Monster Collector [Unlimited]

The collapsed temple quickly caused a sensation all over the country, and the reverence for traditional gods that had been rooted in people's hearts for hundreds of years was shaken at this time.

"The old god is dead!"

"A new god has come to the world!"

"Those guys on the throne are lying to us!"

Some people who awakened the memories from ancient times began to demonstrate on the street:

"End the war, we should be like a family!"

"The lie of the twin gods is over, and the real god is back!"

"Overthrow the throne and welcome the return of the great god!"

Both the island and the ocean are in chaos, and the war that was mobilizing has also changed because of the wavering of the leader's belief.

In the live broadcast room, the overhead camera quickly scanned the copy, reflecting the turmoil in the two countries, but the barrage didn't seem to appreciate it.

"Laughing to death, the struggle between a few false gods can still cause such a big turmoil, human beings are indeed weak creatures like ants."

"It's not good to talk about the power of faith like this, at least their race can contribute something to us, isn't it?"

"It's so annoying, these boring fights are endless, I still want to see what Xie Meiren and the others are doing."

"Hey hey, speaking of a dungeon, there are usually four questers, plus Judas. How many people have appeared here?"

"I know that the one in the Yushen Temple has been cleared out because of the failure of the mission of the temple collapse, and the remaining two people are still in the dark live broadcast room. I heard that they are going to give us a big surprise."

After chatting with the barrage for a while, the part that made these monster audiences feel bored finally passed, and the camera turned and entered the temple again.

The golden light on the sculptures in the temple became brighter and brighter, and the stiff scales that were originally visible to the naked eye, and obviously carved out of stone, began to be dyed with a faint glow.

It seems that there is a kind of life force jumping in it.

Sen Xiaen raised his head, the god image was reflected in his pupils, his face was full of innocence and worship: "Our great God, our great father, you will finally wake up from the endless chaos and come to this world. "

Too pious.

Yan Yao had experienced many traps of the gods with His Majesty before, and had already had PTSD for such a scene full of holy light. He took a small step forward and stood in a position where he could knock Sen Xiaen unconscious at any time, subconsciously frowning and looking at Xie The direction of long distance.

Xie Changli nodded slightly at him.

The sound of the hymn became lighter, and Xie Changli vaguely felt that with the awakening of God, a connection descended on him from somewhere.

Consciously or unintentionally, he sang softly, the power gradually gathered in his eyes, the pupils were immediately covered with blood, and then he raised his head slightly as if unintentionally.

The red pupils reflected countless thin white lines.

Those thin threads hang down from the sky, entangled with everything around them.

Following these thin lines and looking towards the end, Xie Changli saw a wriggling shadow.

Something on the neck suddenly tightened, Xie Changli stabilized his mind, and immediately cut off the sight of the thing.

He lowered his head and followed the silk thread to look at the other end, and immediately he seemed to be standing in the sky overlooking the entire city. All the people who came and went, excitedly cursed or collapsed and cried were wrapped in silk thread, like puppets being invisible. Existence controls.

And the most dense place among these countless silk threads is the statue in front of them.

The sparsest place is the two taskers, and——

Sean.

With a thought, Xie Changli met Yan Yao's eyes and made a hand gesture with a tacit understanding.

that is……

Yan Yao's heart skipped a beat. The tacit understanding he had developed in fighting side by side many times made his body obey orders before his reason, and in an instant he slashed straight at Sen Xiaen.

At the moment when the saber air scraped across the silk thread, Xie Changli felt his throat was strangled by something, and the silk thread that seemed to be on his hands and feet tightened instantly, wanting to forcibly control his movements .

Sen Xiaen also slid his body down at an incredible speed at this moment, dodging the knife just right, and when he turned around, his face was still at a loss: "Why did you attack me!"

"You are another tasker, aren't you?" Xie Changli squinted slightly as the blood in his eyes had not faded.He seemed to have glimpsed an ominous aura from under this pure and harmless skin.

The dazed expression on Sen Xiaen's face, fixed like a sculpture, soon began to fall apart.

An air leaked out that would never have existed in him before, an air of arrogance and evil.

When he spoke again, his voice seemed to contain the venom of a snake: "It is indeed you, my dear, Your Majesty the Great."

"Thousand faces." Yan Yao looked serious.

Qianmian, the vice-chairman of the Tianyan Guild, has almost reached the top on the path of degeneration or evolution in their mouths, completely losing its human form, and is more similar to a huge unknown mass of meat.

