Chapter 140 139

"Are you still satisfied with this [story]?"

The blacksmith, who still maintained his muscular human form, stood still the moment he heard these words.

He looked at the butler in front of him who suddenly appeared, dressed decently and with an elegant temperament, which met all his imagination of the term 'butler'.

But he seems to be just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who shouldn't be here.

"Roar!"

The blacksmith let out a beastly roar from his throat, stared into the butler's eyes, and at the same time activated the [Painful Gaze], he swung out a casserole-sized fist left and right, trying to make the butler into a sandwich biscuit.

The butler didn't dodge or dodge, but smiled calmly and said:

"In the rest of [the story], you are just a poor and weak worm."

As soon as the words fell, the blacksmith suddenly felt that the fist he swung out had lost its strength and hung down limply.

The proud [Painful Gaze] did not work properly, and could only stare at the other party without threat, as if in impotent rage.

The inexhaustible spiritual power and physical strength in the body before, such as the system power of the arm command, were all invalid in this instant, and even the lumpy muscles that were strong enough to resist bullets seemed to have been drained of flesh and blood, becoming wilted, shriveled, and as fragile as a wizened branch.

The blacksmith was stunned again, and quickly turned around, wanting to confirm the brilliant results he had created earlier.

He still vaguely remembered that he had killed a lot of people before, killing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

But when he turned around, there were only a few corpses left on the ground, wearing the blacksmith's bib pants that made him feel more affectionate, no longer human, extremely miserable, as if they had been torn into this shape by someone's hands.

The blacksmith seemed to realize something, and opened his mouth to say something.

But what blurted out was just a low murmur of unknown meaning.

It's like the call of a chirping insect like a cricket.

As a poor and powerless worm, he could only make such a sound.

Then he saw the butler turn slightly, face a dimly lit shadow, then stroke his chest with one hand, and bow slightly.

It's like inviting an elegant lady to dance with.

Then, out of the light came a slender and tall lady.

Her entire body was covered with a layer of ornate armor, and a metal face-like mask covered her face, which was extremely mysterious and elegant.

His hands were like a pair of sharp swords, his legs were like slender awls, and his feet were a pair of spears that shone with cold light, and his whole body was a deadly weapon.

At the courtier's gracious invitation, the armoured lady began to dance around him, blade-like hands and legs drawing shining arcs in the air, graceful but deadly.

The blacksmith suddenly felt a chill on his neck, followed by a whirlwind of the world.

At the last moment when his thoughts dissipated, he saw his headless body falling to his knees weakly, scattered from his bib into a large amount of belongings.

A sixth-order [Pain] powerhouse ushered in his end in the [Story] in this way.

When the blacksmith's life had completely dissipated, a gasp sounded behind the butler.

"Shhh...... Is this the story of the embodiment system? What a ...... Creepy ......"

The captain in the fox mask said as he walked over and kicked the blacksmith's headless body.

From his point of view, the gang of outlaws had just slipped out of the back of the bar and were instantly stunned.

Then one of them shouted surrender, and then vomited blood to suicide.

Then there was the leading guy, who inexplicably burst out, wantonly squandered his spiritual power in the air, and then turned around and began to attack his companions, wringing their necks and tearing their limbs......

In the eyes of onlookers, he seems to have fallen into madness, indiscriminately attacking everything around him, as if he is performing a bloody one-man show.

When he had squandered the spiritual power in his body, the butler walked up slowly, came to him, and whispered something in a low voice.

The blacksmith was stunned for a moment, like a deflated ball, as he watched as an armored golem pulled out of the shadows from the opposite side and cut off his own head with fancy swordsmanship.

Captain Fox wasn't in the story, and he didn't know what the plot was there, but what he saw for himself was really chilling.

He was suddenly stunned again, remembering that what he said just now seemed to be a little inappropriate, and quickly changed his words and said:

"I'm sorry, it's not offended, it's just that it's the first time I've cooperated with a strong person in the [Manifestation] department, and it's really a bit of a fuss."

"It doesn't have to be this way, I'm used to it."

The butler said indifferently, bowed gracefully again, and invited the armoured lady back into the shadows, where she vanished.

When Captain Fox saw this, he followed and said:

"I am amazed by your strength, and this is the first time I know that the [Embodiment] Department can grasp both the power of [Story] and [Projection] at the same time."

