The captured Apocalypse member nodded slightly. At this moment, his body was covered with fine cracks. Just nodding caused his skin to burst in many places. The middle-aged man stood on the mountain, stretched his hands forward, spread his ten fingers, and connected his index fingers and thumbs to make a square frame between his fingers. He put the city in the distance into the frame and took a deep breath. This breath was so big that his lungs expanded like a balloon, and his chest circumference at least doubled. Huh~ The middle-aged man exhaled the inhaled gas towards the Apocalypse member, and the exhaled air was like a strong wind, almost blowing up all the exposed skin of the Apocalypse member. "I smelled the remaining breath of the Kingdom of God on Earth. The guy who robbed the Kingdom of God on Earth is a novice. His attainments in mysticism are not good enough. He has not been able to turn the Kingdom of God on Earth into his own for so long." He looked at the half-dead Apocalypse member on the ground with disdain, took out a can of special adrenaline, and injected it into the other party's body. This potion allows the user to be immune to continuous damage of D level and below for one hour and stay awake. It just has a small side effect, that is, it can be immune to damage, but not to pain. Not only can it not be immune, but it will also amplify the pain ten or a hundred times.
The amplified pain cannot be neutralized by other potions, and the damage to the user is often greater than the damage it resists. As a survival potion, it is a failure, but it is used for torture, and the effect is simply too good. That kind of pain is beyond the endurance limit of ordinary people. Looking at the members of the Apocalypse whose facial features are twisted together due to pain, even if he is asked to post the web browsing history to his circle of friends without deletion, he will do it honestly. The middle-aged man asked: "When was your kingdom of God on earth taken away?" "Five, early May." The member of the Apocalypse answered with difficulty. The middle-aged man showed satisfaction on his face. He had asked the other party many times before and after. No matter what kind of high-pressure situation he was in, the other party's words did not change, which should be the truth. The middle-aged man's name is You Feipeng, a second-level ranger of the Administration, level 48, and an evolutionist. He is performing routine patrol tasks in the real world to ensure that the order of the real world is stable enough to prevent evil god believers or wild extraordinary people from damaging the order. Normally, the upper limit of the passage that the Pillar of the Present World can accommodate is level 45. He is special and has a blue-level title, "The Fish that Slips Through the Net", which can reduce the suppression of the system rules and plane rules on him. Theoretically, as long as he does not exceed level 50, he can freely travel through the Wild World and the Real World through the Pillar of the Present World. Although the blue title is only the lowest level title, no matter how low the level is, it is still a title. It is with the title and his "Innate Patrol Holy Body" that he can lead other members of the same level and become a second-level patroller. The lonely peak who guarded the underground shelter before was similar in strength to You Feipeng, and he also had the merit of guarding, but he was just a third-level patroller. This time when You Feipeng returned to reality, he originally planned to step on a few mice to death as usual, go to various branches to enjoy the praise of the weak, and help motivated female members with copy strategies late at night. Then he took on some private work, made a fortune, and then returned to the rational world. But this time was a little different, he seemed to have hit the jackpot. Wanghai City was the territory of the Order Faction, and he was not very enthusiastic about it. Before coming here, he went to the neighboring Wanming City for a tour. Unexpectedly, he walked around in Wanming City and found a rat's nest. Not only did he step on many small rats, but he also caught a big rat. The big rat was the member of the Apocalypse who was tortured to death by him. The big rat was the person in charge of Wanming City. It was said that except for a bishop who was elusive, he had the highest status in several nearby cities.