But the usual mimesis can be said to be thousands of people with thousands of appearances, and it is difficult to distinguish.

Because every image, every character is actually a part of him, and the most essential evil will only be revealed the moment he is exposed.

Xie Changli also seemed to be sighing: "Long time no see, you seem to be going further and further down the wrong path."

"Wrong," Qianmian laughed softly, his face like a little sun began to distort in front of everyone, and gradually changed into a more familiar face with an indescribably cold air, "It's just that you are stubborn , and we're going to get stronger in the process."

An angry look appeared on Qian Mian's face, and invisible tentacles stretched out from behind him: "From the beginning to the end, only the gods can defeat the gods. Human beings are nothing more than insignificant cannon fodder in this kind of war."

"Your Majesty, didn't you realize this when you fell?" He laughed again, not so much with complacency, but with deep sorrow.

Yan Yao had one hand on the handle of the knife, ready to join the battle.

This vigilant look also attracted Qianmian's attention, and the man smiled disdainfully again: "Look, those who insist on following your path used to beat me down, but now, they are just doing it under a terrible threat." It’s all about suppressing the courage to hold a knife.”

He became angry again: "At the end of the day, you just want others to obey you and be your dog! That's why you expelled me from the team!"

"No," Yan Yao rushed forward as soon as the words fell, and slashed his head with a knife. The knife appeared to be extremely gentle, but in fact it had the potential to destroy. "For us who stick to it As far as I am concerned, the darker you are, the more courage you have to persevere.”

The two have already fought in one place between scolding.

Xie Changli did not participate in this war, and when the two sides fought, he already felt the danger in the dark.

So, he raised his head again, this time without avoiding it, he looked directly at the big hand manipulating the puppet at the end of countless silk threads.

"Thousands of faces are here, so is the other tasker you?" He asked the fog in the Nine Heavens, "Apocalypse?"

Tian Qi, one of his former acquaintances, took a completely different path from him after exposing the trap of the gods.

Qian Mian eventually joined his team, and together with him established the current Tianyan Union, willingly being his deputy.

"Your Majesty, I never thought that it would be you who will come back one day." In the void, a pair of eyes finally opened.

If Yan Yao could see it, he would definitely feel the horror.

The president of the Tianyan Labor Union has not been present in front of everyone for a long time, and the mission files he participated in have been sealed up by the company, so many people have begun to wonder if the president unfortunately died in a super-difficult mission among.

However, at this time, he can already control the boss in the mission, which is a level higher than Qianmian, and has reached a level close to that of a god.

The other party logically began to reminisce about the past, and seemed to be completely unaffected by the madness that accompanied him as he went deeper and deeper into the abyss: "I thought that what came back this time would be the trap of an infinite service company with an empty shell."

"That really disappointed you." Xie Changli raised his hand and stared at the silk thread that had almost wrapped half of his arm into a thick callus. Boss, on this false god, and then sent thousands of faces to act as local NPCs to rescue me and guide me to wake up this false god."

"I thought that hymn was wrong. It was indeed a sacrificial song, but how can a few small artificial suns fill up the huge energy that the false gods lack," Xie Changli said regretfully, turning his arms. It was found that those silk threads were not affected, but spread faster. At this time, it was not only the surface that was eroding him, but even the soul began to feel invaded, "The window show not only gave my news to Yan Yao , including you, from the beginning you planned to make me your puppet."

"From this point of view, Unlimited Service Company is really afraid of you. I'm almost [-]% sure that it's Your Majesty, your return." Wouldn't it be good to use it for me? Presumably His Majesty also wants to taste what it was like to be your subordinate."

Silk threads were entangled on his body, covering most of his body, leaving only the beautiful eyebrows that were almost sharp, Xie Changli smiled and said, "It's unnecessary."

At this moment, the silk thread was suddenly torn apart by a huge force, shattered into thousands of pieces and fell in all directions, a red wave surged from behind him, and directly followed the silk thread upstream and rushed towards the culprit.

Tian Qi's voice was finally no longer so steady: "Wang Hai!"

The bloody wind blew past Xie Changli's hair, which gradually turned into silver, and his eyes that had turned scarlet.

Completely breaking through the restrictions set by the window show, Xie Changli has recovered to his full state, and the silver necklace that was revealed again around his neck was turned over quietly, and the numbers on it shone with cold brilliance——

000

"I can't be controlled by anyone, because from the beginning I was both a jailer and a prisoner."