I upgraded and added points in the Holy Inquisition

"Are you satisfied with this [story]?"

The blacksmith, who was still in the form of a muscular man, froze on the spot the moment he heard these words.

He stared blankly at the butler who suddenly appeared in front of him. He was well-dressed and elegant, which fit 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 squeezed out a beast-like roar from his throat, stared into the butler's eyes, and while activating [Gaze of Pain], he waved his casserole-sized fists left and right, trying to make the butler into a sandwich biscuit.

The butler didn't dodge, he just smiled calmly and said:

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

As soon as he finished speaking, the blacksmith suddenly felt that the fist he had thrown out had lost its power and hung down softly.

The proud [Painful Gaze] failed to take effect correctly, and he could only stare at the opponent without any threat, as if he was in a helpless rage.

The inexhaustible spiritual power and physical strength in the body before, as well as the system power commanded by Ruzhi, all failed at this moment. Even the massive muscles that could withstand bullets seemed to have been drained of flesh and blood, and became sluggish. Withered, as fragile as a skinny tree branch.

The blacksmith was stunned again, and quickly turned back, wanting to confirm the glorious results he had created previously.

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

But when he turned back, there were only a few corpses left on the ground. They were wearing blacksmith overalls that made him feel more familiar. They were no longer human, and were extremely miserable, as if they had been torn into pieces by human hands.

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

But what came out of his mouth was just a low murmur of unknown meaning.

It's like the sound of crickets or other chirping insects.

As a helpless wretch, he could only make such a sound.

Then, he saw the butler turn slightly, facing a dim shadow, then put one hand on his chest, and then bowed slightly.

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

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

Her whole body was covered with a layer of gorgeous armor, and a metal face mask covered her face, making her look particularly mysterious and elegant.

His hands are like a pair of sharp swords, his legs are like slender awls, and his feet are like a pair of gleaming spears. His whole body is full of deadly weapons.

Under the warm invitation of the butler, the lady in armor began to dance around him, her 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 sudden spin.

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

A sixth-level [Pain] powerhouse met his end in the [Story] like this.

After the blacksmith's life completely dissipated, there was a gasp of cold air behind the housekeeper.

"Hiss... Is this a [Story] of the [Extreme] system? It's really... creepy..."

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

From his perspective, this group of criminals had just slipped out from behind the bar and were momentarily stunned.

Then I saw one of them shouting "surrender" and then vomiting blood until he committed suicide.

Then the leader suddenly rose up for no reason, wasting his spiritual energy on the air, and then turned around and started attacking his companions, breaking their necks and tearing their limbs...

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

After he had squandered all the spiritual power in his body, the housekeeper slowly walked up, came to him, and whispered something.

The blacksmith was stunned immediately, like a deflated rubber ball. He watched helplessly as the opposite side pulled an armored puppet out of the shadows and chopped off his head with fancy sword skills.

Captain Fox was not in the [story], so he didn’t know what the plot was. What he saw was really chilling.

He suddenly froze again, remembering that what he just said seemed inappropriate, and quickly changed his words:

"Sorry, no offense, it's just my first time to cooperate with a strong person from the [Embodiment] system, so I'm really a bit surprised."

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

The butler said nonchalantly, and with another elegant bow, he invited the armored lady back into the shadows and disappeared.

Captain Fox saw this scene and said:

"Your power amazes me. This is the first time I know that the [Reflection] system can actually master the two powers of [Story] and [Projection] at the same time."

According to some [embodied] extraordinary beings that the captain has come into contact with in the past, they either choose a [story] route that interferes with human thinking, making people trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves. They gradually follow the author's arrangement and move towards the ending of the [story];

Or choose the [Projection] route, which can project some weird things in your mind into reality, and it will be almost the same as the real thing.

Those who choose the [Story] route are good at dealing with humans, but they have no way to deal with monsters. With the brains of monsters, it is difficult to understand the 'plot', 'development', and 'ups and downs', so naturally it cannot be effective against them. .

Therefore, there will also be those who choose the [projection] route, giving up the interference of thoughts and choosing combat effectiveness on a realistic level.

It is said that in the City of Illusion, the headquarters of the [Reality] department, the Holy Inquisition Tribunal and the Holy Grace Tribunal of their sect are following two completely different routes, and they are almost forming separate factions.

Therefore, many people familiar with the matter speculate that the seventh saint of mankind is likely to come from the City of Illusion.

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

While the captain was secretly thinking about it, he arranged for his subordinates to come over to clean up the scene and channel the spirit. Then, taking advantage of this little leisure time, he continued to chat with the housekeeper:

"I didn't expect our task here to be so easy before. The [Embodiment] system is indeed the most creative system. It can actually affect both consciousness and reality at the same time. It should be the only one among all systems currently. Can it interfere with both levels?

Of course, the [Pain] system does not count as half-hearted. What they call interfering with consciousness is just affecting other people's pain nerves. "

In the captain’s opinion, this magical [embodiment] system is really amazing! Although my own [veto] system is not bad, it pays more attention to the practical level and less impacts on the consciousness level.

But the housekeeper disagreed with him and shook his head.

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

"Uh...you mean...[distortion]?"

"Yes, it is even more powerful and direct than [Reality]. This is what makes it scary, and it is also the reason why 'Advisor' Eskimir has been pursuing...

As for "Representation", it actually has many disadvantages that you don't know about, and it is not an easy path to take. If you want to get involved in it, you must consider it carefully. "

"Well, I'm not actually involved in two systems, I'm just chatting casually, but anyway, thank you for your help, otherwise things might not go so smoothly."

"That's very kind of you. I'd rather things went smoother elsewhere."

The steward said, turning around and looking in the direction of the center of the Brilliant City, as if he was looking at the Sanctuary of Veto that was so far away that he could no longer see clearly.

........................

It was already approaching 11 o'clock in the evening, and the entire dazzling city gradually became quiet and slowly fell asleep.

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

This place is close to the outskirts of the city, and except for the occasional few workers who have just finished the night shift, there are no people walking around on the street.

If he continues southward and passes through an industrial area, he will be very close to District 18.

"My power is out of control, probably due to the influence of [Distortion]. It seems that the other participant is more powerful than I expected. It was just a risky divination, and he caught the flaw, causing continuous harm to me. The impact I didn’t even realize…”

"After all, the Book of Truth is in his hands...so, I must kill him."

"Even...this will be a trap..."

The consultant whispered to himself, hiding his tattooed face in the hood of his windbreaker, lowering his head, and happened to pass by a few drunk passers-by.

These people were still in high spirits due to their drunkenness, but suddenly they became quiet, and then ran around in a panic, as if they were so drunk that they forgot the way home.

In the end, he either hit a wall or a telephone pole, knocking himself unconscious.

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

He took the flashlight and shined it at the consultant who was covering his head and face, and then froze.

He suddenly discovered that the beam of light from his flashlight was twisting and changing as if shining on water.

This frightened him so much that he hurriedly tried to escape, but ended up bumping into someone else's window. He suddenly suffered a bloody head injury and passed out.

The consultant continued walking until he walked out of the last street and came to a deserted road.

He could feel that at the end of this road was another trespasser.

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

Just stand on the other side of the road and look at yourself quietly.