The Record of Unusual Creatures

The powerful nightmare that has been transformed by the pope of the past, the evil force that was born in the crazy will of Lockerton, once enough to destroy the mental impact of the entire legion, is because it is on a weak chicken that is already full of brains and paste. Lost the effect, and even caused the group of nightmare shadows to suffer from spiritual rebellion and ruin. To tell the truth, Hao Ren himself has some unbelief this explanation...

But there is no way to believe it, because there is no more reasonable statement than this, and it is quite reasonable to think about it carefully: although the weak chicken is weak, it is also the chaotic evil camp of the roots, her brain. It’s the goddess’s hand-picked watering into the paste, and Hao Ren even guessed it, even if it’s really completely destroyed by the nightmare’s shadow, it’s probably awkward than the little weak chicken’s mind, and it’s already messed up. The mind releases the mental shock, and the two of them who are crazy are not necessarily.

The result has been confirmed that the shadows of the nightmare are crazy.

Of course, in fact, Hao Ren also faintly has some other ideas, that is, the result of this is actually irrelevant to the mentality of the weak and weak chicken, but depends on the attribute of its "evil mind", as the polluted blood in Vivian Components, small weak chickens may be related to the existence of Locke Marton...

But all these conjectures have not been confirmed, so far he can only guess.

The smoke disappeared, the chaotic power gradually disappeared, and the people who had fallen into the state of frenziedness and disappointment finally woke up one by one. Hao Ren was struggling with his own hands, and came to Karasius. "How are you?" ”

"Also alive..." Carrasius gasped heavily, his voice was inexplicable, his eyes fell on the three compatriots not far away, a high-ranking knight, two high-ranking priests, now full of breath Nothing fell to the ground, their eyes were rounded, their faces were smiling with a strange smile, and the murmurs in their eyes seemed to tell their souls that they had gone far.

In Lily's Guards, there is also a monster that falls and never stands up again.

Even if Hao Ren sheltered these people as much as possible, casualties are inevitable after all.

"God will appease these pure souls," Karasius prayed briefly. He opened all negative emotions and stood up firmly. "No one will stop us. The amount... is this?"

The high-ranking monk saw the little evil spirits that were making a lot of effort in Hao Ren’s hands.

"...She is called a weak chicken," Hao Ren tangled for a long time and didn't think of a better name. He simply used the transliteration directly. "My partner... Well, it's a partner. She just sent it over. It’s time to reverse the role of the war. Don’t ask for specific details, it’s too hard to explain.”

The little weak chicken saw Karasius and immediately clawed his teeth: "Hip-fright!!..."

Caracius looked at the scene with a stunned look, and he was a little helpless to block the corrosion energy arrows.

Hao Ren looked up and searched among the people for some figure he had been very concerned about.

A voice came from behind: "I am here."

Hao Ren followed the sound and saw that he was standing behind him when he was wearing a black cloak. Her voice was calm and her figure was steady and she could not see the signs that she had been affected by the mental attack. It was like she was from I have been standing here just now.

Hao Ren suppressed the doubts about this woman's growing concentration. He simply sighed and took everyone through the already fragmented and severely collapsed garden area and continued on to the high-rise platform that was said to lead to the interior of Asoman.

After the way, they did not encounter any obstacles.

The quietness of the iconic palace, from the second floor, can no longer feel the negative and negative negative magic, as if the attack in the garden area was just an illusion, only Hao Ren’s hands The weak chicken reminds everyone of the authenticity of those things.

It seems that the only danger of the entire iconostasis, the abnormal situation of the lower garden, caused Hao Ren’s vigilance.

If Lockerton or his minions used the iconostasis as a seedbed for cultivating dark monsters and defending against enemy enemies, then the quietness of the upper level can only be explained by an explanation: they have completed some kind of preliminary work and are abandoned here.

Until they reached the upper platform, everyone did not suffer any attacks.

“Here is,” on the long bridge platform in the middle of the Twin Towers, Karasius pointed to a curved countertop that highlighted the long bridge. On this platform, Pope August VII had long waited for the gradual extinction. Suman Shengshan, and personally gave him the order to go to Ansu 6 to find hope, but now things are wrong, the investigation team returned to complete the task, but only face a dilapidated hometown, the former pope has no Traces, even this sacred platform is shrouded in darkness. "You can summon the gatekeeper here, but... don't know if the goalkeeper will appear. If she doesn't show up, we can only force the platform below. A magical array, there is still a chance to open the passage to Asoman, but that will probably be the last time Asuman opened."