According to some of the [embodiment] transcendents that the captain has come into contact with before, they either choose the [story] route that interferes with human thinking, making people deeply trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves, and gradually follow the author's arrangement to the ending of the [story];

Either choose the [projection] route, which can project some strange things in your mind into reality, and it is almost the same as the real thing.

Those who choose the [story] route,Good at dealing with humans.,But there's nothing you can do with monsters.,With the monster's brain,It's hard to understand the 'plot','Unfolding','Ups and downs' These bridges.,Naturally, it can't be effective against them.。

Therefore, there will also be those who choose the [projection] route, give up thinking interference, and choose combat effectiveness at the level of reality.

It is said that in the base camp of the [Manifestation] Department, on the side of the City of Delusion, the Holy Inquisition and the Holy Grace Court of their Order are following these two completely different routes, and they are almost about to form their own factions.

As a result, many people in the know speculated that the seventh sage of the human race was likely to come from the City of Void.

In this context, Mr. Randolph, the butler in front of him, who has mastered two routes at the same time, is extremely rare and powerful.

While secretly pondering, the captain arranged for his subordinates to come over to clean up the scene and channel, and then took advantage of this leisure time to continue to talk with the housekeeper:

"I didn't expect that the task on our side could be so easy, the [embodiment] system is worthy of being the most creative system, and it can really exert influence on both levels of consciousness and reality at the same time, it should be the only one of all the systems that can interfere with both levels, right?

Of course, [pain] is not a half-ass, their so-called interference consciousness is just affecting other people's pain nerves. ”

In the captain's opinion, this [embodiment] system with vast magical powers is really amazing! Although his [veto] system is not bad, it pays more attention to the reality level and has less impact on the consciousness level.

But the butler disagreed with him and shook his head.

"It's not just [Manifest] who can do this, there is actually the one you've been tracking."

"Uh...... Do you mean ...... [Twist]? ”

"Yes, it is even more powerful and direct than [Manifestation], and this is what makes it terrible, and why the 'Advisor' Esquimir has been pursuing......

As for [Manifestation], it actually has a lot of drawbacks that you don't know about, and it is not an easy path to take, so if you want to get involved in it, you have to consider it carefully. ”

"Well, I don't actually feel like I'm involved in the two systems, just talking casually, but anyway, thank you for your help, otherwise things probably wouldn't have gone so well."

"You're so polite, I wish it had gone a little smoother elsewhere."

The butler said, turning and looking in the direction of the center of the Shining City, as if looking at the Sanctuary of Veto, which was too far away to see.

……………………

At this time, it was close to 11 o'clock in the evening, and the entire bright city gradually quieted down, and slowly fell asleep.

The advisor was walking alone through the streets of the south of the city, next to a remote civilian area, and the lights were being extinguished one by one.

It's close to the outskirts of the city, and there isn't much movement on the streets, except for the occasional few workers who have just finished their night shifts.

If he continued south, after passing through an industrial area, he would be very close to the 18th district.

"My power is out of control, it should be from the influence of [Distortion], it seems that the other person who has set foot is even stronger than I expected, just a risky divination, he caught the flaw, and caused an impact on me that I was not even aware of......"

"After all, the Book of Truth is in his hands...... So, I had to kill him. ”

"Even if ...... It's going to be a trap......"

The advisor muttered to himself, hiding his tattooed face in the hood of his trench coat and hanging his head as he passed by several drunken passers-by.

The men were still in high spirits of drunkenness, but suddenly they became quiet, and then they scurried all over the ground in a panic, as if they were so drunk that they had forgotten the way home.

In the end, he either hit the wall or hit the telephone pole and knocked himself unconscious.

After a while, another policeman on night patrol passed by the adviser.

He took a flashlight and shone it at the adviser who was covering his face, and then he was stunned.

He was shocked to find that the beam of light from his flashlight was distorting and changing as if it were shining in the water.

This frightened him and tried to run away in a hurry, but he hit the window of someone else's house and immediately broke his head and bleed, and passed out.

The advisor continued on walking until he was out of the last street and onto a deserted road.

He could feel that at the end of the road was the location of another peddler.

But he didn't expect that the other party actually appeared directly in front of him......

Just on the other side of the road, quietly looking at yourself.

(End of chapter)