0686 Chapter Fourteen: The End of the Era (Section Fifteen)
Traveling around with the short-haired girl to complete tasks directly issued by the boss behind the game system, the vision of the glasses is now no longer limited to the realm of the underlying universe that ordinary candidates are familiar with:
"Don't expect candidates for the Lamarck game to sincerely worship you like the natives of the game world.
All players are just like us, they are just a group of survivalists who have no bottom line, use any means, and seek only profit.
If you really treat them as your believers and let down your guard, you will suffer a big loss!"
"If you encounter trouble, teleport us there immediately. Are you sure you have mastered this ability? After all, we are all your core believers now." Huang Mao, who is usually carefree, also advised.
Ever since he used the large amount of evolutionary points he obtained last time to develop the area of his brain for the sixth sense, he has always had an unpleasant feeling of being plotted against.
The short-haired woman waved her hands nonchalantly, stepped into the hazy gray mist in front of her with a smile on her face, and gradually dissipated:
"Don't worry blindly, that lord has a backup plan for me. If I encounter any trouble beyond my ability, there is a high probability that he will take action himself.
And don’t take those ordinary candidates too seriously. We are now special beings, and our status is equivalent to that group of domain managers who are made of geometric metal.
When we meet ordinary players, they should be afraid of us.
Goodbye, I am going to enjoy the worship of believers now...
I wipe it...right?"
The front foot stepped into the gray mist, and the back foot appeared on an altar in a strange world. The short-haired woman was immediately choked back on the second half of her proud words.
Her aloof, leisurely, mysterious and ethereal expression froze on her face, and she even subconsciously uttered curse words.
Only three meters away in front of him was his fateful enemy. [The Poet of Murder] looked at him with a suspicious look.
And behind her, there were even more mysterious and mysterious goddesses, exuding an intimidating coercion, surrounding her.
The indifferent divinity on the faces of those goddesses, and the harmony between their bodies and the great ways of heaven and earth are engraved in their bones. They are born or have experienced a long period of time, and they are naturally noble.
This kind of awareness of one's own sacred identity is completely beyond the reach of an upstart like her.
"Bye bye..." The short-haired woman said nothing, turned around and dived into the gray mist on the altar.
But she desperately discovered that the seemingly luxurious and exquisite altar had quietly collapsed into a pile of white jade parts.
The [Empress of All Realms], who had met in the ancient god's dream, was standing in the ruins of the altar, staring at him with a face full of fun.
Recalling the hypocrisy and arrogance I had shown in the gray mist just now, and even the disdainful words of the second class were probably heard by these real goddesses...
The short-haired woman no longer knew whether she should worry more about her personal safety, or whether she should be so embarrassed that she dug a crack in the ground and hid in it.
Zhen Cheng was obviously not in a teasing mood. She asked straight to the point: "Why did you show up?"
"You summoned me, of course I came..." The short-haired woman tried to pretend to be stupid and get through. However, when she thought of the amazing performance of the person in front of her when she was still a mortal, she suddenly felt a little discouraged.
"I summoned Lamarck." Zhen Cheng really didn't accept this trick.
However, as soon as these words came out, the short-haired woman seemed to suddenly find confidence: "I am now the spokesperson of Lamarck.
You know, supreme gods like them who come from the real universe cannot easily enter our world and walk in their true form in reality.
So I became her spokesperson and was given the same magical powers as you. If you have any questions, just report them to me."
After saying that, she even boldly glanced at the "tribute" that Mei Bixi dropped casually.
Zhen Cheng's face gradually became suspicious. The sister in front of him, who had had many relationships with him, obviously didn't know the real inside story.
Each of her own dimension-jumping sublimations were all under Qu Yun's careful design, and she showed great speed after fully mastering the power and realm of the previous level.
Part of her was lucky to be gifted, and the other part relied on her teacher to design a path to advancement that was possible quickly and completely tailored to her talent.
Zhen Cheng believed that Lamarck’s understanding of power and realm would be as good as his mentor’s, but would that gentleman really put so much effort into cultivating a disciple?
Even judging from the current erratic aura of the short-haired girl, Lamarck may not have pointed out the specific power she needs to master in each realm, but simply pulled her directly to a higher level.
Rather than cultivating disciples, this approach is more like...creating some kind of container to carry power?
Full of doubts, Zhen Cheng probed: "The Thirteen Divine Kingdoms are already preparing for war. Does the person behind you know exactly what the Divine Tribunal wants to do?"
"Divine...group?" The short-haired woman showed a confused look.
Zhen Cheng frowned and asked again: "Does the teacher know that he wants to destroy the world?"
"Teacher?" There was confusion in the short-haired girl's small eyes.
"Not only is the memory lost, but even the personality has changed..." Zhen Cheng sighed: "After all, she has done so much dirty work for you...
You really don't have any worries when it comes to using your own people."
"What on earth are you talking about?" The short-haired girl became inexplicably flustered as she listened to her lifelong enemy chattering about something she didn't understand at all.
Zhen Cheng completely ignored her confusion and continued to speak earnestly: "Since you have anticipated our meeting, how about you show up and talk about it?
There are a few things I really need to confirm. For example, what was your attitude after she suddenly overturned the card table?"
Under the suspicious gazes of the gods, the short-haired woman's eyes gradually lost their sparkle, and she seemed to have turned back into the heroic candidate for the Lamarck game that Zhen Cheng knew at the beginning.
Then, her eyelids drooped slightly, her long eyelashes covered her narrow eyes with single eyelids, revealing a Buddha-like expression of compassion, and she suddenly said:
"Of course, in order to maintain the peace of the universe system, we must fulfill our responsibilities and solve... the key to the problem."
"What is the crux of the problem...?" Zhen Cheng frowned deeply.
She felt that the posture of the person in front of her was completely different from what she had originally deduced through the cultivation method.
There is no doubt that this shows that Qu Yun most likely gave wrong information about that person from the beginning.
"The key to the problem is... you!"
After saying that, the short-haired girl suddenly opened her eyes!
The wisdom, years, mystery, and heritage contained in those familiar eyes, and even a sense of vicissitudes of walking with a heavy burden...
All of them were shocking that Zhen Cheng had never seen before in his life, and even his own mentor had never shown it before!