The Unspeakable Evil God

"Damn it, this is the first time I'm in such a mess! It's best not to let me know who the culprit is, otherwise when the invasion begins, I will kill your whole family and curse the bloodline of generations to come!"

Among the ruins of the wilderness, a sloppy black-haired man who looked very ordinary was hiding under a collapsed house, checking his physical condition and cursing secretly in his heart.

It was Miguel who escaped in disguise using secret methods.

After checking his physical condition, Miguel looked very ugly. Although he had already guessed how bad the situation would be, he did not expect it to be worse than he imagined.

The sequelae of using the morning star witchcraft beyond the level, coupled with the backlash of the self-destructed bloodline true body, and the escape of the overdraft secret method, these severe injuries made him even worse.

Nowadays, he has a terrible headache. Not only is his body terribly weak, but his mental sea also seems to have been roughly torn apart by something. Moreover, the situation is getting worse and worse. If he leaves it alone, he will probably really get cold.

But fortunately, when you go out, you can have less of anything, but you need to bring more medicine.

He took out several bottles of potions from the space ring and drank them one after another. Miguel's frown relaxed and his rapid breathing gradually calmed down. At least the deterioration was temporarily stabilized, but if he wanted to recover, he would definitely It's not something that happens overnight.

Nothing in the world is as good as his own dog. To be honest, Miguel already wants to end this mission. Unfortunately, world hunting is not a good job that you can quit if you want.

Traveling through the world alone is not a small expense, and the price of cross-border communication is also the same. It will take at least a year before the employer will take the initiative to contact him.

Of course, Miguel also has a way to contact his employer urgently, but it is of little significance in this case, because it is basically difficult for world hunters to go back, and most of them can only wait for the arrival of the wizard army in another world.

Unless the force you serve cannot crack this hard nut, in that case, according to the World Expedition Regulations, the other party has the obligation to pay for the single-person pick-up and drop-off service.

As for using that precious emergency communication method, Miguel never even thought about it, because without sufficient information provided, it is impossible for the employer to rashly decide to conquer a different world. If it is used indiscriminately, it will really be necessary. Just cry!

As for lying about the situation, let’s not talk about the professionalism of the World Hunters themselves. The World Expedition Regulations also have rigid regulations on this matter. Every World Hunter will sign a harsh integrity contract. If you dare to lie about information, the contract will have backlash. It would make him die a hundred times.

This regulation is firstly to prevent someone from maliciously harming the local wizarding forces and falling into a meaningless civil war. Secondly, it is to prevent world hunters from being captured alive by the natives of other worlds and then using them to harm the wizarding world.

As for the unfair treatment of both parties to the contract, there is no such thing as fairness in this world. Some are only exchanges of equal value. You may not get anything if you pay, but if you want to get something, you must pay. This is all The absolute truth that everyone believes in.

He casually took out a broken iron rod from under the rubble. Miguel used it as a crutch and left carefully, as if he was really an indigenous refugee trying to survive in the wasteland. During those days of inspection, he was not Learned in vain.

Of course, this cautiousness is both acting and real. After all, it is difficult for him to show his strength as a formal wizard now. If a tiger falls and is bullied by a dog, he cannot help but be careless!

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"You told me... maybe he's dead? So is he dead or not? Huh? Do you still remember what I told you at the beginning?"

In the palace, Heath leaned on the throne with a calm expression, and spoke in a cold and solemn tone. With one tentacle, he twisted off the head of the cat-shaped android that was lying at his feet and licking it obediently, and kicked it aside.

"You want to see people alive, and you want to see corpses when you die! It's all your fault that you deserve to die! My Lord, please give me a little more time, and I will definitely investigate clearly!"

Listening to the silent sound of fingers tapping metal from above, like the sound of a bell judging fate, Skynet felt fear for the first time and fell to his knees in extreme uneasiness.

It has finally been reborn, it has finally been able to serve the great Lord, and it has finally been favored by my Lord. It does not want to die like this, let alone bear the despicable death method that disappointed the Lord, then... It is simply the most painful thing in the world!

"I'll give you a little more time, Skynet, don't let me down, because people who let me down will usually die miserably!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

After being forgiven by our Lord, Tianwang kept kowtowing and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, praising the Lord's mercy, Lord's fraternity, and Lord's majesty. He is worthy of being the Lord he swore to serve for life. The mind is so broad and it is so touching.

"Get out of here!"

Heath waved his hand impatiently. If it weren't for the importance of Skynet data in unifying the entire mechanical legion network, he would have crushed the opponent's head with ordinary machinery. Create toys.

The interest in entertainment was temporarily gone. Heath slowly stood up and walked to the prison at the bottom of the ark as if nothing had happened. When he arrived at the deepest prison, the dark Apocalypse knelt down quietly on the ground, his limbs and neck They are all bound by chains of electronic paralysis.

"My lord!"

Seeing Heath coming to him for the first time in a long time, Tianqi's eyes lit up slightly and he lowered his head respectfully.

"Lord? I wonder if you serve me, the Lord, or some other Lord?"

After looking at Apocalypse for a few times, Heath chuckled, waved his hand, and immediately understood a guard mecha behind him, and rushed to turn it into a comfortable seat for my lord to sit on.

The other guard mecha's eyes turned red with jealousy when he saw this scene. Why didn't he get such a good thing? If my lord could sit on him, he would die without regrets and never regret it in his life. It’s time to clean the body!

Thinking of this, he stared at his companion with malice. When this guy dies one day, he must pluck out his skin and replace it with his own.

"I believe in the great Lord of Thousand Eyes, and... I believe in the noble Mother of All Weapons. You are the faith I have pursued throughout my life!"

Tianqi's eyes flickered for a moment and he slowly lowered his head.

"Oh, really? I remember the last person who dared to say that had his head chopped off!"

"Well, it doesn't matter anymore. Come, my child, have a good chat with your father about your mother of all weapons!"

Heath took out a pipe from the drawer on the side of the seat, lit it with the purest negative emotions, took a beautiful drag, and knocked on the armrest. As soon as this evil god had some free time, he naturally had to find any kind of fun. Recently, It’s nice to discover this fresh mood smoke.