Goto Yi could see that on the top of the burning "bush", there was one, no, two "fruits". There were intermittent embossed patterns surrounding them, either thick or thin, green or red. That was
…
Blood vessel!
His consciousness suddenly shook, and his thoughts and blood vessels were integrated together, and it was suddenly clear what the "fruit on the bush" was:
Those are "eyeballs", his, at least nominally his "eyeballs"!
The two "eyeballs" reflect each other, and combine with the flesh and blood, skeleton, and nerve functions of the rear end to splice a complete vision and reflect the truth.
That is the bloody reality that Goto Yoshi was born into and cannot experience no matter what!
At this moment, all areas of Goto Yi's mind were painted with bizarre colors. There was no logical relationship between each color block. It was the color of "collapse".
Even so, Goto Yi was still attracted by these "eyeballs" and truly saw that the smoke of his negative emotions was wrapped in the essence of flesh and blood, and part of it remained in the burning "bush", that is,
Within the rule system of the Fuso Sacred Tree, the accumulated but unused sunlight heat is given a final, meaningless vent.
As for the other part, together with the people at the passenger terminal whose hearts have been gripped by fear, and those "same-colored" emotional smoke, driven by the invisible force field, they plunge into the depths of the "cloak" around Mr. Mo, and also plunge into
Incomprehensible levels.
Although it was incomprehensible, he finally saw it.
The pitiful qualities that belonged to him were twisted and torn between the contradictory rules until they completely evaporated.
The last sanity ends here.
Goto Yi has no meaning at all. All that is left is the burning flesh, nerves and skeleton, and these are soon also in the flames, losing the outline of the remaining human organs. Only the pair of "eyeballs" that are still bloodshot, in the flames
It was shaking and emitting a strange light.
It was not until this moment that screams finally rang out from the passenger terminal. The "Heavenly People" surrounding them were certainly a gathering of violent people in the city, and there were also capable people among them. But when this scene unfolded,
When they were in front of them, quite a few people's nerves were still broken - they had been soaked in fear for too long, and they just lacked an incentive to allow them to collapse.
There was a "pong tom" sound from the water. In the chaos, someone was pushed directly into the lake. They struggled subconsciously and took their companions next to them with them.
Two or three people fell into the water, causing a big splash and a slight ripple on the shore. The undulating waves spread naturally along the embankment, and some of them even hit a certain root on the side that was covered with scales and fine hairs.
Thick thighs.
This may be regarded as a kind of stimulation. The Rotten-mouthed Ape has remained relatively silent since its appearance. It seems to be curiously turning its huge head, with its ferocious face that coexists with collapse and decay, and the chaotic "Heavenly People" over there.
, just in time for a face-to-face meeting.
In the intermittent deep purple gaps, thin smoke flows in and out, as if high temperature and poison are intertwined, spraying out as a precursor to the lava saliva.
"Ahhhhh!"
I don't know who took the lead, and a group of violent people fled in all directions. At the same time, more people were knocked into the lake, thrashing and screaming in the water, and the only organizational order fell apart.
"It's a bit ugly." In the virtual circular venue, Pope Baiji sighed, looking a little disappointed.
"No, it looks good."
Constance Dalle continued her exchanges with the Pope for hundreds of episodes. This was by no means a deliberate attempt to make a point. At this time, a considerable number of viewers from all walks of life who were watching the live broadcast were supporters of Ms. Dalle.
What they were looking at was, of course, not the chaotic and troubled "Heavenly People" on the dock in the distance, but the entanglement and collision between Mr. Mo's "cloak" and the "bush" of burning flesh and white bones in a series of processes.
Both are creatures of special rules, conflicting with each other and penetrating each other, but neither has achieved full success.
This is a confrontation on an extraordinary level, but because it is a remote live broadcast, the corresponding turmoil in the abyss cannot be seen, but it is this half-covered and mutually restrained struggle that makes the effort more and more effective.
Every audience member, at least every extraordinary person, has his or her own guess. Most people keep it to themselves, but there are always people who will express it... a very special kind: "This Mr. Mo, it looks like...
A gentle person."
As a world-renowned fashionista, Saucedo's voice is quite gentle, and the meaning becomes more and more subtle.
"Don't you prefer the tough type?" Someone said dully.
Saucedo didn't take it seriously and continued: "Don't you think so? Until now, the Hundred Episodes of Popes have exhausted nearly forty rounds of rule changes and burned out the few material carriers they had, but they still haven't found anything.
We can get to the bottom of Mr. Mo’s background... right?”
"Haha." Pope Baiji smiled simply.
"In Sakai City, under the cover of the Fuso Sacred Tree System, Mr. Mo can still control it to this extent, which is called miraculous. The description of 'subtle control' is only the most basic, and the ability to conceal and hide is formed from it.
That’s the most amazing thing.”
Five out of seven, six out of seven!
There was silence in the venue for a few seconds, and then Vice President Mullen coughed: "Gentleness, what is the definition of gentleness?"
Saucedo smiled and stretched out his hand, drawing an outline similar to Mr. Mo's in front of him: "With Mr. Mo's ability to hide his energy and restrain his spiritual waves, as long as he doesn't want to show off, the Hundred Episodes Pope will give up ten more
Even with my eyes, I couldn't catch his shadow, but he still showed up. What's the reason?
