Huh? Are they all real?

Almost instantly, Moon locked onto the owner of this post.

It must be his former boss. The guy who resolutely dissolved the company because he traveled through time and space, causing him to lose his job!

But if the other party had not dissolved the company, he would not have lost his job, and if he had not lost his job, he would not have played this outrageous game.

If he had not played this outrageous game, there would not be anything happening now.

This outrageous cause and effect relationship made Moon a little at a loss for words for a moment.

He could only rub his eyes and read on.

The other party's ID was Poetry and Distance, and the moment Moon saw it, he was a little at a loss for words.

"My friends, I believe everyone knows that I am a traveler in the Baratheon area. This birth point is really bad, outrageous."

"The Queen of Baratheon has taken extremely high-pressure measures against the extraordinary, and has clearly ordered that we travelers will be executed immediately once we are discovered."

"Because of this, I have always been at the bottom of the second batch. There is no way, the development environment is too difficult."

At this point, he even made a Q version animation to express his collapse and helplessness.

"But it's also because I'm in Baratheon that I'm lucky enough to see this miracle."

"I can be sure that this must be a great miracle that the first batch has not seen!"

"Saint Constantine, the great man when the devil was rampant in the world, is almost synonymous with that ancient era."

Seeing this, the onlookers below were almost all discussing.

"Constantine? Who is it?"

"He is a saint, and the most famous of all saints."

"You may not have heard of Constantine, but you must have seen that many areas of the building will be specially carved with a snow-white cane. That is the symbol of Constantine, implying that evil retreats and demons are killed."

"You saw Constantine? Damn, that's why I said I would find someone to dig his tomb together!"

Ah? Dig my grave? !

Moen was stunned.

No wonder you have such a bad reputation over there.

But I remember that when I was Constantine, there was no tomb. Did people build a cenotaph specially later?

Moen's doubts were soon answered.

"Saint Constantine doesn't have a mausoleum. Did you also buy a secret map through some channel?"

"Yes, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with the map?"

"Isn't it? Many people have been deceived! I have saved up my salary for half a year!"

"What? I borrowed 80,000 gold pounds from the Merchant Alliance for this map!"

"Hahaha, you deserve it, you ruined our reputation and polluted our situation!"

Watching the interaction of these guys, Moon was a little confused and a little strange about the atmosphere of this website.

Although I have never seen such a website before, I feel something is wrong.

Are you too careless?

Moon has participated in the mutual assistance gatherings between the secret organizations and the low- and middle-sequence extraordinary people there. No matter which organization or which gathering, everyone is very careful.

If possible, they even wish not to say a word!

Why are you like this?

But no matter what the reply below is, the poster is still continuing his speech. In such a short time, he even copied what he saw at the time by hand-drawing.

That was the scene where Morn stood in front of the broken city wall, holding up his staff and shouting at the demons not to move forward.

"People say that the saint died a long time ago, but no, I saw the saint returning in Suras with my own eyes."

"When everyone gave up Suras, only this saint who was thought to have died a long time ago came down from heaven and turned into a new city wall."

"The terrifying demons were shocked by him, the poisonous fire that escaped was extinguished under his feet, and the pollution of the abyss and divinity was stopped by him."

"I swear I will never forget this scene in my life."

"I finally understand why people are full of desire for the savior and follow him without hesitation."

"At this moment in Suras, this is the savior!"

As the poster finished speaking.

The following replies also exploded.

"Fuck, is this true? It's so cool!"

"Wow, I'm not even a superhuman yet, how come I saw such an awesome scene!"

"How could you actually see such a big scene?"

"Saints are saints, they are always so cool."

"I used to be really dissatisfied with these superhumans. I always thought I could do it if I got there, but now I know I can't do it."

"It's so cool, are all the things these big guys do so earth-shattering?"

"One person saves a city, one person faces the entire abyss. It's exciting to think about it."

"If possible, I really want to swap with you."

"I heard there is a way to share memories over there, who has a way? I want to see it with my own eyes. It must be very shocking!"

Looking at the crazy superposition of floors, both Moon and the poster felt very satisfied.

People just need others to affirm themselves!

Moon also clicked on the copy he drew by hand, and after carefully looking at it for a long time, Moon couldn't help but sigh.

It's almost exactly the same as the photo except that it's not colored.

This guy is really amazing.

However, Moon also noticed that the demon lord he drew was an image, not similar to the original.

From this point of view, he should know the danger of demons and be cautious even in such an indirect communication.

Of course, just in case, Moon searched for it and sent a private message to the poster:

I think you should know, but I still want to remind you, never call the real name of the devil directly, never recall the specific appearance of the devil, even if it is separated by a world, it may be contaminated.

Moen believes that after this, the demon lord will definitely live a life worse than death in the abyss, and may even be dead.

However, it is better to be careful about this kind of thing.

The poster, Jonah Jameson, the former boss who made Moon unemployed, also saw Moon's private message.

Because after posting this post and attaching the perfect hand-painted work he worked so hard to make.

He received countless private messages.

He is now reading them one by one, savoring the praise and compliments of others.

Unlike ordinary people, even the third batch with the largest number must be an elite group with their own special features.

For him, the enjoyment that is more advanced than being pursued by the masses is to be pursued by the elites.

But for Moon's reminder, Jonah Jameson just thought it was funny.

This must be the third batch of travelers who got some extraordinary knowledge and couldn't help but speak it out.

How could I not know such a thing?

How could I recall and call the devil there?

Don't be ridiculous!

After shaking his head, he closed the website and turned to perfect his hand-drawing.

The appearance of the devil was still not perfect, and it was not the same as what he remembered.

He wanted to draw it.

Draw it perfectly!

His feet were already full of scraps that he had crumpled into a ball.

In the constant copying and recalling, his eyes began to be bloodshot.

In his new hand-drawing, the devil became clearer and clearer, and the saint became more and more blurred.