I Became the Ultimate Boss

Chapter 438 Human Face

Kermon went back to rest, savoring the feeling of the shadow spear passing through his palm before resting.

It was a piercing pain, so terrifying that even the Shadow Grabber couldn't completely restrain the opponent.

At this point, Kemon finally saw the ceiling of the Shadow Catcher, and the shadow spear was something Kemon couldn't grasp.

At the same time, he looked at his palm. I touched the palm of my hand, and it was fine if I didn't touch it, but I felt a burning pain when I touched it.

Kemeng is asleep, and while the feeling is still fresh, he wants to communicate in his dream where the leader of the Shadow Stream group is.

It doesn't matter even if it is noticed by the other party. The evil god is outside the blue star, and he is not afraid of being peeped by the other party. The premise is that the other party has the ability to peep in the opposite direction.

The mastermind behind Shadow Stream may have the ability to peep in reverse, but the other party didn't do that, probably out of fear of death.

After a while, Kemon fell asleep.

In the dream, R'lyye was silent and lifeless.

Kermon ignored the giant city in the sea, closed his eyes, and recalled the scene of the giant black and red spear falling from the sky through the sky, and at the same time recalled the feeling of the shadow catcher grasping the giant spear.

Kemen was deeply impressed by the heart-wrenching pain, and the personal contact also strengthened the connection in this aspect, making the obstacles on the path of synaesthesia tend to be eliminated.

Humming, as if I heard such a sound.

Kemon vaguely saw the appearance of a blue star planet, and then passed away in a flash, and felt the landscape inside the blue star.

It was a black and red spear, and the whole body was shrouded in clouds and smoke.

Its body is not a solid body, but a spear made of a cloud of smoke, inserted in a pile of bones.

There is a pool of mud in the pile of bones, no, it is not so much mud as thick shadows.

The shadow stretched out round tentacles in all directions on the ground like soil, twisting wantonly at irregular frequencies, and the air contained infinite death and madness.

A normal person would go mad if he stayed here.

Kemeng looked around, and his field of vision was relatively narrow. After all, this place is under the control of Blue Star, and it is impossible to observe in depth. If it goes deeper, it will be a foul, and it will be protected by Blue Star.

What a sticky shadow. Kemen couldn't help complaining in his heart.

There are piles of corpses on the ground, and the black shadows are like viscous swamp fluid.

The liquid swims on its own, stretching out its tentacles from time to time, as if a person stretches out the air to breathe heavily.

Kemeng stared and felt something.

The tentacle shadows sticking out their heads gave him a human feeling.

They are breathing air and have plenty of desire to survive.

As they writhed their tentacles, they were calling to someone far away, cursing everything, while paradoxically hoping that someone would rescue them from the quagmire.

The giant spear was inserted in the middle of the pile of bones, like a magic weapon guarding a fierce place, suppressing the absurd, evil and abominable things here.

What the hell is this? Kemen was not quite used to it, and his scalp was numb.

I didn't expect such a thing to exist in an unknown place in Blue Star, and it was also protected by Blue Star.

Kemen watched for a while, but did not find the so-called group leader. This place is absurd and evil, and it is not a place for normal people to stay.

Kemen then associated the word group leader, but this kind of synaesthesia was not successful, because the connection was not deep enough and the direction of synaesthesia was not clear enough.

Change the target, and look at the big guy behind the shadow stream in the dark.

The boss seemed to be talking to someone again, and the moment it was peeped by Kemon, it ended the conversation.

Kemeng keenly caught the breath of Lanxing, and the mastermind behind Yingliu was indeed plotting an unknown plan with a member of Lanxing.

Kemen's heart sank. The Shadow Stream Organization must be plotting something, and they must be stopped.

If you don't stop it, something big will happen.

However, Kemon can't interfere with them. Invading the dreamland requires the other party to dream. Without dreaming, there is no way to invade. You can only peep secretly.

Ke Mengzun thought about it, there was no way to restrict them, he could only re-sense the spear and secretly remember the scenery of that area.

After waking up, regardless of whether you can find it or not, draw the scene picture first, and let the network beast slowly identify similar terrain types through the satellite topographic map.

Kemon secretly remembered the appearance of the nearby terrain.

At this time, in the shadow quagmire among the corpses, a tentacle surged up, and suddenly a human face appeared, with its mouth wide open, and a strange hoarse voice came out: Help me!

Kemeng's heart was calm and not flustered. It was crazy raving, but being an evil god easily offset it.

No, it didn't even break its defenses, so it couldn't be called offsetting.

But Kemon became curious about it. Since something babbled at Kemon, it must have sensed that the Evil God of Outer Space was secretly peeping at it, otherwise it would be impossible to react to Kemon.

This face... Kemen didn't know the other person, but with a thought, he could remember this face.

Remember this face, and after waking up in reality, immediately draw a sketch portrait, upload it to the Internet, and let the Internet beast search the whereabouts of this person around the world.

Help me! Another tentacle shadow emerged from the quagmire of bones, turning into an eyeless human face.

These faces only have facial features, no hair or anything like that, but that's enough.

In the context of artificial intelligence, face recognition technology has made good progress. With the ability of network beasts, big data searches can be carried out, and the speed is several times or even ten times faster than that of top artificial intelligence companies.

Kemen was slightly happy, this was a big clue.

One more face data is a clue.

Help me— Another face appeared and shouted.

Virtual cries for help sounded in Kemen's ears, and they crossed space and reached Kemen's ears.

These voices are poisonous and chaotic murmurs, which can easily change the mentality of ordinary people and fall into the abyss, but Kemeng, as an evil god, is completely unmoved.

There were three human faces shouting, the bone quagmire came to life, all the tentacles were stretching exaggeratedly, desperately trying to stretch out, changing into human faces, calling for help from Kermon.

Kemon's brain power was fully utilized, and he recorded the facial features and appearance of each of them.

These are all victims. Shadow Stream's people have killed too many people. Kemon lamented.

Thinking in another way, the special abilities replaced by the members of Shadow Stream doomed them not to be able to live a normal life with people, but to become the opposite of human beings.

Kemon memorized hundreds of faces without his brain swollen. He memorized them one by one, and then he woke up on his own initiative.

Suddenly, Kemon forced himself to wake up by looking at himself.

Kemeng woke up in a community home in a special field, and immediately picked up his brush to draw after waking up.

But after drawing one, Kemon felt that his efficiency was too slow.

The number of victims in that quagmire is definitely more than a few hundred, or even thousands of people!

Not long after Kemon lay down, he returned to the investigation bureau in the early morning, looking for tools for quick drawing. He wanted to draw the faces in his mind at once.