlelight, with red eyes—an old man of seventy or eighty years old, his face was as pale as cheese on a black plate, and with a faint and peculiar smile on the corner of his mouth, he was so thin that he was skinny, and he had lost his life in the coffin.

"It's a vigil." Sean's face darkened, "I wonder if my family will hold a vigil for me?" ”

"Don't worry, man, without your body, they're waiting for you to go back and be reunited when you're missing at best." Dean handed him a small piece of high-energy protein, "Get out of town and spend the night in the car tonight." ”

Chewing on bland food, Sean drives into a barren area that resembles a mine just outside town.

"Continuing training later?"

"You actually took the initiative to apply for training?"

"I'm too weak to train hard," Sean muttered, "I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of Midian." ”

The moonlight shines with a dappled glow.

Illuminated a monstrous monster covered in scales, half-human, half-wolf and carrying a spear.

Shaun wielded his spear, spewed venom with a low roar, and launched a continuous attack on Dean in the center.

Dean was suspended in mid-air, taking out the embryos of star arrows from the space, carving star runes on them, and occasionally pointing out Sean's fighting skills.

……

Until the dead of night, the sound of collisions and low roars near the pit ended.

Sean, who still couldn't hurt Dean's hair, lay back in the Citroen with sweat, rubbing the sharp spear unwillingly, and the huge frustration made him can't help but take out the parchment wrapped in the Celent rune from his arms, gritted his teeth and asked,

"Man, can I learn the Thread rune on this?"

"Have you figured it out? Doing so will be associated with arrogance. Outside the car, Dean stopped the red dragon meditating and looked at it with a torch in his eyes,

"I'm different from you, I'm so weak, even if I'm targeted by them, there's nothing worth losing." Sean clenched his fists and said, "And I have no other way, no matter how much I train, it is impossible for my strength to improve much in a short period of time, I must find a 'killer feature' for myself, please allow me to practice the Surent rune." ”

Dean pondered for a long time, this was what he had expected for a long time. "I'll train when I leave you."

Avoid being spilled over.

Dean pulled open the spatial node in front of him, burrowed into the void, and in the darkness, grew eight legs and a body the size of a millstone, simulated as a gray widow spider, and teleported to the misty world where the lake monster was.

(End of chapter)