They all call me the Outer God

Its limited wisdom has a clear goal.

Steyer's prophecy has pitted it.

Steyer is a prophet.

The prophet's prediction is a crow's mouth, whoever he predicts will be unlucky.

So...

The prophet cannot stay.

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The goal is clear and the logic is clear. This is the best plan it has conceived with its limited wisdom.

It has grown up, but this is the first time it has been pitted like this.

Little Shival sat in front of the window and looked at the rain outside. On the transparent glass window, a few drops of water slid down and condensed into a stream of water, which quickly flowed from the glass to the window frame.

The eyelids of the mythical creature drooped, and the eyes had narrowed from round to semicircular, with shining irises, looking like two inverted golden crescents.

It was angry.

On the other side, Style stood drunk at the door of the tavern, holding an umbrella he found from the top of the counter and wearing a raincoat.

Although he wanted to imitate an idiot, he couldn't be so stupid as to give up his life. This kind of rain had little impact on patients, but those who dared to go out without any precautions were the real heroes.

Alcohol can paralyze the brain and resist the erosion of some abyss phantoms on the mind. With such an opportunity, Style can also leave the tavern to do what he likes.

After all, he is a prophet, and the favorite thing of those prophets is to collect things that are helpful for divination.

In the past, these people who started businesses based on their prophetic abilities always liked to do research on the skeletons of dried lizards, mice, pufferfish, and birds, pour the collected materials into the pot to boil into potions, and glimpse the future in the potions.

And now, there are no werewolf body parts in his collection.

"Where can I find the broken fangs of vampires, the tears of mermaids, and the wings of elves? Can I easily find these creatures that only appear in books?

Interpret two memes and then complete a large-scale prophecy? What the hell is this! It's too much of a compliment to me, a social waste."

Style didn't believe in the prophecy ritual materials recorded in those tattered books. After collecting them, his grandson would probably have three children.

He planned to randomly collect some materials and throw them into the pot to ask for the opportunity for the successful interpretation of the idiot meme. Of course, in order to fill the gaps in those materials and to make himself look stupid, Style decided to go out at night to look for werewolves.

"The broken fangs of werewolves should be able to replace vampire fangs, mermaid tears... There are fishmen everywhere here, anyway, they are all fish, and the functions should be similar.

As for the elves-hiss, finding a fly to pull off its wings should be enough."

Prophecy is idealism. In theory, the stronger the spiritual power, the greater the probability of successful prediction. Other things are just formalities.

Just like the predictions he usually makes for people, usually he speaks out what he subconsciously agrees with, and that kind of thing will come true with a high probability.

However, he can only make predictions with little impact, such as making people unlucky.

And his predictions are just about the facts, not fabricated, and some seemingly unreliable endings must have their reasons.

"Everything has its own development trajectory, I just proposed the possibility of this trajectory."

Steel nodded, and was once again impressed by his ideals, feeling that his glory was even shining on the earth.

He couldn't make a prediction for himself, so he could only jump onto the roof now and raise his gun towards somewhere in the dark.

There was a faint wolf howl in his ears.

Steel pulled the trigger in that direction, and heard a "bang" gunshot, a small shadow moved slightly in that direction, and Steel rushed over like a cheetah smelling blood.

He shouted, "My beautiful lady over there, do I have the honor to spend an unforgettable night with you today?"

The rain curtain seemed to stop in an instant, and two blood-colored spots appeared in the extreme darkness.

"..."

The werewolf opened his eyes.

She covered the wound on her chest, and with the help of her night vision, she saw blood oozing out of the gaps between her claws, and the anger that she had suppressed with great difficulty after being tricked by Lia was ignited again.

"I will kill you!"

Suddenly, the black shadow moved its limbs like a real wolf and ran towards Style.

Her ears stood up, and her wet hair was close to her skin, showing her curvy figure as a silver giant wolf, which allowed her to run and jump at a faster speed.

Fighting was no problem.

In the dark night, she was the most agile hunter.

"It's serious." Style did not dare to underestimate his opponent. He continued to shoot at the running werewolf, and his shooting skills were terrifyingly accurate.

He pointed the muzzle of the gun at the werewolf's mouth: "Bang!"

Darenya's pupils shrank suddenly, and she tried to bend her body to avoid it, but at this moment, she felt a sharp pain in her mouth. At the same time, Style also put away the gun and ran away.

The werewolf was stunned. The next second, she ignored the pain in her mouth and chased her prey directly.

But she never thought that although her prey was not running fast, the angle of escape was very tricky.

Style chose narrow corners to escape, he was familiar with the terrain here.

He could even run into someone else's chimney and run out of the door while running.

Darenya would naturally not be stupid enough to follow him into the chimney.

One man and one wolf chased each other, and time passed by minute by minute.

Darenya stood upright on the edge of the roof of the bungalow, her sharp eyes scanning the slightest movement on the ground.

Suddenly, there was a sound behind her.

I don't know when Steyer returned to the place where Darenya was shot in the mouth, picked up something from there and ran away like a mouse.

The anger just engulfed her heart, and Darenya didn't feel much abnormality for a while. Now she subconsciously touched the corner of her mouth and found that half of her fangs had disappeared.

In other words, the prophet's initial target was her teeth.

"Aha! It's really pleasant tonight. Let's spend a wonderful night together again if there is a chance!"

"By the way, you have dental calculus!!!"

Steyer's voice came from afar and was soon drowned by the sound of rain.

Of course, he knew that his frontal combat ability was not good, and he didn't think about killing the werewolf. He had been thinking about this werewolf for so long, naturally for her teeth.

"I don't know if other patients with the [werewolf] meme have this image. If they all look like this, the world would be a paradise."

Style managed to hide in a place where the werewolf couldn't see him after several attempts. He hid in a closet on the second floor of a dilapidated house, trying to ignore the damp and smelly mold that penetrated his nose, and began to look at his trophy.

This is a tooth with heavy yellow stains. Judging from the color, touch and taste, its owner must not be very hygienic.

Of course, it is unrealistic to ask a puppet that has been dead for who knows how long to pay attention to hygiene.