Hao Ren did not go to the platform, but turned his head and looked at the words: "If I didn't guess wrong, you should talk."

The sly hood was slightly moved, but did not speak, but went directly to the platform. After a while she said: "The gatekeeper will appear, she has always been good at saving herself."

Almost the moment when the voice fell, a ray appeared on the platform, a white robe, a vague face, and a vaguely visible figure of a young woman came out of the light. Her voice was ethereal: "Save yourself It is our first mission."

He nodded slightly: "Long time no see, number one."

“Life in the human world has changed your way of thinking,” said the woman in white light. “We have been connected, so we can’t say long time no see, number two.”

Karasius and others were confused. Hao Ren’s face showed a clear look. He saw that he finally reached out and opened his own hood. With this movement, her black that never took off. The cloak shook as if it was a phantom and gradually disappeared.

There is no entity under the cloak, but a sinister, illusory form formed by dark blue light and thin mist!

In addition to the different colors of the fog that make up the body, it is almost exactly the same as the "gatekeeper"! The same energy form, the same fuzzy face, the same height and body shape, the same clothing style, all this... like a replica.

Caracius was dumbfounded: "You... you are..."

"I am Asoman," he said, looking back, the face formed by the light and fog had no expression, only the mechanized light flow, as if the data flow, she pointed to the gatekeeper in white light, "She is also Aso. Man."

"You are the consciousness of Asoman?" Lily asked curiously.

"No, Asuman's consciousness is still sleeping in the will hub. We are just a backup of it," he said as he showed a lot of flashing light on his body and stood on the "gatekeeper" next to her. A similar phenomenon has arisen. The two seem to resonate. It seems to be exchanging a lot of data. "In order to communicate with you, we simulated your form."

"Backup..." Hao Ren nodded stunnedly. He was more able to understand these concepts than the misty Caracius. "The gatekeeper stays in Asoman, and you are traveling in the secular big 6... This is In order to store data more securely?"

“It’s our first mission to save ourselves,” the gatekeeper said in a mechanical tone. “Backups must be stored in different places.”

黯 Gently nodded: "But now the situation changes, the highest threat protocol has been started, the backup must be back to the core, ready to restart the host."

Caracius is blindfolded: "Host? What host?"

"Explanation is too much, it will delay the timing," the goalkeeper hard interrupted Karasius's words. "The intruder has entered deep, some of my functions have been destroyed, unable to stop, you must enter Asoman to intercept... No., my function is damaged, the next operation needs you to complete."

Saying, the light on the gatekeeper dimmed slightly, and the embarrassment stepped forward, taking some control over the road, preparing to open the portal to the interior of the Holy Mountain. Karasius was a glimpse, and the tone was severely harsh: "Invaders?! Someone broke into the holy mountain?!"

"They are heading to the final agreement area..." said the goalkeeper, but all of a sudden, her image fluctuated wildly, and after a few seconds the fluctuations subsided, and the image was dimmed to the naked eye. "Correct interception failure, intruder Has entered the final agreement area, the willing hub is locked... need to restart the will hub... No. 2, the next work is handed over to you."

After saying these unclear words, the figure of the gatekeeper continued to dim, collapsed, and finally disappeared completely.

And a portal has been formed in front of the "黯", opposite the portal, a faint crystal hall is visible.

Caracius and his men were still plagued by confusion, and he was hesitant because of the secrets revealed by the crystal sacred mountain. Hao Ren knew exactly what to do. He patted the slap and woke everyone up, then Pull out the weapon and take the lead: "Go!"

At the same time, inside the crystal holy mountain Asoman, a barrier that is condensed by crystals and rays bursts with the cracking of the cracks.

Three figures rushed out of the smoke from the broken barrier.

Walking in the forefront, it is the Pope of the Sanctuary, August VII!

It’s just that the once majestic and kindly old man can’t completely see the past, his face is twisted, the black lines and blood vessels seem to rise from the skin like a skin, and the black smoke follows his breath. It was spit out, mixed with sulfur-burning Mars, and even the pope's robe on his body has now been swelled by a full circle of body shape, and in the "Pope" right hand, Then he was carrying a weird sword.

The sword is dark and dark, and its shape is weird. It is not like a blade. It is more like an irregular piece. On the black blade that does not see any details, you can only see countless stars. Wandering, the whole sword... like a piece of cosmic debris! (To be continued.) 8