"At least from what I have seen and learned so far, it is that he stands up for his subordinates and partners who are in trouble, providing them with protection and support, and is not willing to put himself in danger for this. Such an approach and such a person,
Aren’t you gentle-hearted?”
The decoration of Saucedo's arrangement sounds very admirable and highly praised, but anyone who knows him well will feel that there are cold and slippery snakes squirming in his ears and chest.
"This is...teaching Pope Baiji how to do things?" Even Dr. Pan figured out what it was like.
There were faint boos and laughter in the venue.
Saucedo accepted it calmly. He didn't want to hide it from anyone anyway. He was six to seven thousand kilometers away from the city and couldn't get the first soup anyway. In this case, it would be more interesting to make the situation more confusing.
However, the question is, will Mr. Mo, who seems to have jumped out of a crack in the stone, really be as Saucedo analyzed? Will Pope Baiji and the Amaterasu Order under his rule believe this judgment?
“Interesting angle.”
There was no interesting reaction in Baiji Pope's tone. The smile he had just faded away, and his whole face under his bald head was dull: "I might as well think about a few more good ideas like this. I can't think of just one."
The foundation of Sakajo is placed on the so-called 'gentle heart'."
It can be seen from one sentence that the Amaterasu Order, or at least the Hundred Chapter Pope, is not willing to go against this Mr. Mo in Sakamoto. As for the Qianju True God... well, maybe they have already started gearing up.
At least for now, Pope Baiji is still at the helm, asking for opinions in a very low-key and plain manner: "Is there any other possibility? Why should such a person be exposed in front of people in this way at this moment?
?This is a question that I can't figure out...you might as well give me some reference."
Yes, why?
Intentional, unintentional, active, forced... These experienced high-end ability users here can easily come up with dozens or hundreds of possibilities.
But every possibility must be supported by solid enough logic: then again, at their level, "logic" is not an inevitable consideration.
For example, the reason for this meeting was that Gong Qi had been dead for half a month, and the Ability Person Association's global search had made no progress. Suddenly, such a person jumped out and showed his serious suspicion, and he was still in front of two people.
On the territory of the top extraordinary species.
What logic is there in this?
"What do you think is going on?" Dr. Pan tried to discuss it with Tian Bang again.
However, this time, Tian Bang did not join the topic, because there happened to be an instruction that entered his mind level through the channel of the nutrition cabin: "Major General Tian, the meeting hopes to understand the intelligence matters related to the Blood Flame Order in the Jintong incident.
Please be prepared to speak."
"..."
Six out of seven is not enough, is it going to be seven out of seven?
After all, there are still some people in the Binding Sect who are restless.
The first thing Tian Bang realized was his own control. Then he considered a broader level:
Mr. Mo suddenly appeared. Apart from a clue about the Blood Flame Order, there was no other place to start. The Blood Flame Order is called the Secret Order. In fact, it has been a well-known organization in the world for decades.
, everyone knows the basics, and it doesn’t make much sense to dig deeper.
However, if the relationship between Ronan and the Blood Flame Order can be confirmed, the monotonous clues will immediately become fuller and more three-dimensional.
At that time, the White Bone Hill outside Xia City had already followed the broadcast signals and spread into the eyes of thousands of capable people in the other world. Are there still two or three caring people missing here?
Is this a big shot in the military who wants to take a decisive stand? Or is this a higher-level way of watching the fight between tigers and tigers?
Hehe, you can make your position clear, but have you ever asked others for their opinions?
Tian Bang came to his senses for the second time. Wasn't it because during this period of time, he was so easy to bully outside that any cat or dog would dare to use him as a gun?
"Dr. Pan."
"Um?"
"Have you checked the communication permissions of the experimental center recently?"
"Well, I'm not sure...what's wrong?"
"There are spam messages sent in. You guys are really big-hearted."
While talking, Tian Bang directly used his own authority to create coverage, and adjusted it to the highest level under non-combat readiness conditions. It would not be enough to cut off internal and external communications, but at least there must be identity verification.
Of course, he is currently in the period of human experimentation, so the verification work should be left to his young but reliable adjutant, Lieutenant Colonel Ju Ling.
As for the "junk information" mentioned above... why are you even mentioning it?
After doing all this, Tian Bang openly spoke to the audience, oh, and what about the "speech". In the human experiment stage, bioelectrical disorders, memory errors and other situations are too common. There is really no way...
Just as the corner of Tian Bang's mouth twitched, a clear smile appeared on Mr. Mo's pale, almost sickly face over in Sakaeng.
He stretched out his hand, like picking fruit, and grabbed one of the "eyeballs" in the flames of the "bush" that was about to burn out:
"Just in time to study it."
"Wow!"
In the annular venue, countless people exclaimed in amazement at this moment. Most of them were because they could no longer calculate how many subtle and subtle operations Mr. Mo's seemingly simple movements required based on the rules of the extraordinary level.
In any case, Mr. Mo did pick a "fruit" in his hand and pinched it with three fingers...but this was not the end.
His gaze raised again, and it was from an overly direct angle, passing through the live projection screen and penetrating into the virtual annular venue: