"It is reported that a special outbreak around the University of Michigan has killed 7 people and injured 13 people. After consultations from multiple parties, we learned that this is a special neurovirus spread and the specific infection route is not yet clear. At present, the US Centers for Disease Control has intervened in the investigation."

...

The old black and white TV was playing the scene of a reporter standing in front of a teaching building. There were few pedestrians around, a group of policemen, and the blockade they pulled up could be seen vaguely through the middle-aged female reporter's cover.

A sloppy bald man was sitting on the shabby sofa at this moment, wearing a tattered robe all over his body, and his rough skin was covered with blue patterns.

He might have been watching TV attentively before, so his posture seemed very leisurely, drinking beer and crossing his legs. But at this moment, under the influence of a cold force, he could only maintain this posture and could not move at all.

A layer of deep blue ice that was emitting air conditioning wrapped around him. Except for his head, even his neck was tightly tightened, so that his gaze could not turn at all.

The trivial sounds in the kitchen behind him kept ringing, and the meaning that represented was simply frightening, but fortunately, until the sudden intruder returned to him, he did not notice any unfortunate situation.

"Do you say it?"

A sound like a boy next door greeting came from behind.

The bald monster pursed his lips and said nothing, his muscles were tight, trying to break free from the cold ice that was imprisoned around him. But no matter how hard he struggled, it was ineffective at all.

The one behind him had no other expressions about his discooperation, so the wind came into his ears, and then, his bare forehead was suddenly knocked by a metal vessel.

The force is not heavy, and it cannot even be said to be painful for the monster. But at the moment of being knocked, a dazzling light suddenly bloomed from the touching position on the top of the forehead!

The light was bright and dazzling, like the bright sun in the clear sky. As soon as it appeared, the strange man shook all over his body and then let out a hoarse scream.

He is not afraid of pain, but he is afraid of light from a certain nature.

"Do you say it or not?"

The question appeared again. Along with it, a warm metal spoon slapped his cheek - this was something from the bald monster, who he used to stew the soup in the morning.

"Where is the Monster Forest?"

Faced with this question, the weirdo replied hoarsely: "I really don't know."

The man behind him seemed not satisfied with this, so the spoon suddenly hit his eyes again, and the dazzling sunlight suddenly appeared. Even if he closed his eyes tightly, his eyelids could not stop this special attack that was close at hand.

So he screamed, trying to reach out to cover his eyes, but his arms were frozen and could not break free.

The cold power around him was very powerful. He could rely on his special talent to resist the weirdness of the frozen thinking, but he could not let his body resist such constraints.

So much so that this monster who used to be rampant in human society is now helpless and weak as a prisoner.

However, this cannot stop the "abuse" of the person behind it.

The spoon knocked around his forehead one after another, and dazzling light appeared one after another in this dark attic. He screamed repeatedly. Seeing that the other party refused to let him go, the bald monster finally shouted excitedly:

"I really don't know! You should ask Master Qianzu!"

"Where is the ancestor?"

"Arab, I only know that he is in Arabia, and the specific location is not clear."

After the words came, the man behind him was silent for a moment, and then his temple was knocked hard. As he was dizzy from the corner of his eyes, the bald monster wrapped in ice tilted his forehead and fainted.

...

"A waste of time. If you weren't immune to spiritual attacks, I wouldn't have had such a hard time."

Murmuring, throwing away the spoon in his hand, Charles raised his hand and pressed it across the air, and the TV that was playing the news was turned off.

He then found the Book of Source, squatted on the side of the knocked-out lamp god, pulled up the guy's hand, covered with ice, and pressed it to the blank space on one of the pages.

So the humanoid monster, who was still frozen on the sofa, was forced to transform into deep blue light particles and merged into the book.

The large black and white book disappeared immediately, and Charles stood up and scanned the dimly lit warehouse loft around him.

Cassidio was right, he did bring Charles around his destination.

So after confirming the "plan to divide the troops into two groups", he followed the information and found the monster's residence.

At the same time, the angel power he had absorbed before was completely digested by him.

Therefore, Charles's Sun Son talent has derived a new ability.

Or it cannot be called a new ability, but an advancement of previous ability.

【Feature 3: When you use a weapon, your attack will pull the light of the ray of the rays of the rays of the sun, causing a blinding effect]

...

This feature was previously limited to bows and arrows. After absorbing the power of the seraphim, it evolved into all weapons. Shire had tried it before.

As long as you hold something in your hand and hit someone, you can completely release it.

Not just swords and other things.

"It's a pity that the guns cannot take effect, but why can bows and arrows be used? Because of touch?"

Contemplating his own talent, he had a more urgent reason for the existence of angels.

He thought it was a waste of money to advance last time, but the ability to improve this time was very useful, especially after being approached by someone.

These are just two angels...

However, Charles only thought for a while and temporarily suppressed this point in his heart. No matter how "tempting" those angels were, it was impossible for him to take the initiative to contact him at the moment.

"But sooner or later it will become possible."

Muttering, Charles looked at a corner of the attic with a hesitation.

The Monster Forest he asked about before was a monster concentration place where many rare monsters gathered, such as dragons and Medusa.

If you find it there, it will be much more convenient for Charles. After all, the efficiency of running around the whole United States is actually somewhat low.

Of course, this is just one reason, and the other is, remember correctly, there should be monsters in the monster forest know how to summon the mother of all things.

The so-called mother of all things can actually be called the mother of all monsters, and is the mother and source of all monsters in this world.

Charles felt that if he could turn the mother of all things into a seed, he wouldn't have to run around like this.

Unfortunately, there are only a few records of this in the information of the God of Death, and the Monster Forest is the same, and there is no specific information.

Shire had thought about finding him, but he had no idea for a while, so he decided to collect some resentment first and then talk about it.

By the way, find out about this.

That's why he came here like this.

It's a bit rewarding, but this finishing work...

The young man looked musing, but before he could make some decision, a sound of a car horn suddenly came from outside the warehouse.

Shier felt his mind when he heard the sound, but before he could run to the window to observe, a black figure suddenly appeared in the corner of the attic and smiled slightly at Shier.
Chapter completed!