You Feipeng had a hobby, which was to torture the rats he found. While torturing, he asked the other party whether they would confess or not. He just asked whether they would confess or not, but did not say the problem. What they could confess depended on the rat's consciousness. Anyway, no matter what they confessed, he would not stop interrogating. But this time, he encountered an unexpected surprise. The Rat actually revealed a big secret, that is, Revelation had planned a ritual of the Kingdom of God on Earth in Wanghai City more than half a month ago, but was plucked by a stranger. The other party not only plucked the fruit, but also informed the Wanghai City Branch and directly pointed out Revelation's hideout in Wanghai City. The branches of several nearby cities took joint action and almost captured the mysterious bishop. This news immediately made You Feipeng's eyes light up and he became energetic. The Kingdom of God on Earth is a good thing. With his attainments in mysticism, a little modification can make the designated gods come. Coincidentally, in addition to being a patroller of the Administration, You Feipeng has another identity. A peripheral member of the Bright Society. The Bright Society has harsh conditions for recruiting people. With his conditions, let alone core members, even ordinary formal members can't get in. This peripheral member is still the other party who reluctantly lets him join because he can frequently return to reality and help the other party do private work. But with the kingdom of God on earth, it's different. You know, it's very difficult to build a kingdom of God on earth in the real world. First of all, the location must be good enough to be in a weak place of the plane barrier. Secondly, it must not attract the attention of the management bureau. Finally, a large number of believers are needed to provide willpower. If he offers the transformed kingdom of God on earth, this achievement will definitely be enough for him to be promoted to a formal member. Unlike the four major organizations that cannot be separated from ordinary people and have conservative and old-fashioned ideas, the Illuminati represents evolution and the future. The players in the third layer of the abyss have completely abandoned the real world. They are in the advanced world and look down on the ants in the real world. The second layer of the abyss is also about to usher in changes. Only those who join the Society of Light will know how powerful the Society of Light is. Facing the Society of Light, which respects strength, no matter whether it is the four major organizations or the evil god believers, they are just chickens and dogs. As long as they can join the Society of Light, they will definitely be greeted by a bright future. Thinking of this, You Feipeng became excited. He pulled the rat up from the ground, inserted his hand into the wound of the rat's abdomen, enjoying the slippery touch of the other's internal organs, and said in a morbid voice: "I see a bright future, and this light is brought to me by you. Thank you, thank you so much, I must share my excitement and joy with you!" The regional head of the Apocalypse only felt that his internal organs were cut back and forth by ten thousand steel knives at this moment, and the huge pain was about to boil his brain, but he could not wail, nor dare to show pain, so he could only follow You Feipeng's wishes and show a congratulatory smile. If he didn't follow You Feipeng's wishes, he would only be tortured more cruelly. Those dead Apocalypse companions had been shown to him many times. He suddenly remembered what Bishop Yu Na had told him, not to yearn for the second floor of the abyss, it was not a safe paradise. If you can't keep your heart and enter the second floor of the abyss, it will only corrode and distort your soul and turn into a monster with only the appearance of a human being. Now it seems that Bishop Yu Na is right. The members of this management bureau are more cruel and unscrupulous than those believers of the Tranquility Sect. He is already hopeless, but even if he dies, he will drag this demon to die with him, and he must not let Bishop Yu Na fall into his hands. Bishop Yu Na said that there are monsters in Wanghai City, and you must not try to take back the underground kingdom of God. In this case, he will lead the demon to fight with the monster. No matter what the result is, the demon will not have the energy to pay attention to Bishop Yu Na. You Feipeng was very satisfied with the congratulations from the person in charge of the Apocalypse area. He appreciated the other party's good manners, took out his bloody hand, and gave him a small blood bottle to ensure that he would not die. Then he took him to Wanghai No. 1 Middle School.
