They all call me the Outer God

"Goo!"

When Ria was traveling in the haze, a black, feathered creature emerged from his body. It quickly grew in size, took the black bread in his hand, and stuffed its feathers into it. (audience)

Its feathers are very thick, making it perfect for storing things.

Riya reached out and rubbed its chin with the back of her hand. It also squinted its eyes and purred comfortably. After a moment, Riya stopped moving.

At this time, they were looking in a certain direction in the haze, their eyes full of vigilance.

"It's really incredible that people's resentment towards the factory mixed with the thick smoke gave rise to extraordinary creatures."

Riya had no choice but to bite the edge of the glove with his teeth and lift it up. Even now, he was still very unaccustomed to such an outfit.

But there is no way. If you are going to negotiate with those factory owners, you will not be able to get through without dressing better, and James also said that wearing appropriate clothes will help you interpret your identity.

Riya thinks this is nonsense.

Is it possible that if someone has an identity card called [Witch], they have to wear a witch hat and a cloak and ride on a broomstick all day long?

The face of the identity card only represents a title. People can make diverse choices about their lives. We cannot let a title or identity fix the behavior of the disordered person.

He sighed, almost not choking on the smell of the smog, and could only curse in his heart those who tried to save trouble by not adding filters to the chimney.

When he helped Mrs. Ste and Angena back before, they were all unconscious. Riya could only go to the second floor to take the things he bought recently and stuff them into little Swale. By the way, he put the Dream Coal in the cabinet. The light was taken out.

As long as you don't pay the price for that coal lamp, it is a good choice to be an ordinary coal lamp. With it, Liya can see her surroundings clearly without having to open her eyes when walking at night.

Of course, carrying a lantern in the haze also serves another purpose.

The light in the darkness is undoubtedly eye-catching and is the best target for mysterious creatures hiding in every corner.

At this time, just standing there, he had noticed strange movements from them around him.

Those creatures sluggishly approached the prey. They came from all directions, twisting their weird bodies and waving their strange limbs. When they were completely sure that the prey was in a state of inescapability, they gathered together and actually imitated the formation of a ria. silhouette of a person.

Through the thick fog, the monsters really looked like one person.

"Who is there?" Riya concealed her psychological discomfort and pretended to move the coal lamp forward. The shadow in the gray mist waved and took a step back, making clear footsteps.

"What color, what color are these fogs..."

It asked Riya solemnly.

Ria didn't hesitate: "Grey."

"No...no...what you said is wrong!"

The humanoid creature crouched: "This is yellow mist. It has no color like 'grey' at all. Those who answered wrongly..."

All become food for the fog. "

"You talk a lot!"

Before it finished speaking, Riya swung his cane to scatter the humanoid shadow. With a "pop", its head fell from its neck and rolled far away, completely covered by the gray mist.

"What I say is gray means gray. Freaks who answered wrongly...go and eat them."

After saying that, the little Shivall on Riya's shoulder suddenly opened his mouth and flapped his wings and flew over.

After it approached the opponent, its feathers stood up, and countless tentacles stretched out from under the feathers to tightly wrap around its prey. Under the corrosive effect of the mucus on the surface of the tentacles, a "sizzling" sound rang out in the gray mist.

Little Swale was also content to stuff the "limbs" and "trunks" of the prey into his mouth and into different throats.

Each of its throats has its own taste preference, so it also needs to be packaged differently when eating.

Soon after, it finished eating, rubbed its muzzle with its feathers, and returned to Leah's shoulder with a big smile.

Riya picked up his cane and continued to move forward. Along the way, he had already met many extraordinary creatures who asked him about the color of the gray fog, and he was sure that the color of the fog was yellow.

This kind of induction can distort people's cognition. Just like when Riya stared at the fog for a long time, she started to feel that they were a little yellow. This was not a good sign.

Walk.

Don't stay even one step longer.

"Gu——"

Little Swale flapped his wings, blowing away some of the haze, while Riya stepped over the human skeletons that showed their true colors underneath without stopping.

"Crunch, crunch."

Feet formed from twisted arms.

Eyes made of twisted hair.

Limbs formed from a twisted torso.

Knuckles formed by twisting of gums.

These are what they really are.

They want to imitate humans, inhabit humans, digest humans, decompose humans, and thus... become humans.

It is not difficult to guess where these fragmentary bodies came from. Wens Town lacked everything, but it never lacked dead people.

Every time Riya passed by an alley or a large garbage dump that had not been cleaned for a long time, she would always see unemployed people, beggars or children. Their bodies were piled up one after another until they became a new garbage pile.

However, in this case, people still do not blame the sun, because the sun is high in the sky and eternal shining is how it should be. The church can give them white bread and wine every month, so they are extremely grateful and never doubt the disaster. The source of.

"The source is the people from the Rising Sun Church."

Riya said firmly.

Here, the bishop is more important than anything else, collecting high taxes, opening factories, hunting "witches", and establishing a completely unreasonable system.

But everything cannot be said so absolutely, everything has its two sides.

Although the existence of the church is not reasonable, Leah can still find loopholes in it and make some profits for himself.

Now, a few hours later, he has stood in front of the side door of the factory near Wens Town and knocked on the door, and Little Shival returned to Leah's body.

"Who knocks on the door so early in the morning!"

A short man with a black beard opened the door in a disheveled manner. From the appearance of his clothes and the color of his face, Leah already knew that his arrival might disturb the other party's good things.

"You——"

The man was furious, his fingers on the gun handle in his pocket ready to move, but after seeing Liya's outfit, he instantly retracted his anger and became flattering, rubbing his hands and laughing: "I thought someone was working so hard, it turns out to be a gentleman, are you sent by the higher-ups to inspect the progress of the factory?

Don't worry, we have already achieved overproduction of that batch of steam engines, and have undergone substantial improvements on the original basis. Now there will be no explosion due to excessive atmospheric pressure."