What a good kingdom of God on earth, it was left to the wasteland to waste, so let's give it to him. On the other side of Wanghai City, in the underground of Wanghai City Branch, Wu Chang just came out of the elevator and entered the dark island. The erosion copy only covered the underground of the Administration Bureau, but the actual space in the copy was very large, so large that it had a complete island and an invisible sea area. They were compressed in a small space. Once the copy failed to be attacked, the copy further eroded reality, and this sea area and the huge island would appear in the urban area of Wanghai City. Wu Chang dared not think about how much disaster they would bring. He clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes. The reason why he was anxious to go underground and enter the erosion space, in addition to speeding up the copy strategy, was also to see if he could block the painter in the copy. It's not for the sake of the city's safety, it's purely a personal preference. During this period, wild supernatural beings have flooded Wanghai City and continued to cause chaos. If it was not clear who the mastermind was before, the moment the erosion copy appeared in the underground of the Administration, the answer was very clear. Painter. If the mastermind behind the scenes is the painter, it means that he has been hiding in Wanghai City and spying on everything during this period. Wu Chang is not sure how much the painter has seen, whether he has seen the kingdom of God on the ground, and whether he has seen his identity. He is very unhappy about this. Is there any privacy left? In addition, he also has a lot to say about the painter's behavior. What he hates most in his life is those self-important guys who think that they have the power to control the fate of others for their own selfish interests. For these people, Wu Chang has a lot to say, all in his elbows. If he catches the painter, he will definitely make that kid suffer a lot. As for whether he can beat him or not, what a joke, Huanxi has already elbowed him, and he can't take down a painter? If one can have certain privileges as long as one is strong enough, then Wu should also have some privileges now. For example, he can elbow someone if he is unhappy with him. He shook his head, put aside his desire to elbow the painter, and turned his attention back to the copy in front of him. He hugged his arms and rubbed his arms. His first reaction to this place was cold. Although it was pitch black around him, his facial features strengthened by the power of the root could clearly see everything around him. All around him was a world of ice and snow. The heavy snow covered his knees. The hot air from his mouth turned into fine ice slag as soon as it left his body. Conservatively estimated, the temperature was at least minus 40 to 50 degrees Celsius. In the real world, it was the end of May. Wu Chang had already changed into short-sleeved shirts and stood in the ice and snow in short-sleeved shirts. If he hadn't used energy to drive away the cold, he would have frozen to death as soon as he landed. No mistakes, one post, one content, one book, one forum! A cold wind with broken snow blew past, making him shiver.
I miss the painter even more. Apart from the cold environment, the atmosphere on the island is also very uncomfortable. It seems that something is lurking in the darkness, full of malice, tempting him to see something. However, the malice is too fragile. When he is concentrating on finding the source of the malice, the malice flees in a hurry and dares not show up. Those maliciously timid, even if he did not take the initiative to resist with will, let go of inspiration, they did not come to him again. Vegetables and play. Wu Chang shook his head, too lazy to control them, and walked towards the ruins in the center of the desert island. Walking halfway, his inspiration responded. He saw a raised snow beside the big stone by the cliff, and a corner of the snow was exposed. Someone was buried in the snow. He dragged the other party along the corner. It was a man's body. The other party had lost signs of life. The bodies frozen were hard and turned into a human -shaped ice sculpture. Men are wearing thick down jackets, full of equipment, and carrying large travel bags. Obviously, they are not members of the Authority, but the aboriginals of the copy. Through the broken goggles, you can see the man's face. The man's face is thin and wearing a thin -frame black metal glasses. With the face and frame, you can see that the other party is an intellectual. It was just that his face did not disclose knowledge at this moment, but was full of fear. He stared at his eyes, his eyes protruded a lot, and his face was blurred on the lower half of his face. It seemed to fall from the cliff above. From the perspective of men's dress, he should be to investigate or detect the island he came to, but he fell to an unknown corner. As a copy of the native, his death is meaningless, but for Wu Chang, he is very valuable. Because of him, Wu Chang saw a touch of resentment. Wu Chang's gaze was accurate, and he saw the grievances that became mixed with Blizzard, and came up. Storm Snow continues, no, it is he who has entered the grievances, attached to the perspective of the dead man, and slowly moved forward with the storm. Men are not alone. They are a whole team with a total of eight. They walked on the dark island. From the perspective of men, Wu Chang could hear the darkness around him, and he kept whispering and roaring. Those who were bullied and afraid of hardship were so active when facing ordinary people. Each of the team members had a oil lamp in their hands, which burned golden yellow oil inside, exuding warm light at night, making the maliciousness in the darkness from approaching. Wu Chang's man's body was the weakest. He walked in the snow without knee, which made him sweat, and soon ended in line. "Wells, keep up! If you fall behind, don't expect that we will fold back to save you!" A severe voice came from the radio, and the momentum of listening to words seemed to be a soldier. "Colonel Johnson, I, I can't breathe." Wells replied intermittently. Drinking again in the radio again, "This is just the beginning, Wales, if you can't stick to this extent, then your fucking should hide in the warm research institute and continue to study your damn ancient literature. , Not to drag the back of the team! "" "I tell you that there are still two hours, and the island will enter late at night. If you can't arrive at the shelter on time because you can't reach the shelter, Lao Tzu will break your head with a gun!" Wells glanced at the watch, with a characteristic dial on the watch. It was twenty -four hours in a circle, with the boundary of 0 and 12 points.
There is no daytime island, only the difference between late night and shallow nights. The time displayed at this moment is 10 o'clock, and it is about to enter the night. Wales knew that he had lost his mind, but he did not justify, but just worked hard to keep up as much as possible. Colonel Johnson said yes. His physical fitness should be made in the warm laboratory in the back, soaking a cup of coffee to interpret the text from the front. But he didn't want to do this. From the previous interpretation of the literature, he had seen a huge secret, a crazy news that could subvert the world. As one of the few scholars in the world who can interpret that kind of ancient text, he believes that he is selected by the gods. His mission is to reveal that secret. So he insisted on asking the team to be the first person to see the secret! Just as he was gradually inconsistent, his teammates in front stopped and turned to help him continue to move forward. "Thank you, Fujita." Fujita Hiroshi, folklore, explorer, has gone to many relics that only exist in mythology, and have some research on ancient texts. But far worse than him. Colonel Johnson looked at the rich experience of Fujita, so he invited him to enter the team. A few documents he received before were provided by Fujita. He insisted on entering the front line of the inspection team. To some extent, he was also to see what Fujita saw the literature. The secrets of the world should belong to civilization. The damn yellow -skinned monkeys want to see the secrets of the world before him. Wales read the words of racial discrimination a few back and forth in his heart, but now he still uses Fujita Hiroshi, and thank you humblely: "Fujita, we are all scholars. Only you are as awesome as me, and you know how to respect scientific researchers." Fujita said with a smile: "Professor Wales, I have always been your admirer, and I can work with you. Wales was proud of his heart and said, "I'm also happy to work with you." As an explorer, Fujita Hiroshi is different from ordinary people. With Wells, he can easily catch up with the operation of the large troops. Wales is almost dragged forward by Fujita. Speaking is fluent. The two said along the way that the atmosphere was extremely hot and soon became familiar. Fujita Hiroyuki was very studious. He asked Wells a lot about the direction of ancient text interpretation and took the time to let him identify a few pictures. Wells was a teacher and generously answered Fujita Hiroyuki's questions. However, as time went by, Fujita Hiroyuki's questions became more and more difficult. For some ancient texts, he had to combine the context and half interpret and half guess before he could tell the vague meaning. Later, the photos Fujita Hiroyuki took out made Wells alert, because the text on the photos was the same as the ancient texts found before, and it was obviously recorded in the same place. But he had never seen the photos Fujita Hiroyuki took out. He was about to refuse to answer, but found that the radio had been disconnected. He and Fujita Hiroyuki had unknowingly dispersed from the main force. "Professor Wells, this is my last question. Please tell me what it means." When Wells gave the final answer, Fujita Hiroyuki bowed to him and extinguished the oil lamp in Wells's hand.
"Professor Wells, I am the messenger chosen by the gods."
